#ok so I noticed the hat obviously. and I KNOW I was watching and clocked that tie as Wilson’s.
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Woodland get away
A self ship, self indulgent fic for my Anniversary with Red.
Part 2: Saturday.
The sun shone through the gap in the curtain stirring Red awake… or was it the delicious scent of food that filled the air that woke him? Either way he rubs his sockets and yawns. That's when he notices the empty space next to him.
He doesn't have much time to think or wonder, though before she walks in with a tray of food.
“Morning love.” She chimes.
“Was this sweetheart?” He mumbles in his rough morning voice, stretching as he sits up.
“Breakfast in bed for my dearest husband.” She sits down next to him and plants a kiss on his cheekbone before placing the tray on his lap. “Pancakes and coffee for my love.”
“You spoil me Doll.”
“Happy Anniversary Red.”
“Happy Anniversary Kezi.”
He pulls her in for a quick kiss before he turns his attention to his food.
“Thanks Sweetheart, almost looks as gorgeous as you.”
She giggles. Such a sweet sound he could never get tired of.
“You’re welcome. I’ll just go get mine, real quick.”
She goes and gets her own tray of breakfast and sits on the bed beside him. They enjoy their meal together and have a little cuddle session before getting ready to go out. Kezi hadn't really made any plans, neither of them usually do the whole plans thing so it was time to head out and see what they could find to do.
The fresh cold morning air welcomes them. The whole forest is covered in a thick blanket of white, fluffy snow.
Kezi beams as she walks out into the winter wonderland. It still baffles Red how excited she gets over the snow, though from the 3 years of living here he can kinda see why, it is pretty rare, that doesn’t make her fascination with it any less cute though, makes him think back at their brief time in the underground together… he couldn't understand why she wanted to play in the snow so badly, it was cute… but oh man was that whole ordeal a rollercoaster.
His thoughts were interrupted by a giggle followed by a snowball to the face.
“Oh no ya didn’t.” He chuckles.
“Oh I think I did.” She snickers.
And then a snow war broke out between them, Red was always a hard target to hit unless caught unaware, and he’s got amazing aim. She got a couple hits but if they were keeping score he definitely would have won. While they were playing in the snow already they of course had to make a little snowman, or well Kezi insisted making a little snow family so Snowbert wasn’t lonely.
Then they made a quick warm up stop and got a bite to eat at one of the coffee shops dotted around, after that they set off into the snowy forest once more.
Red drags her over to the ice skating rink… it was almost as if he had this planned. They have a lot of fun skating, Kezi isn't the best on the ice, but Red is pretty confident and has her every step(?) of the way. Then Red leads her to a nice restaurant, Kezi was surprised to find out that Red was hiding a nice dress shirt under his jacket. She felt a tad under dressed now… that's not fair, but Red made sure she knows that if she wears that cute smile she has then she's always dressed for the occasion.
After an amazing dinner they sit on a bench in the town surrounded by all the fairy lights that are neatly strewn around. It was starting to get dark now so Kezi broke out the glow sticks making necklaces and bracelets for them both. Red doesn't mind despite feeling slightly silly, it brings a smile to her face so it's worth it.
"Beautiful." She giggles after putting the glow stick necklace around his neck.
"Me? Wha? Na. Ya eyes must be broken." He chuckles.
"Na uh my eyes be fine, and Yes you. Lookie it matches your amazing eyelights." She pouts.
"You're so weird Kitten."
"I know. So are you sometimes but that's why we're perfect for eachother." She leans up and kisses his forehead. "Oh I made you a prezzie." She uses her phone to get a little box out of her inventory. "Here."
"Was this?"
"Open it silly and find out."
He takes the box and opens it up. Inside is a golden pocket watch, a cool embossed pattern on it with Kezi and Red writing around it, on the back it says 104. Inside the clock face is black with red numbers. The whole thing has a magical shimmer to it.
"Wow, really cool, ya made it yer self?"
"Yup, I had a little help from… well… myself. Oh and it's not just a pocket watch, it's like the protection keychain but fancier, a-also it's like a locket and you can put a picture in it. If you want."
"That's amazing Sweetheart, I'll keep it close always. I got one question?"
"Yeah?"
"What's 104 mean?"
"Oh well it's um…" her cheeks flush. "You see… you're red… which is the 1st colour of the rainbow and my colour is green which is 4th… and everyone knows a 'O' is a hug… soo…"
"Oh my freakin' stars Kezi. How are ya this freakin' cute?"
"I don't know."
"I got you some stuff too." He gets two boxes out of his inventory one is obviously her favourite chocolates and her face lights up at the sight of them. The other is a little box with a green bow on. He hands her the boxes. She carefully takes off the bow, takes off her hat and ties the bow into her hair with a smile.
"Beautiful." Red hums. "Now come on, open it."
She nods and opens the box. Inside is a snowglobe, the glass orb is sat on a mechanical looking box, inside the ball is a little white bunny sat on a patch of forget-me-nots.
"It's so pretty thank you. And I'll definitely enjoy the chocolate." She chirps before kissing him quickly.
"Hey is also a night light, and this box has a secret puzzle compartment, I had a little help from my bro but I made sure it wasn't dangerous."
"Oh wow really!? That's even more awesome." She looks over it and finds a button that makes the whole thing glow a pretty green. "I'll be sure to solve the puzzle later ok?"
"Ye whenever ya wanna."
"I love you." She hums as she hugs him tightly.
"I love ya too hun bun." He hugs her back and scatters some little kisses over her face. "I have one more surprise for ya doll."
"Really?"
They back their gifts into their inventories then Red takes Kezi by the hand leading her out of the little town. He stops by the lake.
"Wait here for me ok."
She nods and he kisses her forehead before disappearing.
She looks around… it's gotten really dark by now. To her left is a building of some kind, what she can't tell. To her right is more forest and behind her is the town… but in front of her is the beautiful lake, it glistens in the moonlight, the stars sparkling over the water.
On the water from behind the building comes a light… a lantern… on a little boat, then she sees a familiar glow as the boat fully reveals its self. It's a lovely little row boat with her skeleton sat in it rowing towards her. She can't help but "awwww" and giggle.
He stops at the end of a tiny pier. "Come on my lady." He becons.
She scurries over and carefully sits in the boat with Reds help and he rows further into the lake.
"This is so romantic Red." She squeaks. "When did you plan all this?"
"Tbh not long before we left to go on holiday." He chuckles. "A certain bro of mine convinced me I had to do somethin' for ya today."
"Ye I can imagine Edge freaking out because we're improvising." She giggles.
"Ye. But the actual plan was all me, impressive right?"
"Very, It's been amazing. Thank you."
Red soon stops the boat and the two of them admire the nights sky as usual, they chat and make up constellations and stories.
Red looks over to Kezi as she smiles up at the sky. She gasps.
"Shooting star!"
He looks over to see the small light trail across the sky. They both make a wish each. Before smiling back at eachother.
"How'd I ever get a girl like you to like me??" He mumbles.
"How'd such a handsome, amazing skeleton ever fall in love with me?" She whispers back. "I love you so much." She sighs happily.
He tilts her head up and leans in pressing his teeth against her lips, he pulls her closer, as close as he can in the little boat as she rests her hands on his chest, his hand tangling into her hair as he deepens the passionate kiss. He breaks the kiss but only for a second as he goes back for more. "I… love ya… too…"he mumbles against her lips. His soul quietly purrs out for her as she hums into the kiss. She wraps her arms around him as she enjoys the smooches.
He breaks the kiss.
"Happy Anniversary Sweetheart." He purrs.
"H-happy Anniversary love."
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Tickle Week: Wednesday, Roman and Virgil
Roman shook the hat. While he wasn’t at all surprised by the name he drew, it still made him blush.
“It’s me,” he said, his voice a bit quieter than usual.
Immediately Virgil’s hand shot up. “I wanna be Ler. Pick me.”
Roman blinked in surprise. Then again, if Virgil was in a Ler mood, that would explain why Patton had beaten his Lee mood yesterday.
“Um, ok.”
Virgil pumped his fist in the air. “Yes!”
No one else was objecting, so Roman handed the hat back.
The other sides dispersed, but Virgil still sat, clearly very excited.
“I want to use your special wristy cuff things,” Virgil said, mischief gleaming bright in his eyes.
Roman’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, but at the same time the corner of his mouth quirked up. “What for?”
“Oh, come on! The surprise is half the fun, I wouldn’t tell you.”
Roman waited a minute, trying to figure it out. Obviously, it was for more tickles, but how was it going to go? Finally, though, he snapped, the restraints appearing on his wrists.
“And I can control them?” Virgil asked.
Roman’s arms suddenly went up into the air before dropping back down. Roman chuckled. “Does that answer your question?”
Virgil had a positively evil smile on his face. “Yes.” He stepped close to Roman. “Now you’d better be watching. You never know when I’ll be back.”
Virgil disappeared.
It left Roman a little bit shook, and almost shivering with anticipation.
••^*^••
It was when he wasn’t expecting it at all, maybe half an hour later.
Virgil was suddenly behind him. “Hands up, Princey!” And tazing into his sides.
Roman burst into surprised laughter immediately, but Virgil was gone almost as soon as he came.
••^*^••
Rather than appearing, Virgil just walked by the next time. Roman clamped his arms tight to his sides even before Virgil had sent a glance in his direction.
Virgil noticed him for too late and too smoothly to be an accident. “What’s the matter, Princey? You look all stiff.”
“Wha— nothing’s the matter.”
“No? What if I were to say hands up?”
Roman felt his face warm up as he held his arms tighter.
Virgil just chuckled evilly, before continuing on his way.
••^*^••
As soon as Roman had relaxed Virgil popped up right in front of him, grinning. “Hands up, Princey.”
Roman’s arms lifted against his will, and Virgil held his hands threateningly above his ribs. Roman scrambled backwards, but Virgil followed just as quickly.
“Shouldn’t have done that, now I really have to get you.”
Virgil dug into his ribs, fingers skittering up and down unfairly. Roman burst into laughter, his knees giving out and dropping him to the ground.
Virgil disappeared again, leaving Roman to giggle.
••^*^••
Virgil popped up again suddenly, and Roman jerked away, giggling already.
“Tell you what, Princey, I’ll make you a deal~” Virgil teased.
“Whahat kind of deal?” Roman asked, still backing away and trying to keep something between them.
“You just have to keep your arms up for five seconds. That’s it. So~ easy, isn’t it?”
“Or what?”
“Or else I’ll keep them up for you for ten seconds.” Virgil said with an evil grin.
Roman had backed into a wall. “What if I just say no?”
His hands suddenly went up in the air. “Oh, I’ll take my prize either way, whether you give up or lose.”
Roman burst into helpless giggles as Virgil came closer. “Noohoho, I can win!”
“Can you?” Virgil asked, and Roman’s arms dropped.
He picked them right back up. “I can. I can, you’ll see.”
Virgil raised an eyebrow, raising his hands and aiming those terrible fingers right at Roman’s armpits. “1...2...3...4…” He jabbed his fingers in and Roman squealed, his arms rocketing down. “Ah, see, I know you too well for this, huh, Princey?”
“Nohot fair!” Roman protested as his arms went up again against his will. “Using death spots in games is cheheating!”
Virgil just hummed, and then suddenly turned away. “I think I’ll take my prize later.”
As soon as Virgil disappeared Roman’s arms were free, but the excitement racing through him didn’t go away, instead finding his little core of Lee mood and swelling it up. As much as he might protest, he really did like being tickled, and having it taken away was definitely even more of a cheat than using his death spot.
••^*^••
“I have another game for you, Princey~”
Roman was instantly giggling again, even before he turned around to see Virgil’s smirk.
“Oh, na ah ah, this is the no laughing game~” Virgil said. “You have thirty seconds, and all you have to do is not laugh~”
“O-or what?” Roman asked, squirming in place but not moving away as Virgil got closer.
“Or I get to make you laugh until you can’t anymore,” Virgil threatened.
Roman’s face became bright red, but he shut his mouth tight and didn’t move, even when Virgil’s hands got closer.
“Look at you~ Such a good little tickle toy~” Virgil cooed, before his fingers touched Roman’s sides.
Roman scrunched his face up, closing his eyes and holding everything rigid so he wouldn’t laugh. But of course Virgil had to cheat, walking his fingers up Roman’s sides.
“Only five more seconds, Princey,” Virgil teased. “Keep holding all the giggles in. No matter how much they want to come out. No matter how much you’d just love to get tickled silly.”
Virgil just had to tickle a little bit harder before the laughter exploded. Just before the end of the time limit and Roman had lost again. Not that he minded really.
“Oh, I do love hearing your laughter,” Virgil said. “I’ll love it even more when I come back to get my reward.”
And then he disappeared, the cruel Ler, leaving Roman alone with no more tickles.
••^*^••
Patton had just called them for lunch when Virgil popped up again.
“Want to try another game?”
Roman was now feeling rather grumpy. He wanted to get tickled so much it was almost a need at this point, and he felt that Virgil was cruel to keep teasing and then denying him.
“Oh, does the gigglebug feel all upset?” Virgil teased.
Roman frowned, crossing his arms and turning away.
“I’ll give you a time~” Virgil promised, making Roman turn back. “It’s at one. You come find me, and I promise you’ll get tickled then.”
Roman nodded, too quickly.
Virgil chuckled. “Ready for the game now?”
Roman was still wary. “What kind of game?”
“Oh, it’s the easiest one yet~ You just have to not blush during lunch.”
“Or else what?” Roman asked, despite knowing Virgil was just going to tease him again.
“Or I’ll get to make you blush as much as I want,” Virgil said with a truly evil grin.
Roman set his face. “I’ll win this time.”
“Oh, I’m sure you will~” Virgil purred.
••^*^••
Roman did not win. Virgil was all smooth and comfortable, casually discussing Ler ing tactics with Patton for the whole meal. It was even worse with the restraints still on his wrists that he just knew the other sides were looking at.
Roman’s face was bright red, hidden in his arms and still not nearly hidden enough.
And it made it worse now that he had to go to Virgil. Virgil wouldn’t just pop up again, Roman had to go find him. Practically begging to get wrecked. Which, well, he was.
••^*^••
Virgil was sitting on the end of Princey’s bed, waiting and watching the clock. Boy was it fun to be Ler! He could relive every bit of his previous scariness, and got the best, best rewards for it.
The door opened right at 12:53, and a red-faced Roman peeked inside.
Virgil sent him an evil smile, and saw the shiver run through him. Oh, it really was fun.
“We have a few minutes, I believe now would be the time to negotiate.”
“Negotiate?” Roman echoed, his voice squeaking.
Virgil nodded. “For example,” He said, tapping the restraints lightly. “I’ve had so much fun with these, but I’d love to have more.”
Roman’s face grew even redder, but he barely hesitated before making quite a few more. Virgil’s eyebrows went up. “Oh, Roman, you don’t want to be tickled, do you?”
Roman’s face flashed with almost panic, before Virgil continued.
“You want to get absolutely wrecked.”
Roman looked like he was having a hard time nodding past his own blush. The poor thing was just so full of embarrassment. With as many times as Virgil has been subjected to the same, or even greater, levels of embarrassment, he felt bad for poor Roman, but that didn’t mean he was letting him off the hook quite yet.
Virgil moved in close, tipping Roman’s chin up. “Tell me.”
Roman choked, spluttering out nonsense about how unfair and mean Virgil was while his face turned an even brighter red.
“Oh, but all you have to do is tell me, Roman~” Virgil teased. “Tell me just how much you want to get wrecked, and how much you want to get tickled until you can’t breathe, and then maybe a little more. Tell me to go after your death spots, and maybe I’ll even do it.”
Roman groaned. “Viiiiirgil, you’re awful! Please tickle me?”
Virgil finally relented. “That’s all I needed to hear.”
He squeezed at Roman’s sides, which had Roman giggling already, and easy to move to the bed. Fluttering fingers, and light squeezes, and just a couple raspberries had Roman caught up in giggles, squirming back and forth and letting out little squeals, but not fighting back in the least.
“Aww, do you like the tickles?” Virgil asked, wiggling a finger between two of Roman’s top ribs.
Roman just squealed, flinging his head back and forth.
“As much as I lo~ve that sound, I really do need to know~” Virgil teased, tickling just around Roman’s armpit, as if he would try to slip his fingers inside. “Do you like the little ticklies?”
Roman wiggled more and more, tucking his arms close. “Yehehes…”
“You do?” Virgil asked, moving down to leave dozens of little pokes over his belly. “You like all the little ticklies?”
Virgil blew a raspberry against Roman’s neck, and he let out an even louder squeal, pushing at Virgil for the first time.
Virgil captured his wrists, pulling them above his head. “Now that’s just not allowed, Roman. Especially not for the little tickles.”
Roman broke into deeper laughter just from having his more sensitive spots exposed. “Nohohoho!”
“No?” Virgil asked, leaving the restraints to keep his hands up and out of the way. “No what?”
“Dohohon’t!” Roman pleaded through laughter.
“No, don’t?” Virgil said, feigning complete innocence. “What should I not do? Oh, is there a tickly spot here?”
Virgil wasn’t even tickling him, but Roman let out a half-squeal, jerking back and forth.
Virgil started poking gently around Roman’s upper ribs. “Is there a tickly spot somewhere near here? A tickly spot I shouldn’t touch?”
Roman dissolved in laughter, shaking his head frantically.
“There’s not? Are you sure? Then what’s all this laughter for?”
There was a brief attempt by Roman to stop laughing, but it didn’t at all work, and just made him laugh harder. “Pleheahease, Vihirgil!”
“Please find the tickly spot? But I thought there wasn’t one?” Virgil teased, getting closer and closer.
Roman burst into a wonderful conglomeration of sounds, with laughter and pleading, and some kind of No!.
Virgil’s fingers danced closer and closer. “Oh well, guess there really isn’t a good tickle spot here. I’ll have to move on.”
He paused, and Roman’s whole body relaxed. Just in time for Virgil to dig his fingers right into the center of his hollows. Roman shrieked with laughter, arching away and managing to throw Virgil off without using his arms.
Virgil laughed, climbing back on. Roman was still giggling away, pulling his elbows down to cover his weak spots.
“Ro~man~” Virgil said teasingly.
“Whahat?”
Virgil patted the thick tunic. “This has to go now.”
“Whahat? Why?”
“You couldn’t be still, so you lose it.”
“Noho! That wasn’t a rule!”
“Wasn’t it?”
“No!”
Virgil set his hands down on Roman’s stomach, feeling him suck it in instinctively. “You’re telling me you don’t want to get tickled any more than this?”
Roman positively pouted. “ ‘s not fair,” he grumbled.
Virgil smirked. He felt confident in his power, since Roman had given it all to him. Roman picked him as Ler, and Roman had chosen to follow his admittedly mean teasing, and even the restraints were Roman’s, he could get rid of them at any time. And Virgil was not mistaken, as the tunic disappeared a second later, leaving Roman in a tank top and blushing again.
“Aww, there’s my good Lee, so hungry for tickles,” Virgil said, scribbling at Roman’s sides.
Roman fell right back into the light, happy laughter, and Virgil was happy to keep him there for quite a while, darting his fingers around his stomach, and sides, and ribs, and sometimes reaching back for a surprise attack on his knees or leaning forward for raspberries along his neck.
But finally his fingers were getting tired, and he just laid down on top of Roman, mentally releasing his hands. After most of the rest of the giggles were spent, Roman’s arms wrapped around him.
“What do you really think?” Virgil asked, the Ler mask completely dropped.
“Hmm?”
“I’m not too mean, am I?”
“Hmmm, nah.”
Virgil nodded, waiting a few more minutes before he slipped back into a Ler. “Well, that’s good, because once you’ve had some nice hot drink I’m gonna be even more mean.”
Roman laughed, and it wasn’t a tickle laugh, or a nervous laugh, it was the kind of laugh that showed he was happy, and excited, and Virgil loved it.
••^*^••
Virgil barely let Roman lift a finger for the extravagant hot cocoa, made exactly the way Roman preferred. They drank it on the floor, just so if they happened to spill they wouldn’t spill on the bed.
Roman’s whole body was buzzing with happy. He’d been tickled until he could barely help being happy, and of course the sugar and the familiar flavor helped him feel even better, and he knew he was getting more tickles afterward. He rocked back and forth drinking his cocoa.
Virgil’s smirk was awfully close to morphing into a fond smile, the softy. As mean as he could be, he was still all soft, and if Roman really disliked something, he wouldn���t make him go through with it.
Once the cocoa was gone, though, Virgil practically tackled him onto the bed.
“I still get my prize for winning the game earlier~”
Roman had laughed plenty, and had gone as red as it was possible to be, which one left only one more prize.
“You’re right~” Virgil teased, pulling Roman’s arms up above his head where they stayed. Roman tugged at his arms, and pulled his feet, but they were stuck fast too, and now Virgil’s smirk had no softness left in it.
“You know,” Virgil teased, starting to poke near the bottom of his ribcage. “With you all tied up like this, there’s really no need for me to keep to that limit.”
Roman was just trying not to laugh. He’d gone and helped clear away the anxiety, meaning Virgil was now really, truly in a Ler mood, and any bit of laughter would mean loads and loads more tickles.
“Oh, are you trying to be stubborn?” Virgil asked. “We both know that won’t last long.”
The little pokes were traveling up his ribs, and his chest was heaving with held-back laughter. It was so close. Roman wasn’t even sure how he was managing to hold the laughter in.
And then Virgil skipped the last two ribs to flutter his fingers in both hollows at the same time. Roman shrieked, and burst into loud laughter, his body jerking as far as it could in every direction, bouncing Virgil up and down.
Virgil was absolutely merciless, switching from soft fluttering to wiggling his fingers deep in the tissue, and not giving even a little bit of break or warning.
Roman was absolutely hysterical, completely gone weak and unable to do anything to stop it. It tickled SO BAD!
Virgil finally pulled away when Roman’s laughter turned wheezy and breathless, rubbing firm circles over his belly while he let him get his breath back.
“What do you think, if I tickled just enough to get you hysterical, and just kept going?” Virgil asked. “Just not enough to let you lose your breath. I could keep going with that for hours. How long would it take for you to lose your mind?”
Roman was already babbling desperately for mercy before Virgil could even finish his threat.
“No? You don’t want to try that? Well then why don’t you entertain me? Let’s have some of those squeals again.”
Virgil tickled just beneath his armpit on one side, and Roman squealed, pulling to the other side, where another hand was waiting to unleash its tickly torment. Back and forth, in a terrible cycle, whenever he got away from one hand it was only to fall victim to the other.
“Stohohop! Ihi’ll do anyhything!” Roman pleaded.
Virgil stopped immediately. “Anything?”
Roman immediately regretted it.
“Well then hold a bit more still this time. No, scratch that, you can’t hold yourself still. Let me hold you still.”
More of the restraints appeared, around his hips and his elbows and his chest.
“How’s this for anything?” Virgil asked, grinning evilly.
Roman would never, ever admit, not even to himself, that he was still excited to see what Virgil would do.
“You know, I’m going to take a page out of your book this time,” Virgil said, getting up and going over to Roman’s desk.
A quick snap had a tarp beneath him, and Virgil turned around with paint and brushes.
“I sure hope you’re ready to laugh some more.”
Virgil barely started before Roman was cackling and snorting. Long, slow, tickly lines over his collarbone, and swirls up over his neck. Stiff, poking bristles leaving dots all over his topmost rib, and Roman was going insane. And that was nothing compared to the short, quick lines making a halo around each hollow.
“Shh, I have to concentrate, now, or I’ll mess up on the most important part,” Virgil warned, as he pointed his brush right at the middle of Roman’s armpit.
“Nohoho, Virgihil, please!”
“Shhh…”
The paint slipped around his armpit easily, and the brushes bristled tickles far worse than he had even guessed. Roman was bursting with laughter, completely unable to help himself. It lasted ages and ages, the terrible tickles the only thing he could think about.
Virgil finally pulled back, but he was frowning. “See, now you’ve made me mess up. I have to wash all of this off and restart.”
Roman was a blathering mess of giggles and pleas, not that Virgil was listening to any one of them.
He conjured a washcloth, and made Roman go ballistic all over again, this time with purposeful wiggles of his fingers that definitely weren’t needed for cleaning.
Roman was riding on a high where all that existed was the wonderful tickles, and they never ever stopped. Once the one side was clean, Virgil left it to dry and moved to paint the other side.
Despite his brain being addled by all the tickling, or maybe because of it, Roman had just as strong a reaction to the other side, but his desperate words no longer had pleas for Virgil to stop. Even he didn’t know what he was saying anymore.
“And… there!” Virgil finished off with a final jab of the paintbrush. “That one looks alright. Now I just have to finish the other one.”
Roman just laughed. He had nothing more to say. It had all been tickled out of him.
“Did I make you go crazy, Princey? Can you remember your name still?”
It took a second to remember. “Rohomahan.”
Virgil tsked, “Must be losing my touch, hmm?” And then started painting again.
Roman was losing his mind under the soft, awful, amazing brush. Virgil had been right. If he didn’t lose his breath it could go on for hours, with the only price being his sanity.
When Virgil finished, Roman was dazed, so giggle high he couldn’t remember his name if he’d needed to.
“All done?” Virgil asked.
Roman nodded.
Virgil wrapped him up in a blanket, hugging him and playing with his hair, murmuring something Roman couldn’t remember, but that sounded sweet. He dropped off to sleep as the high faded away.
••^*^••
Roman wasn’t doing a single thing for himself the rest of the day. The only reason Virgil let him walk was that he couldn’t carry him. Anything he wanted was brought to him immediately, and Virgil cuddled with him while they watched movies late into the night, only realizing later that Roman had been long asleep.
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The bonfire surprise
Pairing: Crowley x reader
Written for: @spnchristmasbingo
Square/s filled: Chestnuts; Sitting by the fire
Warnings: none
Summary: still set to enjoy every bit of winter and holiday traditions, you decide to bring Jack to pick up chestnuts. Crowley joins you on the most innocuous hunt of the year, bringing Juliet along to spice things up. Roasting chestnuts on Hellfire never looked so good.
Words: 3091
Beta: @raspberrymama (I’ll never say this enough: check out her works!)
this piece can be found on AO3, here! If you’re interested in the whole series, you just have to click here!
“So... are you coming or not?”
Crowley tilts his head a bit, then nods, looking at you. “You know... yes. Since we've been consistently saving this world, it would be nice to take a walk in it.”
You were surprised when he decided to stick around for Christmas, or at least until the brothers don't actively start to try and kill him. He declared he enjoys the mayhem he can create frustrating Christmas' plans, but you suspect that he's probably just bored by his temporary lack of employment. You give him a small nod.
“Precisely what I was thinking.”
“Great. Now... aren't you forgetting something?”
You run a quick mind inventory, but nothing seems to be missing. “... like what?”
“Like the kid?” Crowley suggests, falsely helpful.
“... oh, no. Jack's in the car from like ten minutes. He can't wait to go.”
Crowley sighs dramatically. “Oh, to be young and eager again. Is it far?”
“About twenty minutes from here... why don't you come with us? You can try and crush Jack's optimism while we go.”
“I can do it on site. I've got someone to pick up, if it's all the same to you.”
“Oh... sure. Of course.” You are slightly curious and, even if you would never admit it, slightly disappointed. You were hoping for some time with Crowley, but he seems to have framed the occasion like a good chance to do... well, anything else.
“Fantastic. I'll see you there.”
“Hey, Y/N?”
“Yes, Jack?”, you answer after a second, emerging from your thoughts.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes. Why?”
“You are just very quiet.”
“I'm just... a bit tired, you know.” Of course you were quiet. You're dying to see who was so important that had to be picked up and brought to what feels like a family thing.
“Sure. So... how's it gonna be?”
Surprised, you throw a side glance at Jack. The kid is smart. “As it's always been, I guess. Why?”
“I've never picked up chestnuts.”
Of course. Of course it was about the chestnuts. You stammer a moment, trying to collect yourself. “Oh, it's fun, actually. You just have to watch out for the shells, actually. They're spikey, y'know. You put on your gloves, then we pick them up from the ground,and check if there are holes in them. If they're whole we can put them in the baskets.”
“What if there's a hole?”
“Well, that means there's a worm inside. It's not a problem if you accidentally eat it, since it's basically lived inside the thing its whole life and it tastes like that, but... let's just try and avoid it, ok?”
“Sure. No point in killing it just because it's in the wrong place at the right moment.”
You smile, surprised by the tenderness of his heart. The whole argument about his nature before he was born it feels incredibly stupid, now. The kid doesn't even want to kill a worm.
“Precisely. Besides, it might mean that the thing is rotting, and we don't want to deal with the consequences of eating spoilt food. Why don't you put on some music?”
Jack literally beams at the idea. “Can I connect my phone?”
“Sure thing, kid. We have about half an hour to go, connect the Bluetooth and jam away.”
The rest of the ride consists mainly in Jack humming Christmas songs and weird covers of them, while you keep your eyes on the road and occasionally sing along with him.
Once you get there, you immediately spot Crowley. Seeing that he's alone, you tilt your head.
“Weren't you supposed to pick up someone?”
“I did.”
He whistles, and a second later two hellhounds appear next to him, wagging their tails. He smiles at you, clearly satisfied by your surprised expression.
“I'm confident you remember Juliet and Banquo.”
“I do. How... how can I see them?”
“Because I let you.”
“... oh. Thanks, I guess.”
Crowley hints at them with a swift nod. “Go ahead, touch them. I know you'd like to.”
Trying to play it cool, you kneel down and pat the head of Juliet. A second later, Banquo is rubbing his head against your arm, almost throwing you off balance. Crowley immediately notices.
“Banquo. Settle down, boy.”
The hound whimpers and draws back, immediately obeying Crowley, who gives you a satisfied look.
“I trained them myself.”
“I figured that much.” you fire back. Like anyone else could train those hounds to act like that.
You're distracted by Jack calling you. You turn and you see the bundle of scarf, hat and oversized sport coat wandering among the trees and picking up the burrs, only to let them fall again as soon as they sting him. Crowley raises an eyebrow, amused.
“Looks like the most powerful being in existence needs help with picking up some fruit from the ground.”
“... he's three years old.”
“They grow so fast, don't they?”
You turn your back to Crowley and walk to Jack. Juliet and Banquo run around, sniffing the leaves and acting mostly like normal dogs. You notice that, and turn to Crowley, who's been casually waddling around, following you and Jack.
“Why are they like these?”
“What do you mean?”
“They act like normal dogs.”
“They like topside.”
“Don't they have souls to collect, today?”
“They always do.” Crowley replies with a casual scroll of his shoulders.
“Then why are they here?”
“There are other hounds, you know. These two were just the most affectionate to me. In short, useless to dear mother, and very useful for my personal security.”
Of course, you don't know why they're there. You're not a hunter, after all, not in the truest meaning of the word. You've been dragged in there when you ran into Bobby, years earlier, trying to nick a book from your shop. You gave him the book in exchange for some explanations, and it turned out your years of eccentric reading made you pretty useful.
Bobby then started to call you for lore-related things, and it was only a matter of time before the hunters started to use your shop as a sort of base. You started to store magical items, too, and even faced a few monsters on your own. Not exactly your cup of tea, but fun. Crowley knows about this all, obviously. Everyone knows about it. His dogs are there because you are there. The idea of a human dear both to the king of Hell and the future God might inspire some unpleasant thoughts in rogue demons and monsters, so he doesn't want to take any unnecessary risk.
You only see the hounds sprinting away, running after a very lucky squirrel. The little rodent manages to climb up the bark of the chestnut tree just in time, escaping the fangs of the hellish beasts for a split hair. Crowley giggles happily next to you, apparently delighted.
“The dislike for squirrels must run in the family.”
“Yeah... Jack, honey, wait, no.”
Jack has started to climb on the tree, trying to reach the lowest branches, that are still a good seven feet above the ground. He really is a three years old sometimes, but you keep forgetting that. When he falls back on you, you are painfully reminded that he is a three years old in a fully adult body.
Before Jack can do it, Crowley helps you up, smirking.
“Everything fine, love?”
“Yeah, peachy.”
He chuckles and takes a dried leaf off your hair, then gives you an amused smile.
“Looks like you're enjoying yourselves, at least.”
Jack enthusiastically answers for you, then dashes away to inspect a new patch of dried leaves and fallen burrs. When climbing up the trees is finally off the table, you three keep walking in the woods and picking up chestnuts here and there until the baskets are full. You look at your clock, starting to feel the cold seeping through your clothes.
“We still have a couple of hours of good light left. Let's go back to the car, we'll make a fire there.”
“... a fire? What for?”
“Well, we... you know what? It's a surprise. Come on, let's go back.”
Jack smiles in excitement, then slows down, looking at you and Crowley. You walk closer than you did earlier, and you don't even seem to notice how the back of your hands touch while you walk. He's seen Dean and Castiel subconsciously trying to get closer just like that. He might be young, but he's learnt quite a lot about love and longing, and he's quite sure that he has a fine example of both lying right in front of him. He also has an idea about how to make that happen, even if he will have to wait until you return to the bunker.
When the three of you make it back to the clearing where you parked the car, you start looking around for some logs and branches to set the fire. You have some water and a couple of old newspapers in the car, so safety and the ignition are accounted for. You're still scouring the clearing through the growing darkness when Crowley clears his throat. You turn to him, expecting him to mock you for not having figured it before.
“... what?”
“I assume you're looking for something to start the fire.”
“Well, duh.”
He scoffs, not taking seriously your remark, and raises his hand, “Perhaps I could be of assistance. You know... hellfire and all that.”
“Oh, I... I didn't think of it.”
“I figured that much”, he echoes the words you spat at him earlier in a much gentler tone. You almost feel bad for treating him harshly, but you just can't help it. There's something about him and the way he treats you that makes you feel... uneasy, for some reason.
Crowley knows you well, by now, but he still hasn't found a way to unravel you completely. He was content when you sought him out in your sleep. You slipped through the sheets and held him, just like you did a few years ago, and you seemed pretty happy about it. You wanted to be close to him... and yet you seem very bothered by his presence, at times. Of course, this only makes him all the more curious to find out the key to decipher your weirdness. He doesn't like pending business, and you certainly are acting like one.
With a snap of his fingers, a bright fire starts burning a few yards away from the car, complete with a few logs to sit around it, and you look at it, fascinated like a child. Juliet and Banquo immediately recognize the nature of the flames, and go to quietly lie down next to them.
You start laughing and walk to the car, taking the castiron skillet and a couple of knives.
“What, no knife for me?”
You jump, surprised. He's definitely closer than where you left him, and you didn't hear him approach.
“Stop moving so quietly! I'll tie a bell around your neck.”
“Oooh, my own collar? Kinky. I might like that.”
You thank the darkness and the dancing lights cast by the open flames for hiding the redness creeping up your cheeks. You grab a third knife, flip it and offer the handle to Crowley.
“You know how to do it, right?”
“Love, I am a demon, not a moron.”
“Eh. Sometimes you can be both.”
He rolls his eyes, only mildly annoyed. “Care to make an example or do I have to take your insults at face value?”
You would like to answer, but your throat closes. The thought of that day in the Apocalypse world is etched in your mind, and you don't like to think about it. Luckily, you catch Jack getting close to the hounds with the clear intention of petting them, so you're spared from answering. You dash to him, worried.
“Jack, don't!”
Jack immediately takes a step back and looks at you, confused. “But they look so cute!”
“Yeah, but those are not fluffy animals. Those are killing machines, and...”
“And they're trained to behave around people who mean no harm to me. Go ahead, boy. They like scratches on their heads.” Crowley encourages Jack.
You survey carefully the scene, ready to spring into action, but Crowley was telling the truth. A minute later, Jack is sitting on the ground, scratching Juliet's head with a hand, and patting Banquo with the other, looking happier than ever.
“You think Dean will let us keep on in the bunker?”
You think about it for a second. There's not a strong enough word in any human language to express the way Dean would refuse the idea of a hellhound loose in the bunker. Hearing Crowley chuckle next to you, you're sure that he's thinking the exact same thing.
“I... I don't think so, Jack.” Jack nods, trusting your judgement, and looks at you.
“Right. So... what do I do with the knife?”
You sit down on the log next to his one and teach him how to lightly carve the smooth shell of the fruit with a X, so that it doesn't swell and bash while it cooks. When you prepare enough for the three of you, you pour them in the pan and set it on the fire, shaking it from time to time to ensure an even cooking.
Jack notices that your movements are steady, and studies you for a moment. “So... is it a Christmas tradition?”
“It’s more of a winter thing, not just Christmas,” you answer, “I used to go picking chestnuts with my grandfather, from November through December. Then we would cook them on this big open fire in the backyard of his country house. Not a fancy one, though. He was a farmer, so it was one of those old houses full of tools and handmade stuff. I really liked that place.”
“I bet it was amazing.”
You think about it for a moment. “You know what? It really was. And they kept loads of animals, too. He and my grandma would do everything at home, from scratch.”
You start telling Jack things you've never told anyone since you moved and started your new life. Meanwhile, you keep your eyes on the chestnuts, taking them out of fire when they're done.
You pick some pages from the old newspapers and roll three cones, then pour the hot roasted fruit in them. You offer one to Jack, and one to Crowley, who looks surprised.
“... for me?”
“Yes. I know you don't eat, but...”
He takes the cone from your hands, smiling.
“I still like the taste. Thanks, love. Very thoughtful of you.”
“Shut up”, you mutter, but you're smiling.
Jack encourages you to tell more stories about your family, and you hear the crunching noises coming from him slowing down progressively. When you look at him again, on the other side of the flames, you see him dozing off, still nestled between Juliet and Banquo.
You smile and throw your paper cone filled with discarded skins in the fire, watching it crackle, then reach out, trying to warm your hands. The air is cold, and it's totally dark around you, despite being only four p.m. You think about what you just told Jack, and a sting of nostalgia catches you by surprise.
You quickly blink a couple of times, hoping to chase those unexpected tears away, but you feel a hand on your shoulder.
“Are you alright, kitten?”
You almost forgot about Crowley. Surprisingly, he didn’t say anything while you were telling your stories to Jack, but you don’t suspect he listened to every word you said. “I... yes. Just... I haven't thought about those things for a very long time. I... I'm just being stupid.”
“Oh, love. Don't. Actually, you made me remember a few things about my winters as a human.”
“... really?” You think you couldn't be more surprised, but you're wrong. Your amazement hits its peak when Crowley starts telling you about old Scottish traditions, and his experiences with them.
After a few minutes of chatting, you shiver, and inch closer to him. He doesn't move away, instead he wraps an arm around your shoulders.
“I suspect you like me just as a heather, love” he purrs right beside your ear.
“Who says I like you?”
You both laugh and stay quiet, enjoying the cold air, the warmth of the fire and the smell of smoke and roasted chestnuts filling the air for a while. You close your eyes for a moment, laying your head back on his shoulder. His cologne and the hint of sulphur hidden behind it always made you feel safe, and now that things are so different from what they were, you aren't even plagued by the question anymore. The ever-present question of what was going to come next, what was going to happen... how you’d lose him.
You sigh and open your eyes, looking at Jack, then move away from Crowley.
“You know... we should go back. It's dark, and I'm sure they're wondering where we are.”
“... I'll bring back the puppies and see you there, if it's fine with you.”
“It... it is. More than fine, actually.”
He brushes your hand, and you feel his warmth through your glove, then look at him while he speaks.
“Thanks for sharing those memories, love. I know they were for the kid, but... it was nice to hear them.”
“Actually… I'm glad you were here.”
For a moment, both of you stay still. You feel your heart beating faster when you look at him. The way the fire underlines his features, the sheer intensity of his gaze force you to shiver, despite being comfortable and warm. Crowley looks at you and can’t hold back a smile. It might be the moment he was waiting for.
Instead, suddenly panicking, you stand up quickly, feeling your usual shield going up again. You can't be too vulnerable around him, after all. And Jack… you must bring him back. You didn’t come all that way just to get all lovey-dovey with the former king of Hell. “Well, I'll see you back at the bunker.”
“Right. See you there.” Crowley mutters through his teeth and notices the sudden shift in your behaviour. He wonders if his efforts still make sense. Then, he watches you waking up Jack and talking softly to him, petting the hounds and making sure everything is fine, and he knows he just has to be a bit more patient.
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Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 26
Word Count: 4,300
POV: Reader
Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Language
Notes: Here’s the next installment of NR. Hope you guys enjoy! Happy Reading!
Nervous Regrets Masterlist
The days following Christmas were like a complete blur. Tyler’s family only stayed for a couple extra days, as he was off on another road trip. Thankfully, it was just overnight. It wasn’t until he got home the next day that he decided to spring his New Year’s Eve plans on you.
“Hey babe, the boys were all wondering if we were still going to have the New Year’s Eve party this year. I told them I didn’t see why not. We can throw something together by then, don’t you think?”
“And by ‘we’, I’m sure you meant that I’m going to be able to pull this off.” Back when you first met Tyler, his parties were pretty legendary, but they mostly consisted of booze, booze, and more booze. Well, to be fair there may have been a frozen pizza or two thrown in. Being with you changed all that. The parties were less frequent, and when they did happen you always made sure there was something more than alcohol available.
“Awe come on, I wouldn’t let you do this all yourself.” He drew your body close to his and started to rain little kisses on your face and neck. “I’ll call the maid and have her come over and clean everything. Oh and I’ll also pick up all the beverages. All you’d have to do is order some food and we’d be good.”
“And get party hats, and noisemakers, and champagne.” He nibbled on the sweet spot on your neck and your knees went weak, along with your resolve. “But…I suppose that’s not too much to do.”
He full-on kissed your lips then, lingering there for a moment. “Baby, have I told you you’re the best and that I love you.”
“Mmmm…not in the last few hours.”
“Then maybe I should make up for that.” He started to kiss you again but pulled back quickly. “Oh! Did you call the doctor and ask about Cabo?” Tyler always booked a vacation once the schedule was released and he knew when his bye week was. Unfortunately, he’d booked the vacation when you were apart and before he knew you were pregnant. The vacation had got pushed on the back burner, with the new house, then it was Christmas and here you were approaching the new year, and you two still hadn’t made a decision about whether or not you were going. “It’s not a big deal if you can’t fly. We can just stay here and relax, maybe actually book a room at the Omni and have our babymoon there.”
You loved when he called his bye week a babymoon for the two of you. From day one, Tyler had taken to reading all the information for new dads that he could get his hands on, that he paid extra attention to these parts warmed your heart. “I spoke to the doctor yesterday about it, and while they don’t recommend flying after thirty-four weeks, he said since I would only be at thirty-three weeks then, and that we were only going to be on the flight for about two and half hours, he saw no problem. As long as I walk around during the flight to prevent swelling, and see him as soon as I get home. So we’re cleared for take-off.”
“Are you sure it’s ok? I mean I don’t want anything to happen to you or the baby over some vacation.”
“The doctor said everything about my pregnancy has been normal, so there’s no need to worry. Let’s just go and have fun. Though I’m not putting a bathing suit on.” Once the doctor cleared you, it was the only thing that you could think of. Everyone else that would be there, would be in skimpy bathing suits splashing around in the pool, while you sat there looking like a beached whale.
“Oh stop it! It’s our friends for godsakes; you know they don’t care. Besides, I think you’d be totally sexy in a bikini with this little one showing.” He touched your baby bump, while you rolled your eyes at him. Tyler continued to say that you were the sexiest thing alive to him, even though you didn’t feel remotely close to that.
“I know no one would really care, but I don’t even have a suit.”
“What do you mean? Can’t you just wear one of your old ones?” Your eyebrows furrowed together, to give him a look that said are you serious.
“Ty, have you not noticed that I don’t fit in most of my old clothes at the moment?”
“Fine, then order some. We’re not going on our babymoon for you to sit inside all day.” When you didn’t answer, he headed down the hall saying, “If you’re not ordering them, then I will.” Of course, you followed him into the office, where he sat down at the desk and googled ‘swimsuits for pregnant women.’ He clicked on the first site that popped up. There wasn’t a huge variety on the site, but there was one that you thought would be doable, but before you could say anything he clicked the back button. “Nope, those all suck.”
“That black one was cute.”
He scrunched up his face before answering you. “What that one piece?” When you nodded agreement, he added. “Hell no, that one covered up way too much. I want to see both my babies laying by the beach when we go.”
He went through two more sites before he finally found one to his liking. It was a two-piece suit of course, with low cut bikini bottoms so that it wouldn’t restrict your belly and a low cut top that would be somewhat scandalous with the size of your breasts at the moment. “I don’t know about that one Ty. It’s showing a lot.”
“Nonsense, it’s perfect.” He clicked on your size and placed it in the basket, then went back to look at some others. Before you could protest, he said, “We’re going to be there for almost a week, you need more than one suit.”
“Fine, but can one somewhat cover me up?”
“Only if you promise not to wear it the whole time.” Sometimes he knew you better than you knew yourself, with another roll of your eyes you agreed. Spending the next hour, the two of you playfully argued over suitable swimwear for your upcoming vacation.
Over the next few days, you planned out the New Year’s Eve party. It was too late to get the party catered, which was fine as you weren’t planning on serving a meal or anything; you really just needed finger foods that people could pick up. After a few trips, you had everything you needed to make the party a success. The tricky part of this whole plan was the fact that the Stars played on New Year’s Eve. You debated about not going to the game, to make sure everything was ready for the party, but Tyler had practically begged you to go; so there you were watching the Stars game go into overtime and wondering how you were going to get all the hors d’oeuvres ready before people started coming. Tyler, of course, insisted that you go down and meet him after the game, so you could ride home together.
Jenna noticed you checking your watch for the third time before overtime even started. “Stop worrying. I’ll help you get everything ready once we get there. Besides most people will be coming after the game anyhow.”
“I know you’re right. I guess I just want everything perfect.” She gave you a look, the one that said your best friend knows you way too well. “I know, me and my anal retentiveness.”
“Exactly.” Unfortunately, the Stars lost shortly into the three-on-three period. But as luck would have it everyone cut their interviews short, so that in no time you and Tyler were back at the house, right as Jamie and Jenna followed behind you.
True to her word, your best friend pitched in, helping you get all the food out. Players, significant others and friends started arriving right away. Tyler and Jamie handled getting everyone drinks. You’d convinced Tyler that he should give up his no drinking rule while you were pregnant for one night. Part of you thought you may regret this, but about an hour into the party; he was still nursing the same beer. “Babe, it’s almost midnight. Will you get out of this kitchen and come ring in the New Year with me.”
“Really, is it that soon already?” You looked at the clock and noticed it was eleven-thirty. “I’m sorry Ty. I guess the time just got away from me.” Going up on your toes, you kissed him giving him a quick apology.
“It’s no problem babe. Let’s just grab some champagne and join in the fun.” He opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle from way in the back.
“Ty, I know I told you to drink tonight, but I’m still pregnant, and still not drinking.” A small chuckle escaped your lips.
“Don’t worry, I got us covered. This is non-alcoholic.” He grabbed two champagne glasses from the cupboard instead of the stack you had over on the island, probably out of habit more than anything else. Placing your New Year’s tiara on your head, he took your hand and led you into the throng of people milling about your house. Most of your friends were there, so you stopped, hugging each of them and promising to catch up after the ball dropped. Tyler found a relatively quiet spot, over by the sliding glass doors in the living room with ten minutes left. It was an excellent spot, as you could see Jamie and Jenna huddled together in the archway leading to the entrance, seemingly oblivious to everyone else around them. Most of the couples were in the living room as it seemed the game room had been taken over by beer pong and other drinking games.
Tyler popped open the bottle of champagne, while you held the glasses for him to pour. You handed him his glass and he raised it for a private toast. “Here’s to all the ups and downs from this past year, and to making twenty-nineteen our year. A year of love, laughter and new beginnings.” Clinking your glasses together, you took a sip of the bubbly concoction before Tyler’s lips touched yours in a passionate kiss. Noisemakers had the two of you breaking apart, as people started to anticipate the countdown. Tyler twisted you so that you were locked within his embrace; your back firmly pressed against his chest. Ryan Seacrest appeared on screen, surrounded by a bunch of celebrities who obviously performed earlier, though you saw none of them. Tyler’s head bent low to your ear. “I love you (Y/N).” The countdown started, everyone in the house joining in. “Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one; Happy New Year!!!” His lips found yours instantly, turning you back around to face him. The room faded away, as your tongues entwined, each of you simply pouring love into the other.
When you broke apart, you were both breathless. “I love you, Tyler Seguin.”
“I love you more.” You just shook your head lightly at him, for it couldn’t be possible for him to feel more for you than you did him. He was your heart, your life, and your world; and you were so excited for this new year to start by his side.
“Happy New Year, brother!” Jamie said clapping Tyler on the back. The two of you breaking apart so you could hug your best friends respectively.
You clinked your glass with Jenna’s after the hug, whispering, “Here’s to this year being the best one for both of us.” The next thing you knew, you were being pulled away from Tyler by other friends. His teammates took him in the opposite direction, convincing him to play a game of beer pong. For the next hour, you mingled with everyone, chatting about everything and anything. You had just finished up, showing some of your friends the progress of the nursey, when you felt Cash rub up against your leg. You bent down to pet the pup, and that’s when you noticed how bad your back was killing you.
Walking out of the nursery, you headed down the hall to one of the spare bedrooms; Cash following close behind. Luckily, it was empty. It couldn’t hurt to just lay down and prop your feet up for a few minutes, could it? Sitting down on the bed, you slid your heels off and noticed how swollen your feet and ankles actually were. You’d never get the shoes back on, but then it didn’t really matter as you were in your own home. As you lay back against the pillows you could feel the pain in your back start to melt away. Cash jumped up beside you before you could grab the throw blanket at the foot of the bed. He laid his head between your breast and your belly with a low satisfied growl. “I know bud, it’s been a long day.” You told him stroking his fur. His eyes slowly closed, as did yours.
“(Y/N), babe…babe…” Tyler was gently shaking you. You blinked your eyes trying to get your brain to work. “Babe are you ok?”
“Hmm…” Why wouldn’t you be ok? “Yeah, I’m fine.” You finally were able to mumble out. Taking in your surrounding you noticed you were in the guest room, though in your sleep haze you couldn’t remember why. Then it hit you. You’d stopped for just a minute to rest during the party. You sat straight up, almost knocking Tyler in the head if his reaction skills hadn’t been on point. “Oh my god, I must have fallen asleep.”
“I’ve been looking for you, for the last half hour. Why are you up here?”
“I was showing a couple people the nursery and just needed to sit for like five minutes, that’s it. My back and feet were killing me. The last thing I remember I was petting Cash, I just thought if I’d close my eyes for a few minutes.” How the hell, had you fallen asleep in the middle of the party. “Oh no the party…” You moved to get up, but Tyler stopped you.
“Is fine. A lot of people left, that’s when I noticed you were missing, but it took me a while to find you up here.”
“Well, we should go back down.” There were things that needed to be done, and the cleanup…ugh. Tyler stopped you short yet again, as you swung your legs to the side of the bed. At least now maybe you could get your shoes back on.
“The only way we’re going downstairs is so that you can go to bed. I’m sorry. I should’ve thought more about you and the baby when I decided to have this thing.”
His hands were rubbing your arms up and down, the motion so soothing and relaxing. “Ty, you didn’t decide to have the party; ‘we’ did.” You put emphasis on the word ‘we.’ “And as for the baby and I, we’re doing fine. I was just a bit tired, now that I’m rested; I’m ready to go again.”
You were feeling a bit more yourself after your nap, but it wouldn’t take much too just head to bed either. “Sorry babe, the party is over for you. The only place you’re going is to bed.” He went and scooped you up in his arms then, and started making his way to the door.
“Ty, stop! I can walk downstairs.”
“I know, but I also know you, and you’ll start cleaning up the minute your feet hit the floor.” It was true, there were still people in your house and probably drinks all over the place; it was a mess you didn’t want to wake up to in the morning. He must have noticed your hesitation to argue his point, for he continued. “See even you know I’m right.”
Sighing heavily, you leaned your head back against his shoulder, as your arms looped around him. “Well…maybe you’re partially right.”
His deep chuckle vibrated through your body as he held you. “It kills you to admit I’m right; doesn’t it?”
“Maybe.”
He kissed your forehead, as he walked the two of you out the guest bedroom door. “God woman you’re so stubborn. It’s a good thing I love you.” A yawn escaped your mouth before you could answer him. “See you are tired, babe. We’re taking you to bed, and I’ll get the rest of these drunks to head home.”
“But what about the mess?”
“It’s not that bad, Jamie and Jenna cleaned up most of it before leaving. The rest we’ll get in the morning.” As he carefully took the stairs with you in his arms, it was definitely much quieter than when you had laid down originally. His final foot hit the landing and he headed straight for your bedroom. He moved quickly but it did give you a chance to see that your house wasn’t as messy as you’d first thought. You made a mental note to call Jenna and thank her and Jamie for cleaning up. Gently laying you down on the mattress, he said, “I think some of the guys were gonna crash here if that’s ok?”
“Yeah, that’s fine. I don’t think anyone should be drinking and driving.”
“Ok, let me go take care of a few things and then I’ll be back to cuddle with you.” You smiled up at him, for having his arms wrapped around you, was one of the best feelings in the world. As soon as the door closed, you moved into the bathroom to get ready for bed, wiping away all the makeup you had on and brushing your teeth. Baby Seguin decided to give you a particularly hard kick at the moment, letting you know they were awake; while at the same time waking you up from the sleep fog, you’d been in. Shifting your hips from side to side, you shimmied out or your leggings then removed the rest of your clothing. Now that you were fully awake, you thought that you and Tyler could really ring in the New Year, and so you decided to leave the lace bra and panties on as you headed back to bed.
Taking the throw pillows off the bed, you turned down the comforter; which is when Tyler came into the room. He took in the black lace on your body and his jaw went slack. He knew that if you were truly that sleepy, you’d already be in an oversized nightshirt. “I thought you were tired?”
“Mmmm…I was.” With a shrug of your shoulders, you added, “but not so much anymore.” You crawled up on the bed, trying to be seductive, but not sure if it was working at all. When he whipped his shirt off, you knew you had him.
“Get over here.” He practically growled as his hands went to undo the buttons on his jeans. As soon as you got close enough, he grabbed your waist and pulled you to him, molding his lips to yours. There wasn’t even a question, as you opened your mouth for him. He moaned into you, making you weak; his strong arms pressing you close to his body, as they roamed up your back. He tasted faintly of alcohol, as you drank him in. You felt the clasp of your bra pop, and Tyler slid the straps down your shoulders. He released you then if only to rid you of the garment; his mouth worrying its way down from your neck to your breast. He sucked a taut nipple into this mouth, swirling his tongue around it and pleasure coursed through your body. You couldn’t help the moan that came out of your mouth when he repeated the gesture. Your hands threaded through his hair urging him on. “You like that baby?” He whispered before tormenting your other breast.
“Mmmm…yes.” It was all you could muster out.
“You’re tits are so fucking sensitive. I love it.” He sucked hard, then gently bit down. “I feel like I could make you cum just by sucking on them.” Heat pulled in your core at his words, and you felt your legs start to tremble. “You’d like that wouldn’t you babe. Lay back.” You did as he requested, his body following yours down. He immediately latched back on, and your pussy grew wet from the contact; while his thumb and index finger tweaked your other nipple. You were panting with need, as you realized he was right; you may, in fact, cum without him even touching your cunt.
Though that’s not what you wanted right now. You craved his cock inside you. “Ty…” you said breathlessly. “I need you…”
“Tell me what you want baby girl.”
“I want you…” His tongue flicked over your nipple and you felt yourself growing closer to climax. “Your cock.”
“You sure baby?”
“Fuck…Ty…stop teasing me.” You were begging him at this point but it didn’t matter.
He kissed you hard on the mouth. “Shhh…I’ll give you want you need babe.” He stripped off his boxer briefs, then quickly discard you of your panties. Cock in hand, he stroked it once before positioning it at your entrance. He leaned down capturing your lips as in one thrust he bottomed out in you. Your back arched up instinctively taking him deeper inside, and he groaned into your mouth, before breaking apart to hiss out, “Fuck babe…you feel so good.”
Wrapping your legs around him, you urged him to move inside you. Tyler, of course, obliged you, pumping in and out of you as he built up a steady rhythm. Your orgasm was skating on the edge from his foreplay and you knew it wouldn’t be long before you were falling off the edge. Legs trembling, Tyler picked up the pace; his balls hitting you with each thrust. Moans and sounds of sex filled the air. “I love you.” You moaned out as you felt your pussy walls start to contract.
“I love you too.” You kissed him passionately as waves of pleasure took over your body. Tyler’s climax followed yours, as you felt him pump one last time into you, spilling his seed. When you both finally came back to earth, Tyler collapsed beside you, drawing you close. “That was one hell of a Happy New Year.”
“Absolutely,” you giggled back at him. “I have a feeling it’s going to be a very good year if that was any indication.
He twisted your body so that you could look him in the eyes; his expression serious, which caused you to run your thumb over his frown lines as you cupped his cheek. “I have an idea that will make it even better.” You looked at him curiously. “Let’s get married.”
“Ty, I think I already told you I’d marry you.” You chuckled in return.
“I know that. I mean like now…well not now, but like this week.”
“What?” You weren’t quite sure you understood what he was saying. Well, you understood it; you just couldn’t believe he was saying it.
“I want to marry you now (Y/N).” When you didn’t say anything he kept going. “Hear me out, cause I know what you’re going to say. We’ll still have the big wedding this summer with our families, but I just want to like head to the courthouse and make it official, now. I want you to be my wife before the baby comes.” You blinked back your surprise. “I love you. I love you more than anything, but I want our child’s birth certificate to read Tyler and (Y/N) Seguin; not Tyler Seguin and (Y/F/L/N).” His eyes searched yours. You could see the gravity of the situation weighing in his mind.
He went to say more, but you pressed a finger to his lips; a smile touching yours as you said, “Yes Tyler; yes I will marry you now.” A grin broke out on his face and you could tell he wanted to say more, so you continued. “Though you promise that we’ll still have the wedding? My parents would kill me, and you for that matter.”
“Trust me so would my family. We can’t do it tomorrow, the courthouse is closed. How about the third? I have a game on the second. We could get Jamie and Jenna to stand for us.”
“Wow, you’ve really thought this all out.”
“Yeah, maybe a little,” and you could see the blush on his cheeks even in the dim moonlight. “(Y/N), I know I’ve told you this before, but I’ve wanted to marry you almost since we met. I just don’t see a reason to wait, now that you’ve said yes.”
Reaching over, you kissed his lips. “I feel the same way, Ty. I just have one question.” He raised his eyebrows in question. “Do you think we should tell anyone? I mean besides Jamie and Jenna.”
“Babe I want to tell the world that I’m married to you, but I have a feeling it won’t go over well with our families. So for now, how about it will be just our little secret?”
“Agreed,” For some reason, there were butterflies of excitement in your belly and they weren’t from the baby. You were officially going to be Mrs. Tyler Seguin in just three short days. It had been a hard road to get here, but all your dreams were finally coming true. “I guess Cabo is going to be a babymoon and a honeymoon.”
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The Royal Pain
I’m tired, google docs won’t open, don’t expect any of this to make sense, I suck at grammar. : ]
Warnings (here so you actually see them): EXCESSIVE Swearing, Death, Murder, Abuse, Love?, even more swearing, awful grammar, implied drug deal?, Implied stalking? Graphic gore.
Deceit was royal Assistant to his crowned highness Prince Roman. He was currently off to wake his highness in his cambers. He walked in and over to Roman’s bed, “alright bitch, wake the fuck up. The sun isn’t even up, but fuck it, you need to wake up right now and get your ass out of bed.”
Roman groaned, “Yeah, morning to you too beautiful.” Roman winked after his sarcastic remark then got out of bed, but immediately fell. He was tired, who could blame him. He sighed and stood up after a moment then threw a pillow at Deceit, “Leave unless you want to watch me strip and get into my clothes for the day.” He growled and shot daggers out his eyes, not literally though because he wasn’t magical or anything special like that.
Deceit nodded and left the room then headed down to breakfast and waited for Roman.
Roman got dressed and went down to breakfast, he sat down then started eating.
Remus arrived barely wearing anything, his assistant Logan just glared at him. Remus sat and ate, he got food everywhere.... Not really everywhere, but it was all over his hair, chest, the table, and anywhere but his mouth.
Logan felt like he was being tortured, why the hell was Remus eating his pancakes with a fucking spoon. That bastard may be ignorant at times but not this bad! how does that even work!?!?!? How do you even use a spoon to eat pancakes.
The Royal Majesties King and Queen arrived to breakfast. They made no comment on their two idiotic chaotic sons.... They were used to it? ha! no they just learned to not ask. They didn’t want to hear whatever hour long reason their boys came up with. So they sat and ate casually.
Roman finished his meal and got up then just causally put his empty plate on the floor. He was an idiot what would you expect?
Deceit came over and put it back on the table, “Well we should get you prepared for the royal ball tonight.” he said and smiled at Roman then guided him back to his room.
Logan did the same once Remus was done flinging his food everywhere.
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It was time for the ball, Roman was wearing a nice Red and white suit with some golden accents and looked absolutely handsome, Remus.... he had taken a bath at least, he wore clothes.
They all went to the ball room and danced around for awhile, at one point Logan had noticed someone eyeing his bastard of a crush. He liked Remus if that wasn’t clear and they were more of lovers than a pining crush but Logan was still oblivious they were even in a relationship because he was smart intellectually but not socially. So even when Remus asked him to go out on a date, Logan proceeded to lecture him about time and days of the week and what today’s date was and how you could go out, as in leave, any time of the week or any day. But like said before he didn’t like how some guy was fucking looking at his man! So he went and confronted the creep.
Logan stalked over to the light blue apron clad man with the weird puffy hat, “WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT THE FUCKING PRINCE!?!?!?!?! I KNOW HE’S AN IDIOT, TOTALLY HANDSOME AND SEXY WHATEVER THAT MEANS. BUT WHY ARE YOU STARING AT HIM. CAN’T YOU TELL I ALREADY LOVE THAT BITCH?” Logan asked and slowly broke down crying on the spot.
“Hello, you must be Logan, Prince Remus’ partner and assistant. I’m Patton! I was supposed to meet the Prince for a super secret meeting. I have tons of cupcakes for him in exchange for the key to the dog kennel, I really wanted to see the puppers.” Patton greeted and explained, he looked absolutely innocent. He had also totally ignored Logan’s inevitable breakdown.
Remus looked and noticed his Love Logan was crying, he couldn’t let his Little Lemur Lemon Love cry. He had to seek out who made him cry and eliminate them. He stalked over and looked at Logan and saw him right next to Patton, or was it Patton? This man wore a weird puffy hat, Patton never wore a hat. So it was not Patton. Remus grabbed a sword without question from....somewhere? and proceeded to stab Not Patton several times. He wouldn’t let anyone make his LoLo Lavender cry. NO SIR EEEEEEEEEEE. He cut Not Patton’s head off and watched it hit the ground and Not Patton’s body slowly crumple to the ground. The hat had came off of the disembodied head on it’s fall. Remus gasped, “Patton!?!?” He asked in shock then picked up the head and held it out like a Shakespeare image. “Patton, it’s ok I’ll make this right.” He said and picked up the body, that was submerged in a puddle of it’s own gushing blood, off the ground. Then plopped the head on top.
Patton sighed, “Remus, sorry, maybe breath, I’ll go grab a cake and cookies.” He said then went to the kitchen.
Remus hugged Logan, “It’s ok love, you’re safe. No need to cry, it was only a bit of blood. You know the saying about milk and not crying. Same thing here, No need to cry over 5 pints of split blood.” Remus said then took Logan’s hand and skipped away with him to dance.
Suddenly across the room some dumb-ass set the bouquets on fire, ALL OF THEM. Do they realize that flowers are flammable?!?! the nerve.
Deceit was standing off to the side of the room deciding he was tired as hell and wanted to just stay out of this ball, Roman was fine, he had a handsome dance partner as is.
Roman stared into his dance partner’s eyes, the music around them was slow and soft. His dance partner, a duck, honked. Roman smiled at the compliment, “thank you you’re great too.” He smiled.
Patton entered the room and sighed in relief, “Or Roman thanks for finding him. The chefs where looking where the grand meal was. He sure is a snack isn’t he?” Patton asked and took the duck and left to the kitchen.
Roman nodded licking his lips, “Yeah, I can’t wait for dinner.”
Deceit had managed to start a deal with some devil really wanting to just go to sleep.
The devil made some agreements and knocked Deceit out. Then the purple shrouded Devil tossed Deceit in the gardens, he wished him a great dirt nap... his pal came up with that pun. Though naps in dirt weren’t ideal.
The clock hit midnight and nothing happened, they were adults who cared!?
Everyone was sat down in a circle in the middle of the dance floor talking about their feelings, several people had fallen asleep. The room was slowly fully igniting.
Virgil, the devil whose name was obviously mentioned previously was sat and flirting up a storm with some nobody filler character who didn’t matter. Virgil sighed and ripped out the man’s heart and put it in himself. He’s no longer heartless!!!! HE COULD LOVE! WHO EVER SAID HE COULDN’T? He’s quite fucking lonely and really needs a hug, but demons don’t get those, they’re the bad guys.
The dinner came out and was put on the table that had been there the whole time. Roman came and sat down and ate dinner, it was an amazing dinner. His Dance Partner Duck was great at presentation. Better at that than dancing.
Thomas walked into the room and grabbed some water to put out the fire he had started that was currently taking over the castle
THE END
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Once Upon a Time 1x20 “The Stranger” Review
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We have finally found out who August is! He is Pinocchio! And also the 7-year-old boy that ‘found’ Emma on the side of the road when she was just a baby! Who also abandoned her later on. I don’t know about you, but I’m not a huge August fan. Technically, he’s only back to get Emma to break the curse because he knows he’s a huge screw up and he doesn’t want to turn back into wood. If the wood thing wasn’t happening would he even be there to help her? Would he even care? But onto the review.
Summary: August takes Emma to the place she was found as a baby to get her to see the bigger picture in her fight against Regina and makes some startling revelations to Emma. In the EF we see that two people could go through the enchanted wardrobe and Geppetto negotiates with the Blue Fairy that Pinocchio be the one to go.
Opening: Jiminy Cricket
Character Observations:
August/Pinocchio: So if the viewers haven’t ascertained who August was back in the EF, this first scene pretty much tells you. August, the writer, has just finished installing a new lock on Mary Margaret and Emma’s apartment door. August claims he learned how to build locks in woodshop. Ok then. They discuss Emma fighting for custody of Henry until Henry walkie-talkies a code red. August follows Emma and tells her she needs to look at the big picture to beat Regina and wants to take her somewhere. August wants her to take a leap of faith. She says Henry needs her, she doesn’t have time for faith. August looks like he doesn’t know what to do next. Next we see August fondling the hat we’ve seen Pinocchio wear in flashbacks, in case you still weren’t sure. He calls Gold and says they need to talk. Pretty bold way to talk to someone who had a knife to your throat a few days ago. His leg starts hurting again and now we finally see why. His leg has started turning into wood!! August goes to Gold’s shop where Marco is looking at a cuckoo clock Gold wants fixed. August’s face when looking at Marco is so full of angst and guilt. Some great acting here from Eion Bailey. If Gold wasn’t sure who August was before, August’s face and stuttering when seeing Marco definitely clinches it. Gold wants to know why August isn’t getting Emma to believe since he seems to be under a time crunch with his ‘dying’ and all. August says she’s too busy trying to fight for Henry and will be coming to Gold for legal advice. Gold says he’ll steer her toward August. August says he’ll get Emma there, trust him. Gold finds that very funny knowing who August is, but he’ll give her a nudge in the right direction. Emma comes to August so he can show her the big picture. They take his motorcycle outside of Storybrooke to learn August’s story. They go to a diner. Emma is pissed because she recognizes it as the diner she was brought to when she was found as a baby. August explains he was the boy that found her. They walk toward the tree they came through. Emma is arguing that she was found near the highway, not a magic tree. He says he had to lie about where he found her. Tells her about her baby blanket and that he’s Pinocchio. She figures out he added the story to Henry’s book. August says he needs her to know the truth. Everything will end once she believes. Emma, predictably, runs off, but, of course, that’s when August’s wooden leg starts giving him pain. He’s upset because he failed with her. He tells her it doesn’t matter if she believes or not because it’s still real. He’s sick. He was in Phuket when Emma decided to stay in Storybrooke and he woke up to a shooting pain in his leg at exactly 8:15 pm Storybrooke time. August shows Emma his leg, she only sees a leg, she doesn’t see that it’s turned into wood. He tells her she is in denial. He tells her everyone needs her. Emma doesn’t want that responsibility. August says that doesn’t change the truth. Emma says they’re all screwed then. August goes to visit Marco who is having trouble fixing the clock Gold gave him to fix. August gives him the same advice he once had given him. They have a heart to heart where Marco basically tells him that he did his best, he made a mistake and he tried to fix it, and if he had a son that would be enough for him. August offers to be his assistant.
Pinocchio: We all know the story of Pinocchio. A wooden puppet brought to life who learns a series of life lessons because he can’t listen to his father. He has a nose that grows when he lies. And eventually he saves his father when he gets eaten by a whale and for that bravery, he is granted the wish of becoming a real boy by the Blue Fairy, the latter part we see here in this episode. The Blue Fairy says he must be brave, truthful, and unselfish, and as long as he does so, he will stay a real boy. Way to put pressure on a 7-year-old. I know very few kids that age that are brave, truthful, and unselfish. That’s something they have to learn and grow into. Not basically threaten them that they won’t be real anymore. Geez! Next we see Pinocchio helping Geppetto fix a cuckoo clock and when it opens, Jiminy Cricket tied up inside. Geppetto reminds him about what the Blue Fairy said. And speaking of the Blue Fairy, she arrives to let Geppetto know that the curse is coming and about the enchanted tree. They all go see it and the Blue Fairy lets them know it will protect two people. What? Geppetto wants Pinocchio to go through with a pregnant Snow. We see Pinocchio in the War Council sanding his wooden whale, then we see the curse coming. The Blue Fairy tells them that Snow’s baby came early so Pinocchio can’t go through anymore. Pinocchio wants to tell Snow that two can go through so she and the baby can go over together. Geppetto makes him get in the wardrobe and tells him to watch over the princess. Pinocchio tells Geppetto he told him not to lie. He says sometimes you have to lie to protect people. He tells Pinocchio to be the baby’s protector. Pinocchio doesn’t want to leave. Geppetto makes him promise to get the princess to believe and closes the wardrobe door. Pinocchio blasts out of a tree in the Land without Magic. He freaks out when he sees a plane flying overhead. He’s then knocked out by a rainbow shockwave and baby Emma is now in the tree. We see that he and Emma were put into a foster home. Pinocchio is trying to be helpful by fixing Emma’s crib, but the foster father yells at him and threatens him about touching his tools. Another kid has stolen some money and wants Pinocchio to runaway with him and the other kids. He hesitates because of Emma, but ends up leaving. Ok, that is a lot of pressure to put on a kid. I’m sorry. I don’t blame Pinocchio for leaving Emma. He has no idea what kind of life she’ll have, but he’s seven. And he hasn’t even been a real boy for that long. He didn’t even want to leave his father in the first place.
Geppetto/Marco: We see the ending of the Pinocchio story that we know. Geppetto has just been rescued by Pinocchio from the whale and the whale isn’t happy and they end up washed up on shore. Geppetto wishes he could save Pinocchio and the Blue Fairy appears and grants his wish by turning Pinocchio into a real boy for being so brave. Now it’s time for the curse. The Blue Fairy comes to Geppetto before the Charmings to ask him about building the wardrobe. She tells him that two people can go through it, obviously pregnant Snow and Charming, but Geppetto is afraid Pinocchio will be turned back into wood when the curse hits. The Blue Fairy says she doesn’t know what will happen. Geppetto says he wants Pinocchio to take the second spot and that Snow can raise the baby without her husband. Jiminy argues with him about this, but he says that after what he did to his parents his debt can never be fulfilled to him, and to butt out. The Blue Fairy agrees to his terms. I don’t understand Geppetto’s negotiation tactics. The curse is coming, and he is asked to build a wardrobe out of a magical tree to whisk the Charmings away to a land without magic, so their baby can eventually break the curse. Geppetto is worried that Pinocchio will get turned back into wood when the curse comes, so he negotiates with the Blue Fairy that he won’t build it unless Pinocchio gets to go through the wardrobe as well. But if he doesn’t build the wardrobe, Pinocchio will still get turned into wood. Then we see the War Council scene and looks like Geppetto is being asked for the first time from the Blue Fairy to build a wardrobe, but now we know better. We go to the curse coming. The Blue Fairy tells Geppetto that Snow gave birth to the baby early and has to go in the wardrobe with her. Geppetto says they made a deal. The Blue Fairy doesn’t want to argue. She has other things to do and tasks Geppetto with telling Snow the truth about how many the wardrobe can hold. Seriously? Geppetto tells Pinocchio to get in the wardrobe and tells him he needs to protect the baby and makes him promise to get her to believe. I get that Geppetto was scared for Pinocchio, but what parent in their right mind sends their 7-year-old off with a newborn? A 7-year-old who has the worst track record when it comes to responsibility? Worst plan ever.
We don’t really see much of Marco. Gold wants him to fix a cuckoo clock for him, but it’s really just a ploy to see August’s reaction to him since he suspects August in Pinocchio. Then August goes and has a talk with him, in which Marco says he would forgive a son for whatever it is August did since he did try and fix his mistake.
Emma: She is in full mama bear mode. Mary Margaret asks Emma if she’s sure she is ready to be a mother. Emma says yes. Then they are interrupted by Henry calling a Code Red for Operation Cobra over the walkie-talkie. She meets him at Granny’s. Henry noticed there is new, unfinished story in the book. It’s Pinocchio. Emma goes to Gold and asks him to help her take Henry away from Regina. He won’t help her. They can’t prove any of the accusations Emma has against her and he knows how to pick his battles. She goes to August so he can show her the big picture. They go off on August’s motorcycle and leave Storybrooke. They go to a roadside diner and Emma is pissed. She thinks August is screwing with her because it’s the diner she was brought to when she was discovered as a baby. August tells her it’s his story too. He’s the 7-year-old who found her. Not what Emma was expecting. August brings her into the woods. He tells her he is showing her where she was found. She says it couldn’t be him because she was found on the side of the highway. He asks her if it ever occurred to her that the boy lied about where he found her. She says it occurs to her that he’s been lying to her about everything and she’s done listening to him. He says he knows about her baby blanket. That gets her to listen. He reminds her about Henry’s book and how she came into this world, that they both came to this world through the tree. He tells her he’s Pinocchio. She says that explains all the lying. Emma realizes August added the story to the book. He needed her to know the truth. She thinks he’s crazy; why didn’t he write the ending. He says the ending is her believing. Emma has had enough. She runs off, but August’s leg starts hurting him. She wants to know what’s wrong with his leg. He says he failed, tells her the story of Phuket, and shows her his wooden leg. Emma still thinks Henry’s curse talk is pure fantasy, so she doesn’t see a wooden leg, she sees a normal leg. Just like when Graham thought he didn’t have a heart Emma could hear a heartbeat. August tells her she needs to believe, everyone needs her to believe. Emma doesn’t want that responsibility. August throws out that she didn’t want Henry either and now she’s fighting for him. She says that’s all she can handle. And if everyone is relying on her then they’re all screwed. Back in Storybrooke, Emma wakes up Henry over the walkie-talkie. He gets in her car and she tells him to buckle up because they’re leaving town! Honestly, by this point, I’d think Emma might start believing. Henry’s been trying to get her to believe, she was kidnapped by Jefferson who talked about believing, and now August. Can she really think that all these people are just crazy?
Blue Fairy: Um, she put the most insane restrictions on a puppet turned boy that had done nothing but be bad up to this point. She made a bullshit deal with Geppetto to get the magical tree turned into a wardrobe. She then lied to Snow and Charming about how many people could go through the wardrobe. Then she left when she knew Geppetto wasn’t going to abandon having Pinocchio go through that wardrobe. So far the Blue Fairy hasn’t done anything to make me like her. She just makes bad decisions and choices all the time.
Regina: She talks to Mary Margaret at school because Henry has forgotten his lunch. Mary Margaret calmly informs her that Henry is with his mother. Regina wants to know if something is wrong. Mary Margaret says that someone went to an awful lot of trouble to set her up. Regina reminds her that was Sidney. Mary Margaret says she knows it wasn’t, but she forgives her anyway. Why is Regina acting like she didn’t tell Mary Margaret she knew she was innocent but she was going to pay for what she did anyway? Henry arrives and Regina tells him she thinks he should transfer to another class. He wants to know if it’s because she tried to frame Mary Margaret. Regina actually looks hurt that Henry could believe that of her. He says of course he believes it, she’s the Evil Queen. She says she’s lucky she doesn’t get Mary Margaret fired for giving him the story book. Um, on what grounds? If she’s been reinstated after false murder charges, I doubt anything Regina says will get her fired otherwise. Henry yells about Snow White and Prince Charming getting their happy ending and ending the curse. We next see Regina trying to fix her car. The engine won’t start. David just happens to be leaving work. He offers to take her and her car full of groceries (since when does 2 bags constitute a car full) home. She invites him in for dinner. He says no, but then she reads a (blank) note from Henry saying he won’t be home tonight, so David feels bad and stays. So they eat dinner and David offers to do the dishes. He asks Regina about how she found him. She makes up a story about forgetting her phone and going back for it and finding him on the way back. David says it was like the universe wanted her to find him. So of course she tries to kiss him. Ew! He backs away before any actual lip touching can occur, thank goodness. He says they’re good the way they are. Come on Regina, you’re supposed to be good friends with his ex-wife. Girl code much? Now, I’m not sure if Regina has tears in her eyes because she’s supposed to be playing the victim or if she is actually upset that she really can’t seduce David, but either way, after he leaves she takes a good look at herself in the mirror, does not like what she sees, and throws her wine glass at it.
Mary Margaret: She’s making sure that Emma truly wants Henry and isn’t just trying to get custody of him because of her grudge against Regina. Emma says she’s truly ready. Mary Margaret is back at the school and really happy about it. Regina comes by to give Henry his lunch and Mary Margaret gives Regina the calmest beat down I’ve ever seen. Mary Margaret should be yelling obscenities at Regina for all the hell she put her through (even though Regina tries to convince her that it was all Sidney, Mary Margaret ain’t buying what Regina is selling), but instead, she is calm. She forgives Regina, which you can tell infuriates her. Mary Margaret continues by saying that Regina must be real lonely if the only way she can be happy is to destroy everyone else’s happiness. Ding! Ding! Ding! You are correct Mary Margaret.
Henry: He has finally discovered the new pages in the book. Took him long enough. We’ve seen both him and Emma look at the book several times since August put the pages in. Henry also beats down Regina later when she wants Henry to be transferred out of Mary Margaret’s class. Henry, don’t antagonize her, it just makes her do stupid things like try to seduce David. We last see Henry getting into Emma’s car and she’s trying to take him out of Storybrooke. We’ll see how this ends up in the next episode.
Questions:
It took Henry, what, a few weeks to finally discover Pinocchio’s story had been added to the book?
Regina said Sidney is incarcerated. When did he have a trial? Did he leave Storybrooke? Is he in prison somewhere outside of Storybrooke? I thought no one could leave.
What happened to the rest of the enchanted trees?
Why did they have to build a wardrobe out of the tree? Why couldn’t they just put a hole in the tree to go through?
How would Geppetto not building the wardrobe benefit him in anyway? And are there no other wood carvers out there that could build it?
Why wasn’t Pinocchio’s story in the book in the first place? Henry knew Marco was Geppetto, so something had to be in there for Henry to know.
What preparations did the Blue Fairy have to go make before the curse? Nothing is supposed to be left afterward. Or was that just a test for Geppetto that he failed spectacularly?
Did August write the book somehow? How did he know there was a book and how did he know to add his story to it?
How was Pinocchio’s story not finished? We see an illustration of the whale after Geppetto and Pinocchio escaped from it, was that all it went to? Did it not show Pinocchio turning into a real boy? If it did, what else does there need to be?
How does Emma get back to Storybrooke? Did she ride back with August?
When did Pinocchio start going by August Wayne Booth? Did he randomly make it up, or did he go by something else as a kid? What name did he tell the social worker when they brought him and Emma to the foster home?
Where does August get money from? Did he really make that much as a writer that he doesn’t need to work anymore?
Observations:
Mary Margaret comments to Regina that ruining people’s happiness is only going to leave a giant hole in her heart. Maleficent said the same thing to Regina in 1x02 The Thing You Love Most.
Henry has a Tron lunchbox.
The clock Gold wants Marco to repair is the same one Geppetto teaches Pinocchio to repair.
Pinocchio as a puppet has blue eyes like August’s. Pinocchio as a real boy has hazel eyes.
Emma stops right in front of the unicorn mobile in Gold’s shop when talking to him.
Geppetto knows that Jiminy is responsible for his parents being turned into puppets.
The Blue Fairy lied!
Emma and August can leave Storybrooke.
The diner August brought baby Emma to is called Chantey’s Lobster House.
Emma and Pinocchio were brought to a forest not too far from where Storybrooke ended up.
Phuket is in Thailand.
August says his leg started turning back to wood when Emma made the decision to stay in Storybrooke. He says this was at 8:15 Storybrooke time, but it wasn’t. The clock was stuck at 8:15. That doesn’t mean that was the time she made the decision.
Marco has the wooden whale that Pinocchio made in the EF.
This was a good episode, but many people made bad choices here. Geppetto made a bad choice to let Pinocchio go through the wardrobe and take care of a newborn instead of informing Snow and Charming about it. The Blue Fairy made a bad choice in first, lying to Snow and Charming, and then to not tell them herself about the wardrobe after Snow had Emma early. Pinocchio made a bad choice in leaving Emma, but he was seven, so he didn’t have the best judgement. August seems to have made a lot of bad choices that he’s now trying to make up for by getting Emma to believe so he can save his own skin (literally). Emma is making a bad choice by trying to leave Storybrooke with Henry. Two more episodes until the end of season one!
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too high (can’t come down) by @danfanciesphil
Suspending himself 7,000 feet above the rest of the world seems likely to be a sure-fire way for Dan to escape normality, and isolate himself for the foreseeable future. The Secret of the Alps, a small hotel tucked into the side of the Swiss mountains is too niche for most avid adventurers to have heard of, making it the perfect place for Dan to work as he sorts through his problems. Unfortunately, privacy is a coveted thing, and as Dan soon finds out, the hotel harbours one guest who values it more than most.
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Enemies to lovers, snow, mountains, skiing, hostility, slow burn, secrecy, longing, repression, nobility, classism, cheating, eventual sex
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
The minute Dan’s skis are pried off, he limps across the lobby to the reception desk, and flops down into the seat, groaning. “Never again.”
“If you’re expecting an apology for ‘forcing’ you to come skiing-”
“No, no,” Dan says, suppressing an eye roll. “It was my own stupid fault, I know that. Should’ve listened about the bloody skins.”
As if this has reminded him, Phil turns back to where they’ve rested their skis against the wall, and begins peeling off the skins from the undersides. “How’s the ankle feeling now?”
“Like it’s caught in a steel vice, and someone’s slowly grinding the crank,” Dan replies, lifting his foot onto his knee so he can examine it for himself.
“Were you a drama kid at school, by any chance?”
Dan shoots a glare towards Phil, but it only glances off his back as he makes his way to the stairs. “See you later, then,” Dan mutters.
Phil pauses for a fraction of a second, then continues on his way without turning round. For a few minutes, Dan prods and turns his ankle experimentally, testing the limits of his flexibility. If he's unable to get up and down those stairs, he’s in huge trouble. He’s so focused on the ankle that he doesn’t notice Phil reappearing until the bottom stair creaks. In his hand he’s got an ice pack, which he hands to Dan across the desk, wordlessly.
“Oh. Thanks.”
“Ice it for twenty minutes or so,” Phil instructs. “Should help with the swelling.”
“Yeah, okay,” Dan mutters, hardly listening as he wraps the long pack around the injured area.
“Then I think we should go in the hot tub.”
“Yeah, ok- woah, what?”
Phil now has both forearms on the lip of the desk; there’s that hint of a hidden smile tucked beneath his expression. “Soaking it for a while would help with the pain.”
“And you need to accompany me because…?”
Like a ray of sunlight through thick storm clouds, Phil’s smile breaks through. He leans up, rolling his shoulders. “I just heaved your bony body a mile across mountain. My muscles could use a soak too.”
Chastened, Dan shrinks into his seat. “Right. Of course, sorry.”
“Worried I’m going to ogle you?”
“N-no! I just… I dunno, I don’t think I’m even supposed to go in the hot tub. I’m not a guest.”
“I won’t tell,” Phil says, then actually winks. He stretches his arms behind his back then, chest puffing out, and says, “right, I’m gonna grab a drink and change. Meet you out there?”
“Oh, I should get that for you-”
“Dan, you’re literally hobbled. I can handle getting a drink out of the kitchen fridge.”
Dan nods, grateful for this small allowance. “Right. Um, fine then. I’ll… I’ll meet you out there.”
Phil leaves, heading once more for the stairs, and Dan watches him intently, stomach freely somersaulting as he tries to imagine how the next few hours of his life will go, sat in a hot tub with Phil Novokoric. What will they talk about? The weather? There’s only so much to say when it’s perpetually freezing. What have they even been talking about all day so far? Dan doesn’t remember many awkward silences, but he does remember a lingering feeling of frustration beneath every word they spoke to one another.
The throbbing in his ankle has been blurring Dan’s thoughts into a mess of confusion, particularly on the journey back, but now that the ice pack has begun numbing the pain, all Dan can remember is the sensation of being tucked so tightly against Phil’s side. For a long time, they’d been closely pressed together, and Phil hadn’t so much as complained. Well, he’d said that Dan was ‘bony’, but it sounded more like an excuse to speak than a real objection.
For several minutes, Dan replays the long walk back he and Phil shared, trying to remember everything he’d said, and whether he should be embarrassed or regretful. It’s only when he glances at the clock on the wall that he realises time is ticking by, and he’s still fully dressed right down to his coat. With a panicked look towards the mezzanine, he removes the ice pack and stands carefully, managing to limp his way to the side of the room, where the stock cupboard is, tucked out of sight behind a hidden door in the wood-panelled wall.
In here, he finds a fresh robe, a pair of white swim trunks, and some of the hotel branded slippers. Mona ensures that all of these items are available to guests that might have overlooked packing certain essentials. It’s surprising how often they’re asked for spare swimwear that guests have forgotten in a haste to make their plane. Dan didn’t bring any swim trunks with him because he’d never imagined he’d need them up here, so spares it is. He carries the garments into Mona’s office, peeling off his many layers and slipping on the trunks.
He already feels alarmingly naked, so dons the slippers and robe, tying it tightly. Before he leaves the office, he catches sight of himself in Mona’s small, square mirror tacked to the wall. His hair is wild, mussed up by the hat he’d been wearing, so he runs a hand through it, though it makes virtually no difference. His lips seem fuller, pinkened by the icy chill, and his cheeks have a flush to them that won’t seem to go away. He doesn’t think it’s his rosacea, this time.
Turning from his reflection abruptly, Dan focuses on making his way out of the office, then through the lobby to the back door without injuring himself further. Through a technique Dan decides is called ‘furniture balancing’ he manages to get himself to the back door without putting much weight on his right foot.
When he gets outside, Phil is already in the jacuzzi. It’s an in-ground tub, hexagonal in shape, with wooden skirting that Dan has to go over with a large broom and sweep the snow off every morning. There’s a bottle of champagne sat on this skirting, and two glasses beside Phil’s elbow, which rests out of the water.
He turns to Dan, hearing his slow, limping approach. “Thought you’d chickened out,” he says.
“It’s freezing,” Dan says, teeth already chattering.
Why had he not thought about the fact he’s got virtually no clothes on before now? He wraps his robe tighter around himself. The hairs on his legs are totally erect and he feels like the moisture in his eyes is freezing over.
“Hence the hot tub,” Phil says, snorting.
Dan rolls his eyes, but edges closer, hands tucked into his armpits. Crap, Phil is… very naked. He has swim trunks on obviously, a deep red blur beneath the water, but Dan can see every hair brushed across his broad chest. He can see the soft bulges of his arm muscles, and collarbones and shoulder blades and long, pale legs. Dan doesn’t realise he’s staring until Phil meets his eyes.
“Are you doing some delayed satisfaction kink-thing? Get in before you contract hypothermia.”
Blushing mostly at hearing Phil say ‘kink’ which seems somehow unsavoury and titillating at once, Dan says nothing, but tugs at the knot of his robe. He turns away as he removes it, and throws it over the handlebar of the steps, on top of Phil’s. He shucks off his slippers, wriggles his bruised ankle experimentally - the purpling colour looks far worse now - and then carefully plunges it into the water.
Instantly, relief overwhelms him, which is annoying, because it means Phil was right. He can’t help the sigh of relief that escapes him even so, blissed out as the throbbing pain recedes, chased off by the pins-and-needles heat of the hot water. So as not to put any weight on the injured ankle, Dan sits down on the top step, and lowers himself in that way. When he’s submerged to his waist, he looks up and finds Phil watching him amusedly.
“Better?”
“The scalding-heat-freezing-cold combo is a nice distraction from the agony, yes.”
Phil titters, turning back to the view of the mountains in front of them. He picks up the bottle from behind him, and Dan can see the muscles in his back twisting and sliding. He has to force himself not to stare; it’s not because of any sexual desire of course, just that Dan’s so unused to seeing real muscle definition, honed by actual effort put in from exercise. When he turns back, Dan’s eyes fall to the bottle, and he balks.
“Isn’t that like a five-hundred-euro bottle of champagne?”
“Relax,” Phil says, peeling off the foil. “My hubby can cover it.”
There’s no mistaking the acidity in his tone. Dan hasn’t needed it spelled out for him so far, Phil’s reluctance and soured face whenever he mentions the name is enough to glean that the subject of Sir Nikolai Novokoric is off-limits. Dan clamps his mouth shut obediently, watching as Phil pops the cork, and pours some into one of the glasses, then takes the other, and pours some into that too.
He hands one to Dan, who takes it, baffled. “Wait, this is for me?”
Phil gives him a strange look. “Did you think I brought two glasses out here for myself?”
“Oh, well it’s kind of you but, um,” Dan falters, distracted by the cool drips of condensation forming on the outside of the glass. As he inhales, the sparkle of the champagne fizzes on his tongue, mingled with the chlorine steam. “I-I shouldn’t. I’m technically working.”
“Oh yes, I forgot you’ve got to stay alert for all the many guests that might need your assistance.”
Conflicted, Dan watches Phil tip some of the cool, bubbling liquid into his mouth. His prominent Adams apple bobs, and immediately all Dan can think is that he needs to be not-sober. He takes a sip.
“God, that’s divine,” Dan mutters, remembering as it slips down his throat that this champagne costs more than he has had in his bank account for some time. “Remind me to put this on your tab or Mona will freak out.”
“I can pay you for it right now in cash, if it’s easier,” Phil replies smoothly.
“How the other half live,” Dan can’t stop himself saying back.
Phil shoots him a narrow-eyed look that Dan avoids by sipping more champagne. “It’s not my money.”
With a great deal of effort, Dan manages not to respond to this ludicrous statement. If you marry someone, what’s theirs is yours. That’s just how it works. For a while, they stew in the painfully awkward silence this money-talk has churned up, sipping from their glasses and pretending to be engrossed in the view. Eventually, Phil shifts across his seat and reaches to a control pad, turning the jets on. The noise of the frothing, bubbling water obliterates the silence in a way that should be unsettling, but actually has Dan melting in relief.
Over the cacophony, Phil shouts, “so, what’s your story then?”
Dan looks at him, surprised. “My story?” he asks, voice raised.
“In my experience, people don’t tend to take jobs high up in the mountains on their own on a whim,” he says loudly.
“Actually,” Dan shouts, prickling with annoyance, “that’s exactly what I did.”
This admission seems to give Phil enough reason to pause. For a moment, Dan doesn’t elaborate, relishing the look of surprise and intrigue on Phil’s face. He sips his drink, quietly basking in the cloak of enigma he’s draped around himself. Inevitably however, he can’t stand the silence stretching. He doesn’t particularly want to divulge details about his hideous life to someone he can barely stand, but the champagne is already loosening his tongue, and here, dwarfed by the enormous peaks ahead of them, his old existence and all its many aspects that once seemed so intolerable now seem... wholly insignificant.
“I just looked around one day and realised… there’s not a single thing about my life that I truly enjoy,” Dan says, words spilling from his mouth like they’ve been gathered there for days, waiting for a chance to emerge. Bubbles tickle the back of his throat as he swallows another mouthful of delicious champagne. “So, I dropped it all. Hurled out a load of applications to customer service jobs in different places. I’ve worked in retail and waiting jobs part-time for years, so I knew I’d have no trouble landing one. Mona emailed me asking if I’d be up for something... remote, and I knew it was the dumbest thing I could possibly do. So I said yes.”
“And here you are,” Phil murmurs.
“Here I am,” Dan echoes.
“So what was it?”
“What was what?”
“What was it that wasn’t making you happy? Hated your boss? No one swiping right on your Tinder profile?”
Dan thinks about asking him exactly why it’s any of his damn business, but again that sense of his old life’s unimportance washes over him. It laps at his skin like the water he’s submerged in, reminding him of how small they are, how similarly ignored by the universe because of their size, their position on the planet. What does it even matter if he tells this man everything? He’s only asking to fill the time the two of them have got to kill whilst they’re alone up here. It’s not like Dan’s dull, mediocre story will mean anything to someone like Phil Novokoric; who would he bother to tell? Dan sinks a bit further down, so his shoulders are underwater, and tilts his head back to look into the sky.
“I was at university, studying law,” Dan says, mouth twisting into a frown as he remembers the endless thick piles of reading, the leather briefcase his Dad had bought for him to look ‘professional’. “I only chose it because my Dad told me it was a solid career path. I had a girlfriend. Met her at a party in the first week I was there. Honestly, I don’t think she even liked me that much. She just knew I was on track to be a lawyer, she found me attractive enough I guess, and that was enough for her.”
“Did you love her?”
Dan hesitates, the question seeming alien. He’s never actually thought about it before, he realises with a start. He wonders why Phil even wants to know such a strange, intimate detail. “Not in the way I should have,” he answers carefully. He pauses, wondering if he’s really about to say the next bit when he’s never been able to admit it aloud to anyone. Somehow, up here in the atmosphere, buoyed by alcohol and thin, oxygen-starved air, it just doesn’t seem like a big deal. “Turns out she’s not really… my type.”
The jets, on a two-minute timer, suddenly cease bubbling. The silence that follows, punctuated only by the slight swilling of water, is excruciating. The weight of his sort-of-admission seems to drag him deeper into the water; why had he said anything at all? Why had he just ripped off his shroud of anonymity for this sneery, snobbish stranger? Before Dan can explode into a full-blown panic attack, Phil chuckles. Dan sits up straight, staring at him in dismay.
“Are you coming out to me?” Phil asks.
Dan splutters, reddening rapidly. “Are you laughing at me coming out to you?”
“Sorry, sorry,” Phil says, though he’s still laughing. “It’s just a little...”
“A little what?”
“Unnecessary.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well. You’re not exactly subtle. I can tell you fancy me.”
Dan’s mouth falls open. “What?!”
In response, Phil just holds Dan’s gaze as he downs the remains of his glass.
“That is- I absolutely do not-” Dan is so red that he feels like a slowly boiling lobster. Too outraged to trust himself to respond properly, Dan puts down his glass and splashily shimmies over to the steps, hauling himself out. “God, you are unbelievable!” he shouts as he goes. “Every time I think you might show a shade of decency, you just- just-”
“Dan,” Phil calls, a bubble of laughter in his voice.
Dan pauses, mostly because he’s finding it pretty difficult to make it up the steps in his crippled state. He turns, shivering with cold and fury, back to the man. Phil is staring at him with a combination of pity and amusement, which is an unusual thing to be able to recognise, though Dan is quickly learning that Phil’s face is deceptively expressive, but only when he deigns to actually show emotion.
“What?”
“I’m joking.”
The tension leaks, treacly and slow, from Dan’s shoulders. “Oh.”
Before Dan can beg the universe to create a whirlpool in this small hot tub and drown them both, Phil stands, water cascading from his body. He runs a hand through his damp hair, then picks up the bottle of champagne and his glass.
“Shall we move to the sauna?” he asks, steam rising from the miles of his flawless, pale skin.
Stung with residual anger and humiliation, Dan just nods tightly, and manages to manoeuvre himself, with a fair bit of difficulty, up the steps. Phil follows after, lithe with grace and poise, but he doesn’t attempt to overtake Dan as he makes his way across the short distance from the tub to the glass door of the sauna.
He does, however, dart his arm out to neatly pull the door open before Dan can reach out for it. He holds the door, allowing Dan to limp through, which is infuriatingly chivalrous of him, and Dan has a mind to tell him as much.
“I’m not a damsel in distress,” he says, collapsing on the nearest wooden bench. Immediately, the moisture in his mouth dries up; this small room is ridiculously arid. He comes in once a day to clean it, but there are only four benches, stacked on two levels, so it never takes long. He’s never been good with heat, which is why he chose to disappear into the tundra rather than, say, the Indian Desert. “You don’t have to hold doors for me and bring me ice packs or whatever.”
Phil hands him his glass, which he must have scooped from the edge of the tub on his way. Dan scowls, but takes it anyway, and Phil pours some more champagne into it, then his own.
“God, you’re sensitive,” Phil says, slumping down onto the adjacent bench. “I embarrassed you, huh?”
Dan rolls his eyes. “I just can’t, like, understand you. You make me feel on edge.” Phil raises an eyebrow, sipping his drink. “That doesn’t mean I bloody fancy you though, jeez. You’re married. And a dick-brain.”
Phil laughs. “Dick-brain?”
Dan lowers his glass, displeased with himself for letting that one slip. “Prob’ly shouldn’t have said that out loud. Sorry.”
“So, you think I’m a dick-brain, but you just haven’t said it out loud until now?”
“Um.” Dan shifts in his too-hot seat; the backs of his thighs are sticking to the wood. He turns to the burning coals in the corner, wondering if throwing himself upon them would be too dramatic.
“Look, would it help if I divulged some personal crap too? Might help you to relax,” Phil suggests.
“Am I not normally relaxed?”
Phil shakes his head, then leans back against the wall. “Nah, you’re kind of…” he flaps his hand in the air. “Skittish.”
Hearing this description of himself is startling. He’s never considered that other people might see his anxiety leaking out so obviously. Is Phil just a perceptive person, or is it plain as day that Dan is near constantly on edge, always worrying, never truly feeling he can let things go?
He forces himself to mimic Phil’s stance, shoulders slumped, legs slightly apart, head lolling back against the wall behind him. “Okay,” Dan says after a while, in what he hopes is a nonchalant voice. “Tell me about your husband.”
He can feel Phil’s narrow-eyed stare, but Dan focuses resolutely on his glass of champagne, heart pounding because he’s never said something so bold in his life.
“Are you a reporter?” Phil asks.
“What? No, of course not. Who the hell would I be reporting to up here?”
This seems to placate Phil, though he still looks unhappy with the turn in conversation. “Alright,” he says after a moment. “What do you want to know?”
Dan swallows nervously, scratching at his bare thigh where the droplets of pool water are trickling and evaporating. “How did it happen? Like… you met him at uni right?”
“In the library,” Phil confirms. There’s a silence then, but Dan forces himself not to jump in and fill it, so that Phil will continue. It works. He sighs, shifting to slip a little further down the wall. “I’d heard gossip that some heir to Royalty was strutting about campus pretending to learn something. I didn’t give it much thought, honestly.”
Dan’s interest is now fully piqued. He tries not to look too keen for the next part of the story. “You didn’t like him?”
One of Phil’s shoulders shrugs. “More like I just didn’t care. I knew vaguely who he was from the news and stuff, but it just didn’t seem anything to do with me. I liked my course, I liked my friends, I was doing well. I just didn’t have time to obsess over some rich kid the way everyone else was.”
This is all sounding disturbingly familiar. “So what changed?”
“I was in the library one day, working,” Phil replies in a quieter voice. His eyes slowly defocus, staring at the empty, gelatinous air hanging in the middle of the room. “He just came and sat next to me. He had an entourage of giggling first years lingering around him, sat at the next table over. Actually, it was annoying. I was trying to work. But he didn’t disrupt me. He just sat there reading something, and I kept, like, feeling him look at me.”
“An entourage?” Dan asks, finding this hard to believe. “Surely he’s not that attractive.”
Phil fixes him with a curious stare. “You don’t know what he looks like?”
Dan tries to scrounge up Sir Nikolai’s face in his mind. All that comes up is a blank, white face with generic features. He couldn’t even say for sure what colour hair the guy has. He shakes his head. “No. I don’t really read, like, celeb news.”
For a fleeting second, something akin to respect passes across Phil’s features, but it’s gone so quickly Dan can’t be sure if it was a heat-born mirage. “Well, yeah. He’s hot. Objectively speaking. Ask pretty much anyone.”
“Right,” Dan says. For some reason, this makes him feel strangely irritated, like he wishes Phil would tack on to this statement that Nikolai is also vain or pretentious. “So, what, you got into a heated discussion about Sartre in the library café and fell into his arms?”
The corner of Phil’s mouth quirks. “Not exactly.” He sips some champagne. “He asked me for a pen or something, I don’t remember. It was just an excuse to talk to me, I think. He told me afterwards that he wasn’t even reading the book he had with him. In retrospect, I reckon he probably came into the library to find someone sitting alone, that he could-” Phil cuts himself off abruptly. He takes a larger gulp of champagne. “Anyway. I was young, and he was gorgeous, and pretty intimidating. He asked me to go on a date with him, and I didn’t wanna be the guy who said no to a date with the world’s hottest, most eligible bachelor.”
Dan nods, chewing this over. He’s desperate to probe further into whatever Phil had thought better about saying, but he’s already teetering on the edge of his seat, sure that Phil is about to realise he’s spewing too much. This is the kind of behind-the-scenes gold that maybe only a handful of people have heard. If he were the sort of person that sold gossip to tabloids, he’d probably make a load of cash for this.
“So…” Dan says as casually as he can. “Did he intimidate you into marrying him, as well?”
Phil snorts with laughter. “Ouch.”
A sharp thrill runs through Dan, chased immediately by a pang of guilt. “Sorry. I just don’t get it. Sure, he’s rich, and apparently attractive, but marrying someone is… y’know. Mad. You met him in uni. And committed to be with him for the rest of your life.”
A faint, amused smile graces Phil’s lips. “Guess where he took me on our first date?”
Dan shrugs, not giving much thought to the unexpected question. “Dinner at some extravagant restaurant?”
“Paris.”
Dan’s eyes bulge. “Holy shit.”
“Yeah.”
“What’d he do for the second date?”
Phil laughs. “He rented out a cinema and screened Kill Bill, which was my favourite film at the time. And he hired a Michelin star chef to provide us with cocktails and gourmet popcorn.”
Dan shakes his head, marvelling. “That’s insane. I’ve never even smelled the amount of money he must have spent on that.”
Phil nods, musing. “Kind of a waste, too. We didn’t watch much of the film, as far as I remember.”
The temperature seems to rise a good few degrees; Dan is sure he’s beginning to resemble a boiled sweet. “I guess it must be pretty nice to have someone do all that for you.”
“That’s just it, though,” Phil replies, smile slipping. “He didn’t do anything. That much money is all smoke and mirrors. I was so young. I grew up in a working class family, took out a loan to go to uni like everyone else. I’d never touched wealth like that. It was overwhelming.”
Dan considers this, letting Phil’s words fold slowly into his champagne-gauzed mind. He hadn’t been aware of Phil’s background until now; he’d just assumed he’d grown up rich. It’s bizarre to think that once, the two of them were probably quite similar. They might even have been friends before Nikolai swooped Phil off to a life of luxury.
“I thought I was in love,” Phil says, maybe to himself. He lifts the bottle of champagne, and refills his glass, then leans over to pour some into Dan’s. “But it was infatuation. It’s hard to discern if something’s real when it’s dripping in diamonds.”
“So...” Dan chews his lip, wondering whether this is a step too far. In the end, the champagne decides to push the question out regardless. “You don’t love him?”
If Phil is annoyed by the intrusive question, he doesn’t show it. He just shakes his head. “He doesn’t love me either. So I don’t feel too bad.”
“I don’t understand,” Dan says quietly. “He must have wanted you. He asked you to marry him.”
“He just wanted a story,” Phil says, dejectedly. “He’s obsessed with fame. With being this renegade-Royal, upsetting his father and behaving obscenely. He announced that he was bi, but nobody cared. So he one-upped himself. Found the nearest nobody and seduced him with cash and grand gestures. You should’ve seen the ring he gave me when he asked.”
Dan’s eyes fall to the ring on Phil’s finger now. It’s silver, and shiny, but simple, demure. Phil follows Dan’s gaze. “This isn’t it. The engagement ring is in a safe somewhere now. He let me choose something a bit less extravagant for the wedding, thank God.”
The words ‘let me’ leap out at Dan, making him frown.
“I can’t imagine being married right now,” Dan confesses. “You were my age, right?”
So, perhaps Dan’s done a little digging in his down time.
Phil squints at him. “I was twenty-one when we got married.”
“Younger than me, then. Is it weird?”
“I wouldn’t say I’m drowning in marital bliss, let’s put it that way. His press agent sees him more than I do.”
From the way Phil describes him, along with the vague bits and pieces Dan’s gleaned from news articles over the years, he strongly suspects that Sir Nikolai is an even worse version of Phil himself. Arrogant, snobby, unfeeling. Why anyone would want to be associated with such a man, let alone be married to him, is entirely baffling. Then again, Dan supposes that Phil was absurdly young to have been expected to work this out. He’d confused Sir Nikolai’s grand, extravagant gestures for actual affection, as any ordinary twenty-one-year-old undoubtedly would. In the eyes of someone so naive to the perils of dating, Sir Nikolai probably seemed like some fairytale prince, rescuing Phil from a life of mundanity. Despite Dan’s twenty-first year being spent firmly in the closet, with a girlfriend, he’s not sure he would have been able to resist Sir Nikolai himself, back then.
“Why do you have to stay up here?” Dan asks, still thinking. “Why can’t you go and be with him?”
“A good question,” Phil says with a snort. “I ask him that every time we speak. It’s always something vague. The paparazzi are out for my blood. News of the two of us sighted together would overshadow whatever project he’s currently working on. I’d be bored to pieces trailing around after him. It’s all bollocks. It’s just easier for him if I’m kept far away, only brought out when I need to be.”
“But… why here?” Dan asks, gesturing to the door of the sauna, outside of which the mountain lies, stunning and ferocious. “Surely he has mansions or castles he could stow you in?”
Phil shrugs. “Sure. Loads. It wouldn’t make much of a difference, though. A cage is still a cage, no matter how shiny the bars. Initially he sold this place to me as a suite in a remote, exotic mountain retreat, available to me for as long as I liked. He told me the staff would wait on me hand and foot, that I could ski, totally undisturbed, and that I could stay there indefinitely.”
Dan’s eyebrows raise. “When you put it like that, it sounds amazing.”
“Exactly. He didn’t mention that leaving was basically not allowed.”
“Not allowed,” Dan repeats, not bothering to hide his disgust. “It’s appalling. That’s how he treats his husband. Like you’re a pet or something.”
“It’s a rich-kid mentality,” Phil says, nodding. “Always greedy for the next shiny toy. He’d stop at nothing to get me, but once he got me, he was bored. Locked me away in the toy box.”
“So just divorce him,” Dan blurts.
In the next mortified second, Dan tries in vain to summon the Gods to turn back time. This champagne is unscrewing his inhibitions in a dangerous way. Phil, thankfully, just seems amused by his sudden boldness.
“It’s not as easy as that,” he replies with gentle condescension. “He’s got an army of lawyers that would fight tooth and nail to keep a messy divorce from happening. His reputation would suffer if anyone caught wind that I wasn’t totally besotted with the darling of the Swiss monarchy.”
“You think they’d buy you off or something, to keep you quiet?”
“More likely they’d just threaten to leave me with nothing,” Phil says with a resigned sigh, suggesting he’s thought about this a lot. “Can you imagine if I tried to go up in a legal battle against someone that powerful? I come from nothing. I never even finished my degree. All my money comes from him. I don’t have a place to live, no job, nothing. He owns me.”
“Fuck that.”
Phil laughs, louder and fuller than Dan has heard since earlier at the bottom of the slope, what seems like a lifetime ago. The sauna is tilting gently from side to side, like it’s bobbing on a calm sea. It’s quite pleasant, like being rocked in a large, very warm cradle. To further this concept, Dan decides to lie down on the bench, staring up at the wooden ceiling.
“Nobody owns you, Phil,” he’s suddenly saying. “You can go back and finish your degree if you want. You’re young. Too young to be stuck up here all alone.”
“Interesting that you don’t seem to be taking your own advice,” Phil points out.
Dan tilts his head back, seeing Phil upside-down. “That’s… different.”
“How so?” Phil sips more champagne, his amusement stretching across his upside-down mouth.
“‘cause like…” Dan’s mind swims; he can’t remember his own arguments. Did he ever even have any? “Okay, okay, fine. You’re right. We’re both hiding up here ‘cause we can’t face how scary reality is.”
“Mmm,” Phil agrees. “Who’d have thought we’d find common ground?”
Dan snorts, then sits up and drains the last of his glass. “Wouldn’t go that far.”
“No? I’m still a dick-brain, then?”
“Yep.” Dan hiccups. “Sorry, mate. Your husband’s shit, but there’s no excuse for rudeness.”
Phil chuckles. “Even though I said sorry?”
“You’re still rude to me!”
Dan sets his glass down, then nearly knocks it off the bench as he attempts to get comfortable. Luckily, Phil swoops in and grabs it just in time. He’s smiling, tickled by Dan’s clumsiness. “I used to be nice, you know.”
“Right, sure. Before fame changed you.”
“Before I grew into a bitter old housewife thirty years too soon.”
Dan’s smile wanes. There’s a soft tugging in the vicinity of his heart. “Yeah,” he says. He can’t seem to look away. “Your eyes are crazy blue,” he finds himself saying.
Phil’s awkward, answering cough should embarrass him, but it doesn’t. “I think we should probably call it a night, don’t you?”
Dan frowns. “What? It’s not that late.”
“It’s ten-thirty.”
No, it can’t possibly be. Phil peels his Apple Watch from his wrist and holds it out for Dan to see. “Christ,” Dan says, starting to gather up his towel - which has somehow slipped off somewhere in the midst of the alcohol induced chat. “I should- I’ve got to-”
He’s getting to his feet, mind already projecting ahead to the million tasks he needs to complete before he can call it a night. For fuck’s sake, he’s somehow spent the whole day slacking off on the slopes and in the hot tub. He’s so lost in his own stupidity that he forgets to ease the weight on his ankle, and cries out as the pain lances through him. He topples to one side, and is immediately caught by two very warm, damp arms.
“Careful,” Phil says, like he always does.
Dan turns to look at him. His expression leaks his own shock that he jumped up to catch Dan at all. Slowly, Dan extricates himself, heart suddenly a kick drum reverberating through the cavity of his chest.
“Yeah, thanks,” Dan says.
In silence, the two of them gather the bottle and glasses, then shuffle to the door. Phil ducks around Dan, who is slow from his limp, and reaches for the door. He shoves it. It doesn’t move. He shoves it again. Nothing.
Phil turns to Dan, frowning. “Won’t open.”
“You’re not serious,” Dan replies, heart sinking.
“Try it,” Phil says with a shrug.
Dan reaches out, shoving at the door. It doesn’t budge. “Shit,” Dan mutters. “Are we locked in?”
They’ll dehydrate in less than twenty-four hours. Even quicker from the bottle of champagne they’ve downed between them. He turns to Phil, eyes wide.
“Did you not bring the key?” Phil asks, incredulous.
“Key?” Dan repeats. “I’ve never known about- this is your bloody fault! I’ve never even been in this sauna, you should have known we needed a key-”
Dan cuts off. Phil is fighting a smile, lips pressed together. For whatever reason, Dan is pretty sure that he’s about to commit a murder in the next few seconds. He takes a deep breath, and watches with rising levels of pure homicidal rage as Phil pulls on the door handle, and it glides open.
“Couldn’t resist,” Phil says, laughing. “You’re too easy.”
“I fucking hate you.”
“Yeah, yeah, I hate you, you hate me. Let’s try and get you across the snow without you breaking your neck.”
(Chapter Eight!)
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The Coffee Shop
Part 2
“We should go back to that shop. The uh, the coffee place on the corner.” Shawn mentioned as he gazed out the window, palm resting against the frame. Brian looked up, confused at his friends sudden outburst. It only took a moment for him to understand, and immediately roll his eyes.
“Are you still hung up on that cheesy one-liner? Get a grip.” The light annoyance on his face couldn't hide the amusement in the man’s voice. Shawn ducked his head at Brian’s comment, cheeks flushing a rosy red as he began to deny his friends accusations.
“What? No, no way. It’s...they had really good coffee.” Shawn’s words didn’t sound convincing even to him, and Brian only laughed harder.
“Admit that you want to go back for the, 'funny, brave, amazing,' etc etc girl and we can head over there right now.” Brian's fingers flexed as he imitated quotation marks. A sheepish smile crawled onto Shawn’s face as he turned away from the window. His hand rubbed the back of his neck in an embarrassed fashion as he chose his next words.
“Well, that’s the thing. I don’t exactly know. Who wrote the line, that is.” Brian couldn’t help but let his jaw hang open at his friends sheer stupidity. The ginger rubbed his hand over his face in an attempt to keep his laughter at bay.
“Are you kidding? You’ve been obsessing over this girl ever since we stepped foot out of that shop, and you don’t even know what she looks like? I cannot believe you - you’re about to star in your own Cinderella movie.” At this point, he didn’t even bother holding in his laughter at the hilarity of the situation. Shawn slumped in the nearby chair, pinching the bridge of his nose as Brian laughed at him.
“Yes, I am an idiot. You’ve told me many times before. But you were rushing me out the door as soon as they handed us our coffee.” At this, Brian sat up from his sprawled position on the bed, little giggles escaping his lips.
“What if it was the old woman? The one who gave us the drinks.” As Shawn’s eyes widened in slight panic, Brian collapsed onto the bed in a fit of laughter once again.
“You know what, never mind, let's just stay here. I’m sure there’s another coffee shop nearby the studio.” Brian shot up from the bed at Shawn's words.
“Oh no. Now, we absolutely have to go.” Throwing Shawn his jacket, the red-head pranced out the door, Shawn having no choice but to follow his giddy friend.
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It was rush hour - every workers least favorite part of the day. Buyers filed in through the doorway, while workers glide from table to table in an animated flow.
Orders filtered onto the small screen, and even with the help of her colleagues, (Y/N) struggled to keep up. Each latte was filled by her hands, and delivered by another’s. As she worked, (Y/N) took short glances around the store. Worn out students and parents alike came in, searching desperately for something to keep them running for another few hours. Shop workers settled into booths for their needed breaks, and (Y/N) yearned to join them. The old couple was there again, nestled into their corner booth, oblivious to the rest of the world.
But despite all the customers leaving and entering the store, he wasn’t there. She had watched subtlety, albeit a little creepily for Shawn since her shift had started, but he hadn’t shown up. What were you expecting? She couldn’t even answer her own question.
(Y/N) let her gaze drift over the clock on the wall, and breathed a deep sigh of relief as the red numbers glared back at her. Searching around the room, her eyes landed on Natalie, and (Y/N) carefully skirted around the workers as she made her way over to her friend.
“Hey, Natalie. I’m heading to the back for my break.” (Y/N) informed, the blonde nodding and waving her off with a smile.
"You're the best!" (Y/N) grinned as her friend passed by her, heading to her new station. The blonde looked back, throwing a smile over her shoulder.
"Trust me, I know." A chuckle escaped both of their lips at Natalie's words. (Y/N) walked to the front of the shop, her gaze set on a sandwich and giant cookie that she had been eyeing all day. When she had both in hand, she made her way over to an empty booth.
Her thoughts wandered from one stupid thing to another as she ate, the minutes of her break flying by. For a minute, she watched the couple in the corner as they conversed with each other, before her gaze hooked on another familiar figure. The recognizable features had her choking on her food, drawing the unwanted attention of more than a few tables. (Y/N) quickly slid to the window, pushing until her back pressed tightly against it and she could no longer see Shawn.
Desperately needing an excuse to get up and go, (Y/N) checked her watch. A sigh of relief passed her lips as the time switched and her break finished. With hands that shook slightly, she gathered her trash, downing the rest of her water before standing. But at the sight that greeted her, any comfort that she previously had had dissipated. Shawn was, in an intimidating stance, standing next to the trashcan while he waited in the line.
It's too late to back out now, She thought, You're already standing, people are looking, if you sit down it will be weird and obvious. The conversation with herself continued in her head as she began walking towards him, head tilted down so the hat covered most of her face. Luckily for her, the man's attention was focused entirely on the menu.
"Probably just the same thing as last time." (Y/N) caught the end of his sentence, and her heart skipped a beat at the silvery voice. Quickly, she passed by him, circling around to head back to her station.
Last time. What did he get last time? Am I doing this again? She pondered the idea for about 2 seconds before deciding that yes, yes she would.
Reaching the large machine, (Y/N) stared at the screen hanging above her head, waiting for Shawn’s name to pop up. She was sure she looked pretty odd after a few moments of nothing showing, and glanced at the front of the store. The two men had hardly moved from their position against the wall. Eyes shifting to the cashier, she could see the long order of the customer in the front. It took some effort, but she contained the groan threatening to spill out. The annoyed look on her face, however, she couldn’t do anything about.
“(Y/N), go join Amy at the register, get the line down.” Leia swept past her, hardly pausing to say those words to (Y/N) before continuing on her way.
“Oh, no that's ok, actually. I can get a few more customers in.” (Y/N) silently wished for her boss to humor her just this once, and for the man in the front to finish his order quickly, and leave. Leia caught her with a non blinking stare, and pointed to the front.
“Cash register, now.” With that, she turned and walked away, leaving no room for any argument. (Y/N) spun around slowly, and reluctantly made her way to the front. She stared at the line, taking into account the people nearest her. With steady steps, she reached the counter and called out to the line.
“I can help who's next.” Customers came and went, and to both her relief and disappointment, Shawn ordered at the register next to her.
As the customers dissipated, (Y/N) turned just in time to see Shawn's order disappear off the screen. She looked around at her coworkers, attempting to determine which one had the tall man's drink.
“Natalie!” Her managers voice caught (Y/N)’s attention as she began making her way to the back of the shop. Leia waved to Natalie, in a gesture that obviously showed that she was needed. Noticing her friend pointing out the cup in her hand to their manager, (Y/N) swept in.
“Hey, I'll take this. Go ahead and see what she needs.” (Y/N) gently pulled the cup from Natalie and nodded her head in their managers direction. The girl shot a grateful smile, and a quick thanks at (Y/N), before heading over towards Leia. She couldn't help but laugh at the slightly crazed look on her boss’s face. Turning toward the pickup station, (Y/N) spun the cup around.
She blinked at the sight of Shawn's name staring back at her, Natalie's fancy font making the name stick out. The amount of luck she had today was suspicious, if she was being honest. Even so, a small delighted grin slipped onto her face, and she pulled a marker from her jeans pocket. It only took a moment for the words to pop into her head.
(Y/N) set the cup onto the counter, called out Shawn's name, and disappeared before the man could show up.
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Brian leaned against a bench, waiting patiently for his friend to exit the coffee shop. However, when said friend appeared, he had the stupidest grin on his face.
Brian's eyes shone with confusion, and his eyebrows furled as he questioned Shawn. The man did nothing but hand his drink over, and begin walking merrily along the sidewalk. Brian was right on his heels, reading the sentence before rolling his eyes.
“Now she's done it.” Brian muttered as he caught up with his giddy friend. Shawn's eyes drifted down to the writing once more, and the smile that hadn't left his face grew wider.
Do you like Harry Potter? ‘Cause I a-Dumbledore you.
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THE PUNISHER -3
Original title: The punisher.
Prompt: mental and physical torture, guilt, contrast love, dark drama, punishment.
Warnings: Luke OOC, sexual content.
Genre: romantic, smut, comedy, angst, drama, friendship.
Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, BAU team, Roxy.
Pairing: Garvez.
Note: oneshot.
Legend: 💏😘😈👓🔦🐶❗👻.
Song mentioned: none.
The Punisher- Masterlist
GARVEZ STORIES
Note: this story stems from the vision of the program “Monster in my family”. I repeat: Luke is OOC, especially in the last parts of this story. If you don’t want to read, don’t do it.
Part 3
-Did you like the Little Red Riding Hood fable?- that tone again. Penelope immediately understood where he wanted to go. –
Which was your favorite story, as a child?- he really wanted to know, but he wouldn't limit himself to acquiring this information and putting it in his memory.
Alice in Wonderland.
He had to expect it. The little girl who fell asleep and dreamed of a fantasy world. And they had also recently made the film version in HD. He had liked her choice.
-Caterpillars who smoke, mushrooms that change size, queens who want to cut off heads...- he had run his tongue from the neck to the hollow of the breast. -White Rabbit or Mad Hatter?- the decision seemed too easy.
She hadn't thought about it again. The weeks had passed so quickly... indeed, a whole month had passed. In the end she had twisted her ankle and also weakened her other leg: the result, crutches for a while. More embarrassing explanations to their colleagues. They had decided not to tell them anything for now. In fact, Luke had actually decided. But she had agreed. No one had noticed the fact that Agent Alvez was absent much more frequently from his desk, just to appear only a few yards away, watched by a thousand computer eyes... or that when they were out on a mission, he spent every free minute texting, with a sly look. And even if they had noticed, they hadn't wanted to intrude.
Penelope surrendered also on the transfer. Piece by piece, in a few days there was nothing left in her old apartment. And he had been right once again. Their things matched perfectly, almost as if they had been bought together, on purpose. Those of Luke gave that touch of tranquility and practicality that was missing from those of Penelope... and vice versa. Roxy had been even happier than her master. There had been so many lunches and dinners, and hell, he cooked divinely. Another plus point. The man of a thousand surprises. And there were plenty of walks.
And the kisses, the caresses. They made love every day, at least once a day. She thought she was too old for this kind of things, but he made her want to sing Katy Perry's Teenage Dream. Because it was true. It made her feel young, desirable and... loved. She still hadn't managed to tell him what she felt, but she felt she was very close to it...
She hadn't thought about it again until today.
Penelope opens the door (he obviously gave her a copy of the keys, cause now this house is also hers, and how to not think about the sweet key ring he had attached to it?) And she enters. Luke is not there. He's coming back from the last case, just solved. A man who took advantage of his position to kidnap and kill young women. Nothing new, yet never predictable. Roxy runs to meet and to show her love. This is also a positive side of not being single anymore. She looks at the ring on her finger. It's a simple thing. Completely different from all the others, yet no one paid any attention to it.
She smiles and goes to the bedroom. She wants to make herself beautiful for him, because she knows what effect abstinence makes to him and she misses him too much. As soon as she enters she notice something strange. A package on the bed. For my chica, says the ticket. The smile becomes even bigger and more mischievous. But how did he do it, if he is miles from here to... She opens it. Inside there is a costume, like those used to make cosplay. From Alice in Wonderland. Blue and white dress, exactly like that of the Disney version... and then... Oh God. Even the matching shoes. And the long stockings well past the knees. And the black headband. She doesn’t resist, she wears it. It is no longer she who decides, it is an impulse that is transmitted directly from the dress into her body. The heels are much more vertiginous than the originals, and also for the rest... it makes her breast stand out very much (as if it were needed) and it almost seems like she has a narrow waist.
-Better still than I thought.- she literally leaps into the air. The heart beats very fast, even though she has recognized the voice. Luke emerges from behind the curtains. But wait... he's dressed as a Mad Hatter! And above all that hat, how he is looking good with it... For the rest, she would laugh. If she weren't bursting her chest.
-But... but... you weren't... and how did you... oh, Alvez, I give up!- he laughs shamelessly of all her mumbles. He approaches slowly.
-I took a flight earlier, as soon as the case was closed. I said it was an emergency...- he looks down -... and it's not really a lie.- she feels his excitement pushing. -Do you like it, Alice?- she feels a bit ridiculous, but just to be with him... she nods.
-But I don't understand what it's for. Ok, my tits are about to explode, but I don't think...- he pulls a cord that is under her armpit, which she hadn't even noticed and... two small windows appear, exactly in the middle, one for each breast, which leave only free the tips, while the rest of the chest remains forced into the bodice. She opens her mouth in shock. -But where do you find them, things like this?- an answer is not necessary, just his mischievous look. -Were you going to look for it at night?- but it's a stupid question, because at those times he's busy with other activities, and she knows it perfectly...
-Let go, and I will take you to a land even more extraordinary than that of wonders...- does she need another kind of encouragement? Her eyes close in the same instant that she feels his tongue, his hands, his hair tickle her, as he continues to tease her and then he slips his hands under her skirt and then... then she completely loses control and then, lying down on the mattress to catch her breath, she is no longer able to say what happened. Luke does this effect on her.
But it's not just good sex. It's another thing to wake up and have someone next to you who snores or gets up perpetually with a fixed thought. Go for a walk in the park holding hands. Ruin all the film endings, after years of watching them with Derek and having learned the various dynamics, by now. Receive visits in her bunker. Flirting in the elevator. Doing disasters trying to cook for him. All small and trivial things. No candlelit dinners or rose petal paths. The best of the best is to go grocery shopping. Although she is often lost to look in the cart space where the bag rests, but where many others hold something much more precious...
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-Stomach ache? Did I do something wrong?- his worried tone brings her back to earth. She realizes that her stomach is tightening, but the reason is very different from what Luke thinks. And she is certainly not able to tell him about it. She tries, opens her mouth, but the words don't want to go out. She shakes her head to let him know that it's not his fault. But then, who knows how, he comes to understand everything. This month they had practically told each other their lives, their thoughts and he knew a great deal about her. -Are you happy to be Henry and Hank's godmother?- the woman nods. -You... never wanted... your children, Penelope?- it's not a normal thing. How can he read my mind so easily? No one has ever succeeded before. Not even Morgan. It makes me feel so... discovery. For me, love must be like this. It need not be necessary for one to ask for something, the other has to intuit it automatically... without reason. But what did I think? Love. Love. And I can't even say something nice to him. He only repeats to me how beautiful, attractive, intelligent, sexy, witty I'm... and the best I can do is to compliment him on the job.
-Yes.- she finally whispers after those that seem centuries. She looks down, because she knows she will cry. She will cry for all the babies that never born and who will never come to light. He caresses her cheeks and then gently lifts her chin.
-It's not too late.- But this time Luke is wrong. The biological clock has run its course. Already many years before. She thought Luke had understood, since she had never asked him to wear protection and she didn't take the pill. -The first time I saw you interact with Spencer, I thought you had to be a wonderful mother. Maternal. The first adjective that came to mind looking at you. You are made to have a your baby.- it's all too pressing. The sweetness and at the same time the strength of his words; the way he touches her; that pain that has always been too string to hunt in the depths of her soul. And now everything comes up again, like a punch to the gut.
-When... when I saw you with Roxy, the first time, you seemed like a...- she can't find a suitable adjective -...you behaved with her as if she were your child...- Luke smiles.
-She is. But the idea of some brat who runs around the house, with Roxy isn't bad either.- it's really more than she can handle.
-You want... you want a...- he doesn't let her finish.
-Yup. Here we go again, it's premature, we've been together for a month... but let's face it, we're no longer very young, and like I told you, I don't want to waste what's left. I never thought about being a father until I met you. I've never had the right woman with whom to think about the future...- she falters, then he puts her closer. -In reality it was after that case, what JJ and I risked burning... not being able to save that baby marked me. But I also thought about how many creatures are without parents, whether they are in the "system" and how many potential future serial killers are just waiting to be trained... when it would be enough for them to find a home that welcomes them with love. And you are love. We are love.- at first she could have doubts, fears and uncertainties. How normal it would have been for anyone else in her situation. But now Penelope believes in him blindly. Her biggest dream is coming true. Too little time has passed, but maybe just too much.
-Luke... I... love you.-
While they visit websites that explain how adoption works, she doesn't notice at all that the man's smile is strange. A grimace that at a superficial glance would seem only a symptom of contentment and instead is pure enjoyment and satisfaction. Like when a long-established goal has been achieved.
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PriPara Idol Watch Guide/Review!
Okay, I am finally ready to talk about the Idol Watch! There are still a number of things I have not figured out yet, but oh well. I can always update this post. And maybe you guys could share what you have found out as well!
I can’t help comparing it to the Rosette Pact a lot because it’s basically a lot like the Rosette Pact, but improved in almost every way!
Design
I’m going to start with the design. There are two different versions: Laala’s purple and Yui’s is light blue. As you can see I have Yui’s. It’s rounder and chunkier than the Rosette Pact, but it can stand upright on its own which is neat. To open it you need to press down on the top dial like a real pocket watch.
The biggest change in design is the addition of the Jewel input on the back. Interestingly, the slot is a slightly different shape than the actual Jewels? (See the bow shape at the top.) I am wondering if this is because the shape of the Jewels was changed in development, or if we will someday get some special-shaped Jewels?
While it looks really cute, I do think the design has a few drawbacks. The wings feel kinda flimsy and I’d worry about them getting broken off if they got caught on something. Same with the hook at the dial on the top. (I think it would snap if you actually hung it on a chain.) Also it’s kind awkward-looking when there’s no Jewel in it but eh, can’t fix that. I was worried about the Jewels falling out at first but they seem to stick in there pretty well.
As for gameplay, there are two different modes: Jewel Change Mode and Mascot Play mode. I am going to start with Jewel Change Mode since it’s simpler.
PriPara (Jewel) Change Mode
To enter Jewel Change Mode you have to turn the switch at the bottom to the left.
Put a Jewel in the back and press, then close the cover (or press down while the cover is already closed). Open it up again and the Idol Time Countdown will start!
After the countdown finishes you’ll see dialogue with an idol character and maybe hear a voice clip. The idol character you see seems to depend on the type of Jewel you use. For example if you put in a pink (lovely) Laala Jewel you won’t necessarily see Laala. You could also see Falulu, Mikan, or Yui. The WITH boys are included as well, but they are not voiced. (I am not sure if there is any correlation between which type of Jewel and when they appear. If anybody has noticed a correlation let me know!)
The more Jewels you scan (I am guessing it needs to be unique Jewels but I am not sure) the more coords you unlock. Scanning all my Jewels I have only unlocked 2 out of the possible 5 so far. They are all color variations of the same Clock Garden coord.
You can access the QR codes for the coords in the Mascot Play mode.
Mascot Play Mode
So at the beginning of the game you get to choose between three eggs. Obviously the pink one is Punicorn, the blue one is Chupe, and the purple one is Pitsuji. (Supposedly there is a secret one too, but…)
They don’t talk, they just chirp when you feed them and stuff. The only real difference between the mascots I can see is what they look like and what the room design is. (The room design cannot be changed like in the Rosette Pact.)
But while you cannot decorate the room, you can decorate the mascot!
So, there are a lot of things you can do in this mode. I will go through the menu one by one…
Fashion Items: As mentioned you can decorate your mascot using hats, accessories, and things to hold! The items are obtained randomly through gift events and sometimes after playing games. I was thinking the mascot accessories may determine the idol friend tickets you get, but the instructions seem to suggest this helps to raise the time gage quicker.
Mail Box: In addition to receiving gifts randomly, you can actually receive anime character email. These are saved in your mail box! (Unlike the phone calls in the Rosette Pact which disappeared. Also the idols are talking to YOU, not the mascot/Jululu haha.)
You can favorite the emails (press the circle button twice to add a heart) so they don’t disappear automatically when your mail box is full.
Time Gage: This feature is the most difficult to explain.
Basically it’s split into tri-sections beginning with the pink stars. Each one represents a different day, and within that day there are three more sections. Whenever a new 24 hours starts a tri-section turns blue, and whenever you play with your mascot a lot (by feeding them, playing games, and dressing them up) it turns pink. So basically the goal would be to turn it all pink? (Although I am not sure if anything actually happens when you do.)
Then finally after your 3 days is up an idol character will come to pick up the mascot, bring them back to PriPara, and leave you their arcade game friend ticket.
Food: Next is the food list for feeding your mascot. The first three items (rice ball, pizza, curry) are unlimited, but the rest of the food items are limited by number (you have to continuously obtain through games and events). Most of them are references to anime characters like Michiru’s ramen, Mikan’s nikuman, Reona’s soba noodles, Hibiki’s celeb tea.
From what I can see (unlike the standard Tamagotchi) there is no hunger gage and you can more or less feed your mascot an unlimited amount of food? But I don’t think you can raise the time gage on feeding alone.
Ticket File: This is where your arcade game tickets are stored. As I explained before, coord tickets are obtained by scanning Jewels and anime character friend tickets are obtained by raising mascots. The only thing particularly special about the anime character friend tickets is that they are often in coords they would not normally wear. I am not sure if you can influence which idol/coord you end up with.
And finally there are three games….
Jewel Matching: Just match the same colored jewels before the time runs out.
Look Here: Guess which direction your mascot will look! Unlike the classic Tamagotchi version of this game though, you can cheat because there is a 1-2 second buffer to press the button after they have already turned.
Obstacle Course: Guide your mascot to fly high or low to avoid obstacles and collect food. The obstacles are baseballs and birds and the rest are food items. The great thing about this game is it’s the only one which guarantees items every time.
And finally the last icon is Settings for changing user info, sound, and clock screen design. That’s right, there are actually volume settings this time! The lowest one isn’t so bad for using in public.
Overall, I am very happy with this toy! The cell-phone/virtual pet type PriPara toys keep getting better and better. While I liked the original Rosette Pact, there were only two games and no feeding so you spent most of your time just kind of waiting for events to happen. The Idol Watch seems to have less events at random times of day but I am OK with that because there is a lot more to do! (Jululu used to wake me up at the crack of dawn every morning I forgot to turn the sound off but not Chupe lol.) Although I wish you could customize the room design too, choosing and customizing your mascot is more fun. I think maybe you need to have a decent amount of Jewels to enjoy it fully, but still it’s plenty fun on its own without the arcade game. I recommend buying it if you are interested!
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Headlines pt. IV
part III
length: 1,357 words
genre: a mix; rapper jimin au
“Those go up by the stage, and make sure the bar is ready. The party starts in an hour people and Jimin will be here in less than twenty minutes! Things have to be perfect.”
You took a deep breath, doing your best not to freak out as tonight was the night you had been working for these last few weeks. The venue looked great, but so many last minute details needed to be taken care of and you were feeling the pressure.
“Y/n, Jimin is here.”
You were sure your heart skipped a beat as you got the word. Heading to the back, you met Jimin and his crew at the door. “Wow, y/n, you look great. I see V made some good picks for you.” Jimin smirked as he walked past you, the others giving you a smile as well. You hurried to catch up to Jimin and give him a quick run through of everything.
“So, obviously the bar. Fully stocked, ready to go. The stage, this was the set up we previously talked about.” Jimin looked over the stage, not seeming unimpressed, but also not enthused.
“But if you don’t like it, we can certainly change it around.” Jimin laughed as he took your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Y/n, it’s perfect. Thank you.”
He headed backstage to get ready for his opening performance as guests started arriving. Most of them other big name artists, some Jimin’s close friends. A few producers, music video directors, and some other moguls Jimin might look into working with.
“Hey, relax. Things will be fine.” V nudged you as he flashed a smile. “I know, I just. My job is riding on this, and I promise Jimin this would make him a big name in the industry again. I can’t fail tonight.”
V rolled his eyes, taking your hand as he pulled you over to the bar. He raised up to fingers to the bartender, who quickly filled two shot glasses and set them in front of you two. “Here, drink this. It’ll, loosen you up.” You stared at him a bit unsure while he tossed his back. “Oh come on, Jimin does this stuff all the time to calm his nerves. It’s not like he’ll yell at you for drinking on the job.”
Figuring one shot wouldn’t do any harm, you tossed the liquid back. Wincing at the slight burn in your throat. “Ok, I gotta go. Time for the show.”
Knocking on Jimin’s dressing room door, you waited until he opened it. Looking him up and down once he did, almost speechless as he looked great. He was in tight ripped light wash jeans and white shirt paired with a white jacket. Tying it together with some chains, sunglasses, a hat, and his typical Timberland boots.
“What? Does it look bad? I incorporated some of the Puma clothing, since there are reps here. I can change it if I need too.” You shook your head, protesting quickly, making him relax. “No, you look, great. Honest. And um, it’s time for you to go out there.”
“Let’s do this.” Jimin winked before heading past you and out onto the stage. You waited until you heard the first few beats of the title track start to play, then you walked out to watch among the crowd.
He was doing well, and the crowd seemed o like his new stuff. After the first song, Jimin began to speak about the new album. Thanking everyone who helped him.
“And, I lastly want to thank someone who. I was kind of an ass to at first,. But, I really need to thank her because, she’s responsible for all of this stuff.” You chuckled to yourself as Jimin just smiled on the stage. “So, y/n. Thank you, I mean it.”
Jimin performed only a few more songs, then a DJ took over. Letting Jimin mingle with people among the crowd, and do his best to promote himself and his album.
Sitting back by the bar, you could finally relax as the hard part of the night was over. Jimin’s performance went fine, and things were seeming to go great with him and the guests. Despite some of them not being close with him or really knowing why they were attending, they now seemed to be enjoying themselves.
“Y/n?”
An unfamiliar man appeared in front of you, sitting down an ordering a drink before introducing himself.
“Sorry, I’m Hoseok. Nice to meet you.” You shook his hand, not remembering his name from the guest list. “You too.”
“I wanted to compliment you on this party. It went, really well. And, you seem to be working better with Jimin than any of his past assistants.”
“Better?” You looked at him confused, then glancing over to Jimin as he was clinking glasses in cheers with some of his friends.
“Yeah, well. I’m sure you knew that this was a big night for him. And this new album is also pretty big. Jimin needs to have a big comeback after some of the stuff that’s happened with him in the past. Surely you know about all that?”
By the look on your face he could tell you had no clue. Hoseok laughed a bit as he continued. “Well, he has a bit of a reputation for being a bad boy. Getting drunk, starting fights. That’s why people don’t want to work with him. I’m surprised you even got half these people to show up tonight. My advice, maybe you should do some research on who you’re working with.”
Hoseok didn’t strike you as someone who Jimin would associate with. His demeanor, the way he spoke. It didn’t sit well with you. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go congratulate the man of the night.” With a smirk he downed the last of his drink, standing up and making his way toward Jimin.
“Hoseok, wait.”
You quickly rushed over, stepping in front of him. Trying to stop him, fearing that his intentions weren’t true. And wanting to do something about it before Jimin would notice he was here.
“I’m sorry, but. I just, I don’t think I actually remember you being on the list for tonight. And, this party was invitation only. If you could, just, please see yourself out. This is Jimin’s big night, and I don’t want anything to ruin that.”
“What the hell are you doing here?”
Too late. You looked to see Jimin standing next to you, along with V and some of the others in Jimin’s crew. Immediately you could smell the alcohol on Jimin, and you knew things wouldn’t end well if he was drunk.
“Just came to say congrats, wanted to see who would actually show up after your last big night out.” Hoseok laughed as Jimin tensed up. His fists clenched, only making you more nervous.
“Oh yeah, surprised you even remember that night. I thought I clocked you hard enough you wouldn’t even remember your own name.” Jimin smirked, only irritating Hoseok. Making him ball his hands into fists, the two of them coming closer to one another. Jimin’s crew stepping up to stop things from coming to a head.
“Jimin, stop. Now is not the time.”
You whispered in his ear as you grabbed his arm. Trying to pull him away, but he wouldn’t budge. “Jimin!” Grabbing his face and turning him towards you, you made him look at you and listen. “I said let’s go. I’m not letting you ruin tonight.”
Taking him by the hand, you quickly ushered him through the crowd. Hoping no one noticed the scene between him and Hoseok. Once outside, you had Jimin call his driver and tell him to pull the car around. Then you texted V, telling him that you were taking Jimin home and asking if he could take care of things at the venue.
Before you could even question Jimin about the interaction with Hoseok, he was already asleep next to you in the car.
“Park Jimin,” you sighed as you looked at his sleeping frame then out the window. “what have I gotten myself into.”
#bts#bts scenario#bts jimin#park jimin#park jimin scenario#jimin scenario#bantan boys#bangtan boys scenario
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Goodluck with your new blog! I just read all your posts and I can tell you're going to be one of my favourite bungo headcanons blog, your writing is gold and everything is so accurate! I was wondering if you could make a Fyodor scenario in which his girlfriend finds him naked at home suddenly or she pays him a visit and finds him like that.
Thank you, dear! I’m glad you enjoy my writings so much! ^.^ (As always, if there’s want for a part 2, I’ll add it to the waiting list.)
“Worst day ever,” you moan to no one in particular, eyes fixed on the window. The clouds, grayer than pipe smoke, swirl moodily on the other side of the glass. You watch the cotton blobs as they choke out the sunset, thinking, before you swipe an umbrella that’s not yours from the canister next to the hat rack. Kunikida won’t mind, hopefully, and if he does, oh well. You’d rather deal with an anal detective tomorrow morning than a soaking wet head tonight.
“Ah, but I’m sure tomorrow will be better,” Atsushi answers even though you weren’t talking to him, offering you a shy smile as he shrugs on a jacket.Hands scraping the depths of your pockets, a frown winds a crevice across your face as you feel the cold metal of only three round coins. Nobody in Yokohama drives for pocket change.
“Great, I don’t have money for a cab,” you complain, shoulders slumping. The patter patter patter of fat raindrops breaking on the roof starts right on cue. Atsushi’s brow furrows as his hand dives into a pocket and reels out a change purse.
“Oh, I can lend you something if you need a ride,” the boy’s fingers snap the pouch open, and although he’s obviously trying to school his features into neutrality, Atsushi’s face falls slightly when he notices how few coins are scattered across the bottom. A subtle glance into the pouch’s depths tell you he has barely enough to get himself home.
“That’s really nice of you, Atsushi, but I can walk,” you scramble for an excuse, knowing he won’t take no for an answer where self-sacrifice is involved. That boy really is too generous for his own good. “I’ve gotta work off that mocha from this morning somehow,” you finally settle on. Atsushi casts a doubtful glance your way, obviously weighing whether to insist or not, but eventually he concedes. (You don’t mention that you didn’t actually have time for your daily coffee stop this morning.)
“I’ll walk out with you then, at least,” he waits for you to slide on your coat before pulling the door open for you.
“_______, don’t take my umbrella again!” rings faintly from the office as you leave. You slam the door behind you and start pushing Atsushi toward the stairs.
Atsushi’s cab comes and goes and before you know it you’re alone, just you and Kunikida’s umbrella striding down the soaked sidewalk. The shop lights, at least the ones of any respectable places, are dimmed and shutting off one by one, leaving you squinting in the encroaching dark. The clock’s arm stretched past five somewhere near four hours ago, and everyone has already shuffled home, driven inside from the promise of bad weather. Everyone except for you, of course; the ADA doesn’t exactly offer kosher hours, and when you’re entrenched in the middle of a chaotic case, the moon hangs high in the sky before you can flee the office.
The ping of a text tears through the monotony of raindrops pattering against Kunikida’s umbrella and your plastic protection switches hands, fingers diving into your coat pocket. Please be good news or something, you think. I’ll even take a meme at this point, just something that’s not another problem to deal with.
‘Fyodor’ flashes across the screen in bold letters. Displayed under his name is a simple question: ‘How was your day?’.
‘Don’t even want to talk about it.’ Your fingers stab the screen as you pause under the yellowing glow of a street lamp. His response is fired back before your thumb can withdraw from the ‘send’ button, and you raise an eyebrow. Often it takes your boyfriend half an hour to respond with even a simple ‘ok’, much less an entire sentence. Your eyes scan the screen.
‘I’m coming over,’ Fyodor announces. ‘Promise I’ll make you feel better.’ You know there’s no sense in denying him; he’s probably searching for the key under your doormat right now. A sigh heaves from your chest. Your apartment’s a mess; the last few days have been hell, and your work schedule demands that you spend every second in the ADA building until this latest case is unraveled. Dirty dishes cover every surface, and clothing worn until it stinks chokes out any other speck of cleanliness your apartment once might have possessed. He’s invited himself over in worse conditions, though.
‘Knock yourself out,’ you reply. ‘Don’t judge my living conditions.’
Fyodor doesn’t respond. He’s probably too busy judging your living conditions.He’s already inside, you realize, when the door swings open without the convincing of your keys. His coat, slung carelessly on a peg and dripping on the rug, only confirms his arrival. You heave a sigh as you close Kunikida’s umbrella; you had hoped he would be at least a little bit later than you, giving you the chance to scrub off some of the day’s grime. No such luck.
“Hey, darling,” rings from the direction of the couch, summoning your eyes. The fur of Fyodor’s hat pokes up past the furniture’s ridge. You’re puzzled.
“If you’re coat’s all soaking wet,” you muse, sliding off your own jacket, “then how come your hat’s dry?”
“Oh, I took it off while I was walking over. I didn’t want it to get wet,” he explains, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. You laugh and he turns, bare arms slinging over the side of the couch as he fixes you with a stare, bottom lip poking out in a pout. For such an intelligent man, your boyfriend’s a bit silly sometimes.
“And I’m guessing you did the same thing with your shirt?” you cast him a sly glance, eyes hovering on the lines of his uncovered biceps. “Please tell me you wore that on your way over, babe, I don’t need calls from the nosy teenagers in the upstairs apartments trying to find out who the sexy shirtless guy in my apartment is,” you tease.
You’re in the middle of sliding off your shoes when he stands, smirk etched across his lips. Red blooms across your face as you’re caught in a staring contest; his raised eyebrow dares your eyes to travel downward, and you, frozen in the front hall with one shoe on and one shoe hanging limply in your hand, are simply too surprised to accept the invitation.
“Not just shirtless,” Fyodor corrects, skirting the edge of the couch and sauntering across the living room carpet. “But don’t worry. I didn’t flash any of your neighbors. What’s underneath my clothing,” he purrs as he reaches you, taking the shoe from your hand and dropping it, “is for your eyes only.”
Suddenly you’re wrapped in his arms, the only barrier between you your work blouse and skirt; way too much fabric for your tastes. Fyodor’s mouth attacks yours, tongue darting from his lips, demanding access to your mouth. Of course, you let him in.
His tongue drags molasses-slow across the ridges of your top teeth as his hands slide down to your waistline, tugging the white of your blouse away from your skin. You moan into his mouth as he pulls away, fixing you with purple eyes diving to some indescribable maroon.
“I did promise I’d make you feel better,” he points out, hands flitting to the buttons of your shirt. Slowly, they come undone, one by one, until your blouse falls like a wilting flower petal to the floor. “And I always keep my promises.”
The day is definitely looking up, you decide.
#Bungou Stray Dogs#Bungou Stray Dogs Imagines#Fyodor#fyodor dostoevsky#BSD Imagines#Bungou Stray Dogs Scenarios#bungou-stray-dogs-indulgences
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