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Chapter Five: Questions

I panted slightly as the loveseat dropped back into Emmett’s arms. An hour had passed since I started practising with the Cullens and I’d managed to stay focused while floating the pillows for long enough that Carlisle had deemed me fit to start practising with something heavier. Emmett hadn’t even hesitated to pick up the loveseat, he said it was so if I dropped it, it wouldn’t smash into the floor but I thought he just wanted to show off. “Give me a second,” I panted.

“Maybe we should stop for the day,” Esme said.

“No,” I shook my head. “Just a moment.”

Alice placed her hand around my waist and pulled me back down onto the couch. “You have forever to practise, don’t overextend yourself.” I smiled sideways at her. She tightened her cold arm around me. “That’s a beautiful top,” Alice said, fiddling with the hem of my shirt.

“Thanks, my mum got it for me.” For my birthday a year ago, it was too big then, because of course my mother didn’t know my size. It was also long-sleeved and not suited for Arizona weather so this was the first time I had an opportunity to wear the black top.

“Your mum,” Rosalie said, her tone of voice telling me she was about to ask about said mother.

“So… is there any way to test for a unique ability?” I interrupted whatever Rosalie was about to say. Rosalie rolled her eyes at my obvious topic change.

“I don’t think there could be,” Carlisle’s eyebrows pulled his eyebrows together in thought. “Every siren has a different ability, I do not think you could ever test something like that.”

I sighed. “So it will take forever for me to discover what it is?”

“Probably,” Carlisle smiled sympathetically at me. I rolled my head back, letting out a soft groan.

“Maybe you can’t train your special ability but you can train your muscles,” Emmett said. I turned my eyes to him. “You’re faster and stronger now, just like us after we transformed, you should train those muscles to recognize that.” He shrugged.

I jumped to my feet. “I’m good. Pick up that damn chair again.” Emmett rolled his eyes but did as I asked. The other vampires in the room let out soft laughs.

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“Thanks for driving me home Alice,” I smiled at the small vampire as she pulled into the driveway.

“It was no issue really,” Alice smiled sweetly. “Though I do think you should hurry inside, your sister has questions.”

I sighed, of course she did. Bella had spent the last two days muttering and whispering about how Edward Cullen had given her a weird vibe in biology and then had disappeared without a word. After school yesterday she had even tried to ask me if I knew what had happened, since I had sat with the Cullens at lunch. I, of course, did know where Edward was and why he had left but I couldn’t tell Bella, Carlisle had repeatedly stressed the danger she would be in if I told her the truth.

“Then I guess I should go see her,” I smiled once more at Alice. “See you tomorrow.”

“Bye!” Alice waved with a blinding smile.

I slipped out of the car and walked up to the house, Bella was already standing in the doorway. “Hi Bells,” I pulled her in for a greeting hug.

“Welcome home Liz,” Bella awkwardly returned my hug. “I’m making spaghetti for dinner, it’ll be done soon.”

“Cool,” I gave her a small smile, stepping into the house. Bella hovered over my shoulder as I slipped off the backpack I’d been carrying all day and dropped it on the floor before trudging to a sofa and flopping down. The strain of the training was definitely beginning to catch up with me.

“You okay?” Bella asked worriedly.

I hummed. “Emmett convinced me to do some exercise with him. Never again.” Bella let out a slight laugh at that, neither of us were athletically inclined so even the smallest workout would tire us both out. Before anyway, I wasn’t sure about me now that I had transformed. I allowed myself to consider that for a moment before I noticed that Bella was still hovering. “Just ask whatever you want to ask Bells.” I rolled my eyes.

Bella let out a stumble of words before she took a breath and collected her thoughts. “Is uh-- Edward there?”

“No,” I shook my head. “He’s visiting family in Alaska.”

“Alaska,” Bella cocked her head.

“Hmm… I think he will be gone for a little while.”

“Do you know why?”

“No,” I fully turned to look at my sister. “I may have gone to their house once but I don’t think I know them well enough to ask for family details about Edward.” Bella nodded, her eyes flitting down. I hated this. Lying to her. Not being able to tell her about the truth. It was for her own good though, Carlisle had put emphasis on that.

“Spaghetti Bella?” I reminded her after another moment of silence. Bella’s eyes widened and she quickly walked out of the room and to the kitchen. I smiled slightly as I closed my eyes and allowed myself a moment of peace and relaxation.

Then there was a car pulling up the street and into the driveway. Dad was home. There was a faint clinking sound as he pulled his keys out of the car. I focused harder on the faint sounds, trying to test out how good my hearing was now. Footsteps, quiet but louder than the Cullens, as all were. I opened my eyes just as I thought Dad reached the door. The wooden door opened and Dad stepped into the room. I smiled widely at him. “Hi Dad!”

“Hi Lizzie,” Dad smiled back, walking over and messing up my hair.

“Dad!” I complained, running my hand over the top of my head to make my hair lay flat again. “I am 15, Dad! You can’t do that anymore.”

“Sorry Liz,” Dad smiled, not at all sounding apologetic.

Bella re entered the room. “Hi Dad,” she waved. “Dinner’s ready.”

I jumped up, “thank god. I haven’t eaten for hours!”

“Did the Cullens not offer you food?” Dad asked.

“Oh they did!” I reassured as we walked into the kitchen. “Esme makes a mean apple pie, but I forgot to ask for more. I was so distracted by everything we were doing.”

“What were you doing?” Bella asked as she handed me a bowl of spaghetti.

“Hmm?” I hummed. “Oh uh, nothing much really.”

“But you were distracted?” Bella narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

“Oh well… Rosalie wanted to show me her cars and Emmett forced me to work out. Alice just wanted to talk about clothes. Jasper was the only sane one.” I chuckled. It was partly true. Rosalie had offered to show me her cars so I could take a break from training. Emmett had wanted to force me to work out before Carlisle had reigned him in and Alice did continuously bring up my clothing.

“Sounds like you had fun,” Dad smiled.

“I did,” I nodded. “I really did.”

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“So… you went to the Cullens last night?” Sophie asked, nudging her shoulder against mine. I hummed. “What was it like?”

“A house?” I looked at her out of the corner of my eye.

“But was it like… big?” Sophie leant closer to me, hands clasped together.

“I guess… I didn’t really look,” I shrugged.

“Lizzie, no one has ever seen their house. You have to tell me everything.”

“What is with everyone and being obsessed with the Cullens?” I asked, slightly annoyed at the constant prying about my new friends. “They’re just like everyone else.”

Sophie shrunk back from me, “sorry.”

I sighed. “I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean to snap at you, it’s just everyone from my sister to random people in the halls have been coming up and asking about them.”

Sophie gave me a sympathetic look. She opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted. “Miss Swan, Miss Yorkie, care to share with the class?” Mr. Jefferson called from the front of the room.

I blushed. “No sir, sorry.” Mr. Jefferson huffed and turned back to the blackboard.

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“So how has your first week here been?” Dad asked.

“Normal,” I shrugged. “Outside of the fainting of course.” Bella and Dad both winced, making me roll my eyes. Too soon to joke with them then. “How about you Bells?” I asked before either of them could begin to fret or, worse, fake laugh.

“Regular I guess,” Bella shrugged, looking down at her plate.

“Have you made any friends?” Dad questioned.

Bella hummed and nodded, “I guess.”

“She has,” I said. “We eat with them at lunch, they’re cool.”

“What about you Liz?” Dad turned his eyes to me.

“Hmm, I share most of my classes with Sophie Yorkie, she’s cool. And the Cullens of course.”

“Sophie Yorkie, I know her father. He’s nice.” Dad nodded. “And you know, it’s nice that someone is finally not judging the Cullen’s on sight. Dr. Cullen is a nice man, I’m sure his kids are too.”

“They are,” I smiled and nodded. “They’ve been really kind.”

“Good,” Dad smiled.

I glanced across the table and caught Bella’s eyes. There was an obvious need to ask more questions about the odd family, but she resisted and I sighed.

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“Hey Dad?” I called down the stairs.

“Yes?” Dad called back.

“Can I visit the Cullens today?”

“Now?” Dad’s voice was questioning.

“Alice texted, she said she had some things to show me,” I took a few steps down the stairs.

“Alright, but be home before sundown,” Dad’s head appeared around the door to the living room.

“Sure!” I said happily, almost jumping down the stairs and reaching for my coat. I swiped open my phone and texted Alice that I was free to visit their house. She texted back almost before I finished the message that she was on her way.

She arrived quickly, leaning out the side of Carlisle’s black Mercedes. I spotted Jasper sitting behind the wheel. I called a goodbye to Dad before jumping down the steps and slipping into the car. “Hey Alice, Hey Jasper.”

“Hi Lizzie,” Alice said brightly.

“Hello Lizzie,” Jasper said in a softer tone than his mate.

“You seem really excited,” I said, staring at Alice, whose face was split into a wide smile. “What?” She just smiled wider at me. “Jasper?” I asked as he took off down the road.

“Ed-” Jasper started.

“Don’t!” Alice almost yelled at him. “It’s a surprise.” She slapped her hand against Jasper’s shoulder.

“I hate surprises,” I muttered. Alice just laughed.

Jasper pulled into the Cullen’s driveway. The moment the car stopped Alice jumped out and almost ripped open my door to pull me out too. “Wow! Alice,” I yelped, pulling my arm back and rubbing it slightly. “I may be stronger than humans but I’m still not as strong as you!”

“Sorry,” Alice said with a wince.

“It’s okay,” I patted her on the shoulder. It wasn’t the first time one of the vampires had forgotten to be gentler than normal with me. My transformation had made my skin stronger and my muscles tougher but an over-excited and careless vampire was still stronger. “Just show me what surprise you planned.” Alice jumped up and down a few times before taking my arm again and dragging me into the house. I heard Jasper’s muffled laughter as I huffed and stumbled after her.

Rosalie, Emmett, Esme and Carlisle were all standing in the living room when we entered it. I went to greet them but paused when a fifth, unrecognisable presence made me tense. My eyes swept the room, finding the fifth person leaning against the opposite wall to where I was standing.

They were dressed in a long pale blue dress that almost reached the floor, and their brown hair was pulled up into a braid behind their head. They smiled when they saw me looking at them. “Hi,” their voice was a soft gentle sound, like a breeze at the beach. “It’s nice to meet you.” They pushed off the wall.

I smiled awkwardly. “Hi… uhhh who are you?”

They laughed. “I’m Lavina Roxana, but you can call me Roxie.”

“Nice to meet you,” I waved. “Why… uh… why are you here?”

“Edward sent her,” Rosalie spoke before Roxie could.

“Somewhat,” Roxie said with a smile. “When your friend told Tanya about you, she called me, we are old friends.”

“Tanya?” I asked, cocking my head.

“One of our cousins from Denali,” Alice told me.

“Hmm,” Roxie hummed. “I met her a long time ago, and when she found out you were all alone down here with no guidance, she thought I could help.”

I stared confused at her for a moment before I realised what she meant. “You’re… you’re a siren too.”

Roxie smiled at me. “Yes, one of the last. I haven’t seen another of our kind since the 12th century. It is lovely to meet you.”

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kokomis-gf · 3 years

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❝Devils Hookup❞ -Kaeya Alberich

Warning ———-o Cheating, Infidelity, slight Diluc X fem!Reader

Kinktober MasterList ———-o Kinktober 2021

Pairing ———-o Kaeya Alberich X fem!Reader

You rolled your eyes once again as Kaeya flirted with you. “Can you shut up for one second sir Alberich” you looked at him shortly before going back to drink the wine. “Oh? Why don’t you shut me up” he twisted your words, touching your thigh softly. Your lips kiss your teeth, getting off the bar stool. “I’m leaving…” you mumbled, walking outside as he shortly followed. “Stop following, yeah?” You glared at him. As he just smirked at you. “Well I can’t let a women like you walking all alone in the dark can I?” His hand moved to your waist, holding you up. You let him touch you for once. “You know…I am your brothers fiancé..so I don’t know why you continue your flirtatious ways” you walked with him to Dawn winery, considering it isn’t that far away, staring straight at him. “Oh? I do it because I know you want me too” his hands went to take off the clothing covering your shoulder before you quickly wiped his hands off. “Please. As if I could ever want someone like you” you looked visibly repulsed by the thought but you knew you were just faking it, you just hoped he did too. It truly isn’t your fault, you do want him. But you’re his brothers fiancé and it’ll be way to late to decline the wedding. “Hmm…is that why you shivered when I touched your shoulder?” He laughed in your ear, realizing you’re at Dawn winery already. “I don’t have time for idle chit-chat, sir Alberich. Considering we’ve made it to my home. I’ll greet you good night” you tried to walk off, into your home before quickly getting stopped by him pulling you around and giving you a quick kiss to your lips. His hands were around your waist whilst you stood frozen, “…I can’t” you tried to stop yourself from kissing him back before realizing it was hopeless. You kiss him back, hands going to the back of his hair. He finally let you go, breathing harshly. He waved good bye and walked off as you looked at his back, dumbly. One hand went to feel your swollen lips, running inside of your home and making it into your bedroom. You felt red although you couldn’t see it, you sat on top of your bed. Going to lay down on your bed and sleeping with only thoughts of him.You woke up with a ginormous smile on your face before wiping it off because He was the reason for that smile. You walked off to Diluc’s home study, hoping he was there for you had woken up with an empty bed. He was there on the desk with loads of paperwork, his eyes has sunken down. “Hello, sir Diluc~” you walked towards him as he merely glanced at you. “You okay, darling?” You softly massaged his shoulders, his teeth kissing his lips. “Can you leave?” He glared at you, the exhaustion biting at you. You stopped your massaging, looking at him confused. “What?” You awkwardly smiled at him. “Leave. You’re so clingy, I won’t repeat myself” your hands left his warm body, going to leave the room before thinking. “I knew I should’ve went with sir Kaeya instead of you…” walking out going straight to Mondstadt. Diluc had been like this for many weeks and you were growing more and more tired of it. You looked at favonius headquarters building, second guessing what you were going to do before walking inside. You greeted the guards around before going to Kaeya’s office. He looked at the door before smirking toward you, forgetting the paper work he had unlike your fiancé. “Oh? And why do I have to owe the pleasure of meeting with a goddess, like yoursel-“ he couldn’t finish his sentence before you smashed your lips with his, pushing him into his desk. Your hands pulling at his hair, his hands gripping onto your waist. He kissed you without hesitation, flipping you both so he was on top. His hands pulled your skirt up so the puffy skirt was resting on your stomach. “Who would’ve thought you would’ve came here to me instead of Diluc~” he whispered into your ear, kissing it softly.

You rolled your eyes at him, pulling him closer once again to kiss him. His hand went closer and closer to your dampened clothed pussy. He pulled you closer, your wet cunt wetting his crotch, a wet stain visible. “Please…just fuck me already~” you pleaded to him. He pulled your panties down, his hands went to coddle your folds.

Two fingers went to fuck inside you, making moan like crazy. Your back arched, seeing him just smirk at you. His hands thrusted up into you faster, feeling your high finally coming. “Mhmm~ p-please” you moaned out softly. You finally came into his hands, as he pulled them out of your clenching hole. His hands went to his pants, unbuckling them and fisting himself before aligning himself with your wet pussy.

He went in slowly, making sure not to hurt you before bottoming out. His pace was slow before picking up gradually more and more. He rubbed your clit, making you squeal like a pig. Your hands gripped the side of the desk, tightly. You felt a knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter by each thrust. “God-I fuckin’ love you~” he said as you cried out.

You couldn’t hear him or at least you pretended not to. his hand pulled the top of your dress off, your tits flouncing around. His lips went around your nipple, his smirk clear as day as he looked up you you. Your hands went to the sides of his face, bring him up to kiss you. You bit on his lip, tasting the metallic taste on your tongue. You pulled on his soft blue hair, making him groan.

Finally the knot broke and so did his as he came inside of you. He pulled out, making you wince the white substance all around your clenching pussy. The guilt rushing around your entire body, “…I-I shouldn’t have….I shouldn’t have done that” you tried to get up but was stopped with Kaeya holding you close, his face nuzzled into your neck. “Please stay…” you licked your lips, this iMessage the first time you had seen him so vulnerable. “fuck…fine. Just let me get changed” you pet the top of his head.

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babymetaldoll · 3 years

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I just want you (Chip Taylor / Reader)

Requested: Yes

Word counting: 3.5K

Summary: What would it be like to be married to Chip Taylor? Would it include a lot of women trying to hit on him?

Warnings: Cursing, spoilers of 68 Kill.

A/N: Hello, beautiful people! sorry, I've been a little absent here, but writing my series has taken most of my time! Also, I feel a little blocked, and my personal life has been a mess. But, here it is: my first Chip Taylor fic. Have you guys seen 68 Kill? I love that movie, and I love Chip so much. He deserves the world. I hope you guys like this little story!

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It wasn’t like I didn’t know my husband was handsome, ‘cos you had to be blind not to see his face was made by the gods, and all of his features were simply perfect. I just didn’t know every woman would flirt with him everywhere we were all the time.

And they weren’t even subtle about it. No. They made it very obvious when they looked at Chip each time they stopped by his work. They wanted him.

After all those years together, a part of me had made peace with that. I couldn’t stop them. He was hot, he didn’t want their attention, but he wasn’t rude or anything like it. Chip Taylor was a very polite man who was also very blind to the attention his looks gave him.

Chip owned a small pet sitting business that had started to really take off in the last few months. He had some savings that he used to buy a house when we first started dating. He lived there until we got married, and then we bought a bigger place outside the town. That’s when he decided to turn his old home into his own pet sitting business. And it was a hit. Chip is fantastic with animals. He is great with everybody, but pets just… melt with him. I think they can see the kindness of his soul.

Chip Taylor deserves the best things in life ‘cos he is the best man I’ve ever met. I’ve loved him since the day it took him almost half an hour to walk over and talk to me in the bar we met.

- “Every time a pretty face pops up, my brain turns into a potato- he explained, flustered ‘cos he kept stuttering as he asked for my number.

He was too sweet. Too cute. And he loved me. He had a ring that said so. But again, that didn’t stop most women who met him from flirting with him.

- “Here he is. Little Rascal had a great day today”- Chip walked to the front yard with a french bulldog, who kept barking, trying to get an extra treat from him. I smiled from a safe distance, reading a book sitting on a porch while Chip met with the dog owner. And she was as excited as Rascal was.

- “Hi baby! Did you have a good day today?”- the lady held the leash and caressed her dog’s head a few times before returning her attention fully to my husband.

- “Thank you for taking care of him.”

- “You are very welcome, Kim. It’s my job.”

- “No, it’s more than that. Rascal hates strangers, and he has been an angel with you since day one. I tell you, Chip, you are someone special.”

I know my husband blushed, ‘cos he is terrible with compliments. So he just shook his head and scratched the back of his neck. His shirt raised, showing his very toned midsection. And I swear, I had to force myself to stay put on that chair, ‘cos the way that woman looked at my husband was enough to make my blood boil. I wanted to run over and push her away from him. I wished I could tell her to get her dog and get the fuck out of our property.

But no. I didn’t. Instead, I tried to keep on reading, which was honestly impossible. But at least I didn’t move from my chair. I just stared at that scene, trying to control the urges of smashing that woman’s head against her car.

- “So, do you have plans for the weekend?”- the woman asked him, smiling flirtatiously

- “Not really.”- not the smartest answer, I’ll give you that.

- “Great! that means you can’t say no! I am having a small get-together at my place this Friday. You should totally come.”

- “Thank you, Kim, but...”

- “I’ll text you my address. I’m not taking no for an answer!”

Chip was awkward, he felt pushed to say he’d go, but I knew he didn’t want to. If he did, he wouldn’t have hesitated. Besides, he wouldn’t usually make plans without asking me first. A part of me wanted to run and help him out of that awkward situation, but I knew he had to do it on his own. Yes, he was a grown-up, but after knowing everything he had gone through before we met, a big part of me wanted to take care of him constantly. I didn’t want anything wrong ever to happen to Chip. He didn’t deserve anything bad.

- “Thanks, Kim, really, but… I think I should ask my wife first”- he whispered and smiled kindly at the woman, who didn’t hide the disappointment from her face. I have the feeling she never actually saw the ring on my husband’s finger.

- “Wife? I had no idea you were married, Chip”- he chuckled and nodded as the woman tried to act normal again. But she couldn’t.

- “Yes, I’ve been married for the last ten months.”

- “Just ten months? Well, she is a lucky woman…”

- “Thank you”- Chip petted Rascal’s head and added- “But I am sure I am the lucky one to have her. I still can’t believe she actually married me.”

- “Come on, Chip! Any woman would be happy with a man like you.”

And that was when that woman crossed the line and rubbed my husband’s arm for longer than necessary. He froze and looked at her, not knowing how to get out of that situation. Chip is a sweet soul who still has some significant issues when it comes to setting boundaries.

I jumped from my chair and walked over quickly, with a big smile on my face. The woman turned to me and raised an eyebrow, clearly not knowing who I was.

- “Hello, sorry to interrupt you, boo, but it’s getting late for our date.”

We didn’t have a date that night. But well, now we did.

Chip frowned, confused, and waited for me to explain a little more what I was saying. But, instead, I just smiled and held his hand, making sure that the woman’s hand was as far from him as possible.

- “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m (Y/N), Chip’s wife.”- I said and waved.

- “Kimberly, nice to meet you.”

- “So you are Rascal’s mom. He is a sweetheart”- I kneeled and petted Rascal’s head behind his ears, right where I knew he liked it. Kim just nodded and smiled.

- “Ok, we should go, it’s getting late. Bye Chip”- she waved quickly, walking to her car. My husband said goodbye and wrapped an arm around my waist as I stood by his side and rested my head on his shoulder.

- “We are not going to her “little get-together,” by the way”- I whispered, and he chuckled.

- “Good, ’cause I didn’t want to go either. I actually had plans for the weekend, but I didn’t want to discuss them with her.”- I looked at him, raising an eyebrow, and felt his big hands caressing the lower part of my back.

- “Which plans?”

- “I’m planning to stay in bed with my wife the whole weekend, watch movies, kiss her a lot, and maybe asking for pizza.”

- “You had me at ˝stay in bed,” Chip Taylor”- I giggled and kissed his cheek- “She was flirting with you, by the way.”

- “I don’t care if she tried to flirt. I only have eyes for you, moonbeam”- I chuckled at the cheesy nickname and felt his lips on mine. They felt warm and soft and filled with love.

But it wasn’t always so easy to shake off the thoughts of a woman flirting with Chip. Unfortunately, sometimes it was harder to remain calm. Some women were more aggressive with their flirting. Some were actually way hotter than me, and sometimes that makes you doubt yourself.

I didn’t know Liza or Violet, so I never knew if they were prettier, more intelligent, or sexier than me. I couldn’t compare or compete with them either, ‘cos they were dead. But some random women made my life a little more challenging from time to time.

- “Chip? Chip Taylor?”- a soft woman’s voice interrupted our conversation and forced my husband to turn around, feeling now also her hand on his shoulder. We were at our favorite bar, having a drink, celebrating the end of the week and another successful month of Chip’s small business. We were chatting about our days, sitting at our usual table, when interrupted.

- “Anna Davis? Hi! How are you?! Long time no see!”- my husband stood up and hugged the stranger like long-lost friends reunited. I had never heard of any “Anna” before. I was trying to remember if I did.

- “I haven’t seen you in ages! What are you doing here?”- Anna said and laughed- “I can’t believe it’s really you!”- and so, they hugged again.

- “Hi”- I waved from the table and smiled at the two of them as they moved apart.

- “I’m so sorry, babe. (Y/N), this is Anna, my neighbor when I was in middle school. Anna, this is (Y/N), my wife.”

- “Hi, nice to meet you”- she shook my hand and smiled at me for a second, and then turned to my husband again and continued catching up.

Chip looked happy and excited to see her. He didn’t have many friends, he still didn’t know how to trust most people, probably why he decided to work with animals instead. He had a good relationship with Jim, the boy who helped him clean, and with a few classmates from the community college. But that was it.

- “I can’t believe you are here!”- Chip was beaming- “Are you with someone?”

- “My friends were leaving. I’m visiting one of my best friends, who moved here a few years ago. But she has to work tomorrow morning, so she wanted to go home.”

- “Do you wanna sit with us for a while?”- Chip asked her and turned to me smiling. Of course, I couldn’t say no. Well, he didn’t actually ask; he just looked at me, and I moved my chair to make room for one more on the table.

- “I would love to! Thank you!.”

I loved the idea of meeting Anna, at first. I didn’t know many people from my husband’s past, basically just his parents. The fact she was his friend growing up sounded amazing, and it meant I could finally talk with someone who knew him when he was a kid and could tell me more stories about my husband.

But Anna had other plans. My husband blinded Anna. She basically ignored me, and he was so excited to see her and talk to her, he didn’t even notice I was being left out of the whole conversation.

At first, it was ok. Chip wanted to catch up with Anna, know what she was doing with her life, and all that. So he asked for her parents and family. Apparently, they were pretty close growing up.

- “Remember each Friday we had a secret sleepover?”- she asked and laughed. My husband nodded and sipped his drink.

- “Yeah! I would sneak into your house and watch a movie.”

- “You know, my parents knew you were coming to hang out after curfew. They just didn’t think it was wrong”- she added and laughed- “I’m just glad they didn’t know about the day we tried smoking for the first time!”

Chip burst into laughter, and so did Anna. I just stared at them and sighed. Neither of them explained the story. They were just too caught up in each other to even notice I was there.

Yes, I was feeling jealous of Chip’s long-lost childhood friend. I knew it made no sense, but somehow, he completely forgot I existed when she was there. Yes, it was probably ‘cos he was surprised to bump into her at a bar on a random night after so many years.

But the more I looked at her, the more I realized she was gorgeous. She had long legs, beautiful golden hair, green eyes. The girl could go to a freaking beauty pageant and win it. Besides, Anna wasn’t acting friendly, if you ask me. She kept rubbing my husband’s arm, repeating how excited she was to see him, and saying over and over again how good he looked… it was a little too much.

- “I tell you, Chip, you haven’t changed a bit!”- Anna smiled and looked into his chocolate eyes, and I swear she nearly sighed. I couldn’t blame her. He is dreamy. But he is my husband, and it felt wrong.

- “Neither have you,”- he added and turned to me for a second. I looked kindly into his eyes, knowing he was happy, and that was enough to make me feel happy too.

- “Can I get you another drink, moonbeam?”- he asked me and stood up.

- “Yes, penguin, please”- Chip nodded and blushed as I called him by his favorite nickname and then turned to Anna.

- “Another?”

- “Sure!”

And suddenly, we were on our own.

- “So, how long have you been married?”- Anna asked me and looked at me innocently.

- “A little over ten months.”

- “Just married! Congratulations. You must still be living the honeymoon!”

- “Yes, we are.”- I giggled and turned to look at Chip, waiting for our drink at the bar. It wasn’t hard being stuck at the honeymoon phase with him. Every day, he made every day feel like the first day we were together, even after three years of dating and ten months married.

- “We used to date when we were kids,”- Anna simply said and chuckled - “It was very childish, but I was his first kiss.”

- “Really?”- I smiled at her, making my best not to look jealous at all. “That’s so cute!”

- “He is adorable. He was the sweetest boy growing up.”- Anna added and kept her eyes on Chip. But for a few seconds, I could see the longing in them, and my struggle not to show how jealous I was got a little harder.

- “So when was the last time you saw Chip?”- I asked and kept my eyes on her, reading her expressions. It took her a few extra seconds to stop staring at him to turn and look at me.

- “When I moved out of town when I was fifteen.”- she sighed and chuckled- “Seems it was a lifetime ago.”

- “Ok, here are your drinks,”- Chip appeared and smiled- “Plus, I ordered some more nachos, ‘cos I’m getting hungry.”- I chuckled and held his hand upon the table, playing with his fingers between mine. Chip looked at me and opened his mouth to say something when Anna interrupted him.

- “Remember that summer you broke your arm ‘cos you fell from the tree in Shawn’s backyard?”

And my husband laughed, forgetting what he was going to tell me.

I stood in front of the mirror and tried to fix my makeup. I looked tired. I was tired. It was Friday night, and I wasn’t twenty-three anymore. I was weary, and all I could think of was getting into my bed with my husband and getting good twelve-hour sleep.

But he and Anna were still talking and having a blast together, remembering the good old times. Now, if you ask me, I had the feeling Anna wanted to do more than just talking to my husband, but he was oblivious to any of her intentions. That was until I walked out of the bathroom and saw Anna’s arm wrapped around Chip as they were dancing.

She was dancing with my husband, and he was laughing. Ok, that hurt. It hurt a lot.

I sat at our table and drank what was left of my drink. I stared at them for a moment and evaluated my options. I could storm out of that place, maybe make a scene and yell. But no, I trusted my husband. I knew he wasn’t trying to hurt me or even cheat on me with her. No. He was naive and a little awkward. But by the way Anna’s hands moved on his body, clearly, she wasn’t naive at all.

- “Oh! I’m sorry!”- Anna said laughing when they reached back our table- “I just asked Chip to dance with me ‘cos I love that song.”

- “That’s ok”- I smiled at her and held my husband’s hand tight upon the table.

- “But Chip is such a great dancer! He really knows how to move!”- Anna was asking for it. She wanted to be smacked. But I behaved.

- “He really does,”- I answered and smiled

- “I hope you are not jealous!”- I turned to her and frowned, pretending to be confused

- “Of course not! Why would I?”

- “I don’t know! It’s just that… he was mine way before he was yours and…”

- “He isn’t mine”- I cut her off, and for once, my voice stopped being nice and friendly- “And he is definitely not yours. He is not a dog, Anna, he is a person, and the only owner of his soul is himself.”

Anna stared at me in silence, and Chip wide opened his eyes, surprised by my tone of voice.

- “What I’m trying to say is that… I met him when…”

- “I know what you are trying to imply Anna, you’ve been trying to do it ever since you sat at our table. You feel like you need to prove something, but you don’t. Really.”

Chip held my hand tight and kissed it sweetly. He didn’t say anything to me. He just looked at me with apologetic eyes as I cut him a short smile.

- “Ok, I think I better go now”- Anna stood up and just waved- “It was great seeing you again, Chip.”

My husband smiled and waved as Anna walked away. Then, when he was sure she had left the place, he turned to me. I sipped what was left of my drink and sighed.

- “Sorry if I was rude”- my words were a whisper only Chip could hear.

- “No, moonbeam. You weren’t rude at all. I’m sorry.”

- “Chip Taylor, you didn’t do anything wrong”- I leaned and kissed his lips softly, cupping his face with both hands.

- “I feel like I did.”

- “No, boo, really. She was… clearly trying to get under your belt.”

- “I shouldn’t have danced with her, but she pushed me...”- Chip excused himself and kissed my hand again, as I still held his face and caressed her cheeks with my thumbs.

- “Yeah, you should work on that “No” thing a little harder,”- I whispered and chuckled.

- “Sorry if she made you feel jealous. I had a huge crush on her when we were kids.”

- “She said she was your first kiss”- Chip opened my mouth, but no word came from it for a few seconds.

- “Funny, I told her that just ‘cos she said I was her first kiss, but actually my first kiss was with her cousin Alice.”

I couldn’t hold back the laughter as Chip looked at me with guilty eyes as if that was the biggest secret he had about his past.

- “Well, I bet if I run, I can still catch her!! I need to tell her the news!!”- I said and stood up, just to feel Chip’s arms around me, protectively.

- “Let her think that. We all know who all my kisses belong to now.”

Chip held me tight and close to him as his lips rubbed mine slowly. I felt my head spin as his tongue slowly touched mine, deepening the kiss. I couldn’t help but moan at the sensation of Chip’s sweet and passionate kiss. He made sure to make me feel how much he loved him every time he kissed me. In a weird way, Chip’s kisses always felt like our first and last. I think he was always trying to show me his feelings, ‘cos his previous trauma taught him he didn’t know when a kiss could be the last.

- “I love you so much, Mrs. Taylor,”- he whispered, and the title made my knees feel weak- “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

- “I love you more, Mr. Taylor,”- I replied and kissed his lips sweetly one more time- “And just between you and me, I am completely yours.”- I confessed and giggled nervously.

- “I am yours too, moonbeam. You own my heart, and I only want you.”- he whispered and kissed me one more time.

- “You just want me?”- I repeated, and he nodded, looking into my eyes filled with love- “Of all those women who wanna do you, you just want me?”

- “Which women?”- he asked me, clearly confused

- “A lot of women out there keep giving you the fuck eyes.”

- “What?! No way”

- “Do you think Kim invited you to her house for a small get-together? She wanted to get under your belt, penguin.”

- “But I am your penguin, that means I am not looking for any other woman. I just want you.”

- “Just me,”- I repeated again, and he nodded.

- “Just you, Mrs. Taylor”- I sighed, pleased, and closed my eyes for a second “Wanna go home?”

- “You still have to dance with me,”- I pouted, and he held my hand.

- “Whatever my wife wants.”

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draggingthedregs · 3 years

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Hello! I love your writing so much! Can you write some kanej with Kaz being protective of Inej? If not that’s completely fine :) thank u!

a/n: okay so I always really struggle with “protective Kaz” things because I feel like he knows that she can most definitely take care of herself and he respects her for that. So this is what I came up with to try and meet in the middle. There’s that scene in Six of Crows where Kaz sends Inej to get rid of Rojakke (is that how you spell it? Idk he was in one scene, his name is not the point) and then when they’re back in his office that night he asks like “Did he put up a fight?” and she says “Nothing I couldn’t handle” and he says “Not what I asked” so thats where the idea for this came from, thank you bye.

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There was something about the floor of the Crow Club that set Kaz at ease.

Its endless cacophony of coins bouncing from table to floor, the spinning of Makkers Wheel, the laughter floating onto the street, and, his personal favorite, the flipping that only accompanied a deck of cards. Somedays he thought he’d be content to shuffle at a table forever.

It was then that Inej pushed through the entryway, shaking off the rain that rarely ceased to pour over the crowded city. She pulled her hood down, her inky hair braided into a long rope laying against her shoulder. Kaz traced every inch of her, as he often did when she entered a room: the slope of her nose, the smile she flashed to the greetings shouted in her direction, the knives strapped to her hips. He tried to ignore the voice in the back of his head that reminded him he’d also be content to be with her forever.

There were times he hated the things that he would notice, hated how his brain slipped past the innocent intention of watching to a sinister place of touch and consequence. He flipped the thoughts over in his head, studying them from every angle like he would a card trick, trying to mold them into different pictures. But the images froze in place anyway; the feel of her skin against his burned like fire, even in an illusion.

Most of all, he hated that he couldn’t force these delusions into reality, couldn’t touch her how he wanted, couldn’t force the bile down and only feel Inej’s warmth.

As she approached him, nodding to the private game rooms at the back of the club, giving him a clear view of her, he saw that something was amiss. Scarlet bloomed through her vest and onto her sleeve, trailing down to her thigh. He followed her, shutting the heavy door behind them and turning its complex series of locks. She’s upright. That’s all you should care about.

“The Exchange was crawling with Stadwatch. Security must be tight since the incident.”

“Did they see you?”

Inej practically scoffed, leaning her weight against the wooden table. “No. But I’m sure they’ll find someone who fits their bill. You know as well as I do, the council will want this quieted soon.”

Kaz nodded. Two weeks ago, the Exchange had been robbed, and though it was never publicly released, Kaz knew exactly what was stolen. After all, he had all the stocks and shipment papers locked in his safe as they spoke.

Roeder had been the one to pull off the job originally, this being one of the few things Kaz had required a spider for while she was busy at sea. He had done a mediocre job, but he was sloppy with locks and leaving the place as he’d found it. Going back to the scene of the crime seemed too risky a gamble but when Inej returned, she knew she could scrape it. And Kaz wasn’t going to start doubting the Wraith’s abilities now.

He flipped through the file she handed him. To anyone else, it may have looked useless, just pages and pages of numbers and times, scratchy handwritten tables filled with nonsense. But to him, and to a mercher with half a whit, this was key to investing. With the talleys and dates in hand, he would know what shipments to bank on and where to place his shares for the next few months.

“As always, the Wraith pulls through.”

Inej nodded and pulled her hood up once more. “You’re welcome.”

Kaz gave her another once over, slower than intended. “What happened?” He blurted, his voice sounding like a low growl in his throat.

Inej looked down at herself, brows knitted, studying the blood on her trousers. “Bullet or two from a guard just shooting at shadows.” With her brief summary of events, she took her weight off the table, readying herself for the journey back into the wet.

Kaz felt a sinking in his chest at the thought of her walking away from him, even if it was just to her apartment, and he hated himself for it. Now especially with her covered in blood, he couldn’t stomach the thought of her leaving. Without meaning to, he had taken himself back to before she had left.

It had been Inej’s last night before heading to sea when they had tried to pretend they were normal, that there wasn’t still so much between them. Kaz sat next to her on his bed, bad leg out in front of him, avoiding her gaze.

“We don’t have to do this at all.”

But he did. Kaz had to prove that he had come further than this. I can best this…

When she set sail the next morning, the feeling of failure settled deep within him, right beside the feeling that this time, he may never get her back from the sea.

Now, he couldn’t help but stop her. “Inej-” he began.

She turned, her hand resting on the doors heavy handle.

He made up the steps between them to stand beside her. Kaz forced himself to give any semblance of explanation, knowing that he’d promised to give her what she deserved and knowing that he was currently failing. “Let me walk with you.”

Inej nodded, dropping her hand as Kaz unlocked the door and opened it for her. He felt awkward, and quite frankly stupid; opening it as if she was some pretty girl that couldn’t handle the difference between whether to push or pull. She strided through anyway and he followed, silently cursing himself and hoping the grimace on his face looked normal for his temperament. Once they’d made it to the street, she slowed to walk beside him.

At first, neither of them spoke. Then, in her gentle and hushed tone, perhaps to avoid his inevitable questions about her evening, “Am I getting a personal escort through the Barrel?”

Kaz needn’t look down to feel the smile in her voice. “Is that what you’d prefer to call it?”

“It isn’t exactly an evening stroll down the canal, is it?”

“I suppose not.” He cringed at the sound of his own rasp, smashing against the lift of her voice like waves against stone. Though from what he could tell, she didn’t do the same. Inej only shrugged, tugging her hood forward against the drizzle.

“I only meant that I should feel lucky to get the King of the Barrel to myself for the night.”

Kaz thought he might keel over. “I am a busy man, but I still find time to survey my kingdom.”

Inej only rolled her eyes and kept her gaze straight forward. A moment of silence nestled between them, leaving only the sound off the East Stave hanging in the air. After fighting with himself for what seemed like far too long, his gaze settled atop her.

“Yes?”

Kaz swallowed hard, “Did you miss Ketterdam?” Did you miss me?

She considered his question, and to him, the silence stretched through the air like a rubber band about to break.

“I did. More than I thought I would.” Inej finally relented. Her voice had drifted to a somber place, a quiet stillness replacing the humor she’d had minutes before.

They had turned down a back alley, the darkness consuming them in sore contrast to the dazzling lights of the Stave. Their footsteps echoed in a syncopated rhythm, his awkward gait and cane paired with her near-soundless steps.

Maybe it was the high of having her back, walking next to him through Ketterdam as they’d done so many times before, but he hadn’t realized the direction they’d been walking. They approached the Slat, its crooked frame jutting out from the foundation at a welcoming tilt. He glanced down to Inej once more, watching as she took in the building, trying to see it through her eyes, as he wished to see much of the world.

“Is the Captain afraid of her old nest?”

If he had intended it as a jab, she didn’t take it as such. Inej shook her head once, “It just feels like home…”

She moved before he did, taking a deep breath of the stale air inside as she stepped through the threshold. There was movement, as there always was, but the Slat was quiet this time of night and Kaz was thankful. It meant that, selfishly, he could keep Inej upstairs and to himself for as long as he could come up with things to talk about. Perhaps they’d even sit on his bed and she would allow him to make up for the last time they’d found themselves there.

Kaz marveled at her as she took the creaky stairs ahead of him, the steps creaking beneath his weight after seemingly not registering her. His eyes once again wandered to the blood stains that covered her. He felt a hair-pin trigger go off in his chest and suddenly, there was anger.

Stop that. She isn’t yours to save.

Inej waited for him to open the door, sidestepping as they both now stood on the landing. If Kaz hadn’t just been studying her, he might have missed her change in demeanor and the way she shifted her weight to the wall behind her.

“Inej.”

“Hm?”

Kaz attempted to even his tone. “How bad are they?”

“What?”

His voice sounded like stones grinding against one another, “The bullet wounds.”

She shrugged but he could see the stress of the evening in her features. Her limbs seemed heavy and her eyelids fought to open with every blink. With a shove, Kaz unlocked his office door, forcing the warped wood open and, without hesitation, Inej followed him in, taking in the room as she clicked the locks back into place.

He leaned his cane against the makeshift desk and shucked his gloves off as he approached the cabinet beneath his wash basin, digging through its drawers for gauze and shears. Behind him, he heard the familiar creak of his window opening. The smell of rain against the cobblestones wafted toward him.

“Your window seat has felt neglected. Your crows too.”

“Does that mean you stopped feeding them while I was gone?”

No. They reminded me of you. I couldn’t let another piece of you go. “They’re scavengers. I’m sure they managed.”

It was then that Kaz turned to see her standing by his bed. Inej looked up, her cheeks flushing red like she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t have been. He only walked over, setting the bandages on the thin mattress. “So I don’t have to find a heartrender for you.”

“They really aren’t that bad-”

“You’ve bled through your clothes. They’re bad enough.”

Inej cleared her throat as she began removing layers of knives and clothes. Kaz’s eyes roved over her, the pounding in his chest growing louder. He hated it.

Her arms and shoulders were covered in fresh scars, some of them still red and scabbed, and the bruises on her ribs were still deep purple.

“Slavers don’t give up their cargo easily.” Inej’s voice came out with caution, as if she was waiting to see his reaction.

His gaze met hers, voice carving into the air like a rusted blade. “Where are they all now?”

“Dead.”

A sense of pride cracked through him as a rare smile settled on his lips. Kaz nodded. “Good.”

She picked up a strip of bandage, wrapping it around the bullet wound on her bicep, silence filling the space between them. Inej didn’t need to look up to feel the weight of his eyes on her. A flush crept to the tops of her ears. “I didn’t want you to see.”

It was rare for Kaz Brekker to be confused and yet, here he was.

“I thought you might kill someone. Or start to doubt that I could handle myself.”

“I could never doubt you. Only a fool would.” It was only after he said it that he realized it had been aloud.

Inej tied off the bandage then glanced down to the blood on her pants.

“I can-”

“No.” She said, finally making eye contact with him again. “Stay.”

For his sake and hers, Kaz turned his head to avoid staring as she shimmied out of the bloodied fabric.

She sat on the edge of the bed and poked around for any bullet fragments, the muscles in her thigh tensing, the dried blood on her skin looking black. Inej was just as strong as ever; all her limbs built of corded muscle coated in the lithe grace of an acrobat, just as he remembered. Despite his better judgement, Kaz took a long look at her.

It’s shame that eats men whole. He could feel it gnawing at him as he attempted to push away the image of her bare thighs against his sheets.

“Kaz, can you-?” She nodded to the scissors, her hands stuck at an awkward angle around her leg, the apprehension on her face clear.

He picked them up and took a deep breath before sitting down beside her. When he leaned over, he was careful not to touch her. Her breath stirred the hair on the back of his neck. One turn of his head and their lips would have been inches apart. This reminded him far too much of the hotel washroom; he only hoped it would end better.

Kaz cut the bandage gently, taking the end from her and tying it, his knuckles grazing against her skin. Panic hit him before anything else, afraid he had overstepped. It took him a moment to realize there was no revulsion roiling through him.

“Inej-”

“It’s alright… Thank you.”

He nodded, grabbing what was left of the bandages and the shears and placing them on top of his dresser. Then he opened one of his drawers, rummaging through the mess of clothes until he found what he had been looking for.

Kaz handed her a pair of cotton sleep trousers. “I can’t imagine yours are salvageable.”

Inej smiled, sliding them over her legs. They were huge on her. And though they hadn’t discussed her sleeping arrangements for the evening, it appeared she would be staying there.

He sat back down, staring at his bare hands; the hands that had just graced her without trouble or hesitation. She reached over, threading her fingers through his, and studied him, watching for the shift. But it never came.

“Will you lay with me?”

At that, he looked up.

In front of him was a girl who deserved so much more than Dirtyhands. A girl who made the sea cower and made the sun look dull. A girl who could have done anything she wished in life with ease and grace. And yet- she was sat in his bed, holding his hand, and patiently waiting for the semblances of affection he could provide.

Kaz felt himself nod.

She pushed herself back until she was against the wooden headboard. They both moved slowly, carefully placing their limbs so there was no overlap.

Then, he was laying beside her; both of their heads turned to study each other.

“Thank you.” Inej’s voice nearly a whisper.

The minutes stretched into hours, and Kaz lay listening to her breathing. I will have you without armor.

Well after twelve bells, the cadence of sleep seemed to grab hold of him, weighing heavy on his body. As his eyes drifted shut, he hoped that there would be more nights like this: nights with Inej close by his side and stillness in his mind.

He reached for her hand in the dark and promised he would not let go come morning. He would never let go of her again.

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poptod · 3 years

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Nobody Knows What I See (Gerard Way x Reader)

Description: You and Gerard chose the wrong house to burgle.

Notes: i know this isnt my usual thing but this is my halloween fic for the year! this is based off ‘harvey’ by hers, the music video specifically, which you can find here! i love this song so fucking much, i hope this fic is okay too. its not necessarily an x reader, mostly a ‘with reader’ kind of thing and as always, gender neutral WC: 2.4k

"This is... not a good idea," you chuckled, leaning over Gerard's shoulder.

"Don't worry about it, we'll just smoke a bunch of pot before we go over there," he said as he scrolled down the search images.

"Oh, yeah, that'll be real helpful when we get pulled over by the cops," you said.

You punched him in the shoulder––mostly shoved him–-and he laughed, his pale face turning a bright red as his shoulders tightened. His black sweatshirt, which was too old and ratty to be soft anymore, seemed cozier than anything on him when he laughed.

"It'll calm you down. Besides, the pigs aren't gonna show," he said, waving a dismissing hand. "This house is way off in the countryside."

Halloween night was soon approaching, and that meant indulging in something a little special and illegal. It wasn't something you did often, but it was often enough to build a good little routine, which aided you in staying beneath the police's radar.

You and Gerard––and his band––would play a show at a seedy bar, somewhere with lots of energy, then leave to don dark clothes. This Halloween, this evening, the crowd still cheered as you left the stage, your shoulders aching from the weight of a guitar. Your outfits were already waiting for you, and thus it was only a matter of seconds before your black hat was secured upon your head. Just in front of you, Gerard pulled his ski mask over his head, situating the holes on his features before turning to you with a smile.

Music continued to echo and play in your head as you bid your good-bye's to Gerard's band, distracting them while Gerard packed up the car with the proper materials. His band was more a temporary thing than anything, the drum player a little too loud, and the bassist a little too clumsy, but they did fine for now. They were not, however, privy to yours and Gerard's after-performance activities.

He was already in the drivers' seat when you sidled into the car, and the two of you smiled at each other before he reeled out of the parking lot and down the road. City towers turned to wild pillars of trees, their branches and vines entangling together to block out the full moon shining above, which was already dimmed by the foggy cloud cover. Gerard's music––composed mostly of the Misfits and Smashing Pumpkins––blared from the car's fuzzy speakers, the sharp static soothed by wind rushing past the open windows.

"I thought we were gonna get high before this," you yelled above the wind, rolling your head over to look at him with a dizzy smile.

"Check the – the compartment," he said, reaching blindly over to tap the compartment in front of you as he attempted to keep his eyes on the road.

You pulled the tab, allowing the door to clunk open onto your knees. Fortunately, you'd done the same thing many times before, and already knew it was happening, allowing you to reach in and pull out the joint and lighter without hesitation.

"To good times," you said before balancing the joint between your lips and clicking the lighter to life.

"And a spooky Halloween," Gerard added as you inhaled.

"Hopefully so, my friend," you said, smoke escaping with your words.

The two of you parked a little while away, just far enough to not be seen from the house, but close enough that you could make it back for a quick escape. Clouds that were blurring the moon now glided across the thick, green grass and fallen leaves, leaving curls of fog with your every footstep disturbing the quiet air.

Gerard kept close to you as the house came into view, the wood and stone towers standing out against the groves of trees. Just as it was shown on the computer, the house was styled with a dull, Victorian taste painted over in greys and whites. None of the lights appeared to be on inside.

You jogged up the porch steps and knelt down at the door, silently opening your bag and sliding out your lock-picking tools. For a minute the two of you fretted over the lock, until Gerard simply pushed the door and it opened.

The two of you sent each other looks but then shrugged. You packed up your things and headed inside.

An eerie quiet lingered inside the house, as though it were vacant of life, warmed only by ratty rugs. The large windows had the curtains drawn, but the curtains were so worn and thin that they barely hid the inside or the outside. Instantly the two of you were drawn to a staircase spiralling up the walls of the square room, and so the two of you climbed it, ignorant to the darkened figure standing in a vacant, well-lit space beside the door.

Several different paths beckoned you. Gerard led you in that direction and you stayed close behind, helping to silently push one of the doors open with your crowbar, only to be met with the back of someone’s head.

They were slumped against a mattress that’d been set on the floor. The two of you sucked in sharp, audible breaths, which only led to you staring wide-eyed at one another, wondering if you'd already been discovered.

But the man didn't move, and the small, boxy television playing static in front of him didn't change. His hair was incredibly curly and somewhat unkempt, almost forming an afro. The many plates around him still had bits of food on them, a good deal of them smelling quite awful.

You both pulled yourselves out of there at a moment's notice. The smiles you gave each other were painfully nervous, your eyes wide with a mix of adrenaline and excitement on your grin.

The next hallway had working lights, revealing the yellow and green walls decorated with cracks and peels in the paint.

"Too fucking close," he whispered in your ear, and you nodded, biting into your lower lip.

In the shivering cold of the house, you could feel Gerard's heat on your hands as he led the way.

He knelt in front of another door, fiddling with the lock until you pushed it open, revealing an unlocked bathroom. You frowned, but your expression was immediately wiped back to fear when you noted another man sitting fully clothed in the bathtub. His eyes were closed and he was submerged in the water. Gerard glanced up at you with a quirked brow, but you could offer little more than a shrug.

As you both turned back to the man in the tub, however, his eyes fell open, revealing entirely white, glazed eyes. You jumped back, stumbling over yourself as Gerard yanked himself out of the bathroom, quickly and quietly slamming the door with shaking hands.

Once the door was shut, you fled to each other, pulling yourselves into a tight hug where Gerard tucked your head against his chest, his muscles as tense as yours.

"What the fuck," you mouthed, just barely allowing air to pass through your lips.

"It's okay, he's probably just dead," he said as he pulled away from you.

"That's not comforting, Gee," you hissed.

"Yeah I noticed that once I said it out loud," he said in a hasty mumble.

You kept even closer together after that, your hands constantly brushing over each other as you continued down the hall. The music that had been repeating in your head over and over again since the car ride appeared to grow louder, more realistic and defined, though you chocked that up to your high. It still did its' job of unsettling you, however, and you were left even jumpier than before.

Without fully realizing, you began to hum along with it.

Nobody knows what I see

Everything thinks I'm crazy,

crazy for you, oh boy

None of the doors in the house appeared to be locked, a fact you realized as you easily pushed open yet another door that you both thought was sealed. The windows within were allowing moonlight to spill through the haze, a haze you immediately recognized to be cigarette smoke. Waves of it virtually rolled over both of you, causing you to wince and miss the main show for only a moment––yet another younger man slouched on a lone chair within the room.

There must've been at least ten cigarettes hanging out of various areas of his head, partially shielding his dead, grey eyes. Two were sticking out of his ear, two in his mouth, one up his nose, and several stuck in his tangled hair. The smoke surrounding him nearly blurred out the scorpion tattoo on his neck. His jaw gaped downwards.

Your mouth fell open, a look of disgust twisting your lips.

He turned his head to you, the skin of his eyes heavy enough to pull away from the pink flesh, and his mouth hanging open lazily.

Gerard spat out some sort of curse as he tripped out of the doorway, tugging you with, and stealing you from the sight of the man's sudden, bright grin before you could see it. You stumbled with him, nearly falling over your own feet. Fortunately, Gerard managed to catch you, and you supported one another with trembling hearts and limbs.

You were almost reluctant to open the next door, so Gerard did it for you, this time staying on his feet for any quick chase. Despite your tendencies and usual hatred of cowardice you made yourself tiny behind Gerard, balancing your hands on his shoulders as you peeked over him.

A low, blue light swirled around the room as a wave-front of cold washed over you, making way for a room with more rotted curtains and at least twenty floating figures covered in white sheets, empty, black holes marking where the eyes would be. A mirror stood in the middle of the room, and it showed no evidence of the ghastly reflections. You let out a choked hum, smiling with wide, empty eyes as you slowly turned and left the doorway.

"Fun," you whispered.

"Super fun, now where's the fucking exit," Gerard hissed.

Under any other circumstance you would've laughed, but you found it harder to garner anything past a shocked smile. He was right––the halls twisted and the rooms seemed to change, leading you astray from the staircase.

“Gee,” you murmured, reaching forward to stop him with a hand on his bicep.

He paused, turning to meet your eye as you pressed yourself to his chest, a bright grin on your face.

“I’m still having fun,” you said. His seriousness immediately fell.

“That’s because you’re high,” he said with a soft laugh.

“That’s because I’m with you,” you corrected, poking him in the chest.

He blushed and shook his head, pushing you and your smile away to continue through the hallways.

As you wandered disoriented about the house, you finally came across a room that was empty, boasting only wide windows flanked by moth-eaten curtains and floors with their plating cracked and disorganized. Your fingers left condensation on the windows when you went to look outside, and your gaze drifted from the green, fog-filled treetops and down into the grass, eventually recognizing two musicians playing the song that had been repeating in your head.

Your brow furrowed. The two seemed to be enjoying themselves, swaying to the soft, swinging music until they went into a dead stop, staring up at you and Gerard.

It was you.

Before you could fully think about it, you jerked away from the window, falling back into the shadows.

You just saw yourself a floor below you, dressed in a black and white suit and playing an acoustic bass. A duplicate of Gerard was there, too, wearing similar clothes and plucking at a guitar, his hair neat and pulled back. Nothing like the Gerard next to you, who had landed on his ass after tripping over his own feet.

"You alright, sugar?" Gerard asked, keeping his words low but clear as he offered you his hand. You took it and allowed him to pull you to your feet.

"Peachy," you said in a strained voice.

Your footsteps jostled you with your own haste as you marched down the next hallway, opening the nearest door to find your duplicates standing at the other end of the next hallway, discussing something quietly until you came along.

The second you made a noise they turned and began to approach you, causing you to turn tail and run. Gerard didn't need you pushing his back to get him to run, but you did anyway, and in your terrified rush you finally found the stairway again.

The two of you hid behind the stairway from the loud music now surrounding you, but as you peeked around the corner, you found nothing but smiles and cheering down the stairs and––and a cake.

A cake?

You stood slowly, motioning silently for Gerard to follow. He seemed less willing than you, but confusion flooded his expression quickly as you made your way down the stairs, spotting each and every character you'd already seen in the house now in the drawing room.

The musicians––your duplicates––were holding the cake, iced pink and decorated with an arch of tiny candles. Several ghost figures were scattered throughout the crowd, along with the curly-haired man who'd been sitting in front of the television, and the man with a scorpion neck tattoo. He still had cigarettes sticking out of his ears, nose, and hair, but he kept up much the same celebration spirit as the others.

You and Gerard laughed awkwardly as you descended to the floor, waving and smiling crookedly. They all seemed so happy, congratulating you for something, and introducing themselves.

"This is wonderful, my name's Frank!" said the cigarette man, patting you on the back as you passed by. You chuckled weakly, noting long, sharp fangs protruding from his pale expression.

"I'm Ray, it’s good to see you here!" said the curly-haired man, his hands clasped in front of his chest in a praying motion.

"Welcome to the family!" called many others, grinning and patting you on the back.

Gerard glanced to you with 'what-the-fuck' eyes. You just laughed awkwardly, again, and shoved the both of you out the front door.

With your arms slung around each other, you happily left the house through overgrown fields of grass, laughing and touching one another with open palms. By now, the sun was illuminating the clouds with a faint, white glow, marking the coming of day. You didn't find anything of value inside the house––or really anything at all––but Halloween was over, and thus so was your crime spree, returning you to your happy lives.

Until, mere days later, sunlight started burning a little more than it should have, and you didn't find yourself hungry for food...

#gerard way x reader #gerard way #mcr #my chemical romance #frank iero

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The Man From U.N.C.L.E. Preferences - Jealousy

Napoleon Solo:

When Napoleon gets jealous it’s hard to tell, he hides it well. He deals with everything like a mission and hates when his ego is tested, for example, other men flirting with his girl. Even though he’s jealous he doesn’t show it, he sees that as showing weakness to the enemy, and he simply doesn’t want to give you the satisfaction. This man’s charming, smooth persona really can’t be cracked. After being with him long enough you figure out his jealousy tells. Still, even a jealous Napoleon is smooth as hell. He often steals wallets from men who flirt with you, that way they can’t buy you a drink. He’ll then slip into your conversation offering to pay for your drink, embarrassing the man. It’s then he’ll pay with the guy’s money before slipping the wallet back into his pocket, sending you a playful wink. Another thing he does is stealing your jewelry, that he bought, throughout the night, and asking if you dropped it later. Just so he can interrupt your conversation.

“Can I buy you a drink?” The man asked, feeling around for his wallet, which he wouldn’t find. “I-I seem to have-“ “Here let me,” said a deep voice from behind you. You couldn’t stop from rolling your eyes. Napoleon pulled out money, that you’re sure isn’t his, and with a charming smile orders you a drink. The man’s shoulders slump. You can’t fight back your smile as Napoleon slips the wallet back into the man’s pocket, just before he walks away.

Illya Kuryakin:

When Illya gets jealous anything can happen. As of recently, he has been trying to control his jealousy and temper, because he knows it upsets you. However, even before you two started dating and at the beginning of your relationship, he didn’t try to control his rage. There were a lot of flipped tables, smashed glasses, and injured men. All it would take was for another man to look at you “the wrong way” and he would be pinned up against the wall, an angry Russian growling threats at him. Now he just watches the guy flirt, counting calmly in his head and trying to suppress the growing rage. He is working on it for you, but he can only control it to a point. If the man touches you at all Illya will burst, throwing a few punches to the man before grabbing your hand and leaving, which is pretty calm for a Russian spy. It’s not that Illya doesn’t trust you, he just doesn’t trust the world around you, especially other men.

“So much as glance at my woman again, and I will make you wish you hadn’t. And if I catch you even thinking about touching her I will snap your neck, without hesitation.” Illya dropped the man, who was gasping for air, to the floor, grabbing your hand and pulling you out.

Gaby Teller:

When Gaby gets jealous she can get pretty handsy, especially if she’s drunk. If she’s sober Gaby’s not as handsy. She normally will just come up and hold your hand or throw an arm around your waist. Sometimes, the men don’t get the hint and she’ll just straight up tell them to leave. However, when she’s drunk she doesn’t even use words to get them to leave, just her hands and mouth. It will start with kisses down your neck, hands wandering. If the man hasn’t left after that then she’ll simply shove him away, attacking your lips. She’s quite feisty and can be fairly possessive when others try to steal things that belong to her. Gaby can’t help but make sure others know your hers, she doesn’t like to share.

“There you are baby,” Gaby said, looking the man next to you dead in the eyes. “I’ve been looking for you.” She placed a hungry kiss on your lips, her hands exploring your body. “Would you look at the time, time for us to be in bed, I think,” she smirked. “Bye, bye.” Gaby waved to the guy, sending him a wink, before leading you out.

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arllenn · 3 years

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Hey there, I rarely check on Tumblr nowadays due to work and stuff but I've played Dragon Raja for a while now so if it's not too troubling, I would like to request a fic of MC giving Osho and the others a well deserved verbal smack down during the final showdown (the MC didn't blame the Gen siblings for what happened to them and managed to save Erii from Osho). Bonus if MC cut ties from everyone after the mission... Sorry, I'm a huge fan of angst.

Tags for this chapter: angst, violence, all bitter no sweet, respawn system gets abused for angst Tw: cannon typical violence, graphic-ish descriptions of death, blood, suicidal thoughts and almost actions, wounds and the like

You’re clutching yourself as you shake knees getting weaker by the second, hiccuping and heaving the flood of tears that decorates both your face and the street under you with the weight of your emotions are the only constant for you. You’re drowning in your own emotions, phantom pains of all of your recent deaths and revivals clawing at you demanding your attention, demanding your time. You’re hugging yourself trying to mimic the comforting action that you remember from your childhood. “Why isn’t it working.” You choke out sobbing harder as you grip your arms. It’s too tight yet not tight enough, your limbs responding to your pleas is a sign that you’re still alive yes, but, but this is, this isn’t what you want.... this isn’t what you want at all. Your nails are far sharper than you remember them they tore through the flesh of your arms lightly. You could feel Herzog’s claws ripping through your flesh as well, everything hurt, you want to go home, you want to go home, you want to go home.....

But you can’t. Everyone was dead, at one point Caesar had said that Black Swan Bay had sunken, so the actual land was probably gone too, nothing left to remember that place but you Zero and Z. God you wanted to see them right now, the area on your head that he had patted earlier seemed warm giving you a small amount of comfort but also dealing even more damage to your psyche. You wanted to go back to those warm days in your childhood when none of this was known to you. When you weren't running around matchmaking and doing everyone else's work while also getting nothing in return, not a thanks, not even a small indirect amount of appreciation or encouragement. Your legs buckled under you your arms reching out as if to grab onto something to stop you from falling. Your knees met with the ground violently scraping at the skin there. You can't breathe, you can't breathe, youcantbreatheyoucantbreatheyoucantbreatheyoucantbreathe, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, ithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurts, why is he doing this to you didn't he love you? That man, Herzog, had raised you. You had spent so much time at that orphanage, you were so happy. So why. whywhywhywhywhyhwhywhy. You recalled warm winter nights spent in front of the fireplace curled up with Zero on one side and Z on the other.

You remembered one day specifically. Back then you lot were young, so, so, so, young. You chuckled choking on your tears, that day Z and you had spent a solid hour arguing over who would run over to get Zero, that day it had started raining, then the rain had turned to hail mid hide and seek game. Z had found you moments before the storm started. You two ended up huddled under the ice bridge. The orphanage in sight but seeming miles away due to the storm. Zero had been caught first and had gone back to the courtyard as per the rules so she was probably fine. You needed one of you to go and get her so that she could bring back an umbrella for the other. Then you had heard it, the sound of thunder wolves nearby. Then Z, with no hesitation had, scooped you up put your head under one of the flaps or his jacket and ran back to the cottages. All while you could hear the heavy ‘thunk thunk thunk’ of wolf paws behind you. Looking back on it now those wolves were probably the result of Herzog’s experiments and not a naturally occurring species. The souring of your childhood memory made bile rise in your throat, the thought of looking at your early life through that lens rather than just christmas day made you want to scream. Z and Zero were so different from your seniors. If you had been with any of them back then you knew for a fact that they would’ve sent you to deal with the wolves, only coming in when you were a hairs breath away from dying.

But that hadn’t save you before, you can’t count how many times you’ve died sense meeting them. From your flesh being torn from your bones by death servitors to bleeding out in some nameless alleyway after being shot by hydra’s soldiers. You had also drowned at one point, that death had been the worst. You remembered clawing at the water begging for the chance to live once again, you remembered feeling your legs tear off after the submarine had exploded, you remembered reaching your mangled arms out, out, out towards the light that came from the surface of the water. You remember feeling the water force itself down your throat and into your lungs, it burns, it hurts, it burns, it hurts. You had been seeing flashes of reality as well as the last time you ended up in cold waters like those. It didn’t matter because in the end you had died. It never matters how hard you try, how many times you die, because you always end up failing.

You lay on the sidewalk screaming, there was no one nearby nor anything that you could hear other than the pounding of rain on the sidewalk and your own sobbing. Your hand burned with the new blood that flowed inside you. Your mind burned with the scars of the past that it never got to address, your heart burned with the open wounds this mission had left you with. You wanted to die right here, sink away into nothingness. Stay in the room with the grand piano and flowing waters. No one could bother you there, no one could make you do meaningless tasks without your say, there was no matchmaking, no pointless errands, no suicide missions, there was nobody but yourself there, just you, just you. Luminous wouldn’t be there to make you do his work, he wouldn’t be there swearing to be by your side to help you while simultaneously doing nothing at best and dragging you down at worst. There wouldn’t be a Caesar there to send you on every reconnaissance mission with no backup and no direction. Johann wouldn’t be there to demand information on your past like he had even earned the right to know it, like he didn’t need to earn that right because it should just be given to him. Just you in a place where no one could hurt you.

You looked up from the ground that you had been staring at, bringing your hands up to your neck you squeezed. It wouldn’t work in terms of killing you, you knew that, but it worked as an easy substitute, feeling the pressure of your own hands on your neck, the shortness if not complete lack of breath, the light headed feeling, it served as a less drastic solution for now.

“It’s great to see you all safe and sound!” Eva’s voice cut through the momentary peace that you had found, your hands reflexively letting go of your neck.

“Safe and sound?!” You repeated in disbelief, “What part of any of me seems to be safe and sound?” It felt like she was mocking you. The memories of Herzog’s claws slicing through your spine, through every part of you, flashed then the words ‘It’s great to see you all safe and sound!’ Played over them, those words were the last thing you wanted to hear right now. Why,why,why,why,why is your pain always ignored like this? Why is it always your job to make everything right? You can’t do this anymore! You won’t do this anymore.

Bringing your fist up you smashed at your communicator, “Cassell- will...turn th-this into- into no-nothing more th-th-th-then a dream for every- every- everyone” Eva’s voice though distorted still managed to snake its way out of the thing despite all the damage you had done to it.

"AGH, SHUT UP!" You yell slamming your fist down harder and harder, each time screaming, begging for her to "JUST SHUT UP" You're crying even harder now. The glass that made up the outer layer of the screen. The rest of her words came out broken and jumbled, and even if they hadn't been due to the damage your screaming and shouting would've drowned it out anyways. "STOP. TALKING. JUST. SHUT. UP."

"Caesar helping you to-to-to destroy- criminal underworld.... true story- believe." Your fist paused midair at those words. Caesar had helped to destroy the criminal underworld? That was the story that they were going with? Not even the whole team, just Caesar what kind of absolute bullshit was that. You had done 100 times more then the supposed hero of the story, hell Luminous had done more, fucking Erii had done more. So where did they get off on this- this- you didn't even have a word for it it was so stupid, so stupidly infuriating. Herzog had said that the people from Cassell had experimented on you, and while he wasn't one to be trusted you sure do feel so fucking dumb for defending them. At least Herzog had the common decency to put up an air of kindness. These people just treated you like a convenient tool, something to be used and dealt with as they pleased. Something that didn't need thanks or praise or a break because it was an object meant to be used and thrown away as they saw fit. "Re-re-re-return to takamagahara to say-say-say-say-saysay goodbye-bye-bye to-" Your fist swung down with overwhelming strength shattering the communicator completely. Broken pieces of metal and glass embedded themselves in your hand bringing a fiery pain that slowly destroyed all of you in its wake. You fell even further onto the concrete clutching your hands one in the other relishing a bit sickly in the pain that it brought. Your right palm glowed with the same light it first had when you had accepted Erii's blood. Then it started rejecting the pieces of metal and glass in both of your hands. Slowly pushing them out and healing the cuts instantly once they were out.

Chuckling you flipped over your hands looking at both perfectly healed sides. It was like you had never been hurt in the first place. You marvled at them, twisting them over and over again, bringing them to your neck once again you smiled and closed your eyes. You had no idea what you were. Had you always been like this? An undying freak with special powers? Had Herzog's experiments done this to you? It was obvious that your new healing ability came from Erii's and the light king's combined blood but what about everything else? Had you been born this way? Was it Herzog's half baked evolution pills? Had Cassell truly experimented on you? Z said you had the capability to become a dragon lord now, but what did that mean? What did that make you? Your chuckles turned into full of peels of laughter, your cheeks stinging at the feeling of both the semi dried tear tracks being pulled at as well as the force of your laughter. The peels of laughter soon mixed with pained sobs and you were once again back to crying. You weren't going to put up with this anymore. Dropping your hands you slowly stood up like a puppet on strings. Walking at a slow pace one second in between each step you started walking.

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Anjou is in one of the VIP rooms with a man dressed like a pastor. You don't care what they're talking about, stepping in front of the pastor you look over at him. He takes steps back on his own, unprompted, it's a first but then again you suppose that you probably look like the walking dead, and in a way you were, not to mention that you also felt like it. A lukewarm apathetic haze settled over your emotions as you looked down at Anjou. He's the second person you met after waking up, he's the whole reason you, a freshman at his wacky school that you hadn't even been asked if you wanted to join, were on this mission. How stupid is he? He had sent you, a person who had what he described as 'little control' over your extra skill and who had just woken up after a freeze bath in Siberia on this mission, an SS ranked one that he was hesitant to even send his best students on already. So why had he chosen you? Why did you have to die over and over for a cause you didn't understand and people you don't know. "Freshman." he nodded as though prompting you to speak. He never broke eye contact or even showed any emotions other than a laid back and relaxed expression. It pisses you off. Why is this old dingbat relaxing, kicking back and enjoying his time while your'e such a mess? He gestures for the priest to leave and he does. Leaning forward elbows on his knees he looks you up and down before going back to making eye contact. "What has you so worked up?"

You want to cry, its the closest you've gotten to an 'are you ok' sense waking up but at the same time you wanted no part of a wellness check led by the man in front of you. "Herzog said that Cassell College experimented on me. Is that true?" You can almost make out a hint of surprise in his eyes before he starts laughing. You bight your lips pulling them into your mouth in a desperate attempt to hold back your anger wanting to get your answer first before you rip him a new one.

"Goodness no, why would you ever believe anything that old snake had to say, and here I thought you were a once in a decade genius. I suppose that title still belongs to Johann then." You ball your hands into fists. Its more than obvious that he's making light of the situation. Didn't he know that you had been raised in Black Swan Bay? Didn't he know that Herzog, a man who you had trusted, had experimented on you? Is he incapable of connecting the dots between your trauma and your current situation combined with Herzog's words? No he did know, he knew and he still chose to make light of everything you had gone through. Insinuating if not blatantly saying that you were an idiot for believing that what happened to you once could happen again. Slamming your hand down on the table you levied on him the worst glare you could, the burning behind your eyes letting you know that you probably looked less menacing then you wanted to.

"Where the fuck do you get off saying something like that to me." It's phrased as a question but its really not. It's a challenge for Anjou to defend his words, one he unfortunately takes you up on.

"I understand that this whole mission and especially today has been taxing on your team but that doesn't mean you should and can snap at everyone like that freshman. Take sometime to cool off, go outside and talk to your seniors, hopefully they'll be able to reach you in ways I cannot." He's getting up to leave after his mini lecture, essentially passing you off to be someone else's problem but you wont let him leave that easily. Your hand grabs onto his forearm stopping him in his tracks. For a millisecond you consider punching him. Beating him over the head with one of the glasses on the table, but the part of your brain that still, despite everything, says that you ca't do that to him because he had pulled you out of Siberia's ice who knows how long ago says not to. And it wins.

"I'm not going to apologize for my language-" He cuts you off with a tut of his tongue, now you have no regrets for the words you planned on saying next. Letting go of his arm you continued. "I'm entitled to be angry when an asshole says asshole things. And I'm allowed to curse said asshole out however much I want." You step in front of the exit crossing your arms, you catch a momentary glimpse of your face in one of the metal outlinings of the wall as you do. You truly do look dead, eyes lifeless and lightless, face twisted into a painfully weak version of the you that you wanted to portray. You know that in this position you run the risk of your conversation leaking out of the room but honestly you don't care, like at all. At this point you want to just scream and cry your emotions out. But you can't because you don't want to, you don't want to be any weaker in front of anyone than you already are.

"Freshman-"

"I was raised by Dr. Herzog for so so many years and the whole time he was experimenting on me and everyone I knew. And-and-and you expect me to just trust you when you say that you didn't do anything. You expect me to rule that out as a possibility when you've given me no reason to, not in terms of character or proof. So why would you say that me believing that random strangers who I've known for less then a month and who I, if I'm being honest don't trust, experimenting on me is a dumb fear?" You clutch at your heart bunching up the cloth that protects it. "I just- do you see why thats dumb? Do you see why it makes no sense to me? One day I'm celebrating christmas as normal with my friends the next minute I'm smacked in the face with the fact that the man that I considered a father," you gag a bit on the word, "has been experimenting on me and everyone that I love, that he's been killing all of us as soon as we turn 18 because we wont survive to 22 because of his experiments? Finding out that he thought of us, children he had been raising for years as nothing more then science experiments who had outlived their uses. Do you have any idea how much that fucking hurt? I had to watch everyone die around me while I wasn't able to do anything! Zero even sacrificed her life to save me and I still ended up dying so many times anyways." You're clutching at yourself again, seeking comfort in the only arms that you can trust right now, your own. You're glaring down at the floor trying to blink the tears away. It doesn't work. You're basically two steps away from dry heaving and sobbing. Anjou reaches out his hand, most likely to guide you to sit down but you slap it away. "Don't fucking touch me. You sent me, a freshman who hadn't really even enrolled in your school or been given the choice to do so on a suicide mission with other students and no adult supervision from the college itself. I've died so many times sense waking up. It always hurts, it's never been painless, I've never been thanked and yet you expect me to just what- put my blind trust into you? I spent more time around Chime then I did you and he spent half of the time as Ruri Kazama."

'"Freshman you're hyperventilating you need to calm down."

"I WONT CALM DOWN" You're yelling now, its not the same kind of painful shouting that you had done earlier on the street, this is loud as well yes, but its from a frustrated sadness rather than a devastated anger. "Why did it have to be me? Weren't there other students you could've sent? Adults? Why did it have to be me? You had no reason to trust that I wouldn't kill the others. I had justwoken up and you decided that I was your best choice? You didn't tell me anything you just threw terms out and expected me to understand. You didn't even give me time alone to breathe let alone ask questions." Your chest is tight, you can feel each of your deaths, piercing pain of claws slicing through flesh, the burning heat of bullets, the singeing of fire, being torn to pieces. You can feel it all and it all hurts so much. You want it to stop, you need it to stop. You don't want to hear these people talk like they're your friends like they care anymore. It's all too much, you're almost sobbing now, curling in on yourself to try and mitigate any pain that may come.

"Newbie whats-"

You turn eyes catching onto Caesar, Johann, Luminous and Finger standing behind you. When did they get here, how much did they hear. It burns and it burns devouring everything in sight. All the memories that you have with them that you've been trying to view in a happy light, all of them crumble to the ground in front of you the moment you see them. "SHUT UP, USE MY NAME FOR ONCE WILL YOU?! NEWBIE DO THIS, FRESHMAN DO THAT, YOU HAVE NEVER EVEN ONCE USED MY NAME!" Full on sobbing you bulldoze through every thought that comes to mind yelling them out at the people surrounding you. "YOU'VE NEVER ONCE ASKED ME IF I WAS OK. YOU;VE NEVER ONCE SENT ANYONE WITH ME WHEN YOU SEND ME ON THOSE STUPID SUICIDE MISSIONS. I'M A FRESHMAN A NEWBIE YOU HAD NO REASON TO TRUST ME WITH ANY OF THIS. WHAT WOU;LD'VE HAPPENED IF I HAD DIED AND STAYED DEAD? WHAT WOULD'VE HAPPENED IF I HAD BEEN CAPTURED? WHAT THEN?" You clutch onto yourself harder, seeking even the smallest bit of comfort from the feeling. Your voice has lowered in volume, you no longer have the emotional or physical strength to do anything other than keep your voice above a whisper. "Do you lot remember when Ruri had specifically said that even two of us couldn't handle Herzog alone? And yet you still thought that it would be a good idea to send me up alone, acting like you were tough for taking care of the death servitors at the entrance." You sigh, there are so many other examples you could go through but you also don't want to be here any longer. "What about you Luminous? I get that you had to watch Erii, but making me do everything and anything you could think of by myself while knowing that Johann and Caesar were constantly sending me on missions as well? You even complained that I took too long to do things. Maybe if you did something for yourself for once instead of just saying that you will then running away and hiding like a coward these things wouldn't happen. Maybe then Erii, Chisei and Chime would still be alive and I wouldn't have to deal with- with this fucking guilt!"

"Look I'm sorry about the Erii thing but listen, we had no idea you were feeling like this. You should've come to us-" Finger is trying to mediate, trying to comfort you, but it only makes things worse.

"And how could I have," You croak out, "How could I have trusted that you would listen, that I would get a break? You never even presented the option for me to have any kind of choice in how I carried out my missions let alone not do them at all. I had nothing I still have nothing. I'm presumed dead at best and no longer exist at worst in terms of my original legal documents. And even if I had access to them I'm still 20 years younger then I'm supposed to be." With a watery chuckle you continue, "Even if I did tell you if I was thrown away I wouldn't have any papers to do anything, to get a job, to live a life, I'm completely reliant on the college for everything. Not to mention the fact that I know nothing about the world. If Cassell had deemed me" You shudder at the word "a failure, then I would've had nothing, not information on the world at current, not even an identity." You shake your head walking in between them and towards the exit. "I don't care I'm not doing this anymore. Find some other freshman to be you dog."

You walked out and onto the streets of Tokyo. You glanced back once lamenting the fact that you hadn't gotten to say goodbye to Zero. You turned away glancing in the direction of the convenience store that Luminous would always make you go to to buy Erii's milk. You trudged down the streets of Tokyo back to that place. Hopefully you can buy paper and a pen to leave her a note with what little money you have.

The bell on the store door jingled when you opened it. The man was standing behind the counter as he always was. You're experience with father figures have been lack luster this far but you've always thought that this man gave off the air of one. It made you relax, seeing someone that while familiar wasn't from the orphanage or Cassell. He looked up at you wearing that same smile that he always did. You knew it wasn't for you specifically but rather something that he probably gave all of his costumers but still it made you feel a bit warm inside.

"Hey kiddo you look a bit rough, everything ok?" You take a few steps forward and nod a bit

"I think it will be now. Or at least I hope so." He hums and nods his head at your answer deciding not to pry, a decision you appreciate.

"So then you here for the usual?" You look back at him and glance around the store, you don't see paper or pens of any sort. It's a bit of a let down but you suppose asking wouldn't hurt.

"Ah no actually," Your voice is still raw, and a bit choked up from all the crying and yelling that you did earlier, you hope you don't sound weird." "Do you sell like, um... paper and pens or something like that? I want to write a note to a friend before I leave."

He scratches at his chin mumbling under his breath as he thinks for a few seconds before getting up and going around the store coming back with a bottle of warm milk in hand. He then returns to his spot behind the counter pulling a note pad and pen out from under it. He places the milk next to the writing utensils and pushes them towards you. "Here, milks on the house, I don't sell paper or anything but feel free to use that and leave the note with me. I'll give it to your friend."

You give him a small smile. It's all that you can manage right now. Your eyes burn with tears again. "Thanks, my friends name is Zero she's blonde has blue eyes and is about," you place your hand were Zero's head is about as accurately as you can, "This tall. She has a flat affect and seems kinda emotionless but she really is a sweet girl. Um, her hairs long and she has a big black bow tying it back." The man nods his head repeating your description back to you. After gaining conformation he sticks his thumb up and takes the letter from you promising to hand it to her the moment she walks through the doors of his shop. You thank him one last time and promise to come back there if you're ever in trouble before leaving.

As you walk through Tokyo's streets aimlessly, you repeat the words in your letter, speaking them into the rain. "I hope that we can meet again in a more peaceful time, preferably away from the bay and Cassell as I don't have the best impression of them. With lots of love, your best friend..." You laugh a bit, your words were supposed to be a parody of what Z said to you. You think its fitting for a farewell letter.

You meld into the raindrops after looking back one last time.

#me when respawn #dragon raja #dragon raja mc #caesar gattuso #johann chu #luminous lu #finger von frings #fanfic #writing #major character death #but they dont stay dead #its just alluded to #angst #hurt no comfort

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2-cute-4-school · 4 years

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𝘕𝘊𝘛 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 : 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴

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Genre : fluffy comedy

Trigger warning : swearing, suggestive teenage jokes??

Word count : 1.4K words

Mark Lee

swears for sure, loud and proud

“fUCK”

“Mark, there are kids around!”

chenji snickering in the background

“oh jeez, y/n, thank you for your worry, my dear, I’m fine it’s not like you left me without heirs”

“your watermelons are in the kitchen tho”

(╬ಠ益ಠ)

he sulks in a corner for the next half an hour until you come up to him and cuddle up to his side, nuzzling your head in his shoulder as you smile up at him with puppy eyes

“come on, baby, you know i didn’t mean to hurt you” (๑◕︵◕๑)

mark groans, knowing he couldn’t stand that cute face of yours

“it still hurt” that pout of his hURTS

your smile turns smug as you lay a teasing hand on his upper thigh

“want me to kiss it better?” (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

（＊〇□〇）…. ！

“Y/N NO-” *cultural shock*

he wouldn’t say no later after everyone else went to sleep oops ◑.◑

Huang Renjun

4 words

scared for your life

i mean he’s cute but he also wouldn’t hesitate to kill (҂⌣̀_⌣́)

so you take your chance while he’s still doubled over, covering his friend

“okay so it’s been a pleasure but now i gOTTA GO bYE-” (*/∇＼*)

you don’t even get to step outta the door

he locks you in a headlock quite gently since you’re still his baby and drags you back inside

“prepare a nice coffin” “hyuck you’re not helping-!!”

renjun just rolls his eyes and shoots haechan THAT look

haechan’s future grandchildren just felt a shiver run up their spines

n e way renjun just *leads* the way to his room and closes the door after you

and that’s the last anyone has ever seen of you (⌣_⌣”)

*jk jk* kinda

but as soon as he releases you, puppy eyes kick in as you turn around and cling onto his shirt, a pout painted on your already ⁞ ✪ ⌂ ✪ ⁞ face

but renjun just chuckles and ruffles your hair fondly

so you’re like “hUH, do i get to live another day?”

“you’re so cute, baby”

you let out a relieved breath, until his face darkens (╬☉д⊙)⊰⊹ฺ

“but if there’s a next time, I won’t hesitate to end you”

ゞ◎Д◎ヾ “yes sir”

Lee Jeno

you stare at him with wide eyes as he slides onto his knees, head bowed as he holds his private thingies

you sputter once you realize where your knee landed and extend your hands towards him shakily

“J-Jeno, are you alright... ?”

he raises his head and look you in the eyes with that sweet eye-smile of his that could melt anyone

“i’m gonna die” (　◠ ◡ ◠　)

“oh my God” ฅ=͟͟͞͞((꒪∆꒪;)ฅ

so now you’re left scrambling around like a headless chicken

and jeno just watched you somewhat amused, forgetting all about his pain until you grip your phone in your hand

“i’m calling for an ambulance”

“Y/N NO WAIT STOP” ( ꒪Д꒪)ノ

and now you’re wrestling over the phone as he tried to snatch it out of your hand and you try to take it back

“why the hell would you call the ambuance?!”

“you’re hurt!!”

“and what are you gonna tell them??”

“that i frickin smashed my boyfriend’s dick!!!”

cue jeno reddening more than it should be humanly possible (๑꒪⍘꒪๑)

“y/n that sounded so wrong, i’m never scaring you like this again”

Lee Haechan

so we all know he’s a drama queen

so he will surely dramatically fall to his knees and whine

ofc when you see his glistening eyes you crouch beside him and start fretting because come on, who can resist baby hyuck

but while you coddle him, you catch a glimpse of his smug smile

oh so you think you’re slick hyuck? think twice (stan twice)

so you muster the most innocent voice you can come up with

“oh no, baby, i’m so sorry!!”

“is this how you show your love for me?!?!” (ᗒᗩᗕ)՞

“i’m so so sorry, let me try that deep tissue massage i learned, maybe it’ll help” *deep tissue massages hurt like a bitch*

his face suddenly turns scared as it should-

“wait wait no-” (‘﹏*๑)

“we should ice it afterwards!!”

his soul surely left his body

“y/n wait please, i was just-”

“actually, mark taught me about that message so i should ask him to do it for you, right?....hyuck?”

soulless starring into a painfully embarrassing abyss of deep tissue massages and ice on his bruised di-

“i’d rather cut it off”

“it can be done” (￣ω￣)

Na Jaemin

he loves you

but he also loves his future children

who are crying right now

“i know i said jisung is my child already, but i’d still like to have my own you know” (x_x☆

“i said i’m sorry, don’t be dramatic now”

*GASP* “YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT ME!!”

you rolled your eyes so far back that they greeted your lonely last braincell

“is it that obvious?”

*GASP*x2 “i knew it!! i have been raising a bunch of hooligans all this time!!!”

*cue dramatic crying* (੭ ˃̣̣̥ ㅂ˂̣̣̥)੭ु

but since he’s just too cute for anyone to resist, you cuddle and spoil him for the rest of the day

he feels that it is only fair to receive hugs and kisses on demand since you ‘put him through so much suffering’ (his words not yours)

and because you love him too much for your own good you give him whatever he wants

that’s how you ended up curled on the couch, limbs entangled with Jaemin’s and him nuzzling lovingly into you

“give me a kiss”

you roll your eyes *smooch*

“tell me how much you love me”

you roll your eyes x2 “sooo much, jaemin, so much”

“only that much?”

“careful or my elbow might slip again” (;¬_¬)

“sorry sorry” (′ʘ⌄ʘ‵)

Zhong Chenle

he tries to play it off pt.1

because this baby is trying to seem less baby and show of his manly side to you ( ͝° ͜ʖ͡°)ᕤ

but of course he’s still baby

so he straightens up as fast as he can and continues on with his business, trying to keep a straight face despite the obvious discomfort

“babe, i’m so sorry- “

“it’s alright, it didn’t even hurt”

you raised an eyebrow once you saw his clenched jaw, realizing what he was trying to do

“oh it didn’t?”

“nope, not at all”

“oh then next time i’ll make sure to not hold back”

“huh? next time?” ⊙﹏⊙

“well it’ll probably happen since i won’t have to be careful because it clearly doesn’t hurt”

he laughed awkwardly, turning to face you

“now now, y/n, let’s not get ahead of ourselves haha”

“come on, baby, hiding your hurt from me doesn’t make you any higher in my eyes. come here”

you cupped his face in your hands, squeezing his cheeks cutely as he stared in your eyes with a pout, his hands sneaking around your waist

“but i’m only your baby, alright?”

“that’s right, and the cutest one at that”

*beep* *cue wide eyed jisung giggling from behind his recording phone*

“yAH PARK JISUNG, YOU BRAT, COME HERE OR I’LL CUT OFF YOUR PINKY SIZED WILLY!!!” (ﾉꐦ ⊙曲ఠ)ﾉ彡┻━┻

Park Jisung

he tries to play it off pt.2

but mostly because he’s embarrassed

so you trail after his retreating shaky form, face burning from the awkwardly loud shriek he let out once you accidentally hit him while you apologize continuously

“it’s okay, i’m fine, i’m pretty sure that hit numbed it”

“jisung, i’m not sure that’s how it works”

“oh my God, what if it’ll be numb forever? what if my supposedly future spawns are doomed?!” (๑⊙ﾛ⊙๑)

“okay first of all don’t call your future children ‘spawns’, that’s just weird”

“well, i’m sorry, but i think we have a much BIGGER problem right now”

“well, i wouldn’t necessarily say bigger, but- “

jisung.exe has unexpectedly shut down ~ restarting...

“Y/N, IT’S REALLY NOT THE TIME FOR THESE JOKES”

“sorry sorry”

you lay a gentle hand on his back, guiding him to the nearest chair, your eyes and voice as soft as they can get

“maybe you should sit down before you pass out, jisung”

“pass out? nah, no, i’m fine, it’s fine, we’re gonna be fine, i have faith in my buddy, everything’s gonna be JUST fine, oh my God, i think i’ll pass out” ヽ(;ﾟ;∀;ﾟ; )ﾉ

he calmed down after some kisses and lots of reassurance that his future ‘spawns’ are safe

~requests are always open so don’t hesitate to hit me up with whatever you’d like, a little prompt list here to inspire you just in case~

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rebelrebels · 3 years

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chapter four of everdramalore: coney island/liability.

if i can't relate to you anymore, then who am i related to? / and i'm sitting on a bench in coney island wondering where did my baby go — he don't wanna know me, said he made the big mistake of dancing in my storm

you're laid down on your back on the couch, throwing a red ball up and down at the ceiling mindlessly.

"y/n, you're driving me crazy. go outside and play with your friends or go get high or whatever the fuck you do." your mom chops a carrot, knife clacking against the wooden cutting board loudly.

you roll off the couch and get up from the carpet floor with a soft oof without another sound or word.

you sneak a pack of your mom's cigarettes from the nightstand near the front door into one of your cardigan's pockets. she doesn't notice so you walk out the door coolly, hands in pockets.

you always kept a lighter in one of your pockets. you wore the same cardigan day after day after day.

but today, you wore a white one instead of black. timothée noticed even from afar.

you went to the park and sat on one of the swings in the swingset. you light a cigarette and smoke in silence. you close your eyes.

"i like you, y/n! stop pushing me away!"

"sabrina, i told you, i don't like you back! please just leave me alone! i've told you a million times!" you attempt to close the door but she puts her foot in between.

"sabrina. it's like you're a stalker and it's getting annoying and somewhat creepy. i've tried telling you in the nicest way possible but this...has gotten kind of, no very, out of control. so, please leave."

you open your eyes.

you sigh when you realize you're still sitting on a swing in the cold, windy weather with clumps of snow scattered around the ground and a half burnt out cigarette in your hand.

you throw it on the floor and stomp on it, putting it out.

you close your eyes again.

"dad!"

"y/n..."

you try to unbuckle your seatbelt but it's jammed. you start screaming for help, but the screams are too weak. you look out the smashed window and see the car that hit your dad's was similar to your older brother's.

"dad! are you okay?"

there's no answer.

blood trickles down the side of your head. you close your eyes when you hear sirens approaching. you can't hear your breathing or your dad's breathing anymore. or your heart rate. you're finally at peace.

the next memory comes into focus.

you see your mom pouring out wine for herself and crying silently at the kitchen counter. you don't remember the last time your mom ever drank or smoked. you just tuck yourself into bed and turn off the light.

you open your eyes and see you're under your covers in your bed inside your home.

you're confused. how did you get here? you were at the park. but you don't read into it too much.

you leave home again. you guess your mom is probably at work.

you see timothée sitting on the sidewalk with a glass bottle of amber liquid at his side. you sit next to him.

"i didn't know you drink."

he scoffs. "i didn't."

"well, whiskey won't make you feel better." you deadpan.

"it already has."

comfortable silence follows shortly after.

"did you break into my house and tuck me into bed?"

"when you put it that way, no. but it was hard to ignore you passed out on a swing and crying." he offers you some whiskey.

"no thanks. and did you say passed out on a swing and crying?"

he nods.

you hesitate before finally saying, "i should go."

"wait." he stands up, his legs wobbling lightly.

he stretches out his arm. his palm has a messily drawn-on smiley face. you glance at the drawing and then his face with a raised eyebrow momentarily before sliding your hand into his.

and then he starts walking, leaving the bottle of whiskey on the sidewalk, which makes you turn around questionably. you turn back to him, your eyes glued to the back of his head and your hand in his.

"where are we going?"

"you'll see."

he stops and lets go of your hand. you try to sneak a peek at whatever's in front of him but he makes you cover your eyes.

after a few minutes you excitedly say, "can i look yet?"

you cover your eyes with your hands and sneak a peek through a hole and see a floppy ear, trying to hide your smile when you figure out what it is. you hear a loud whine and shuffling before he allows you to open your eyes.

you uncover them, squealing when you see a puppy in his arms. he hands it to you awkwardly, dusting some dirt off of his pants. you sit down on the ground and play with it.

"thank you, tim," you say softly.

"what are you gonna name him?"

"hmm...i haven't really thought about that." you pause before saying, "i'm gonna name him tim. or timothy."

his cheeks turn visibly red at this. "after me?"

"mm-hm."

"we should go." he shifts stiffly and holds the box the puppy was in in his arms.

you hold tim the puppy in your arms as you walk back home with timothée.

you unlock your front door with your keys with difficulty and let the puppy run into your house. "bye, tim." you wave to him before going inside.

he waves back shyly, watching you go. you look out your window and still see him standing under that street light across from your house.

"hey, timothée!"

he turns around, not expecting to be punched in the face by the one and only leo.

"what the fuck, leo?!" timothée wipes at his nose, which is now dripping blood.

you're running out of your house after seeing this and struggling to separate leo from timothée. leo manages to land another punch near his eye.

"fuck off, leo!" you push leo, which makes him curse under his breath. "you better have a good fucking reason why you're hurting tim."

"you like timothée! and sabrina, my ex-girlfriend, kissed you and now she's depressed and broke up with me! all because of you and timothée!"

"you like me?" timothée turns to you, still cupping his nose.

"i- i- well- i don't know! it's complicated, okay?!" you grab timothée's hand (not before giving leo the middle finger) and walk angrily back home.

you mop up the blood on timothée's face. "i can't do anything about your black eye."

"it's okay."

"on the other hand, you do look really cool." you give him a clean tissue for his nose.

"it hurts a lot. i've personally never been beat up before."

you smile at this while dabbing on alcohol with a cotton ball on his cuts. "hold still." you lean in to dab on a small cut near his left eye.

he stops breathing altogether and tries a little too hard to stay still. he sighs in relief when you finally finish and clean everything up.

"tim!"

timothée looks up immediately but goes back on his phone when he sees tim the puppy running towards you.

"tim, you should rest. you did get beat up by leo, who's at least ten times bigger than you. just saying."

he huffs and puts his phone away before sliding onto your couch. you turn off the living room lights but you still stand at the kitchen counter, busying yourself with feeding tim the puppy.

"hey, y/n."

"hm?"

"we're friends, right?"

"best friends."

"you'd tell me if you wanted to be more than friends?"

you pause in confusion. "yea."

"promise?"

"promise."

"go to sleep already." you walk to the couch, picking up a pillow and throw it at him playfully, which lands on his face.

"goodnight, y/n." his voice muffles from underneath the pillow.

"goodnight." you pick up tim the puppy and turn off the lights. he sees you close your bedroom door.

he closes his eyes and goes to sleep.

@yeriville @canycn @truly-insatiable

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quickspinner · 3 years

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Indelible - Ch 3 Scratch

Tour life was crazy. Luka had stumbled around the first week, constantly in everyone’s way and the subject of many conversations that cut off when he came into earshot. Finally he’d gritted his teeth and thrown himself into the chaos, intent on working hard enough to earn his place no matter what his relationship to Jagged might or might not be.

It was working, and he’d slowly been proving he belonged here, but it didn’t leave time for much else. He didn’t even notice he had a voicemail until hours after the timestamp, and after he’d listened to it, it was several hours still before he could steal a moment—and it felt like stealing, on a show night—to return the call.

Luka wedged himself between some equipment backstage and smashed his phone against his ear, barely able to make out the ringing over the noise around him. The ringing stopped but he wasn’t sure anyone was on the other line. “Marinette?” he shouted, covering his other ear.

Just at that moment the song playing on stage ended. That was good, because now he could hear even with the lead singer talking to the audience, but also not so great, because it meant he was almost out of time.

“—glad you called, can you hear me?”

“I can hear you,” Luka said, relieved. “Hey, is everything okay? Your message was—” 100% Marinette-brand spazz. “—vague.”

“Yes! It’s fine. Great actually. I’m sorry for making it sound so urgent,” Marinette said sheepishly, and he could almost see her pacing in her room, tugging on a pigtail. “It’s just, when Adrien’s involved there’s always press, and I didn’t want you to find out from the tabloids, and it seemed like a weird thing to text, and—” She stopped her ramble and took a deep breath. “Um. Adrien and I are dating.”

“That’s awesome, Marinette,” he said without hesitation, though his brain didn’t feel connected to his body anymore. “You finally told him?”

“He asked me out, actually. Sort of. It was—well it was awkward and complicated, actually, but we’re together now, and that’s what matters.”

Luka raised his eyebrows. “Okay. I’m not really sure what that means but I don’t have time to stay and get the details right now. Just—are you happy?”

“I’m so happy, Luka,” she breathed, and she sounded it, and he smiled despite his own pain.

“That’s great, Marinette. I’m really happy for you. I gotta go, but I’ll text you tomorrow, okay?”

“Sure,” Marinette replied. “I know you’re about to go on stage. Knock ‘em dead, okay?”

“Always,” Luka chuckled, and had to clear his throat after.

“Luka…” Marinette hesitated. “Are we...are we still okay? Are you okay?”

“Of course, Marinette,” Luka told her, trying to put all of his sincerity in her voice. “Of course we’re okay.” The band started back up and he was grateful for the excuse. “I really gotta go,” he shouted, not sure she could even hear him anymore. “Bye, Marinette.” He hung up the phone and slumped against the equipment.

He was happy for her. He was. But he was allowed to have just this moment at least, right? To hurt. To wonder if anything would have been different if he stayed.

Probably not. He knew that. She’d been in love with Adrien forever. It was kind of dumb to even be upset about this news. He knew she loved Adrien, had known it from that first concert on the Liberty. She loved Luka too, just...not like that. Luka was sincere in his well wishes; he did want her to be happy. Just...would there be any room for him now? For the kind of friendship they had? He lifted his shirt briefly and looked down, but he could barely see her name at all in the dim backstage lighting. Luka shoved the shirt back down, feeling stupid, and took a deep breath, blinking as he looked up at the ceiling. He couldn’t ruin his eyeliner now. He only had the rest of this song to get himself together, and then he’d be called to the stage.

“After,” Luka muttered to himself. After, he’d give himself a night to fall apart.

Right now, the roar of the crowd and the feel of his guitar and the exhilaration that always came with performing alongside Jagged, who, whatever his faults as a person and a maybe-father, was still a legend in his field, was just what the doctor ordered.

#quickspins #indelible #lukanette #endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #luka couffaine #marinette dupain-cheng #miraculousladybug #miraculous ladybug

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Manipulated Realities (Peter Parker x (female) Reader)

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[Storyline: [Past Far from home] you have been dating Peter for a few years now, not counting the 5 years, because we´re both blipped. He went on the Europe trip while you stayed home due to the fact that your family couldn´t afford the trip and only saw what happened on the tv. It was pretty hard after Mysterio told the world about Spider-Man´s true identity, but Mysterio was dead and you had never gotten into any serious trouble.]

“We should move on, Peter, let´s face that I can´t do this, no matter how hard you try,” you say, looking at your boyfriend, Peter Parker.

“Y/N, it´s really easy, seriously. You just multiply this, add those two together and then subtract this, see,” he tried to explain the task again.

You put down your pen: “I get that, but it doesn´t make sense to me.”

“It´s maths, it´s not suppose to make sense.”

“But how can I fix an issue, that doesn´t even make sense? I don´t get it.”

“Just try to do the maths and the one asking you the question can solve the issue?”

You yawn: “Too much maths today, sorry, babe. I´m actually really tired as well and it´s dark already, so I might be heading home.”

“May said, you could stay for dinner.”

“I know, thank you, but I don´t really want to bother you. And my mum has cooked dinner as well and since she has cooked for four people, I really can´t miss dinner.”

Peter nodded and you started packing up your stuff. As soon as you´re finished, Peter walked you to the door.

“Bye May, thank you so much for having me!,” you yelled towards the kitchen.

May poked around the corner: “Aren´t you staying for dinner?”

“No, sorry, May, I better get home, my sister is over and mum cooked dinner for the four of us and for once not got Take-Away or had her weird boyfriend cook for us.”

“Stay safe, Y/N,” May said, waving goodbye before going back to the kitchen.

Peter hugged you goodbye and kissed you, before opening the door for you. You stepped out of the door, checking if you actually didn´t forget anything.

“Text me, when you´re home, babe,” he said, before waving and closing the door behind you.

You walked down the stairs and onto the still busy streets of Queens. It was Winter and it was freezing outside. Especially now, that it was dark, it got even colder. You pulled your jacket slightly closer and shiver a little. Your home wasn´t far from Peters place if you took the short cut through a less crowded alley. You weren´t supposed to do that at night time, but it was freezing, so you didn´t really care. You just wanted to get home. You were slightly into the alley where no one was walking around right now, when you heard a small help from a small side alley.

“Hello?,” you asked.

“Help,” you heard again.

You were scared, but you wanted to help the person, so you walked into the alley. It was really dark, so you took out your phone and light up the flash light on the phone. There was a man that looked really familiar sitting in the corner. His arms and legs were bleeding and he looked helpless. But the second you recognized the guy, you took a step back and dropped your phone in shock. It crashed to the ground and you could hear the glass splinter.

“This can´t be. You- you are Mysterio! The guy who tried to kill Peter and then exposed him to the world! You should be dead, he saw you dying!,” you exclaimed in pure fright.

“He killed me! Or at least tried to!,” Mysterio grunted.

You picked you phone up with a shaking hand and took a few more steps back. Mysterio tried to move and groaned in pain.

“Please, I can tell you what really happened that night, but I need help right now. Some guy smashed a bottle over my head and I got pieces of glass cutting open my arms and legs with every move.”

“I´m gonna call an ambulance!”

“No, please don´t, Everyone thinks I´m dead, especially Peter and I don´t know what would happen if he figured out I´m not.”

“Fine, what am I supposed to do?”

“Could you please help me up and walk me home?”

“I can help you up, I don´t know about the rest.”

You carefully walked up to him, expecting him to jump up and grab or kill you any second. But he didn´t. He stayed on the ground, hardly moving and groaning the entire time. You crouched down, took one of his bleeding arms, put it over your should, put your arm around his hip and tried to help him up. He was heavy, obviously, since he was a grown man and you had your trouble getting him back on his legs. But with him helping, you eventually got there. As soon as you tried to let go, you felt him struggle standing though, so you kept holding on.

“You should really go and see a doctor. You probably don´t want to die. Again,” you said.

Mysterio nodded: “I´ll be fine, thank you, Y/N.”

You almost dropped the guy next to you in shock: “How do you know my name?”

“Wait, your name is Y/N? I didn´t know to be honest. You just reminded me of someone called Y/N.”

“You´re scary. And I´m sure you´re lying. You are pretty sure just been stalking me. You know I´m with Peter and you use this as some weird way of getting back at Peter for destroying your plans to fool all of us.”

“Wait, you´re Peter´s girlfriend? I am so sorry, he´s the one who´s been fooling everyone. He pretended to be the hero, because he just wanted to be the next Iron Man. Even better than him. He set up the drones with technology he got from Stark to create fictional threats he could defeat without getting into danger. And when I found out, I tried to stop him, but he tried to kill me and almost succeeded. I had to tell the world the truth.”

“Why would I believe you? Peter told me you tried to kill him after he figured out your plan to take over the world!”

“Has Peter ever lied to you?”

You stopped and thought about it. He lied about so many things if you were honest with yourself. Though you didn´t want to be. But he lied about going out so many nights. You knew now that it was because of his duty to safe the world, but back then? You always thought he´d be seeing another girl. But apart from that.

“See, you´re hesitating. I know, Y/N, he has lied to you before. I promise you, I don´t lie. After all, I´m the one, who ended up being dead. Or at least, seemed to be dead since someone rescued me,” Mysterio said.

“If you don´t lie, tell me about yourself! Who are you and who do you think I am?”

“Well, my real name is Quentin Beck. And I´m, I know this sounds weird, uh, but I´m from a different universe. Still from earth though. I don´t know if you know the multiverse theory, but it´s true, all about it. There are several universes. And in my universe, Peter Parker turned evil and he ended up killing my family. So I came here and tried to stop that from happening. I just couldn´t and I´m so, so sorry for that. I didn´t wanted you to go through this again. In my universe, you were my daughter. Peter manipulated you into dating him and ending up killing you, I´m so sorry, honey,” Quentin explained and started crying slightly.

“Mister Beck, I´m really sorry for what happened, but please don´t call me honey. I don´t have a father, he died ages ago and this is all a bit much right now.”

“I´m sorry. But please call me Quentin. Do you believe me?”

“I don´t know. Maybe. Well, yeah, I kind of do. You don´t seem like your lying,” you answered.

“It´s just all so hard to believe. That Peter would actually kill someone or even kill me. He could never. I really don´t want to believe it,” you then added.

Quentin nodded: “I know. Peter is such a nice kid and I really believed and trusted him. I never thought he would try to kill me.”

“What about the elementals though? You told everyone they killed your family!,” you suddenly realized.

“I know, I had to. I couldn´t tell the world, Peter Parker or well, Spider-Man killed my family. I didn´t wanted everyone to be terrified of him, even though he never did anything. So, I blamed the elementals that Peter made up, because they were evil all along.”

You nodded: “Makes sense.”

You started thinking about all the stuff Quentin just told you while walking him home. His place wasn´t too far from yours and he promised you to stop by during the next days. When you entered your flat, you mum immediately came from the living room.

“Oh my, there you are! Y/N, I was so worried, why didn´t you pick up or responded to my texts? I even called May, because I was so worried! She thought about sending Peter to find you! You scared me! And May and Peter. I need to call May immediately telling her you´re back!,” your mum practically yelled and ran back into the lounge.

You took off your jacket and put it in the wardrobe and kicked your shoes into a corner, before following her into the living room. Her weird boyfriend Gutes and your older sister Kylie were sitting on the couch, talking. They didn´t even seem to realize you when you enter the room.

“Good evening,” you said, trying not to yell.

The sudden silence startled you a little. Kylie and Gutes stopped talking and looked at you, before Kylie jumped up and ran up to you to hug you.

“Oh, you´re okay, Y/N! I was so scared, if wouldn´t know what I´d do if something happened to you! You´re the only sister I have!”

“No worries, Kylie, I´m alright. Just, on my way home, I found a man that was badly injured and I had to wait for the ambulance. That´s all. I just forgot to call, you know me.”

“That can´t happen again, Y/N, May and Peter have to do enough already. May is just trying to call Peter to tell him, you´re alright,” your mum complained after she hang up the phone.

“I just helped someone, what is so wrong with that? It´s something Peter is supposed to do but didn´t do after all. So called superhero,” you yelled.

Gutes was the only one still sitting at the couch not saying anything. You´re mum stepped closer while you took a step back. You wouldn´t admit it, but you were terrified of her, since she has hit you before when she got angry. “Oh, would you look at that, my adopted daughter thinks of herself as a hero who doesn´t have to inform her family any more if she´s saving someone,” she yelled back.

You flinched: “I´m gonna go to my room, I don´t want to do this right now.”

With that, you left the living room and went to your own little space. As soon as you closed the door, you started crying. You hated it, when she called you adopted. You were adopted, but that was not the point. You were supposed to be like a family, you were two when she adopted you and you have spent all of your life with her as your mum. But when she got mad, she called you adopted a lot, because she knew it made you feel like a lesser part of the family.

You climbed out of your window and onto the fire ladder, just staring down. You could see Quentin´s flat from your seat. Actually, you could even see Quentin, cooking something, even with both of his arms and legs bandaged. He was really concentrated and didn´t pay any attention to you watching. He was done rather soon after you sat down and left the room, turning off the light. Suddenly, someone stepped next to you. Peter.

“You´re alive, babe, thank the oceans. I was so worried about you! You could´ve been hurt or dead or I don´t know what!”

“What happened really? That day in London, when Mysterio died.”

“What? Why do you want to know that?,” Peter asked confused and sat down next to you.

“I just want to know.”

“Well, I told you. Mysterio used the E.d.i.t.h. glasses to bring the Stark drones to earth, weaponized them and staged a huge fight between him and some avengers level threat to become one of the biggest heros on the planet. And in the process he tried to kill MJ, Ned and Betty and well, sort of Flash, but he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. In the end, Mysterio got hit by one of the drones and died.”

“Have you ever lied to me?”

Silence. Peter was thinking. Sure, he knew he had lied to you about being Spider-Man and obviously about being busy at night time and even MJ knew before you did, but apart from that, he didn´t really remember lying to you.

“No, of course not. Not after you knew I was Spider-Man. And before that just about being Spider-Man, you know that.”

You nodded: “Did you check if Mysterio was actually dead?”

“Well, sort of, I guess. I asked the Edith glasses and they said yes. Or well, I asked, if there were any more projections and the glasses said no.”

“So, you don´t know if he´s actually dead.”

“He is, trust me!,” Peter said.

You looked towards Quentin´s kitchen window. Still no light. Maybe it was better this way. If Peter didn´t figure out that Quentin was still alive, it would be better.

“So, the glasses listened to you as well?,” you asked next.

“Well, to be honest, Stark gave them to me rather than Mysterio, I was the one who gave them to Mysterio.”

“So, you lied to me about the glasses? You never told me they were yours!”

“I didn´t lie, I just didn´t tell the irrelevant part of the story. What is up with you tonight?”

You sighed: “Sorry, Peter, I don´t know what to think right now. But, I want us to stop seeing each other for a bit. I need a break, I really don´t know if I can still trust you right now, I´m really sorry.”

“You- Are you saying-,” Peter stopped.

“We should break up, yeah. For now. I need to figure some stuff out, I am really, really sorry.”

Peter nodded and got up: “I guess, I should leave. Thank you for 2 amazing years, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Peter,” you whispered.

You turned your face away to hide your tears. Peter, jumped off and left you alone with your tears. You felt bad for breaking up if you were honest, but what other choice did you have? He lied to you and who knew what else he was lying about. Maybe, everything that Quentin said was true. Maybe, Peter was the villain here. In that moment, you see the light in Quentin´s kitchen being turned back on. A few seconds later, he stepped up to the window and looked around a couple of seconds until he spotted you, sitting crying on the fire ladder. He waved with one of his bandaged hands. You waved back, still crying.

You just sat on the ladder for a bit longer, before heading inside and to bed. It was till quite early, but the evening was a mess and you didn´t feel like staying up any longer.

When you got up in the next morning, you didn´t feel any better. Your eyes were red circled from crying and hardly sleeping last night, you felt slightly sick and you were just not ready to get up and go to school. But you had to, no way around it. So you forced yourself out of bed, put on some cloths and went to the kitchen. Gutes was sitting there talking to your mum while your sister made pancakes.

“Oh, good morning, Y/N, I´m so, so sorry for last night. I was just so worried about you, I didn´t mean to,” your mum apologized as soon as she saw you entering the kitchen.

You shook your head: “Doesn´t matter, I just had a bad day yesterday.”

“What happened?”

“It´s just- Peter keeps lying to me. And I don´t know, I feel like I couldn´t trust him any more, so I broke up with him last night. He came over and I told him, that it´s probably better, if we stop this for now. But we´ve been dating for two years, I just don´t know, if I wasted the best relationship I could´ve gotten or the past two years,” you tried to explain and almost began to cry.

Your mum came up to hug you: “It´s alright, honey.”

You pushed her slightly away from you and took your lunch as well as one of the pancakes: “Sorry, I´ll head out, need some space right now.”

After your mum nodded, you just left the house, slowly walking to the bus stop while eating your plain pancake. As soon as you got on the bus, you could see Peter sitting there on his own. He looked at you for a second, almost slightly smiling, before looking at his phone again. His eyes were red as well. Obviously. It wasn´t easy for either of you two. You felt bad, so you looked away, walked past him and sat down in the back of the bus. You took out your phone and your headphones and put on some music.

When you arrived at the school, you were the last to get off the bus, just so you could do better in staying away from Peter. You watched him from afar, greeting Ned and MJ, before heading into the building. He was probably about to tell them what happened, what was fine, but maybe for now it was better, to stay slightly away from them. Just in case.

“Y/N, wait up,” Betty suddenly yelled and ran up to you, before hugging you.

“You look horrible,” she added.

“Well, I don´t feel to good either to be honest,” you answered.

“Does that have to do with the fact, that you aren´t with Peter right now?”

You nodded: “We broke up. Or, I did. I don´t- it just didn´t feel right.”

“Hey, that´s alright! I´m still with you!”

Betty and you have been close friends for a bit, so you ended up spending most of the day with her. The day started off quietly, but after Flash found out, you were single again, he wouldn´t stop flirting and asking you out, no matter how often you told him, that you weren´t interested in dating him.

“Hey, Y/N, MJ and I are gonna catch up with some others in the Café later on, you want to come?,” Betty asked after school.

You shook your head: “No, sorry, I´d better go home. Besides, MJ probably hates me.”

“I don´t think she does, but it´s fine. We´ll catch up tomorrow, yeah?”

“Of course,” you answered before getting on the bus.

You looked if you could spot Peter anywhere, but when you couldn´t, you relaxed a little. You sat down and started listening to music again.

Back at home, you sat down on the fire ladder again, starting to figure out your homework. The fresh air was a good way to concentrate. You hadn´t done much, when someone sat down on the stairs just next to you.

“Are you alright?,” Quentin asked.

You stopped writing and looked at him: “Yeah, sure, why wouldn´t it be?”

“I´ve seen you coming out here last night just shortly after you got home and well, I´ve seen Peter leaving and you looked quite upset.”

“Well, it´s just, we´ve talked about trust and I realized that he´s been lying a lot to me. So I- well, I broke up with him.”

“I´m so sorry, Y/N, he should´ve been honest with you.”

“Well, I guess you´re just not honest when you are the villain. Because telling people that you killed someone or maybe threatened them does not make people like you.”

You chuckled: “That´s true.”

“Dinner!,” your mum yelled from inside.

“Oh, and bring your friend, I can see you´re talking to someone!,” she then added.

You nodded towards Quentin: “Well, I think you´re invited for dinner!”

The two of you headed down into the living room. Gutes and your sister were already sitting at the table and your mum just brought in the last bit of food.

“This is Quentin Beck! He´s the guy I saved last night,” you explained.

You mum put down the food before shaking Quentins Hand.

“I´m (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), I´m (Y/N) mum,” you mum introduced herself.

“It´s a pleasure to meet you, Misses (Y/L/N),” Quentin answered.

“And these are my mums boyfriend Gutes Guterman and my sister Kylie,” you introduced the two people sitting at the dinner table.

“Really nice to meet you,” Kylie said, while Quentin just waves awkwardly.

“I really thought, your friend is your age,” your mum whispered to you, before sitting down.

“Thank you for dinner, Misses (Y/L/N),” Quentin said after dinner.

Your mum nodded: “Well, it was a pleasure having you over for dinner!”

“And I´m honestly really sorry for what happens next, but your daughter was just dating the wrong person. You know, you get involved in stuff when dating a hero. And so does your family,” Quentin suddenly said and got up.

You looked confused towards him until you realized that Gutes was getting up as well. And suddenly, everything happened at once. Gutes and Quentin pulled out guns, Quentin dragged you from your seat and pressed it against your head. Gutes didn´t precisely point the gun anywhere. You started to realize your mistake.

“We don´t want to kill anyone, so don´t make us and just follow our instructions. I want to go public again and be a superhero. The story behind it will be, that my wife and my daughters escaped the elementals on my earth and managed to get through a portal to this earth. The found me, almost dead, and saved my life. And you will be playing my family. You´ll even get some attention, isn´t that great? The family of a superhero who is at the same time the only reason this hero is still alive,” Quentin explained his plan.

“Why did you make me break up with Peter then?,” you asked confused.

“He´s always around you, he wouldn´t have let you close to me at all and if he knew I was still alive, I probably wouldn´t be any more by now.”

“So, it´s nothing big. I just need you to pretend to be my family on tv. And, to make this whole thing more believable, I get to move in with you. Also, so I can check you´re not doing anything behind my back!,” he then added.

Your mum just nodded and Quentin took the gun away from your head. Your legs gave up underneath you and you dropped to the ground, shaking violently. You were terrified and felt so guilty. None of this would´ve happened, if you never dated Peter in the first place. Or broke up with him. Or met Quentin. But, your mum dated Gutes and how did he fit into the picture?

“Who are you really, Gutes?,” your mum asked, seemingly reading your mind.

“Gutes Guterman. Former employee of Tony Stark and part of Quentin Beck´s Crew. And, as amazing as you are (Y/M/N), not actually in love with you. I was just supposed to spy on (Y/N),” he explained.

During the conversation, Quentin sat down next to you, pulling you in a hug. You didn´t complain or pushed him away, you were just way too terrified of him right now.

“It´s gonna be alright, honey, I promise,” he then said as if he was actually your dad.

You were disgusted by him saying honey, but too scared to say anything, so you just let it happen. Why did you trust Quentin?

Quentin lets go of you and gets back up while you just stay sitting on the ground.

“So, this is what´s going to happen,” he started explaining.

Everyone stayed quiet, unmoving, except for you who was shaking.

“I´m going to create a threat, threathening Y/N, my beloved daughter. I´ll safe her, looking like I came back from the dead, being a hero once again. Y/N explaines to the media, how she looked for me after I did all these hero things and failed to safe the world from Spider-Man, found me, helped me back into life and started dating Spider-Man solely for spy purposes. Because, obviously the media knows you as Spider-Mans girlfriend. Everyone is happy and I can be the next Iron Man, that´s perfect isn´t it? And Y/N even get´s famous as the one who saved the greatest hero of all time.”

“Wait, you´re risking my daughters life to get famous?”

“Who said that I´d risk her life? She´ll be perfectly safe, I can control what happens.”

“What- what if I say no? If I don´t cooperate?,” you asked, your voice still shaky.

Gutes cocks his gone.

“You love your sister and mother, right?,” Quentin asked.

You nodded.

“Well, in that case, I would stick to my plan.”

You nodded lightly. Great, how did you end up in this mess?

You looked down onto your watch. You were almost at the bridge. Ten more minutes. Quentin told you, to be standing in the middle of the bridge. One of his Crew members would get out of the car, armed, shooting around, not actually hurting anyone and then take you hostage. You hated the plan, you hated Quentin and you hated the fact you believed him. It was your fault you ended up in this mess. You tried not to start crying as you were terrified. You messed up pretty badly.

The bridge. You look at your watch again. Five minutes. You took out your phone, checking your surroundings. If no one was watching, you could maybe sneak Peter a message. You could hardly hold onto your phone, you were way too scared. But the coast was clear. This was your chance.

I´m so sorry. I need your help. I´m at

A loud noise made you look up. You hit sent within the second. And you were right about it. Gunshots were ringing through the air. People started screaming. You rolled onto the ground instantly. You knew that you didn´t have to, because you weren´t supposed to be hurt, but there was no reason to trust the person who lied to you all along.

You couldn´t actually tell what was going on or what happened, but you felt yourself being pulled back onto your feet. For a second, you hoped it was Peter, but when the person pulled you closer to him and pressed a gun at your temple. You tried to relax, though the situation made that plan rather hard.

“Everyone stand down or I´ll shoot her,” Quentin´s Crewmember yelled directly into your ear causing you to flinch.

“Get your hands of my daughter!,” Quentin yelled.

People around us gasped. I heard some of them yelling “Mysterio”, not believing that he´s actually alive. You rolled your eyes. Before you could react to anything, you were pushed to the ground. A woman ran over to you, helping you up immediately and taking you slightly from the fight. You knew it was fake. Mysterio fake fought his crewmember. The woman next to you was getting almost uncomfortably close, trying to protect you. You carefully push her a little to the side.

“I´m alright, Ma´am,” you said softly.

She looked at you: “I´m sorry. Of course you are. I just didn´t want you to get hurt, Mysterio almost lost his own life, no reason to loose his daughter too.”

“I´m not-,” you stopped.

Quentin was way too close to you. If you said something, you would mess up.

“I´m not in danger, he seems to be busy enough. But thank you,” you answered, smiling at her.

We stood down, watching Quentin and his henchman fight until the henchman pretended to be defeated and ran off. Everyone around us started cheering and clapping. Quentin walks up to you and pulls you into a hug. You carefully put your arms around him, not really wanting to hug him but knowing, that he is gonna hurt the people you care about if you don´t. You feel him moving, he´s looking for the press to announce his comeback. To announce how you saved his life back in London, you, his daughter.

Before he could even say anything you hear it: “Get your hands off of her!”

Peter. It was Peter. You tried to get away from Quentin, but he held you close to him. He was way too strong for you to get away.

“What are you doing Mysterio?,” a woman yelled, confused about him not letting me go.

“I´m trying to protect my angel!”, he tried to explain.

“Then let me go and fight him,” you answered.

You try not to show, but Quentin´s grip got even stronger and he slightly turned your arm around, indicating to stop your behaviour.

Peter was just watching. He knew, if he tried anything now, he would risk your life.

“I can take you daughter and protect her, then you can fight Spider-Man,” yelled another woman.

She ran towards Quentin. Quentin was slightly distracted and loosened his grip for a moment. You used that moment, pushed yourself out of his grip and started running. Peter realized and jump towards Quentin.

“That´s not my dad! Spider-Man is my Boyfriend, Mysterio manipulated me to hurt him,” you yelled, running towards the group of people staring.

When you stopped running, you started telling everyone what happened: “Back in London, the person who tried to be the next Iron Man, the person who was alright with casualties, the person who tried to kill Spider-Man, it´s Mysterio. Mysterio is the Villain. And he tried to tell the world that I´m his daughter to get out of this.”

And people started talking about what I just said.

A few days later, you were sitting outside on the fire ladder. Almost scared, you looked towards the apartment that Quentin used to live him. Everything was dark. Luckily. Your Mum broke up with her boyfriend and everything about Quentin was finally out of your life. After the incident on the bridge, most of his henchmen and Quentin himself were arrested. Peter was still out as Spider-Man to the entire planet, but at least, he´s not the villain any more.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps next to you. You look up to see Peter. You didn´t talk much during the past days, but you just needed to talk to him. He sat down next to you and you both stayed silent for a little while.

“I´m sorry,” you suddenly started.

He looked at you.

“I´m sorry for not trusting you. And honestly, I´m even more sorry about breaking up with you. I can understand if you don´t want to forgive me, but honestly, I just need you back in my life.”

Peter came closer to you and put his arm around you. You leaned your head onto his shoulder, carefully.

“It´s not just your fault. We both messed up. I really shouldn´t have lied to you. There was no shame in telling you about the glasses and about the incident and I still didn´t. You had every right not to trust me. I´m really sorry too.”

He looked at you: “But we´re okay. I never stopped loving you. We should just pretend this never happened.”

You nodded: “Agreed. I love you too!”

Peter pressed his lips onto yours and the world seemed a little better, even if it was just for the moment.

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“Tt. I will cut that stupid harlot into pieces.” Damian scowled. He, Allegra, Claude, Jon, Felix, Marinette, and Chloé sat at one of the prime tables in the cafeteria. His wife just finished telling them what happened after the initiation meeting.

“Maybe we don’t immediately jump to murder?” Claude suggested.

“I agree. We don’t have a place to hide a body yet.” Chloé supplied.

“That’s not what… nevermind.” Allegra sighed.

“Dami! I appreciate the thought, but maybe keep it as plan Z?”

“Plan Z is where I need more than one body bag.” He grumbled but nodded. “But we can postpone it.”

“Okay. Let’s act rationally and focus on prevention. Teachers will be useless.” Felix chose to act as the voice of reason.

“I really hoped it would be different than Paris…” Marinette moaned.

“It is. If they actually catch her, she will be expelled. But you’re not exactly the headmaster’s favorite person while Erica seems to be held high by him. We would need a solid proof and she is cunning.” Claude explained.

“Remember Lucy Hunt?” Allegra asked. “She did something to attract Erica’s wrath and she had to move to Metropolis after she had a mental breakdown. Nothing was ever proven and to the naked eye it would look like a series of coincidences.”

“So she is smarter than Lila?” The shorter Parisian asked, worried about what was to come.

“Nah. She just knows how to talk with the right people.” Claude dismissed.

“First order of business would be to ensure she has nothing real to hurt you with.” Felix started.

Damian and Marinette shared a worried gaze before the boy spoke. “The site is foolproof. Drake made sure to use some of the best technology we have to protect it. Not even a super AI can hack it.” He subtly nodded his head to where Max and Markov ate. Kim and Alix were with them. The skater girl looked really upset. “Same with social media. Short of an alien invasion or if someone physically broke into where we hid the servers, you’re safe on that front.”

It clearly took a lot of weight from her shoulders.

“Okay, now onto blackmail?”

“Tt. That’s not something to discuss where we can be overheard.” Damian quickly shut that topic down.

“Right. Sorry.” Jon rubbed the back of his neck.

“Don’t worry, Kent. I’m covering that front.” Chloé smirked.

“That’s great…” Claude started, but then pointed toward another table, with quite a lot of people. “Is that Erica… and you said that Sausage Hair was Layla Bossi?”

“Lila Rossi,” Chloé corrected him. “But I like Lie-la Bossi better now.”

“They seem… friendly..” Jon commented when the two girls hugged.

“I would actually expect them to be rivals, given that both want Damian,” Allegra noted.

“Are they… crying?” Marinette asked.

“Crocodile tears.” Felix glared at them. “They are up to something. I don’t…” He never got to finish, because a purple butterfly descended from the ceiling and landed on Erica’s ring. The corrupted energy surrounded her momentarily and when it died out, her whole appearance was changed.

She now wore a black one-piece cheerleader uniform, similar to what GA cheerleaders wore, except it was black with red lines and not lilac with a white finish. On her chest, there was, in a jagged script, written ‘Gargoyle’. Her face was now in a light shade of red, with tear stains permanently etched on her cheeks. Her eyes were entirely white. Her blonde hair was turned into a messy mane and two horns stood proudly on her forehead. Her lower legs turned into that of a goat, complete with hooves. She was now holding a whip in one hand and a burning pompon in the other. Small wings were folded on her back.

“A succubus! +10 to charisma and +5 to strength!” A small Asian girl shouted from the nearby table.

“I am Weeping Gargoyle!” The Akuma spoke. “I’ve been used by the one I held dear and now I’m going to get what I was denied. But first,” the creature turned to Marinette and her friends. “You! I’m going to deal with you!”

“Frick frack I lost me…” Claude started some rhymed joke, but a fireball sailing toward them shut him up.

Thinking quickly, Marinette flipped over the table to use it as an impromptu cover. Damian kicked the ground and a sword popped from next to his chair. Nobody had time to question how he hid it there because everyone scattered. There was nowhere to transform in all the havoc.

“What’s going on here?” Headmaster Hammer walked through the front doors to the cafeteria to see a demonic cheerleader tossing flaming pompons that exploded. “Teenagers.” He growled. From under his cloak, he drew a saber and took a battle stance. “Fiend!” He rushed at her. The whip slashed at him, but the headmaster deflected it with an incredible show of swordsmanship. This created an opening for Damian to charge from the other side. He managed to dodge the flaming ball and slice at her hand. At the last moment, the wing shielded the Akuma and his blade bounced off without leaving the slightest cut. The headmaster was met with the same fate.

“Stupid men!” The Akuma shouted. A ring of fire exploded from her, pushing and burning both of the attackers.

“Run.” Headmaster snapped at Damian. “I’ll hold her off.”

“Tt. You’re old. Get to safety.” The boy snapped back.

“You’re so getting detention for this!” Hammer scowled as the two dodged their separate ways.

“Hey! The tryouts are in the gym!” A voice spoke from a hole in the roof. A spotted heroine leaped from the hole while throwing a yo-yo at the Akuma. The cheerleader shielded with her wings before flapping them and lifting from the ground.

“You’re not who I want! I’ll get your miraculous later!” She flew through the same hole the heroine entered through. The whole cafeteria was now on fire. Ladybug met Damian’s gaze for a moment before grabbing the headmaster and jumping outside. He was in bad condition from all the smoke.

She laid him on the ground to make sure he was okay. He coughed several times before the professor was able to speak correctly. “What about the brat!”

“I’m going in now.”

“No need.” Black Cat appeared next to them. “I got him out. We’re lucky the main doors were still working because the rooftop fell apart after I entered.”

“Cat! The Akuma will be on her ring. It was what created all the fire.”

“Tt. Let’s go.” The two jumped away from the headmaster, who hid a small smile.

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Three girls and two boys snuck around the campus. Most of the students were already evacuated, but they managed to stay undetected and remain in the action area.

“I still think we shouldn’t go after a supervillain.” Kyle tried, but Maps made a gesture that told him to stop speaking.

“Sh! I’m telling you, it was Erica. A butterfly landed on her and she suddenly transformed into that monster.”

“I read about it. It was a demon. The Lord of Butterflies sent it to take her over. If we aren’t careful, it will turn all of us into that monster.”

“Olivia? You’ve got the crossbow?”

“Please. Demon? Lord of Butterflies?” Colton criticized. “Are you sure it wasn’t just some manga?”

“Shut up! How else would you explain what happened to Erica?” Pomeline asked. “It’s obviously dark magic.”

“Okay. Assuming it is dark magic, how are we supposed to protect ourselves? I’m pretty sure I don’t have tinfoil hats on me.”

“Fool. The only thing that can protect you from the Lord of Butterflies are positive emotions.” She spoke like it was an obvious fact, yet still making it sound ominous.

Abruptly, the wall they were hiding behind exploded, and a girl dressed in a skintight red and black outfit flew past them. A boy in assassin garb followed. He landed on his feet and started to spin a staff fast enough to create a shield. Several fireballs flew at him, but they all smashed into the shield harmlessly.

He noticed them cowering behind the wall.

“Tt. What are you doing here!? Get away! Now!”

Ladybug jumped up and leaped from behind him, throwing her yoyo. It wrapped over the leg of the villain and pulled the flying Akuma down. Cat charged past his partner and smashed her with his baton like it was a baseball bat, sending her into the wall.

“Lucky Charm!” The heroine tossed the yo-yo above her head and a red-and-black watermelon fell into her arms. With only a moment’s hesitation, she tossed it to Cat, who already knew what to do. Once more playing baseball, he redirected the watermelon over to the akuma. She just managed to get it together when the fruit landed on her horns and got stuck. The change of weight made her fall, which Ladybug used to dash toward her and tie her with her own whip. She then pulled the ring from her finger and crushed it in her hand.

A purple butterfly escaped her grasp, which she caught into her yo-yo.

“Bye Bye little butterfly.” She then grabbed the watermelon and tossed it high in the air. “Miraculous Ladybug!”

The item exploded into a swarm of glowing bugs that fixed everything there was to fix. It looked like the supervillain never attacked.

“What… I…” Erica was back to normal and very confused. “There was… I remember…”

“Don’t worry. The paramedics will be with you shortly.” Ladybug calmed her. There was a bit of cold in her voice, but it was probably because she just finished fighting her a moment ago.

“I told you it’s magic.” Pomeline grinned victoriously while she whispered at Colton.

“Ehm.” Suddenly, the group was startled by the sound of someone clearing their throat behind them. “Mind explaining to me why are you here and not evacuated with everyone else?”

“Oh! Um… You see…” Maps started, but Pomeline was too focused on something else. “Where did you learn magic! Can you teach me?! I mean we go to school here and I want to help if Lord of Butterflies and his Demons attack again!”

“Lord of Butterflies?” Ladybug walked to them and asked, again startling the whole group.

“Yes. There was an old book in the library. I managed to decipher part of it and it spoke of the Lord of Butterflies and Demons he sent to possess people. But there is only so far a translator on my phone could take me. I’m not exactly fluent in Mandarin.”

“Can you lead us to it?” The superheroine was showing almost too much interest.

“Will you teach me magic?” Pomeline tried to bargain.

“Tt. You will take us there or we return with the police and you will take us there.” Black Cat was not in the mood. Blackmail was the last thing he wanted right now.

“Fine.” The girl scoffed and led them toward the library.

“How did you summon a watermelon?” The smallest girl asked zooming over to Ladybug. “Are you a summoner? I never played a summoner. They have some nice spells I suppose…”

Ladybug, against herself, giggled at the girl’s antics. She also noted in the corner of her eyes that Damian was also smiling under the hood.

Nobody noticed when Erica slipped away.

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The library was large and dusty. It didn’t look like many people came here.

“It’s the old building. When Bruce Wayne funded a new library with new books, they decided to just keep the old one as an archive. Now only people that come here are us and Mr. Scarlet.”

“The new library totally had nothing to do with Damian Wayne getting expelled for the fourth time.” Colton joked and Ladybug giggled when Black Cat muttered a curse under his breath.

“The book was in the back. I didn’t want to move it…”

When they turned the corner, they saw a woman in a blue and purple dress standing over a book with a tablet. She was taking pictures of the pages. Her skin was blue and her hair purple.

The group immediately pressed against the wall, and Pom pulled a handheld mirror to take a look around the corner without risk of being spotted. Meanwhile, Ladybug and Black Cat looked at one another and their faces took a serious expression. There was a kind of silent dialogue going on between them and they both nodded at the same time. In complete silence, Cat used his staff to up and meld with the shadows. Only his green eyes were visible until they too disappeared.

Ladybug opened her Yo-Yo like a phone and took a photo of the feathered villain. She was turned to them, but even something as simple as that could be a major help. Kwami bless magical phones for making perfect pictures without a flash.

With the proof needed, she aimed her yo-yo, spun it twice around before throwing it forward. The projectile sailed true and wrapped around her arm holding the tablet. The villainess was surprised and let go of the tool as Ladybug yanked on the line and made her opponent lose balance. That was the cue for Black Cat, who swooped from the ceiling, snatched the tablet, and leaped back into the shadows.

“Ugh! Stupid peasants!” The Peacock cursed. Instead of freeing her hand, she allowed the fan to slip into her hand and unfolded it. She tried to pull on the yo-yo’s line and make her opponent fly to her. It worked, but Ladybug twisted mid-air and came at the villainess feet first in a kick. The blue woman had to block it, but she still held the line. The heroine used it for her advantage and flipped the line over Peacock’s neck and started to choke her. It also held her in place. Black Cat, who already deposited the tablet in a safe place, swept down and tried to grab the brooch, but he got kicked back by an angry woman, fighting for a breath.

Peacock folded her fan and swiped at the line, cutting it and making Ladybug fall on her back. The Villainess took a deep breath and looked around to analyze her situation. She was outnumbered and the element of surprise was still on her opponents’ side. Even without the yo-yo, Ladybug was a formidable foe and she wasn’t sure who the new Black Cat was. She had a silent suspicion, but nothing solid.

“Until we meet again, fools.” She leaped up and onto the shelves. Cat went in pursuit, but she saw the kids hidden behind one of the shelves and purposefully made it fall when she jumped onto it. The kids didn’t have enough time to scatter. Predictably, Black Cat went to save the kids.

He pushed Maps from under the falling shelf but got stuck there himself. His suit and enhanced body could withstand it, but not his bruised ego.

“Don’t be a grumpy cat. We’ve got her tablet.” Ladybug stood over him and grinned before helping him stand up.

“Tt. We might have our first lead.” He grinned.

“Let’s go check the book itself. The fact she was after it makes me think it has more value than I first suspected.”

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marvel-wlw · 2 years

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Howdy! VenomPool speaking! First of all,how are you doing?

May I request a Vigilante!Reader in the Resident Evil World.?

Plot: Reader has the same backstory as Oliver Queen(Bratva,Five years in hell...) BUT someone in the island injected Mirakuru in her(or their) body(like Slade). They fight crime in their city,saved their hometown twice...Before becaming vigilante they were kidnapped by the League Of Assasins so they learned a lot of fighting styles.They named her Hawkstroke or Wolfstroke beacuse she could fight in earth and in high places without dying

Chasing a important mafia boss,they landed in The Village and they were captured by Heinserberg.

Reader is in the meeting and gains counsciossnes(the whole he's awake thingy).Reader must escape from lycans,and they dislocate their thumbs,breaking free from the handcuffs,and boops Heinserberg nose,while saying "Bye (some insult in russian).

She escapes,goes to the Castle Dimitrescu searching the mafia boss,but the daughters capture they(they let the daughters do that) and they put reader in the cellars(they torture reader a bit,and they see their scars of the many battles they had fought and the Bratva symbol along with another tattoos of the League of Assassins or another things)

They escape and go in search of the mafia boss.They fight all of the daughters, winning all the rounds(they had their vigilante suit) with two sticks(like Slade) and a knife but they suffer hallucinations from their past.They go to the armory,and they grab a bow and arrows,and a sword .

They go to a bar near the Village,and creates a bar fight due an argument(can you put this dialogue:"Are we gonna fight?Cool,I was low-key wishin' you say that" *smashes bottle in the head of someone*

They finally find the mafia boss who surprise surprise is in the castle,acting like a bussinesman.Reader doesen't hesitates and shoots and arrow in his leg,making him fall(YOU HAVE FAILED THIS CITY),but the mafia dude shoots they (oof).They don't even react (Mirakuru) and they kill him(sword in the chest) Reader brokes the nearest window and jumps into the night,just as the same time as the daughters enter in her mothers room,startled by all the sound,and they see the mafia dude dead ,lying in the floor and her mother with a WTF face.

Thanks!And Happy Birthday!

-VenomPool

Hi VenomPool! Thanks for the birthday wish! 😄 I'll add your request to my list!

#answered #venompool anon

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kellanswritingblog · 3 years

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I’m a day late, but here’s day 4 of @aroaceingtheline! Today I went with the prompt Awareness.

Set on the airship on their way to Prague, Sasha is getting healed by Zolf, but she feels like there’s a bit inside her that is still wrong, even after his magic does its job. After some explaining, Zolf teaches her about aromanticism, and she doesn’t feel quite so broken anymore.

Warnings for internalized arophobia, amatanormativity

Sasha barely even felt Zolf’s magic wash over her as he healed up the scars that reopened every morning. There was something else wrong with her that somehow ran deeper than the marks of an autopsy.

“Okay, you should be all set. Once we get to Prague, we’ll find someone who has a better idea what’s going on.”

“Right. Cheers.”

When Sasha didn’t move to put on her jacket or leave the room, Zolf hesitated.

“Is something wrong?”

She continued to sit on the bunk and examine her hands.

“I think I’m broken.”

“What do you mean?” Zolf stepped back over to her side in an instant. “Did it not heal you all the way?” Sasha couldn’t make out the words, but she heard quiet, angry murmuring escape his lips, cursing Poseidon for not fixing her right.

“No, it’s not that. This is…” She stretched her shoulders. “This is fine. As good as it gets when you’ve got a falcon on your back and cuts all up your front. It’s more… Never mind.”

Despite her dismissal, she still made no attempt to leave the cabin or move on, so Zolf sat down next to her and waited for an explanation. He wouldn’t push her or force her to speak before the thoughts sorted themselves out in her head, and she was grateful for that. Even if she decided to say nothing, Sasha knew that Zolf would listen to the silence as well as her words.

“Earlier in the lounge, Hamid was talking about this girl he used to date, and it got me thinking… I’ve never dated anyone. I’ve never wanted to? It’s like, hugs are good sometimes, in rare occasions, but I don’t like people touching me, and thinking about kissing or any of that stuff… it just feels wrong. But it can’t be wrong, can it? Everybody falls in love eventually, but I don’t want to, and I’ve never even felt close to that.”

Zolf paused for a moment, and then said, “Oh.”

“Yeah, I know. Don’t suppose you have a spell to fix that? To make me normal?”

“No, no, Sasha, it’s not like that. You’re not broken. Look at me.” There was a pleading desperation in his voice, and Sasha couldn’t help but lift her eyes to meet his. “You are not broken. There isn’t a spell to fix this because there is nothing to fix.”

“Then what’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing’s wrong with you. It sounds like you’re aromantic. You don’t experience romantic attraction.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

Zolf took a breath to arrange words and definitions before he continued. “Okay, right. Well, you talk about dating and kissing and falling in love – that’s like romance. Those butterflies in your stomach and wanting to spend your life with someone. Doesn’t have to be romantic, but a lot of times it is, and lots of people think it always is, but…” He gestured with his hands as he spoke, waving them wildly, and Sasha watched them as she tried to sketch out explanations in her mind. “But not everybody wants that. Not everybody feels that way. It’s like, there’s a door, and it’s locked. Seems like everybody else has a key, but you don’t.”

“I pick it open.”

“No, it’s… you can’t. No matter how hard you try, no matter how much you try to force the door, you just keep breaking off your lockpicks, but other people are passing right through, and you’re stuck. It doesn’t mean that you don’t have a whole house to live in; you just can’t get into that one room.”

“But I want to nick – appraise – the stuff in that room.”

“Maybe this wasn’t a good analogy…” Zolf pondered.

“No, I think I get it,” Sasha replied, abandoning her skillset for the sake of the explanation. “It’s not about nicking things. Like, there could be valuable stuff in that room, but I haven’t got the right pieces to get in. So… romance is the room?”

“Exactly. It doesn’t make you a bad thief, a bad person that you can’t get in. It’s weird, and sometimes you might feel like you’re missing out, but you’ve got all sorts of other rooms to wander around in, other parts of your life to experience, maybe other types of love to feel, with family, with friends. You just don’t feel romance, nothing wrong with that. And you might be able to see in through a window or a crack, and want to be in there because that’s where everyone is, but that doesn’t mean you actually want what’s in that room.”

“Hm.”

Sasha went back to looking at her hands, part of her still protesting that there was no door she couldn’t pick open, while the rest of her attempted to look past that for the sake of the metaphor.

“I know it can be hard to wrap your head around,” Zolf said, examining his own hands now. “I’m sort of the same way. Not with romance, so much, but with sexual attraction. Most people can look at a person and think, ‘hey, I could get it on with them,’ but I don’t. I mean, I do sometimes. I think I’ve experienced that sort of attraction twice… three times… two and a half times in my entire life. That’s a form of asexuality, the lack of sexual attraction. What you’re talking about sounds like aromanticism, the lack of romantic attraction. And, listen, it’s not the same thing, I can’t entirely relate to you because I am a hopeless romantic at heart. I want to fall in love and all that, but… I sort of get the whole ‘broken’ part. Sometimes you just want to smash down that damn door and not have to wonder or explain why you can’t get in. But after a while, you get used to it, and you can take pride in the fact that you know every other room in the house better than anyone else ever could.”

After a while, Sasha nodded. It still felt like she had a hole in her chest, but the edges weren’t so sharp anymore.

“Thank you,” she said. “I think… I think I understand.”

“And it might take a bit. When we land, maybe we can find a book or something that can explain it all better than I can. I think I remember a couple titles from when I was trying to sort myself out, years ago. It’s a very worthwhile detour,” he added when he saw Sasha open her mouth to protest at taking time away from their job.

Eventually, Sasha quietly asked, “Do you remember how I said hugs were okay sometimes? Do you think… Can I hug you?”

Zolf chuckled and smiled. “Come here.”

They spun to face each other and fell into an embrace, holding on tight. For a brief moment, Sasha buried her face in the crook of Zolf’s shoulder, and then she retreated in a flash.

“Thanks for taking the time to heal me, boss.” She stood and put on her jacket, making ready to leave the cabin. “And for telling me which parts don’t need to be healed.”

“You’re welcome. Any time, Sasha.”

Zolf left in Prague. Sasha tried not to think about it too much, or wonder if she had driven him off. She would focus on the job.

The halls of the flying University were beyond Sasha’s comprehension; she couldn’t even appraise half of the stuff floating around, so mixed up with magic as it was, but she did know it would be worth a lot in the right hands.

But then there were footsteps coming toward them, and thoughts of appraisal vanished from Sasha’s mind as she ducked behind a nearby ledge and readied her wrist sheaths.

“Mr. al-Tahan! And, uh, Bertie?”

“Sir Bertrand, you pathetic little weasel,” Bertie growled at the student that ran up to the remainder of the group.

Hamid pushed past that. “What’s going on?” He asked the frantic and terrified student.

“I’m looking for a, uh, Sasha Racket?”

Without missing a beat, Hamid replied, “Who’s asking?”

From her hiding place, Sasha smiled at Hamid’s response.

The student stuttered and read over the directions he held in a shaking hand. “I have a package for her, from some grumpy looking dwarf. I was told to track down a halfling of your description and a loud man in gold, since you would be easier to find than she would.”

Sasha perked up at the explanation, then slunk out of her hiding place and over to the group.

“It’s alright, Hamid,” Sasha said. Hamid jumped as she did so since he hadn’t seen her approach.

“You’re Sasha then?” The student asked.

“Yeah… that’s me.” Felt wrong to admit to her own name, but they were far away from London, and that grumpy looking dwarf sounded like someone she trusted.

The student pulled a book from his pack and handed it over. “Here. Alright, bye!”

With that, he ran off, obviously horrified of the ragtag group he addressed.

“What is it?” Hamid questioned. “It’s from Zolf?”

Sasha looked over the book in her hands. What is Romance? A Guide by and for Aromantics was the title, and she smiled to herself.

“Yeah, it’s a… a book he said I might like. He talked about us finding a copy, but obviously he’s not here for that anymore.”

Hamid nodded, then noticed that Bertie and Grizzop were wandering off, so followed after them to catch up before either of them could terrify or threaten any more of the student populace.

Sasha, however, stood a moment longer to open the book and scan the pages. Inside the front cover was a scrawled note in a recognizable hand:

Remember, Sasha, you are not broken, and you are never alone.

Zolf

#rusty quill gaming #rqg #aroaceingtheline2021 #Sasha Racket #Zolf Smith #aromantic character #asexual character #grey asexual character #me writing Zolf and Sasha in anything #what if they hugged????

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missjosie27 · 3 years

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Merry Christmas, My Love

Hey, everyone! It’s that time of year again and here is my gift that I wish to bestow. Merry Christmas, @lins-hogwarts-mystery I hope I did your MC justice.

A big thank you to @hphmsecretsanta2020 for organizing this again. I will always participate! Without further ado!

Clara Lin loved snow. The white powder of frozen ice crystals always held a special place in her heart since she was little playing in the fields of Oxford. At Hogwarts, Christmas time became that much more special. Even with the underlying horror cursed vaults, there was always time to celebrate the holidays in a merry fashion. This year in particular she and her friends agreed to stay behind and spend time together over the course of winter break.

And what better way to celebrate that than a snowball fight on Christmas Eve?

“I got you! HAHA-” WHAM!

Charlie Weasley’s momentary triumph was silenced by Tulip’s double decker snowball smashing him in the side of the face, causing everyone else to laugh.

Staying behind were also Rowan, Penny, Barnaby, and Tonks who were all participating in the battle of winter circa 1989. Even Merula had skipped out on going home and though she and Clara would never be best friends, the two were amicable enough to have a snowball fight without getting too intense...mostly. They were on different teams after all.

The contest played out within the training grounds, so there wasn’t much cover to be had as far as trees or underbrush but then again magic could make up for lack of natural cover. On one side was something akin to a medieval castle, complete with five foot high walls, a drawbridge, and a flag. The other was a giant circular wall, good for combating attacks from all sides but vulnerable to a possible sir attack. In any case, standing up even for the slightest moment was unwise as Charlie found out first hand.

“She’s got good aim,” he muttered rubbing his cheek while dodging another projectile.

Clara couldn’t help but giggle. Even the person with the best reflexes amongst their Gryffindor brethren could be sniped by the cleverest Ravenclaw.

“Bombs away!” Penny yelled out hucking up a snowball into the cloudy winds of nowhere.

“Best to aim a bit first,” Rowan chided kindly as she adjusted her glasses while gathering more snow in her vicinity for the purpose of more ammunition.

“Merula’s team is eating our lunch,” Charlie lamented. “We need a new strategy.”

“Ooo!! I can help!” squealed out the tiny voice of Clara’s little sister, Emily, otherwise known as ‘Em’. She was five years younger but often associated herself with her big sister’s friends and refused to not be included in the festivities. A first year Hufflepuff, she was eager to help but lacked imagination.

“Keep firing as many snowballs as you can,” Rowan assured her again in an understanding tone that placated the little girl. “I think I have an idea.”

The teams were equally divided- Clara, Charlie, Penny, and Rowan on side while Merula, Tulip, Tonks, and Barnaby were on the other. Em was considered young enough (and insignificant enough to the female Slytherin) that her presence was not decisive enough to affect the outcome. But any competition featuring Merula Snyde guaranteed to be intense. After all a rivalry did not subside just because the two girls had formally agreed to work together in finding the cursed vaults.

“What would that be? Now would actually be a good time,” Clara observed as more snowballs skimmed the top of their fort. Charlie had to chuck a few more of his own to prevent Tonks from getting any closer.

“Simple. We use a freezing charm to turn one of our snowballs into a giant ice ball. I’ll use a propulsion charm to send it forward. With any luck their castle should come crumbling down and victory ours!”

“What the heck? I’m in!” Penny said excitedly over the noise, her rosy cheeks becoming apparent in the winter weather which was fast becoming colder in the later afternoon. Pink contrasted her light blue outfit (she was also the only one still wearing a skirt). Charlie’s Quidditch reflexes served him well but even he couldn’t overcome the odds of beating four other teengers surrounded by a full blown fort.

“I thought we weren’t allowed to use magic. Wouldn’t that be cheating?” Em asked, naive to the fact that no one adhered to that rule during a wizard snowball fight.

“Em, they’re using magic already,” Clara said bluntly, her practical nature coming into play already. She adjusted her glasses (being practically blind without them) and peeked out over the top and sure enough, saw the evidence needed to prove her accusation.

“Merula...I knew it,” she breathed out, frost emanating from her lips. “A banishing charm.”

“So that’s why those snowballs keep coming in so hot,” Rowan said, rubbing a gloved hand underneath her chin.

“And Tonks is using her metamorphagus ability to turn her nose into a trunk!” Charlie added, tossing another snowball back the other way and ducking down. “Bloody, cheater.”

“Then I say we hold nothing back,” Clara suggested.

“Sure that won’t be a problem with Barnaby?” Penny teased.

“He’s six foot three and can eat three turkeys in one setting, he’ll be fine,” the Gryffindor girl responded with a small blush trying to ignore feeling the pang of guilt at the idea of pelting him with snowballs. But there was no time to waste and when it came to December battles amongst the powdery, ice cream hills of Hogwarts all bets were off.

“Let’s do this,” Rowan remarked. Taking out her wand and removing one of her gloves, she summoned one of the snowballs while the rest their magic to summon snow from the ground to steadily grow it to the size of a grapefruit, spinning like the back wheel of a car, glistening in the glowing pink light of the evening sky.

“Now it’s really time for bombs away,” Penny giggled fond of muggle sayings.

“Oh I’d say so,” Rowan grinned mischievously. “Once that thing blows open their fort wall, Clara you and Charlie charge forth and win the battle.”

“What should I do?” little Em asked, still eager to help.

“Just keep throwing snowballs with Penny and Rowan, okay?” Clara ordered. She was quite protective of her sister even in light hearted situations such as these. Besides, despite being the most practical of the group the sixteen year old carried a competitive streak of her own.

“Three...two...one...NOW!”

At Clara’s command, Rowan muttered the necessary incantation and sent the massive ice ball at top speed towards their adversaries. Such was the speed, it had no trouble bursting through their castle with such force that it did exactly as Rowan foretold.

“CHARGE!” Charlie howled above the din as he and Clara rushed forward dodging strikes issued by their opponents, weaving and somersaulting in and out before performing an attack of their own.

“Eat snow! Take this!” Clara laughed as she struck Tulip and then fired another shot at Merula which caught her straight in the face (she never tired of one upping the Slytherin girl). But when wheeling around to do the same to Barnaby she came upon a strange sight. Her boyfriend didn’t seem to have his heart in the friendly competition at all. On the contrary, handsome, chiseled features were flat and carried a degree of melancholy unusual especially on Christmas.

My love, what’s the matter?

But before Clara could drop her snowballs and inquire further, someone beat her to the punch as a powerful burst of white exploded in the face of the burly Slytherin.

“Yes!” Charlie Weasley yelled out triumphantly. But Clara was not out of danger just yet, in her hesitation a projectile just missed the back of her head and only because Barnaby moved her out of the way just in time.

“Merula!” he said crossly. “Come on, don’t cheat.”

“Speak for yourself,” the Slytherin witch said with equal disdain. “We said no magic and yet here we are.”

“You broke the rule first,” Charlie argued.

“Right like you wouldn’t have done the same.”

“Enough,” Clara cut across the cacophony of argument which was reaching a boiling point. “It’s getting dark. Let’s go back inside.”

Her insistence, as well as her leadership qualities over the group won over as the magically flying snowballs ceased and even Merula despite her snarling, gave in to logic though it was apparent from the look on her face she would have continued given the opportunity.

“Fine, Lin,” she said with a shrug that failed to hide its competitiveness.

Whistling over, Clara signaled to Rowan, Penny, and her sister that the fight was over but that was not the end of the drama. Looking back towards Barnaby, the sadness etched on his face had not dissipated in the slightest.

“Are you okay?” she asked kindly, mittened hands interjoing for a brief moment before Barnaby pulled away.

“I’m fine.”

“You sure don’t look fine.”

Barnaby was much better at hiding his emotions than a certain other Slytherin and gave a smile that would have seemed natural were it not for the previous circumstances.

“Don’t worry about me, Clara. We have a whole Christmas ahead of us. And pudding!” he added excitedly.

The childlike enthusiasm that normally enraptured her would have normally worked, but being the sensible Gryffindor she was (a rarity in the house of the brave) could tell this was not the entire story. Nevertheless, she did not press further...for now.

“Alright.”

She was given an affectionate kiss before the group trudged back to the castle as the light decreased and the day drew to a close. Even holding hands walking to the entrance felt oddly out of place.

“Good match, Clara Lin,” Tulip said with a wink. “See ya tomorrow for the feast.”

“Bye, Clara!” Penny waved cheerfully as she descended towards the basement and thereby the kitchens.

With the exception of her housemates and sister with whom she shared a common room, everyone waved a hearty goodbye but her boyfriend did not say anything other than giving a quick kiss on the forehead before lumbering off quickly behind Merula. How ironic it should be that the youngest among them should voice aloud her suspicions.

“Barnaby seemed sad,” Em mentioned as they approached the fat lady.

“Hm?” Clara asked, not expecting such a comment from her eleven year old sister.

“He kissed you but not the usual way,” came the innocent response. “Maybe he’s homesick.”

“Barnaby’s fine, I’m sure of it. If he says so, I believe him.”

“Do you believe everything I’ve told you.”

Clara rolled her eyes at her little sister.

“It’s different with siblings, Em. You’re just lucky mum told me to let you tag along.”

“I didn’t need to tag along to know your boyfriend didn’t wanna throw snowballs.”

At this conjecture, Rowan gave the password (Festum Maximus) but not before the remark caused Clara to pause for a brief second before continuing into the common room. She knew Barnaby and would be aware of any personal problem or grief he had within his psyche.

Right?

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Clara briefly forgot about the snowball fight after sharing some hot cocoa with Charlie and then some brief but good natured gossip with Rowan. The two girls discussed all manner of things as they usually did- presents, family, relationships, and what they would wear to the feast the next day however fancy or casual. But soon the warm and coziness of their dormitory overtook them and without fuss or fanfare fell asleep into the soft snows into the night, falling down silently within the December darkness.

By morning, however, the same excitement came upon them both as light permeated through the stained glass windows. The snow had since ceased, but a fresh layer of powder brought more excitement to an otherwise extremely white Christmas. And presents were waiting.

“Race you down!” Rowan said with a laugh as she bounded out of her bed, blue robe flying behind her.

“No you don’t!” Clara shouted back.

It wasn’t long until they were opening presents of which there were many laying under the tree. Charlie was already one step ahead of them, a blue Weasley sweater with a large ‘W’ inscribed on the front courtesy of the kindly Mrs. Weasley whom Clara had acquainted with by now.

“Happy Christmas, Clara!” the redhead said cheerfully.

“Happy Christmas to you too, Charlie.”

“You two seem to have quite a few gifts. Don’t hold back on my account,” Charlie said with a good natured chuckle and waggle of the eyebrows.

Neither of the girls did. Trying to be sensitive to the fact that her best male friend (aside from her boyfriend) did not come from wealth, Clara and Rowan opened their presents slowly and with a degree of caution. The latter came from a naturally wealthy family due to the success of their tree farm while the former, not rich by any stretch of the imagination, still accrued enough gifts to acquire a sizeable load- treacle fudge from Hagrid, a Gryffindor Quidditch scarf from Charlie, a cookbook from Em (‘haha’ she thought sardonically given her lack of skill in making cuisine of any type), a red dress from Penny hand stitched, a new mug from Rowan, further sweets from Mrs. Weasley, and a book on Chinese Mandarin from her parents, no doubt to further education as a potential ambassador like they wanted. Annoying, but even so Clara knew her parents loved her all the same despite their flaws.

After an hour or so she thought that all of her presents had been opened until Rowan flipped her one last gift, missed originally from the large pile.

“It’s from Barnaby,” she explained.

Of course! How could I have forgotten?

Clara hoped he had enjoyed his gift down in the dungeons (Newt Scamander’s latest book on creatures) but had not yet detected his own token of gratitude. It was actually quite small- a little rectangular box no bigger than ten centimeters wrapped in red and green paper with sparkles topped with a golden bow. All in all the decoration by itself was impressive.

Opening up, her jaw almost dropped.

It was a moving photo of Clara and her family before Jacob disappeared. Everyone appeared radiantly happy but there was reason for it. Right away she discerned that this was the photo she’d given Barnaby three years at the end of their third year before parting ways. A wave of nostalgia hit her as she witnessed her parents smiling and waving, Jacob’s tepid nervousness at what he was about to face, his younger sister giving a gigantic hug, while little Emily sucked on a pacifier, blissfully content in doing so. The meaning was not lost on the sixth year Gryffindor: a time when her family had been happy and unspoiled by the loss of a child. The photo was framed in silver and carried a heartfelt note.

May your family always guide you even in the darkest of times.

-Love, Barnaby

Wiping her eyes, Clara looked up towards Rowan and Charlie who had also noticed the scene.

“This was so beautiful,” she spoke quietly.

“Aw, hun,” Rowan comforted sitting beside her, embracing the fireside. “You know he’d do anything for you.”

“I’m wondering...maybe Em wasn’t so crazy. What if he really was struggling with something and I ignored him?”

“You’ll see him at the feast,” Charlie reasoned, playing with a dragon toy Bill had given him from Gringotts. “And I’m sure he’ll love how much you appreciated the gift.”

Clara supposed that might be true but she couldn’t help but feel something was amiss. Either way, her cursebreaker instincts would be put to the test in finding out the truth. Barnaby never held back from her. He was always jolly and upbeat, why should this holiday season be any different?

I just hope I’m not too late….

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The Hogwarts feast was as grand as it always was- twelve enormous fir trees decorated with an array of colorful ornaments decked the halls, wreaths, mistletoe, and holly hung from the ceiling in a wide array of patterns. Along the tables belonging to each house lay a smorgasbord of dishes- roast turkey, mashed potatoes, sprouts, chicken, green beans, pudding, treacle tart, and so much more. The kitchen pulled out all the stops and Professor Dumbledore sitting at the head of the staff table gave his stamp approval, his blue eyes twinkling with holiday joy.

“To the many few who opted to stay behind for our voluptuous feast I say- tuck in.”

Charlie roared with approval as he ravenously delved into the goodies with Clara and Rowan not far behind. It didn’t take long for the rest of the group to show up- Penny, Tulip, Tonks, etc. They were the only one among the sixth years that had stayed behind with a mere handful of younger students hanging around awkwardly by themselves. The teenage Gryffindor would have given more thought to them were it not for the fact that she was anticipating a certain someone.

“Have you seen, Barnaby?” she would ask every time a new guest sat down at the Gryffindor table (it didn’t matter who sat where at this point). No one knew. Her sister remained blissfully unaware of course by the time she arrived, bragging about how many presents received that year.

Though trying to enjoy the scrumptious feast at hand, Clara couldn’t but look up every so often or so for her boyfriend...which by Rowan’s calculations was every five minutes.

“You’re not even eating,” came her best friend’s admonishment. “Relax, he’ll be here.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“He can eat more than the rest of us combined. Why would he miss the opportunity?” Charlie reasoned.

“The feast is his favorite part of Christmas,” Penny said, reaching across and squeezing Clara’s hand.

Despite the kindly reassuring of her friends, it wasn’t until Clara caught a flash of green that she truly began to seek out answers. Unfortunately, the green sweater did not belong to a burly man of about 190 centimeters but of a Slytherin girl recognized as her greatest rival (and pest at times). Merula joined their table without fanfare but right away everyone could tell there was something amiss. Far from being a ‘friendly’ person you could always count on a sarcastic or snarky remark from Merula Snyde. Not so this time around.

“Lin. I think you need to go see Barnaby,” she stated bluntly, getting straight to the point.

The table immediately ceased eating at this development, not that Clara had consumed much beforehand.

“What?” she asked, dumbfounded.

“Are you deaf, Lin? The bighead isn’t even interested in eating and that’s saying something…” she huffed in frustration knowing sensitivity wasn’t her strong suit and tried to deliver the news more amicably. “Just see him, okay? He doesn’t want to talk to anyone else.”

Were this their first year, the amount of trust in Merula would have been below that of a snake. But five years later, she would not have informed Clara of something that delicate were it not of serious importance. They were collaborative rivals after all...not bitter enemies. At least not anymore.

“Where is he?” came the simple question.

“In the courtyard freezing his arse off. Just...don’t let him do anything stupid. More than he already does.”

Clara wasted no time in getting up from the table. She didn’t even bother to look back at the reactions her friends may or may not have had. The hunch of the previous day had been right...but she’d fail to recognize it. For Merlin’s sake even little Em could tell. What was so deficient within herself that her own boyfriend stood out on Christmas alone in the cold?”

“Sis?” Em called out but it was no use. She was out of the Great Hall before anyone could say so much as ‘Doris Crockford.’

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It didn’t take long for Clara to reach the desired destination. So frantic was her pace, there was barely time to button up her jacket, pull on her black knit gloves and hat, while also adjusting her hair into its usual long ponytail. But none of that mattered. Personal comfort could be foregone in the face of a significant other suffering needlessly. Numerous anxious thoughts raced through the brain upon the approach, seeing that he was dressed in a dark brown jacket, jeans, a blue and red hat with a puffball on top complete with calf level brown boots.

Something was wrong...something was wrong and I didn’t bother to ask. I just assumed. What if I made him upset? What if he wants to break up?

“Calm yourself, Clara,” she admonished herself. “Barnaby wouldn’t hold back anything from you.”

Despite that attempt at reassurance, it didn’t do much for her nerves. That being said, a Gryffindor did what was necessary in spite of fear. For better or worse, this Christmas conversation had to occur. For Merlin’s sake, even Merula knew when something was off. But the analytical mind wouldn’t let the issue go until she found out what plagued him so.

“Barnaby!” the cursebreaker said in a tone that fully betrayed her anxiety. “Merula told me you were out here. Is everything okay?”

“Did you like your present?”

The simple reply, a question to a question. In fact she was so taken aback by it, words failed her for a brief moment.

“I-uh….yes. Of course I did, but that’s not the reason I came out here.”

She took both his hands in hers, noting just how much taller he was in situations like these. It took quite the effort to kiss him but the primary concern lay with the heart- underneath the archway of the west aqueduct in the courtyard, twinkling white crystals winking in the late early morning sun. Both of their breaths resonated but only one had trouble looking the other in the eye.

“Was my present not what you wanted? I know you’re interested in being a Magizoolist but if there was something else I could get you instead…”

A finger pressed against her rosy, red lips.

“But did you like mine?”

The question, being repeated twice became a source of puzzlement now.

“Barnaby I already told you I loved it. It’s not often I get to see a picture of my family whole like that…” she paused, narrowing her eyes but not unkindly. “Why?”

“If you’re happy that’s all I care about on this special day.”

“But if you’re not, how can this day be special?” Clara countered. “Please...don’t keep me out. What’s wrong. Merula sees it and so can I.”

There could be so many explanations as to why her boyfriend was upset. But this wasn’t a cursed vault where a keen, undiluted mind could be put to the task in finding it. It didn’t require analytics, but empathy.

Barnaby stuffed mittened hands into the pockets of his jeans, turning his head to the side.

“I...I thought if you could realize how important your family is to you maybe it might help...with mine,” he breathed out.

“What do you-oh…” Clara said, letting out a soft sigh of realization. “Your dad.”

“Yes.”

“He yelled at you again in a letter.”

“No.”

“He disowned you?”

“No.”

“He said something-”

“Clara,” the sixteen year old Slytherin said sharply though the aim of his emotions was not directed towards her. “He didn’t send me anything this year. Nothing.”

It took a second for the Gryffindor to sink that in her brain.

“Nothing?”

“Our relationship has been bad for awhile. But at least he sent me presents. Heck, he liked that I was good at fighting and eating. I love both those things.”

“You’re more than just a fighter and an eater,” she soothed in a soft tone, rubbing his arm. “You know that.”

“I do,” he said, still not looking directly at her. “But with me constantly disobeying his wishes and taking my own path in life...it makes me realize my family has always been rubbish. Those presents were only under the three if I did what he said...and the wrapping paper was always lousy!” he added.

Clara had an inkling of what her boyfriend’s life was like but not much beyond a few short stories and traumatizing incidents he never liked to discuss. But to be cut off completely well that was news to her. And it wasn’t fair.

“Sweetie, listen,” she told him, wrapping her arms around his strong neck. “It’s not your fault.”

“But it is. If I had just…” his voice cut off now unable to say anything more beyond potential crying and Clara could see tears welling up in his eyes. “I-If I can’t have my family, you should at least appreciate how amazing yours is.”

“Shhh,” she said, rocking him in a tone she used whenever he became upset. Being a member of the frog choir and an excellent singer, it helped calm her boyfriend. And now was the perfect time.

Silent night, holy night

All is calm, all is bright

The muggle tune was one she knew growing up and read from one of her mother’s books at university. Given that it was Christmas time, the moment felt quite appropriate. Slowly, she grabbed his left hand and led him around the courtyard as if they were dancing, feet crunching in the snow in a soft ballad until they stopped below a string of mistletoe that hung in one of the archways.

Sleep in heavenly peace

Upon the ending of the song, she wiped the stream of tears from his cheeks.

“You always have a family in me,” Clara said, adjusting his scruffy, brown hair underneath his hat. “And you’re the greatest gift a girl could ask for.”

Slowly and with such tenderness that the loving couple melted into each other like a marshmallow into a cup of hot chocolate, they kissed.

“Merry Christmas, Barnaby Lee.”

The Slytherin grinned back, picking her up by her waist and swinging around and dipping her forward as if she were a princess. All tears were gone and regret washed away by the spirit of the season.

“Merry Christmas, Clara Lin.”

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