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immortalthing · 2 years

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A Robbery Gone Wrong

"Ahh, Get Off Me!" I screamed as I reached for the letter opener on my bedside table. But then I looked at the thing trying to smother me. It was fluffy and, by the look on its face, quite annoyed. As I tried to move away from the unknown creature, now sitting on my favourite silk pillow, I realised what it was.

"Here, kitty, kitty," I whispered to it, trying not to wake Leo in the other room. "What are you doing here?" I looked at the window closed from the night before, with the ruby curtains drawn. As I slowly reached to check the ink-black cat's collar. It meowed angrily and wouldn't stop until I patted it. Confused, I read the name on the blood-red collar: Collette, Kennedy 13 Merryland drive. I stared at my name, confused, but then I realised "No!"

I screamed as I raced through my brother's door, but I was too late. He was already gone.

"I can't believe he did this again!" I cried as I opened his closet, checking for any clothes. They were empty. He's gone on another trip." He'll be gone for months!" I angrily exclaimed as I fell onto his bed. I landed face-first onto a dark red-letter addressed to Collette.

I tore it open furiously. It read.

Hey Sis.,

Don't be mad. An opportunity arose, I had to!

Sorry,

Leo

P.S I thought the cat was cute, don't you?

I rolled my eyes. For a man of mystery, my brother had the maturity of a five-year-old. I got up begrudgingly as my alarm went off. Great timing, I thought as I wiped my eyes. I walked over to my mahogany standing closet and threw on a white blouse and pair of brown trousers with suspenders. I adjusted the scarlet ribbon in the blonde ringlets of hair. As I reached for the ready-made sandwich my brother had so kindly made me before he left.

I applied my crimson lipstick and stuffed my police badge in my pocket. The whole station thought it would be funny to give the chief's secretary a police badge. I gagged at the memory as I reloaded my shiny grey 38 snub nose revolver engraved with "Love Mom".

Before the war, Mum started a company that manufactured guns. To say she's wealthy would be an understatement, and to say that I get a lot of freebies would be even more.

I grabbed my trench coat off the rack as I tried to shut the door.

But then I saw two sad green eyes looking up at me with a tiny matching leash.

"Fine, you can come!"

"Hey, Collette." He slammed his hand on my desk, interrupting the quiet pitter-patter of my typewriter as I tried to continue writing up the witness statements for the chief. "Got a favour to ask," he stated as he leaned over the desk and started twirling a strand of my hair. "You know Mikey, you know, works in the field, is an officer." I pushed him away, disgusted. He just continued, "Well, it's his birthday on Thursday, and he'll need a cake and seeing that you're a, well, you know, I was wondering when you could make one? You can leave it on my desk when it's done."

"Get out, Greg," I sneered.

"The only cake I'd make you would be filled with arsenic!"

"I wouldn't be threatening the head detective if I were you, or anyone for that matter," He laughed.

"A detective who lost his gun licence on his first day and who's only still here cause his daddy is the Mayor isn't that right, Mr Greg Fiztpatrick," I stated with a smile.

I watched his face fall as he dropped a stack of paper on my desk. "I'll need these in the afternoon, no later than 3:00!"

He yelled as he slammed the office door behind him.

I looked at the clock on the opposite wall, and it read 12:30 exactly.

I sighed as I fed a new piece of paper into the typewriter. I glanced over to the tall stack of crime reports, grabbed the first one and started typing.

A few hours had passed of trying to stop Benji, as I had named him, from trying to sit on the keys before Greg Fitzpatrick had so rudely interrupted. I had stationed Benji in one of the empty, strangely oversized file cabinets. Like why does the letter X have a larger cabinet than A or E? God knows I need those more! On the way to the station, I had stopped by the grocers and bought him a bed, food and two bowels. I then placed down some newspaper and plopped Benji into the oversized cabinet. Because Benji's is so tiny a cat, it was like a whole playground in there.

After Fitzpatrick left, I let him out to play. As soon as I did, he started bouncing around in excitement. I don't know what he was excited about; My office was just the hallway between the chief's office door and the rest of the station. With a desk pushed to the side with silver sorting cabinets covering the wall. It was small and ugly with its red hotel carpet and beige walls. There's only one thing on the wall in front of me, and it's one simple clock with a white frame and black numbers. The white of the frame made the beige wall just look dirty.

The one good thing about my office is that it's quiet because both of the doors were made out of oak; they were almost entirely soundproof, and no sound made it faster for me to type without interruptions.

But now I was dealing with a kitten that wanted one thing and would do anything for it, attention!

"Ha, finished! Take that, Fitzpatrick!" I shouted as I pulled out the last report. "Oh no!" I whispered as I realised what I had done. I looked over to the black ball of fluff curled up in my paper bin. He flinched but luckily didn't wake up. I sighed in relief as I straightened the new clean stack of paper. I opened the door to the station as quietly as possible as I held the stack of documents. I swiftly strode through the sea of empty desks as I headed to Greg Fitzpatrick's. But before I could plop the papers down, I heard a voice behind me ask, "Hey Collette, is this yours?" I turned to see a colossal brute of a man holding a tiny kitten in one giant hand." I saw it following you from your office." He smiled as he played with Benji," I didn't want you losing your little friend," he said

"Oh yes, he's mine, so sorry, Mikey!" I said as I dropped the stack of paper on Fitzpatrick's empty desk. He carefully handed me the now sleeping Benji.

"All good, a pleasure meeting him, what's his name?

"Benji, I just got him," I replied.

"Ah, Benji, a lovely name for a lovely cat. Well, I hope to see you around, Benji," he said as he stroked his head. "Oh, and Collette, Greg left early".

I sighed. Greg always leaves early.

"Um, Mikey, what flavour of cake do you want for your birthday?" I muttered."

"Oh, chocolate, you don't have to if you don't..."

"It'll be my pleasure, Mikey," I smiled.

"Thanks, Collette!" he said as he gave me a strong bear hug. "This will be the best one yet!"

After Mikey left, I started organising the reports into A to Z because, as Fitzpatrick had said last time, "I can't work in a world where B is before A", and I wasn't working two extra shifts because of that again. Almost exactly as I finished, Benji tipped Fitzpatrick's dustbin over. "Benji!" I exclaimed as I picked up the crumpled pieces of paper, but then I paused when I noticed that they had pushed into the very bottom of the bin. It was a report, a crime report dated yesterday and on it a face that no one could ever forget.

Richard John Cox was a man feared by all. Money is power, and he was the crowned head of Pomsioux, with anyone of importance stuck as his puppets. According to the report, it was a simple crime, a robbery gone wrong, but even so, it should be with the chief because of the bigwig involved. As I read over the report, things weren't adding up. For starters, the cause of death was a bullet to the head, but then the thief went to shoot him twice in the heart and then left a pink lipstick mark on his cheek. The only thing stolen was his watch and wedding ring. Not your common home burglary, and even Fitzpatrick could see that.

The report in hand, heels clicking, I walked down the cracked concrete path to the address given, Benji behind me stumbling over pebbles.

"Here, Benji", I whispered as I picked up the clumsy clump of fluff, trying not to be seen.

I stared at the towering raven door knocking as professionally as I could.

"Go away! I won't buy anything you are selling," came an angry voice from inside.

"Police, Ma am, it's about Mr Richard Cox."

The door swung open. There was a tired maid at the door, her eyes stained and her rosy lipstick smudged.

"He was murdered, huh? Who are you?" she sniffled, looking me up and down.

"I work for head detective Fitzpatrick," I declared, showing her the police badge in my open hand.

The words killed me inside, but I'd do anything for justice.

Even do Fitzpatrick's job …again.

"You're a detective?" She asked suspiciously.

"His secretary, ma'am", I replied.

"Oh!" she said as if to say that makes sense.

"Oh, do come in. My mistress is upstairs," she muttered as she ushered me inside.

Mrs Diane Cox is as revered as her husband. Before the war, she was known as a prima donna on the stage, and her anger issues were to thank for it. Nowadays, she spends her days enjoying her wealth at home out of the public's eye. A likely suspect, I thought to myself. As she had informed me, the maid named Betsy led me to the living room. It was a gorgeous room. It looked like a classic theatre with its red velvet curtains and gold trims.

"Mr Cox was found right by that window." Betsy pointed to the window to the right of the sofa in the middle of the room. I noted the pebble track outside of the window.

"Miss, is that your cat?"

"Huh?" I said as I swirled around to Benji sitting in the door frame.

"Argh, yes, this cat is with me," flustered, I continued.

"He's a police cat trained to smell blood!"

Come on, Collette, you can do better than this! I thought to myself, trying to keep my composure.

"Oh, ok..." She replied, not completely convinced. Luckily before she could ask any more questions, a cry came from the top of the staircase. "Ohh, Richard, my beloved, how could this of happened to you? We were so happy, but now." Mrs Cox stopped suddenly, "Who are you? Besty, you said it was the police!"

"She's his secretary, ma'am," Betsy shouted up to her.

"So I got dressed up for nothing!" She grumbled as she quickly walked down the steps. I looked over to Betsy, confused. She just rolled her eyes.

"I'm here about your husband, Richard Cox."

Her eyebrow raised slightly. "I thought that was over? Your boss said it was open and shut," she muttered quietly to herself.

"It is, Ma'am. He just wants me to review the facts of the case for the official report." I replied.

Frowning, she said, "But Greg said there wouldn't be an official report."

Confused, I asked, "May I interview the people involved, please?" Desperately trying to change the subject.

"Of course, do what you need to. You can start with Eleanor seeming that she witnessed the crime." She suggested turning to leave.

SOMEONE WITNESSED THE CRIME! I thought to myself. There is no way Fitzpatrick could have missed that, it wasn't even mentioned on the report that there was an Eleanor in the house at the time. Now that I thought of it, who even is Eleanor?

"ELEANOR!" Mrs Cox called up the stairs

Rushed footsteps came from above. Suddenly, a weary face turned to us from the top of the staircase "yes, Diane?"

"Oh, there you are! This woman wants to talk to you about Richard."

"Are you a reporter?" She asked me quietly.

"I wish! No, she works for the police, so just answer her questions, " Mrs Cox interrupted.

"The police?" She whispered to Besty, who nodded her head and had been silently watching on.

I walked up the Marble staircase to Eleanor and into Mrs Cox's bedroom.

"It'll be more private in here" I smiled as she sat down on the bed.

"Ok, what do you want to know?"

"For starters, who are you?" I asked as I swiped my finger along the vanity. I noticed that Mrs Cox only used one shade of lipstick, red.

"Oh, of course, I'm Eleanor Orchid, Diane's sister. I'm here for the holidays every year, but I decided to come a week early for Easter this year," she answered.

"And you saw the murder?"

"Well, yes, but no, I was on the pebble path outside the window, and I saw Mr Richard. I saw no one in the room, but he was angry, so I rushed away as to not interfere. But when I was about 30 feet away, I heard a bang and then another and then two more. I ran away at the first bang and saw nothing. I knew he was dead when Diane screamed for Betsy." She explained sadly, "I should have done something, but I was scared I regret it so much." Her eyes started to water. "I'm so sorry, Diane."

I looked at her tired, pale face. It was a beautiful face beaten by emotion. Unlike her sister, she seemed to care, but about what I did not know.

"I think that should be enough, ma'am," I assured her as I walked down the stairs. "Could I speak to Mrs Cox?" I asked.

"You may speak to me now," She called from over on the sofa.

I turned to see her reclining on the white sofa with Benji, patting him slowly.

"Where were you on the day of the crime, and what was your relationship with the deceased?" I questioned.

She was silent for a moment in thought. "To tell you the truth, I was upstairs drunk on a call with my lover. Richard knew about him, so that couldn't have been the thing that made him mad. I wasn't paying much attention, I never really did. It wasn't exactly a marriage of love; I was young, beautiful, and he was rich. It was simple, really, a marriage of necessity. I heard the first bang of the bangs, didn't think much of it, but then I realised that guns going off in one's house isn't normal and rushed downstairs only to find Richard's body. Then I called for Betsy, who came from the kitchen over there." She explained, pointing to the door on the left of the sofa.

I went over to inspect the door, she was correct. It did lead to the kitchen, but I noticed a small wooden shard that had broken off the door on my way back as if someone had slammed it shut.

"Can I speak to you now?" I asked, turning to face Betsy. Who then led me to an empty corner of the room.

"Alright then, what was your relationship with the deceased, and where were you on the day of the murder?" I asked.

"I was outside getting some herbs, then I went inside. I saw Mr Cox, but he didn't seem angry. Then I went through to the kitchen and stayed there till I heard Mrs Cox scream." She stated quickly. "But I want to talk to you about Mrs Cox. I heard Mr Cox shout Diane before the three gunshots, so I asked Eleanor if she heard it. Because it would have been impossible for her not to of heard it, she was so close. She admitted that she did hear it and didn't want to get her sister in trouble, so she's probably not told you." Betsy explained, and with a quick breath, she continued, "Ma'ams always been known for her temper, and with the amount of alcohol she had that night, I wouldn't be surprised if she killed him."

I looked at her blankly, trying to think what to do. "This is critical information, Betsy. I'll have to take you to the station for a witness report. Would you be willing to go?" I asked silently so as not to let the others overhear.

"Certainly," she answered.

"I have one last thing to ask, what was stolen?"

"His wedding ring and watch," she responded, walking to the door.

I looked over to Eleanor and Mrs Cox, who shared a glance of confusion, and then I walked out the door. Then opened it again to grab Benji.

The next day, I had woken up bright and early to pick up Betsy. When we got to the station, I quickly walked through the bustling sea of desks with Betsy behind me. I glanced over to Greg Fitzpatrick, whose face had turned a deathly white. Right before I strode into Chief Robert's office, I turned to Betsy, "The report will need your full name." She looked at me confused and said, "Annabeth, Rose, Gillard."

"They call you Besty because of the gambling, right, always making bets?" I said.

She nodded.

I opened the door, "Hey, Uncle Robert, this is the woman I was talking about." Smiling at Chief Robert Kenndy.

I looked over to my mentor with Benji in his lap "Let's start from the start, shall we?" I said as I locked the door behind me. "Please, Miss Gillard, take a seat while my lovely niece explains to you why you are being arrested for the murder of Richard John Cox," he smiled. Betsy sat there, stunned to silence. "Well, it's simple, really you needed money gambling is an expensive habit, and Richard wasn't willing to pay anymore. He didn't usually have to pay his mistresses. You weren't happy you talked so much about Mrs Cox's anger issues even though it's you with the string of assault charges. Mrs Cox's anger issues are verbal, and yours are physical. The plan was simple, get Mrs Cox drunk which is easily done, kill him, pretend you were in the kitchen the whole time, blame it on Mrs Cox by stealing the wedding ring and then sell his extremely expensive pocket watch, which is a family heirloom that no else knew about and then move on. But then someone heard Richard cry out, "Die, Anne!". You convince them they heard Diane, and they wouldn't snitch on the sister that is letting them live with her until their divorce is finalised. A quick read of a tabloid told me that. But do you want to know what told me you did it straight away? You're wearing the same lipstick found on the body. It was pink, Mrs Cox only wore red, Eleanor didn't have any lipstick, and you wore rosy pink lipstick. Oh, and you said there were only three gunshots when everyone else said four, the fourth being when you slammed the kitchen door. Do you want to add anything, Betsy, or should I say, Anne?"

She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

"I think you should be leaving now," Robert said, pointing to Mickey, who was already reading Besty her rights while putting her in cuffs.

"Well, that was fun, but I don't get why Greg tried to hide the report?" Robert asked

"Oh, he was Mrs Cox's lover, but I guess he was right. It was a robbery gone wrong," I replied, walking out the door.

#short story #detective #cats #murder #mystery #murder mystery #robbery

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honouredsatoru · 3 years

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JJK Characters x You on a date

notes : I tried including Gojo's love for Digimon since I also grew up watching Digimon and loving the anime with all of my heart, also because Gojo's seiyuu, both Japanese and English versions, voiced for characters in Digimon, so I wanna pay homage to the both of them. other than that, I also included my love for arts and history, something I tried to incorporate into my writing, just to make it like.. lilith's style, ya know?

extra notes : also I wrote megumi for Elli, just because haha.

warnings : slight cussing. not proofread lol. other than that, none. 100% fluff!

characters : gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, kugisaki nobara, nanami kento, itadori yuji.

Gojo Satoru - Arcades, vintage shops, especially collectors, especially Digimon, comic book/manga stores.

[Your name]! [Your name!]! Look, look! It's the Digimon Adventure V-Tamer 01 series! All 9 of them! Let's get in!"

"Ahh hold on. Towu! We're supposed to visit the cat cafe, you promised that you would go with me and take pictures with the cat hairband on! And I'm starving!"

You jokingly scowled at him, tapping your Doc Martens feet on the ground, arms folding.

"Fucking adorable. Let me see if I can tease her more, hah." A smirk soon appeared on this blue-eyed darling of yours.

"Let me get the manga and I promise, I'll go to this cat cafe with you, baby. Hm?"

"Oh alright."

"I love you, sweetheart. I know how much you wanted to go there but the manga. I- ahaaaa"

He started pouting as he kept pointing in the direction of the Digimon manga by the window. You quickly opened your camera, taking pictures of him sulking, emitting a soft giggle that actually made his heart squeezed with joy.

He presses his lips against your forehead, thumb circling your cheek, gently squishing them before opening the door, yanking you into the comic book store with him. You vowed to hide the comic books once he goes on a mission. After all, he made you wait a month before the two of you finally get to go to this cafe you always wanted to visit.

"Baby, I can read what you're thinking. Your face shows it too. Hehe. Watch me hide your panties."

Taking in a few gulps of air to deepen your breath, you opened your eyes, to meet the love of your life's own eyes, snickering at you, his large hands on the crown of your head before ruffling your already messy hair. There is no way you can stay mad at this man, as childish as he is, you know he loves you and deep down? He knows you love him too.

Itadori Yuji - Thrift stores, internet cafes to play online games with you, cinemas.

"Candy! [Your name] love! Don't! Make! Me! Ahhh cover up for me! I am gonna lose! I am gonna-"

He turns around to face you with soft eyes, his eyebrows slightly droopy before looking back at the computer, taking in the seconds in his head to register the fact that he lost in his mission with you in Inferno.

"Awww sorry babe. I mean.. you just started playing CSGO, so tell me, why- again- damn it- you wanna- AH. Damn it! Throw the fucking grenade! I mean why you wanna play this game, you need more practice- FUCK YOU."

Gentle chuckles were heard, emitted from his throat, his soft, peach toned lips landed on your cheek repeatedly as he rubbed soothing circles around your back.

"Breathe, bunny baby. You're so feisty whenever you start having online matches. Breathe. I love you, and I don't want you to get your blood pressure rising because of these dumbos, hm?"

Your lips curl into a faint and appreciative smile, nodding while your eyes are glued to the screen, ignoring the fading laughs and snickers from the people acknowledging your mini rage.

"I love you too. If I win, I'm getting us boba and chicken nuggets. So let me fight them, okie?"

"Yes ma'am!"

Megumi - Museums, art galleries, photo exhibitions, aesthetic cafes.

"Oh Gumi bear, look at that! That is the Raft of Medusa, it was done by Thèodore Géricault, he himself interviewed two survivors from the shipwreck."

He looks over your eyes that shine with excitement and pure happiness.

"Art"

Was what he thought every time he laid his sight onto you. God knows that he falls in love with you every single time he is blessed with your presence. Resting his arm around your waist, pulling you closer, inhaling the scent of mixed berries and wild roses, he swore he heard his heartbeat increasing every two seconds in a span of one minute.

"Oh really? What do you think this painting is all about?"

Glancing at him before returning to the painting, you puffed your cheeks, pressing your lips together with your index finger curled on your chin and your thumb under it.

"Lord, she is so cute whenever she does that. Can I kiss her? Should I? No wait, she's trying to tell me her own interpretation of this painting. To me. Oh wow. I'm gonna kiss her... later. I can't interrupt her." That is all he could think of. You. He is deeply, madly, beautifully in love with you.

"In my opinion, it tells me the ways of how men, or human beings, seek out in order to survive. When we are at the brink of desperation, insanity, happiness, greed, lust, desire, wrath, grief, don't we all do things unimaginable to help us go through the day? They even resolved to cannibalism. I think even I would commit to that if I was in an extremely dire situation."

You looked at him, a wide smile on your face, emitting a soft giggle that entered his right ear and stayed within the chambers of his mind. He closed the spaces between the both of you, sealing his lips onto yours, with the intention of making this very moment last a little longer heavy within his heart.

"Art."

Was what you thought of him.

Nanami Kento - Theatres, historical museums, fine dining restaurants.

You squealed, lightly clapping your hands as you ran to a block of marble, your foot tapping against the floor. He chuckles, hands in his pocket, taking fast strides towards you.

"Namnam! Look look! That's the Parthenon Sculptures! It was founded in hm... Athens, yes! If I am not mistaken, around 438 to 432 BC. These sculptures decorated the insides of the Parthenon, it is a temple located at the fortress of the Athenian Acropolis. It is said that this temple was built to appreciate and worship the Goddess Athena, she was the deity worship in Athens. Also, ah ah! Did you know that the word parthénos means "maiden", "girl" or ‘virgin"? And I-"

You look at him, your magnificent lover wearing a dark brown trench coat, with ecru brown trousers and a black turtleneck tucked in, his neck layered with white gold necklaces. Your hand unconsciously scratches your sideburns, giggling at the side of his stoic expression, eyes piercing yours beneath that yellow-green glasses he constantly has on his chiseled face.

"Oh... I am sorry... I didn't mean to bore you. I was just so excited because you know me! I love anything that is related to ancient greek history and mythology. I can't seem to get enough of it and it is absolut-

"I'm not bored, [your name]. I was just paying attention to every single word that pretty lips of yours uttered. It's magnificent that you knew all of this. It shows just how smart, curious, bright your mind and soul is. And darling?"

"Huh?"

"I am lucky to be blessed with someone like you. With Gojo constantly following me, there is no way I can read the books I bought for myself. However, having you around, breaking the ice with your random history tib bits, I feel like I am reading the pages, savouring each word, alphabet, sentence, thus expanding my quest and love for knowledge."

You looked down. Normally, you're not the type to tear up this easily but seeing how this man, this angel of a man, appreciates the little things you loved and adored, you can't help but let the waterworks out. You lifted your head up to meet his gaze, the tip of your nose slightly stuffy. You grabbed his arms, clinging onto him, the difference of height and size makes it sweet to the eyes of strangers surrounding you both.

"Oh Namnam. Thank you so much. This means the world to me. Shall we... go and see the best of Ramesses the Great? I've loads to tell you!"

Nobara - Shopping malls, ferry rides, beach dates, parks with cherry blossoms.

"Baby... tell me, have you ever seen anything as joyous as the ocean?"

You two stood by the seashore, fingers intertwined, your head resting on her shoulders, the sound of the seas splashing against the rocks and the warmth around your foot, it tingled but it feels good at the same time.

"I don't want this moment to end, [your name]."

"Why is that, pretty one?"

A faint sigh leaves her lips, you feeling her body loosen up.

"I just.. school is sort of stressful so my time spent with you liberates me from the pressure, fatigue, and image of curses embedded in my brain. Walking with you... through this airy womb of skies and clouds, don't you know it makes me happy?"

You leaned closer, pressing a soft peck on her cheeks, earning yourself a pair of scarlet cheeks with a gorgeous smile from the one next to you. You turned yourself to face her, hands on her shoulders, bringing her body closer to yours.

"Whenever and wherever you need me, I will be there. I might not be perfect, but I am gonna do my best to be the one you can always count on."

You pressed a kiss on her left cheek.

"I love you."

A kiss on her right cheek.

"I love you."

A kiss to the lips of the woman whom you shared your entire universe with.

"To the moon and back, I love you, Kugisaki Nobara."

The end.

tags : @tojisveryown @sookyshima @megumifushi @sixeyesgojo @sirthisisa-wendys @sasso-oda @fushigurocockslut @nkogneatho @kotarousgf @noritoshiikamo

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the-fiction-witch · 2 years

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99 Questions Benny Watts

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? I do like a coffee cup then again I mostly like the coffee

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Lollipops. don't make the mess and gunky throat I get with chocolate

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Cotton candy. Purely because of the amount of gum left under tables

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

'Never in class, Once came to class and corrected me,'

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

Soda bottles, I like a good coke bottle

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

uuuuhh goth, grunge. I guess. maybe. I don't know me. I dress me.

7. earbuds or headphones?

Headphones, but I'd rather just put music on normally

8. movies or tv shows?

I like a movie, just sit and watch in one go, can't keep up with all these until next week shows

9. favourite smell in the summer?

The smell of the fresh air from the of people who fuck off out of new york in the summertime

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

Ahh my favourite game. 'Cough cough Sir I'm sick I need to go sit down' I often won this game

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

Coffee. maybe a fried egg.

12. name of your favourite playlist?

Rock n roll compilations

13. lanyard or keyring?

Keyring, I do not know how anyone looks like an adult with a lanyard.

14. favourite non-chocolate candy?

Candy laces They are so good!

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

Spot the dog. An enjoyable read indeed

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

sitting in my leather chair arms behind me legs open usually.

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

Boots. or no shoes I like no shoes

18. ideal weather?

a little grey and mildly rainy

19. sleeping position?

Okay... I like to spoon. Shot me It's cosy as hell

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Notebooks. I will drop some good cash on a decent notebook

21. obsession from childhood?

Uhh Chess I guess.

22. role model?

as much as I hate him. I have to say borgov

23. strange habits?

Fiddling with my rings Its a weird habit

24. favourite crystal?

Obsidian

25. first song you remember hearing?

Earth Angel, I don't remember where I heard it, but I remember it being the first song I heard.

26. favourite activity to do in warm weather?

Chess.

27. favourite activity to do in cold weather?

Chess

28. A song to describe you? Hummm is there a song called most amazing human being alive? If so that one.

29. best way to bond with you? Discuss the magic of chess.

30. places that you find sacred? My bed.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? My usual outfit. Jeans, belt with knife. Black silk shirt, leather trench coat and hat. I can kick any butt required.

32. favorite vines? What.... Uhhhh grape?

33. most used phrase in your phone? Uhhh hello I suppose

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? Copper tone QT. I had that in my head for like a month

35. average time you fall asleep? Half ten. Sometimes later if my little flowers feeling frisky

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? What.... What is a meme?

37. suitcase or duffel bag? Duffle bag

38. lemonade or tea? I think... Tea.

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? Pie. I do love a good pie.

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? A boy shoved gum up his nose and would blow bubbles when he sneezed

41. last person you texted? Uuuuhhhhh.... I rang beth, mostly to tell her to stop sending products from adam and eve to our house, brand new but still! Like once a month oohh a parcel nope just sex toys. (Y/n from elsewhere) you weren't complaining last month when it was a spanking paddle. Y/n! I thought you were doing laundry! (Y/n from elsewhere) I am I just like correcting you in your interview

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? Jacket. I have lost! So! Many! Wallets trying to keep them in my jeans plus they make my jeans really bulky in the crotch or ass, and... I want that bulk to speak for itself ;)

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? I think we all know the answer to that is leather trench coat.

44. favorite scent for soap? I wanna say orange. But that's because y/n uses orange so I mostly just connect the smell with her. But my soap smells like cedarwood and I think I smell great

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? Sci fi

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? Boxer shorts, and my sexy kimono

47. favorite type of cheese? Edam tis delicious

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? Banana ;) (Y/n from elsewhere) more like a little strawberry I can't tell if that's bad or not because you love strawberries? (Y/n from elsewhere) that I do benny

49. what saying or quote do you live by? Why should I live to follow someone else's instructions

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? When I saw harry beltik slip down both flights of stairs ti my apartment on an icey day. That was funny

51. current stresses? Rent. Bills. Milk. Chess tournament. Planes. Cars. War. Politics. Chess. Weather. Everything stresses me.

52. favorite font? What's the really cursive one. I like that one

53. what is the current state of your hands? My hands? Uhhh hand like I suppose (Y/n from another room) probably need some lotion Benny! Y/n! Fine I probably do actually.

54. what did you learn from your first job? That some people in new york have expensive hedges and if you throw a paper in them they get really really mad!

55. favorite fairy tale? I really like sleeping beauty because it's evil when you get down to it

56. favorite tradition? Awww well after me and y/n got together we created our own little holiday and it's traddions as we don't get to spend a lot of real holidays like Valentine's and our anniversary together, we call it flower day once a day where we drive to impressive gardens and just cuddle and look at flowers together and of course I usually buy her some flowers too, because she's my little flower.

57. a struggle you've overcome? I've not completely overcome my gambling but I'm working on it

58. A talent you're proud of having? Well chess? And my amazing charm with the ladies...

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? Tick tock with my chess clock

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? Epic fighting anime! But chess.

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? That was a mean, low, sneaky, underhanded trick!

Yes, it was. And I'm quite pleased with myself.”

62. A character you relate to? I feel like me and whinne the pooh share a vibe.

63. A song that would play in your club? Live for today!

64. favorite website from your childhood? Website? Uuuhhh my window use to get cool webs in winter

65. any permanent scars? One. But I refuse to disclose where it is or how I got it (Y/n from another room) he has a scar on his butt where he accidentally sat on his knife. Y/N!

66. favorite flower(s)? I like.... Uhhh what are they called. Snapdragons there cool.

67. good luck charms? My hat and my ring.

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you've ever tried? Lime. Limeaid can fuck off

69. a fun fact that you don't know how you learned? If you bury a body under an endangered plant it's illegal to dig up. Not sure how I learnt that but I imagine it has something to do with y/n

70. left or right handed? Right.

71. least favorite pattern? Like the weird swirling stuff that makes you feel like you did lsd

72. worst subject? I fucking hated english I got so bored

73. favorite weird flavor combo? ... I like strawberry and mint like chocolate covered strawberries but with mint chocolate

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

10 I will not take it until I'm dieing!

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

uuuhhh.... the first I remember was in school one of the boys threw me into a door and I lost a tooth

76. what's your favourite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

Fries!

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

uuuhh (WHisper) Y/n? what is growing on our windowsill?.... I see... thank you. Succulents

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

I like gas station coffee. What's wrong with gas station coffee?

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver's license photo?

uuuuughhh. Neither. we do not look at either.

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Uhh earth I guess

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

Fireflies at least their cute lighting bugs are just annoying

82. pc or console?

uhh... I do not understand.

83. writing or drawing?

writing, I gotta work on my new book

84. podcasts or talk radio?

podcasts I do like a radio drama

84. barbie or polly pocket?

Barbie. she got good boobs!

85. fairy tales or mythology?

Mythology. it's cool. horse dude cool. fish lady cool. lion dog cool. fairy tales are just like pixies and princess.

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Cookies, I don't have to muck around with cases or hell just eat the dough raw

87. your greatest fear?

babies. More specifically pregnancy, It freaks me out! you take a tiny little spill of me and then grow a human inside your stomach! then push it out. It's terrifying

88. your greatest wish?

More money. and more chess books

89. who would you put before everyone else?

Myself.

90. luckiest mistake?

Crashing my car. it was lucky because I would not have met my... well now wife if I hadn't

91. boxes or bags?

Bags! you cannot separate me from my leather bag

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

Lamps, I spend five bucks on my living room lamp and if it breaks I may cry.

93. nicknames?

Well benny is a nickname. You don't need to know what the real one is.

94. favourite season?

Winter, My jacket is so cosy

95. favourite app on your phone?

Uhhh... if I move the ringer really fast it rings a nice tune

96. desktop background?

Uhh I have no desktop

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

uhhhh sixteen.

98. favourite historical era?

I like now! now is great

99. Favorite thing about y/n? Hummm that's a hard one. I love everything about her? I think I like her sweetness best how kind and forgiving she can me for when I burn dinner or sir playing chess an hour or two to long, all the late dates and sudden trips she's so sweet and forgiving.

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mochegato · 4 years

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Covert Dating

Written for the Jasonette July First Date prompt.

This was it. Marinette had managed to get out of the house without Adrien knowing about it so she could have her first date with Jason. Not that she didn't want Adrien to know about it, it's just that she absolutely DID NOT WANT ADRIEN TO KNOW ABOUT IT. At least not until after the first date… or tenth, you know, whatever.

Adrien knowing meant endless teasing, “knowing” glances, waggling eyebrows, and in-no-way subtle references. Adrien knowing meant an attempt at a shovel talk, which as humorous as it would be to see Adrien attempt to shovel talk a man twice his size, and as flattered as she would be that he tried, no. Just No. She was nervous enough about this date. She had waited long enough for this date.

She and Jason had been building up to this for months. They had first run into each other a few months ago at a coffee shop they both liked and started exchanging courteous nods and discrete, longing stares whenever they ran into each other, eventually building up to smiling at each other and occasionally making funny faces to get the other to smile. But they only really started talking a few weeks ago when she sat at his table and started up a conversation. He looked shocked for a few seconds but then grinned that heart-stopping grin of his and started responding. After that they chatted and flirted whenever they were both there until they finally took the next step, or rather he did, asking her on a date just after she knocked a would-be mugger on his ass after he had attempted to take another patron’s purse.

Hmm… should she be worried that violence seemed to be the tipping point for Jason? Nah, she was going to assume it was because he liked strong women, another bonus to add to the growing list of impressive things about him.

Jason was absolutely amazing. He was funny and he was smart and he was handsome and he was so sweet to her. He cared about others and she had seen him stand up to a few people he thought were acting improperly, which they were. He was interested in her and he had always been more than willing to listen to her and encourage her. He seemed to return the favor and would talk to her about his days and trust her with some of his secrets too. They had built up an immense amount of trust in a very short time, which was frankly a little alarming but also comforting, like being with Jason was right.

They had taken so long to get to this point and now she was completely enamored with Jason. She needed this date to go well. She didn’t need outside interference messing it up. And if Adrien messed up this date, she was not going to react kindly. Which would be a problem because blood was a bitch to get out of carpeting.

She had taken all the necessary precautions. She had smuggled her clothes for the date out of the apartment the morning before and hidden them in her office so she could leave straight from her office that night. She then told Adrien she had to work late, which wasn’t unusual for this time of year so he shouldn’t be suspicious, plus it was kind of true. She had worked late on some designs before getting ready for the date, so it wasn’t a lie. It wasn’t ideal getting ready in the office, but she made it work, not that she needed a lot of space or time, really.

She had opted for casual elegance rather than fancy, which would seem out of place in the small, cozy restaurant they had agreed to meet at. She had chosen a loose silk shirt with red detailing and black tailored pants paired with red flats, in case they wanted to go for a walk after the date, and bright red lips, in case he needed something to focus on during the date. The killer red leather jacket she had designed and created, inspired by Jason, tied it all together and was hanging on the chair behind her. It wasn’t her regular style but she liked the end result and if it made Jason speechless for a few seconds, even better.

The waiter brought a glass of water for her while she waited. She thanked the waiter and brought the glass up to her lips to take a drink then thought better of it and set it back down. Her phone pinged almost as soon as her hand left the glass. She looked down and saw a text from Adrien.

‘Too scared to actually take a drink?’

What? No. She was NOT too scared to take a drink. That's not why... Well, kind of. It wasn't her fears that were getting to her it was her anxiety, which was caused by fears. It was a fine line, really.

She knew everything was set for them to have a great date. They had great banter, they trusted each other, they were attracted to each other (if the lingering stares he gave her were any indication), and they were both interested in the other and single. She knew she had no reason to be nervous and as soon as Jason got there she would relax, but anxiety didn’t always need a reason to take over. So she focused on controlling as much as she could in the hopes of repressing her anxiety. She had chosen the perfect outfit and done her makeup flawlessly. And her lipstick! She couldn’t take a drink before Jason even got there because she didn't want it smudged before he could... wait… What the Fuck!! How did he… Oh no. No, no, no, no, no.

Her head whipped up as she looked around the restaurant. There were a few couples laughing and gazing lovingly at each other, quite a few people on their own watching their phones as they ate, a group of three at another table partially hidden behind menus. They were a bit suspicious, but the blonde in that group was a girl and the boys both had black hair, so they weren’t Adrien. She looked behind her and saw someone grinning at her.

Well, fuck. Apparently not all the necessary precautions then.

Because there was Adrien in a “top notch” disguise; dark glasses, baseball cap, a black mustache, seriously? A black mustache with his blonde hair? That looked… natural, and was that a trench coat!? Yep, that was a trench coat. WTF Adrien! That idiot has absolutely no chill. None whatsoever. Not too surprising really, being the drama king that he is. No blending in unnoticed skills either, which is, you know, a bit surprising considering all the times they snuck out together and that he was Chat freaking Noir. Apparently all his stealth was used when he was Chat and he had none left over for Adrien.

Marinette glared at him and was about to start threatening him when she heard the bell from the door opening. She turned around in time to see Jason entering. Adrien momentarily forgotten, Marinette relaxed and gave a beaming smile, standing up to greet him.

Jason walked in and scanned the room narrowing his eyes then rolling them and started muttering under his breath. Her anxiety ramped up. He didn’t seem to be in a good mood. Shouldn’t he be happy to be there? Granted she was nervous, but she was also really excited and happy. She couldn’t be the only one that felt that way about first dates. No, Adrien said he felt that way whenever he went on first dates too. Jason just looked annoyed. Oh God, what if he had changed his mind? What if he didn’t want this date anymore? Before she could spiral further, his eyes landed on her and lit up, “Hey Pixie,” a smile spread across his face and his shoulders relaxed as he made his way over to her. His eyes gleamed as he looked at her, “Damn, you look amazing. But then you always do.” He gave her a hug and kissed her cheek before sitting down.

She blushed slightly then responded when her heart calmed down a bit, “Thanks. You look good too. But then you always do too.” She noticed his eyes shifting around the room with suspicion. “Hey, Jason,” she started hesitantly, concern and a bit of worry etched in her face, “is something wrong? You seem… distracted?”

He sighed. “Sorry. I don’t mean to be distracted. I want to focus on you and making you blush more,” he grinned when his words worked and Marinette blushed again. “It’s just… there’s a creep in the corner in a trench coat making me nervous.”

“Ahh,” she shifted nervously. She was going to kill Adrien. “Do you want to go someplace else?”

“Yeah, let’s do that.” Marinette started to gather her things. “Normally, I’d consider staying just so I could watch him and make sure he doesn’t do anything that I might have to…uh, stop,” he stuttered over his words and hoped she didn’t notice. “But I see several of my family attempting to hide over there,” he said indicating a table to their left with three people hiding behind their menus, “and they can keep an eye on him.”

She stopped and looked at him with an amused glint in her eye, “Your family was worried about me?”

“No, maybe for you but not about you. They’re probably more curious who I was able to convince to go out with me, since I wouldn’t tell them about you, BECAUSE IT IS MY PRIVATE LIFE AND NONE OF THEIR FUCKING BUSINESS.”

The three at the table she had noted before slunk down a bit further in their seats until the older man spoke up. “Hey Little Wing, what are you doing here? What a coincidence, huh?” he said sheepishly.

Jason rolled his eyes and took a deep steadying breath. “I hate my family” he muttered to her under his breath.

“Huh, maybe your nosy, intrusive family should join the creepy guy’s table. They can chat about violating other people’s boundaries.” She giggled with an amused smile. “The creepy guy in the trench coat is my overprotective, mother-henning brother, who somehow found out about this and wanted to make sure you weren’t a serial killer or rapist.” She seemed to think it over quickly and consider all the possible ways that could backfire on her, “On second thought, they shouldn’t meet. We should keep them far, far apart. They can meet at the wedding.”

“Wedding huh?” He said with a smug glint in his eye

Marinette’s eyes went wide and her cheeks turned a bright red color that would make Rudolph proud. “It’s an expression?” She offered weakly putting on the jacket she created for the date.

“I think we should probably have at least one date before we run off to Vegas...” He started smugly, until he looked down and finally took in the jacket she had put on. His eyes widened incrementally and he lost his next words and breath for a few seconds, “…although, I can get us a jet on short notice if this date goes really well.” He leaned closer to her and lowered his head so he was just a few centimeters away from her ear and whispered, “You look really good in that jacket. Red is a good color on you.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you like it. You inspired it after all.” She grinned up at him and it was his turn to blush. “Although I think you’ve been keeping things from me. You know people who would give you rides in their private jets with no notice? I feel like I should have mentioned as part of the dating package. I might have asked you out sooner.” She gave him a mischievous grin as she slung her purse over her shoulder.

He rolled his eyes at her, knowing better than to take her seriously. “You know I don't actually own the jets, right?”

“Even better. I’ve been told maintaining a jet is a bitch.”

“Oh, so you know people private jets too.”

“I might know a few. But no one who would just give me rides whenever I ask.”

“That's a lie!” she heard yelled from the back of the restaurant.

“SHUT IT, AGRESTE.” She yelled back at him. “You weren’t invited into this conversation.”

“Hey, you’re here to watch her? We’re here to watch him. Wanna watch with us, Blondie?” the blonde girl from Jason’s family table loudly called back to him.

“Sure,” Adrien responded grinning excitedly and getting up and sitting at their table.

“Oh my God, they’re joining forces. What do we do?” Marinette whispered in not-so-mock concern.

“Run away. My motorcycle is right outside. I know a different place we can eat. It’s a nice, family place. You like Italian, yeah?” Jason said conspiratorially grabbing her hand and entwining their fingers as they made a break for the door. Marinette giggled and Jason smiled at the sounds of protest that came from their friends and family.

Continued in Covert Romance

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purpleyellow · 4 years

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Bon Voyage season 4

BTS 8th member

Sunny’s masterlist

“Sunny during Bon Voyage 4″ Shout out to the Bon Voyage anon!

a/n: It took a while but it’s done. Your opinion is very important for me, send feedback and requests anytime 💜 Also, don’t be shy and interact a little, ask box is always open

(Italics means the person is speaking in English)

“It’ll be around 45 minutes until we get to the destination” Jimin spoke from the passenger seat after reading the GPS.

Jungkook nodded while starting the camping trailer they were in and Suny got comfortable in the small table the van had, Hoseok and Taehyung sat in front of her. The other members were driving in an SUV.

“Are you going to read during the trip?” Hobi asked the girl pointing to the book she had placed on top of the table “We’ll probably be noisy so I don’t know if it’s the best idea right now”

As he said that, Jimin pressed play on his phone and the melody of Ddaeng started playing as Taehyung turned the electric microphone on, singing with his whole soul and ignoring the two members talking.

“I was going to see if I would be able to read without having motion sickness but I guess I won’t be able to do that now” She sighed looking at the noisy boys and head bopping to the beat. “Ahh, New Zealand”

Looking out of the window, Sunny got lost in the view as she sang along with the boys, the small road trip passing by relatively fast for her.

“Okay, let’s go,” J-Hope said opening the backdoor of the vehicle and the three members in the back instantly got hit by a very cold breeze “Maybe not without coats,” He said turning around and Sunny grabbed the big trench jacket she had miraculously found in the store they had gone to earlier.

Putting on the black thing on top of her jeans and pink sweater, she finally got out of the car and ran to the fence that divided a big field filled with sheep. Waving at them, she unintentionally caught the attention of the pastor there.

“You guys are recording something?” the middle-aged man asked her pointing at the cameras recording the rest of the members who were only starting to make their way to where she was.

“Yes, it’s kind of a Reality thing” She answered and smiled politely, not wanting to give off too much information about what they were doing.

“Oh okay, I’ll see if the dog brings them over so you and your friends can interact with them” The man did a head nod and whistled to the dog. Jungkook approached Sunny after a little sprint, leaning on the fence as well to get a better look in the approaching sheep. “Come inside, there’s no problem”

Opening a little gate for them, and the other members, a few of them walked inside and started taking pictures with the animals and the landscape for a moment, until it got too cold for them and they decided to go inside to grab warm drinks.

“Are you ordering?” Sunny asked Hoseok as Namjoon told him the same of the drinks and he nodded to her.

“Putting to work the English I learned in the US” He smiled and waved the waiter over “You want coffee right?”

“You got it” She answered him in English making RM chuckle. They walked together to the table and waited for the waiter to bring them their drinks.

The group spent a good amount of time just sitting in the small restaurant as some of them rested and J-Hope and Taehyung recorded the Chicken Noodle Soup challenge. Retuning to the campervan, they sat in the same arrangement and tried to pass time since the trip would take a long time.

“Let’s play that game where you have to rhyme” Jimin spoke loud enough from the passenger seat so everyone could hear him.

“Which one? The poem thing?” J-Hope asked locking his phone and putting it away.

“I don’t know. Let’s just have one person say something and then somebody else rhymes with it until everyone had a go” He explained while still giving out directions “Taehyung you can start”

“Roses are red, violets are blue” He said without thinking too much.

“I was born smart, what happened to you” Sunny completed with the first thing that came into her mind making Hoseok and Jimin laugh while V widened his eyes.

“That’s not the direction I was going for but okay,” He said repressing a smile.

“I want to start, let me think,” Jungkook said from the driver’s seat and thought for a second before speaking and leaving everyone dumbfounded “Roses are red, corpses are blue”

“Sorry you’re dead, I forgot you’re allergic to roses,” Sunny said without really thinking and making the rest of the boys laugh once again “Oh, it doesn’t really rhyme”

“What’s up with you today?” Jimin turned around to look at her and she just shrugged.

“Kook was the one bringing up dead people”

The BTS members had just arrived at an observatory when the sun started setting, having to wait for it to be completely dark before looking at the stars, the members parted ways, some of them going inside the small cafe to stay warm, while the others, Sunny included, stayed outside to look at the landscape or shoot J-Hope’s challenge (a very recurring theme in this trip).

“We should have bought more coats, it gets too cold during the night” Namjoon noted while he and the girl were walking around and taking pictures of the view.

“Yeah, I have like this thing and a hoddie in my backpack,” Sunny said looking down at her clothes and staring out again “It’s fun to have a change for once, we usually go to warm places for Bon Voyage”

“Agreed, although I miss the warmth a little” He chuckled kicking a rock and pondering for a moment before speaking again “I have so much to do back home, it’s like my mind can’t stay focused and enjoy what’s going on in that moment”

“Oppa, I think you’re going through work abstinence,” Sunny said with a breathy laugh.

“The weird thing is when I was on vacation back in Europe I wasn’t feeling like this. But now, it’s like the cameras triggered my memory and everything that was on hold keeps showing up in my head” He sighed stopping in his tracks and looking around to see if anyone was recording them. Although the mics were capturing all the words, the audio wouldn’t have a use unless there was footage.

“We won’t go back to actually work in a week, but I guess you can find some time to rest your conscience and run over the lyrics I wrote over the break” She smiled sheepishly and shrugged her shoulders.

“You didn’t rest?” He turned around to her with a shocked face and tried pinching her arm, although all he did was twist the fabric of her coat.

“I did. I spent some time with friends and stayed with my mom for some weeks. But when I had nothing to do I wrote a little, not my fault I wasn’t in some foreign country like most of you” She winked making him roll his eyes.

“Not fair, I’m as much as a workaholic like you. Now I feel even worst for not being productive”

“You’re the biggest workaholic in this place, maybe with the exception of Yoongi Oppa but you get me” She placed a hand on his arm and turned around so they could go back to the little restaurant. “That means you deserved to rest more than anyone here. So tell me, did you find a girlfriend during your break like JK?”

“Please don’t remember me those rumors,” He said now fake annoyed and smiling at the situation. “I’m kind of worried for him still”

“He does seem a bit quieter than usual” Sunny noted “I just wanted to talk to him for a bit and get him to vent for once, he seemed so stress when I called him one day”

“Yeah, let’s give him time. I’ll chat with him if I get the chance and I’ll tell him you’re worried too”

“Thanks, on a random note, I’m still not 100% used to seeing him with tattoos, but it does fit his image for some reason” Sunny smiled along and they joined the rest of the group.

Waiting for a few more minutes inside, the members had a pleasant surprise once they walked out and the sky was completely full of stars. The desert-like place helped to make visible the whole milky way, making a lot of amused sounds leave their mouths.

“It’s insane to think that’s over us all the time and we can’t see it” Yoongi said from somewhere near her and Sunny nodded along, even though it was too dar for anyone to see her.

“The camera can’t capture it like I’m seeing it” Jungkook complained while trying to take a picture and Sunny grabbed her own phone to see if she was luckier than him.

“There’s no use trying to take pictures,” One of the observatory people told her and pointed to the telescope they were walking to “You’ll have a better sight with that, but everything is going to be stored in your memory”

“Oh, so like, not even the crew is going to capture the sky like this?”

“I’m afraid not,” He told her and she nodded “I’ve seen they have some professional cameras so maybe a picture that comes close to it”

Smiling at his reassurance, Sunny walked a little faster to be able to look through the telescope before the other members.

“It’s dark, stop running or you’ll trip” She heard Jin speaking from her left but she ignored him, going straight to the object and bending a little so she could see better.

“Woah” Sunny gasped with how close the stars appeared, their shine being indescribably beautiful, but the moment got interrupted by Jimin patting her on the back.

“I want to see it too” He insisted until she moved along, of course stealing a last look to hopefully remember that sight forever.

After the two accommodations they had gone to, BTS finally arrived at the place they would be camping for two days.

To be honest, Sunny wasn’t too excited about it, sure she had gone camping with her parents as a child, but she knew the boys wouldn’t just let her run around and play with flowers like she used to, not that she would do that anyway but it still would be nice not have to light up a fire like she was doing right now.

“Why can’t I help them with the tent?” Sunny asked Jin, who was next to her trying to do the same thing.

“Because they learned how to do it last season when you were doing nothing because of a small cut” He reminded her of the excused the had used last time and Sunny tried not to smile.

“It hurt okay, I still have the scar on my foot”

“Show me then” Jin challenged her, knowing it was a lie and Sunny shrugged.

“It’s cold, I’m not taking my shoe off,” She said and sighed when the small flame she had going died once again. “I don’t think I’ll be able to light this”

“Of course you are, just keep fanning it,” Jin said handing her a frying pan, to which she frowned at “What? It helps to make more wind, you’ll thank me once it works”

“Alright then” She grabbed the pan and started fanning the fire more aggressively, her arm growing tired sooner than anticipated, but the flame got bigger none the less and at some point, the fire was strong enough to live by itself.

Massaging the muscle on her arm, Sunny got up from her crouched position and walked over to the campervan, where Taehyung was grabbing some things to decorate the tent they had just built.

“Can you help me carry those things outside?” He asked and gave her a bunch of fairy lights after she agreed.

“Do you know who will be sleeping here tonight?” She asked him once they were inside the orange tent and watched as he hung the lights on the walls.

“I think it’s Yoongi Hyung and Namjoon Hyung” V answered “I’m staying in the trailer with Hobi Hyung, Jimin, and Jk. Are you really staying in the SUV with Jin Hyung? We can make room for you if you want to”

Taehyung recalled the conversation they had earlier when Jin said he didn’t like sleeping on sleeping bags and since there was no room in the van he would just lay one of the car’s seats down and sleep there. Sunny said she could do the same since she didn’t want to make the trailer’s bed too crowded.

“I can give it a try, it’s no big deal,” She said getting out of the tent with him. “If it gets too uncomfortable we’ll change the sleeping settings tomorrow”

“Okay then, if you want to wake me up in the middle and trade places I’m okay with it” V smiled and they walked to where the rest of the members were getting ready to have diner.

“Why are you going to do this when last time you almost died with only having diner in a suspended table?” Hoseok laughed at Sunny when they arrived in the place they would be going on this insane swing.

“Because since last time everyone keeps saying I’m scared of heights, I’m here to prove I’m not,” She said determined but her palms were slightly sweaty.

Of course, it was normal to get a little scared before going on a 300-meter swing that could probably lead to your death, that did not mean she was afraid of heights, it only meant Sunny had the self-preservation instinct that people like Jungkook didn’t seem to have.

“You should go on the catapult thing as well,” He said while bouncing on his place and the rest of the boys bought their tickets.

“I’m already going on the swing of death, I don’t want to be thrown into it as well” She mumbled holding onto his arm, to both keep him in place and relieve some of the nervousness she was feeling.

After getting into the special gear and both Jimin and Yoongi had declined multiple times the opportunity to do it, the group moved along the bridge that they would be “jumping” from. Holding onto Jungkook’s shoulders, Sunny tried her best to not look down and quickly got over that part.

“We doing the swing part in pairs, so Jin Hyung and Hobi, me and Taehyung, ad then you and Jungkook okay?” Namjoon asked her once they were on the platform thing and watching Jin and Hoseok get settled on the thing.

“Okay” She said strangely more calm than before, mostly due to the instructors making sure the equipment on her groupmates was very well adjusted before letting them hang over the edge of the platform.

The sudden drop and the boys’ scream startled her a little, but Sunny couldn’t hide the smile on her face seeing how much fun they were having on the swing. So she sat next to Jimin on the steps and cheered Taehyung, who was far more scared than her when it was his turn.

“We’re doing it like the others okay?” Sunny turned to Jk once they were waiting for Namjoon and V to get back on the platform. “No funny ideas or things to make this any more dangerous than it is”

“Sure, sure,” He said jumping excited for their turn, and once the instructor asked them which way they were going to drop he nonchalantly answered “Upsidedown”

“No, no” Sunny exclaimed shaking her head. She had watched four people safely drop on the thing sitting down, she would safely do it sitting down as well.

“Yes, yes. Upsidedown” Jungkook repeated making the woman smile.

“He can go upsidedown and you can sit normally after him. How does that sound?” She asked politely making Sunny consider going alone.

“Can I do it first then?” She asked turning around to one of the producers to ask if it would make the content less exciting. Giving her a thumbs up, Sunny took it as a yes and turned to the instructor again.

“Sure, you can go in any other you want” She waved the girl near the edge and started to fix her gear.

“Wow, you’re making me wait more because you’re too scared” Jungkook laughed watching from her side and leaning on one of the security bars.

“I’m swinging off this thing by myself, I think the only thing you can’t call me right now is scared” She rolled her eyes at him and heard Jin laughing at their exchange.

“Okay, you can sit and take your feet off the edge,” She said, and in that moment, sitting seconds away from a 70-meter free-fall and 300-meter arc swing, Sunny felt scared shitless.

She looked ahead to the instructor and blocked out any kind of noise around her, not really knowing what was going on or how much longer until she would fall onto her inevitable death backward, the only thing she could feel was her heart beating out of her chest.

It came out of nowhere, but suddenly she felt all of her body drop and a scream leave her mouth, instantly gripping onto the swing’s ropes. After a few milliseconds that felt like ages, she finally could feel the security stuff holding her body in place and preventing her to slip and die. Her screams turning into a laugh as she started to swing on the huge thing.

“I’m gonna swing, from the chandelier” Sunny sang as the thing lost momentum and looked around at the mountains around her. The adrenaline running crazy on her body as she leaned her body back every time the swing went back.

“Were you singing Sia?” Jimin asked once she made back to the platform making the girl laugh.

“Did you hear that from here?”

Getting out of the helicopter, Sunny stretched a bit and walked along the mountain of snow, following her members. She saw a few of them making snowballs, and falling in the snow so she thought she should do the same.

Falling back on the snow, she moved her arms up and down hoping to make a snow angel, but once she got up it didn’t look like one at all.

“That doesn’t look quite right” Yoongi smiled at the weird blob on the ground and helped her get some of the snow off her hair.

“I don’t know where I was aiming with that, to be honest” Sunny said shaking her coat. “What are the others doing?”

“Jimin and Taehyung are walking around and doing something I don’t understand and the rest are building a snowman” Suga said and started walking with her to where the rest of them were.

“Sunny, do you have something to put on it?” Hoseok screamed for her pointing at the two balls of snow that barely looked like a snowman.

Taking off her beanie, she threw it to him and walked closer, looking for things that could make the “statue” more human-like.

Placing a pair of glasses on its face and a scarf around its neck, the members decided they had done a good enough job and walked away, looking for more things to do.

“Hey, look at this” Jimin approached her with a concerned face and a hand full of snow. “Is this an insect?”

Leaning down to look at what he was showing her, Sunny didn’t react fast enough when he lifted up his hand and smeared snow on her face.

“Really?” Sunny screamed after taking some of the snow off her eyes and looked around to see the boy jumping excited and grinning mischievously. Running towards him to push him on the ground, she got slowed down by the snow and failed to do it, instead of holding him in place and kicking the back of his knee to somehow take him down, which she also failed to do.

Looking at them from afar, Jin sighed and looked at Suga “Why are they like this?”

END OF THE TRIP INTERVIEW

1.What did you think when you heard you were coming to New Zealand?

“I liked it but it wasn’t anything special. Like I had heard good things about it and was interested in some of the videos the guys showed me so I thought it would be fun to come here, and it really was.”

2. This was your first work after vacation. How was it?

“I didn’t travel anywhere during the vacation, mostly because I wanted to see some people and I couldn’t do that if I was away, but also because I knew we were going to come to New Zealand right after and I just realized I didn’t have this extra need for going away and spending time outside of Korea. It sure was fun to spend this time with the members after not having them on my daily routine like I’m used to, it consolidated in my mind that no matter the time we spend apart this group of people will always feel like family.”

3. What did you like the most?

“I really enjoyed the overall feel of the country. I don’t know how to explain, but everywhere we went the sky was always beautiful, the landscape, the mountains, the roads we went through, everything was always beautiful, and even though my nose is stuffy and my fingers froze a lot, the weather feels so cozy and so nice. This just seems like one of those places you go backpacking with your friends and the fact that we did exactly that feels really good to me”

4. When did you feel bad or disappointed?

“Hmm… I don’t think I felt disappointed about anything, but since we changed locations so many times this trip, it did cross my mind how I wasn’t much use whenever we went to another accommodation since I don’t drive and couldn’t really help them whenever someone got tired and needed a rest. Also, I don’t think I was that entertaining this time, so sorry for the people watching this”

5. How did you feel about this trip?

“Everything was really nice. Compared to the last time we spent most of the trip together as a group instead of pairs, and that made me grateful for all of the members’ presence. Also, the destination really made me want to come back, with them but also with the rest of the people I love”

6. To ARMYs who’d watch Bon Voyage Season Four

“I said it before, but first I’m sorry if I didn’t appear as entertaining. I hope you understand that I truly liked this trip and was just living through it in my own way instead of exaggerating it and making it seem fake. Everything was perfect and I hope you can have some enjoyment just watching the members being ourselves”

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The truth and a warning; AU Ghost! Queen x teen reader

*Author’s note*

Well this was a LONG one in the making but I finally sat down and made a sequel part to my Legend of the Band fic. Now I’ve got ONE LAST PART and it’ll be published up in just a few minutes so I hope you all enjoy this little fic and for new readers coming in, READ PART ONE FIRST BEFORE YOU READ THIS!!!

Warnings: Parent arguments, fluff, angst, demons mentions, supernatural elements, kidnapping, paranormal stuff.

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I was running through this dark hallway. I didn’t know why I was running, all I knew was that I had to keep going. Soon enough I came to this fire-lit room. It looked like something out of a cult film with candles, Satanic markings all over the wall, and a large fireplace that was just roaring with fire. At the center was a large pentagram of some kind with candles at each of the stark points.

“Don’t go to them. You’re putting yourself in danger. Your whole family will be in danger if you don’t stay away.” There he was again. I looked up and soon appearing right at the center of the pentagram was a man with shaggy blonde hair, a scruffy appearance with a five o’clock shadow, wearing a trench coat, a white button up shirt with a long red tie, and black dress pants.

“Who are you?” I asked. He just looked at me with that same sharp expression. He opened his mouth but another voice spoke out of his mouth.

“Wake up!”

I woke up with a gasp and glared up to see Roger hovering right in front of me.

“Roger what the fuck? You trying to give me a heart attack or something?” I hissed at him.

“Well if you had woken up the first time, I wouldn’t have needed to do that, would I? Now c’mon. I want you to see the sunrise with me.” I got off his bed and stretched myself.

It’s been almost 3 months since my friends and I came up here to Rockfield studios. Since then I had been coming up here in secret without telling my nana or my dad. Most of the times I would come up would be when Freddie and the boys would want me to hear new songs they got (Freddie said that since I came to the farm, it’s like the creativity they once had when they were alive suddenly came back).

But throughout all the visits I have done with the guys, I—still hadn’t worked up the courage to tell John the truth about……who I really am. I mean how would you be if you were in my shoes? And how would you tell the spirit of your dead grandfather that you’re his grandchild without freaking him out. Or causing some sort of ghostly pandemic where he’d like explode all of London or something.

Roger hovering right outside his room waiting for me, I stood up and put my hoodie and sneakers on and followed him. My thoughts also went back to the dream I had last night. It was also been practically 3 months since I’ve had that same dream over and over again.

At first it happened the night I came back home. But one month later it came back to me. Then it was once a week, then once every other day, and now since a month ago, it’s been every night. I don’t know why this guy keeps coming into my dreams or why he says the same thing over and over again.

Roger and I finally reached outside. The snow crunching underneath my feet with each step I took.

“You know you’ve really been out of it lately. You sure you’re not sick or something?” I looked up at him and said.

“Nah. I was just dreaming.”

“Naww about me? Lovie I’m flattered.” He teased flirtatiously as he tossed his long, flowing hair aside. “Alright c’mon. Fred’s just about to wake up, we gotta get up to the top of the barn before he does.” He flew towards the inside of the barn and I ran after him.

He now floated on top of the second level of the barn where mostly some more hay and old bags of manure stood at. It was then I finally told me.

“Eww no way Rog. Besides you’re like in your 70’s now. It’s just weird.”

“Technically I would be, but I’m still physically, in a sense, 26.” As I came up to the ladder that led up to the second level I continued while stepping up the ladder.

“Whatever. But no, my dreams are that every time I’m running through this dark corridor. Then next thing I know I’m in like—a cult room. Candles surrounding everywhere, a roaring fireplace, like even more so than when you guys make the fire roar and there’s all these pentagrams and Satanic markings. But what’s weird is that there’s always this—man standing right at the center of this large pentagram.”

I finally reached the top and Roger couldn’t help but tease at me again.

“Wow. Never knew you were into that kinda stuff (n/n).” I glared at him.

“Does your mind ever leave the gutter? Besides the guy’s like in his mid-40’s or something.” I finally got over and now stood alongside Roger. He then raised his hand up and I soon began levitating in the air and soon the two of us phased through the ceiling until we ended up on the roof of the barn.

“Well it’s about time you slowpokes got here.” Freddie’s voice soon spoke up.

“Wha-but-you-but-you were-I thought-that-you…..” Roger began stammering. “You dirty rotter! I was supposed to finally be the first one up to see the sunrise!”

“Oh don’t get your celestial knickers in a twist Roger. Remember I once told you there was only room in the band for one hysterical Queen, well there’s only room for one hysterical ghost on this property. And that’s me.”

“God if I could wring your neck in I would.”

“Oh (Y/n) dear! So glad you could make it! How did you sleep?” he hovered over to me, circling around me before stopping right in my face. He observed me closely before noticing the bags under my eyes at this point. “Wow, dear no offense but you look absolutely knackered.”

“Yeah I uhh—was having that dream again.”

“You mean the one about that fellow in the trench coat?” One time Freddie actually came into my dreams and I was forced to tell him just what was going on.

I nodded.

“Wait you know about these dreams Fred?” Roger asked.

“Yes. But it’s between (Y/n) and I. So unless you want to know more you won’t hear about it from—”

“I’ve told him about it.” I interrupted him.

“Wait so this chap in the trench coat. He—doesn’t hurt you does he?” Rog asked worriedly.

“No, no not at all. But he—he always gives me some kind of warning. Saying things like I’m in danger, or stay away from them. But this time he told me that my family could now be in danger if I refuse to stay away.” I sat down on the roof bringing my knees up to my chest as I exhaled outward, my breath now visible thanks to the cold. “I’m really starting to get scared about—what it all means?”

“Well it could just be a fluck or something? Sometimes dreams don’t mean anything.” Roger said as he sat to my left while Fred sat at my right.

“I’ve been having this dream since meeting you guys it—has to mean something. Doesn’t it?” There was silence between us till Fred spoke up.

“Dreams are a silly thing. They can be there one moment and gone the next. I think I once recalled about my overbite being a lot bigger. And all that meant was that I was truly what my friends once nicknamed me, Bucky.” It was then he actually made his overbite extend further out (think of a cartoon character at this point) as he then growled and grumbled as he began to chomp like a beaver.

After that, his overbite went back to normal as we all laughed softly. I shook my head and rolled my eyes.

“Why do I keep coming to your guys?”

“It’s because you like us.” Teased Freddie as he pointed his finger at my nose.

“I don’t. I love you guys.” His smile turned soft and that’s when Roger said.

“Look, here it comes.” We both turned around and low and behold the sun was slowly starting to rise. The first light came into the sky, and the sparrows began to stir and the stars began to fade. Wow, theirs is nothing that beats a countryside sunrise and sunset.

“So—apart from the dreams, how have you been (Y/n)?” Freddie asked me. I grew solemn and I said.

“Nana’s—been feeling under the weather lately. Both physically and mentally.” Right at around New Year’s, we had a scare when we got a call from the hospital saying that Nana had taken a bad fall.

Fearing for her safety, dad had her move into the home with us and since I’m still on holiday break, I’ve been keeping an eye on her.

“My friends still won’t talk to me since that night on Halloween.” Its true. In fact they’ve avoided me at all cost. I’ve heard them say that I’ve been possessed by the ghosts themselves every time they see me. So basically I’ve been kicked out of the group. “And then my dad still won’t give me the time of day anymore.” I grumbled hatefully.

“Still? But didn’t you go on that lovely little Christmas trip with him and your nana?” Freddie asked.

“Yeah for like an hour till the office called him telling him the pitch meeting couldn’t wait.”

“Typical fathers. Always thinking that work is more important than family.” Roger hmphed. I scoffed softly. Tell me about it.

“So this is where you took her.” It was then floating right above us was grandda—I mean John. Granddad? Can I even call him that even in my head? It’s still wild to even think about.

“Good morning Deacy darling!” Freddie praised. John—grandad crossed his arms over his chest as he gave Freddie and Rog the stink eye that my nana always gave me when I misbehaved (now I know where she got it from).

“C’mon John it’s the mid-winter sunrise and I thought (Y/n) might like to see it.” Roger said.

“You do realize she could freeze up here. She’s not like us Rog, she’s human!”

“I’m fine De—AHH-CHOO!” I sneezed out.

“See? She’s already catching her death already. Couldn’t you two have allowed her to see the sunrise from inside the home, or at least not up on top of the barn where it’s the most coldest?” he said as he came up to me and touched my shoulders.

I’ve also noticed that it’s really only been my granddad’s touch that I can actually feel. When it comes to the other guys, they go right through me.

“C’mon (Y/n), let’s get you back inside and I’ll fix you up a warm cuppa.” He took my hand and we both phased back through the barn. He then wrapped an arm around me and together we flew back towards the house.

Back in the living quarter’s I was sitting on the couch with two sets of blankets wrapped around me, the fireplace going off, and soon John had my cuppa float right towards me.

“Thanks John.”

“Are you sure you’re warm enough? As soon as we came in you were shivering like a leaf.” God that’s such an old saying. But I guess that is something that only my grandfather would say.

“I’m fine, really. Thanks John.”

“You really should’ve bundled up more before you went outside with Roger. The countryside gets colder than it does in the city. Especially since this place isn’t as updated as it would be today when it comes to heating.”

“I know. I thought I’d be fine with just my jumper but I guess I misjudged it.”

“More like underestimated it.” He teased. I took a sip of my cuppa and hummed softly. “Is it done right?”

“Just how I like it.”

“That’s good. I was thankful to actually get that old coffee machine working again. That thing hadn’t been used in decades.”

“Now was that story Brian once told me about Roger wanting to smash that thing true?”

“Oh god don’t even get me started on that. I can’t believe he actually remembers that.” He groaned which made me laugh.

“That’s only because you guys refused to think my song was good enough for the album!” Roger’s voice exclaimed. Soon both he, Freddie and even Brian came through the walls and Brian said.

“Please tell me he’s not going off about it again. I swear Roger if I have to hear about your song one more time I’m gonna find a way to exorcise you.” Granddad and I looked at each other as he and Rog proceeded to argue and the two of us rolled our eyes.

“Be a dear for me (Y/n). If you ever find my body, please get some scissors and stab me in the ears.” Granddad whispered to me. I reached out and gently patted his shoulder.

Man he wasn’t kidding about the fact when their fights get crazy. I could only imagine how they were when they were alive and could actually hurt each other. But it still amazes me that even through their arguments and fights, they still come together and make such beautiful music.

I felt granddad touch my shoulder and the next thing I knew, we silently phased through the couch, down the floor until we arrived in his room. He released my hand which made me go back to being solid again and he said as he hovered over to his bed.

“Figured you’d be safe here. I’d say in the next—ten seconds Roger’s going to go all poltergeist and start throwing things about.” And low and behold, I heard a very loud crashing and the sounds of Brian, Fred’s and Roger’s screaming at each other. I cringed at the loudness of the banging and their yelling. It was like hearing three banshees screaming in my ear.

Then with a snap of a finger, all went quiet. I turned to granddad and saw that his left hand was slightly raised and his fingers were in a snap position.

“Took me over 20 years to figure it out but, now this room shall remain soundproof till they cease their petty arguments.” I smiled and said.

“God I wish I could do that.” He chuckled softly as he sat down on his bed.

“It’s definitely a gift worth having.” I then noticed how his face grew solemn. “Plus I—I need the silence.”

“Why’s that?” I asked with a tilt of my head.

“It’s nothing you need to worry yourself over (Y/n) dear. I wouldn’t want to bore you with the story.”

“No please. If you’re—willing to share with me, I’ll lend an ear. Believe me you’ve listened to plenty of my teenage drama.” His famed gapped-tooth smile came on display as he softly chuckled again.

“It’s not drama, it’s life. Everyone goes through it, even I did when I was your age. God I really do sound like an old man don’t I?”

“And yet you’re hardly pass the age of 24.” I said as I sat down beside him. “Come on tell me. Please.” I placed my hand over his and gave him my best puppy dog face. He looked down at me before smiling softly and said.

“Alright you little puppy.” He patted my head before raising his hand and an old suitcase soon floated towards us. It opened up and soon a photograph soon came out of it. He sent the suitcase back to the corner and held the picture in his hands.

It was a picture of my nana. She was outside underneath a cherry blossom tree in what looked like a park. She was beautiful with her long flowing brown hair, her belly showing signs of her pregnant with my father (probably around 3-4 months). She wore a pretty purple dress and in her hair were 2 flowers.

“Today’s……well…..today would’ve been our 45th wedding Anniversary.” He said solemnly. Oh shit that’s right. Nana’s been dreading this day in secret. She hides it from my dad awfully well but I’ve heard her cry at night, crying out granddad’s name in her sleep whenever it was just the two of us at the house. “I think that……that’s probably why I’ve still remained here on Earth, and never got the chance to move on.”

“How do you mean?” He continued to look down at the picture of nana. His long, ghostly black fingers stroking along the picture, especially once the tips of his fingers touched her face which held a beautiful smile.

“Unlike the lads whose memories have been slowly fading away of their previous life when we were human. I—I always found myself thinking of my love, my wife, my best friend. And every now and then……memories would come back to me.”

“What kind of memories?” I asked as I held onto the sleeve of his shirt. I looked up at him like a solemn child wanting to hear the story of their dead relative.

“Just—the small things. The sounds of her attempting to make breakfast. Poor Ronnie could never really cook well without at least trying to burn the flat down.” He chuckled the last part out which made me softly laugh. “The way she would put on her lipstick. So carefully.”

He looked up and he had this look of—wonderment. Wistfulness. His voice even whispered wistfully as he reminisced about him and nana. A smile soon spread across his face as he continued to speak with admiration and love.

“I do remember that she always used lavender lotion. And when we’d embrace, I would pull her in. And breathe her in. So deeply. Then at night before we would go to sleep, she’d cuddle close to me and we’d whisper to one another with her first starting off, ‘I will love you forever; whatever happens. Until I die and after I die,’ then I would finish whispering in hers, ‘and when I find my way out of the land of the dead, I’ll drift about forever, all my atoms, until I find you again’. Guess that saying became our reality.”

That’s what Nana always said to me when I was a little girl during the thunderstorms to calm me down. She would always say that very line and then she taught me the second part. Never did I imagine that I was saying granddad’s line back to her.

He stood up from the bed, his back facing me as he stood before the wall.

“But that was a long, long time ago. She’s—probably forgotten all about me. Moved on, probably had more kids with another man. Probably for the best.” God my heart was literally breaking at hearing this.

“I don’t think she did. I believe she couldn’t forget about you. I’m…..sure she felt the same way about you. And……couldn’t find it in herself to love another man as much as she loved you.” I said to him solemnly.

“Then I’ve caused her nothing but heartbreak and pain. She deserved to move on from me after my death. If she—if she has cling to the past, then……” he trailed off and I saw ghostly tears fall down his face.

I got up from the bed and slowly approached him. I stood at his side for a moment before reaching out and taking his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. He turned to me, his heartbroken face made me want to cry and just hug him.

Why did this have to happen to my family? To Queen’s family? Whoever or whatever happened on that fateful day deserves to burn in Hell because they took everything from these boys, from my nana, my father and me.

I embraced him and held onto him as tight as I could. I felt granddad crumble in my arms as he wept into my shoulder. My sleep shirt getting drenched with his tears, but it was worth it.

After standing there holding each other for a while, I wiped away his ghostly tears which floated into the air as soon as I wiped them off his face.

“Deacy, look there’s……there’s something I gotta tell you.” he separated from me. His eyes went from heartbroken to concern in the snap of a finger.

“What is it are you okay?” God ever concerning for his loved ones safety. Even when he not even five seconds ago had a mental breakdown. He was willing to put his own feelings aside to ask if I was alright.

“I’m fine. I…….” this was it. I have to tell him. I don’t know what the repercussions would be like, hell I may cause him to bring this entire farm to the ground, but I have to get this off my chest. “Deacy I’m……”

“Oi (Y/n)! Your cellphone’s been blaring off frantically and none of us know how to answer it.” Roger’s voice spoke up. We looked up and there he had his head peaking through the roof of granddad’s room.

“You couldn’t have learned to knock first!?” Granddad snapped.

“Please I know about your sound proof ability in this room. Even if I tried you’d still never hear me. Now please (Y/n) go see who it was. If I have to hear that bell alarm one more time I’ll bring this whole farm to the ground.”

“Okay Rog I’ll be up there in a sec.” his head soon vanished back through the roof and I looked up to granddad and he said.

“Go on.” I walked up the stairs and headed towards Roger’s room where I grabbed my phone and saw that I had 2 missed calls from Nana, 12 unread texts from dad’s cell and 13 missed calls from dad’s cell.

“Shit.” I unlocked my phone and went to dad’s cell first just to let him have it with me. After just one ring his frantic voice exclaimed out.

‘WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!?! DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED SICK I WAS!!’

“Dad I’m sorry. I meant to tell you I was going out of town but I forgot.”

‘Out of town? Out of town!? (Y/n) (m/n) Deacon you’ve been going out of town for the past 3 months and you’ve never once told me or your nana where exactly ‘out of town’ is. This is starting to become a problem.’

“But dad…..”

‘No buts! From now on I want to know where you are at all times, and all destinations are to be approved by me!’

“What?! That’s not fair!!”

‘Unfair?! You wanna know what unfair is!? Having your nana crying all day because of…….’ He trailed off. ‘Anyways she needed you. What would’ve happened to her if you weren’t there because you were ‘out of town’. Now I’ve got to get back to work but when I get home, I expect you there and then we’ll further discuss your punishment.’ And with that he hung up. I growled and tossed my phone onto the bed before plopping down against it.

“Was it him again?” I looked up and there was granddad right at the door.

“You heard that?”

“Darling I think everyone from Pembroke heard.” He joked. I collapsed on the bed with a heavy sigh and said.

“I don’t get why he’s so overprotective.”

“He’s your father. And he loves you.” he said as he came up to me. I turned on my side and huffed.

“I doubt that.”

“Why would you say something like that?” he asked me. I sighed heavily and said.

“Ever since mum left us when I was 12 for her new boy toy, dad’s thrown himself into his work. He’s never actually confronted the problem. He just buries himself into his work. There have been times where I needed him and he was never there. It was like I was invisible to him. And now all of a sudden he’s starting to care about me after practically ignoring me for most of my teen years! If I’m being honest…..I think he stopped caring about me a long time ago.” my voice cracked at the last statement.

I harshly wiped my tears away refusing to cry in front of him. That’s when I felt his fingers gently grasp my chin and he turned my head to face him.

“Now you don’t mean that.”

“I do. I hate myself for thinking such a thing but it’s true.”

“A father never stops caring for their child. Sure he may pile on the work or can be strict but that’s because he can’t risk to lose you like he lost your mother. Being a parent—it’s the most frightening job in the world that not a lot of people can handle. But I would gladly like to have that chance of having that job. To have been there for my son if I had the chance. To love him, to care for him, to show him that dad’s aren’t just the type of walk away to the store or leave to record an album and never come back.”

He wiped my tears as he cupped underneath my jawline and we both looked into each other’s eyes.

“So never doubt your father doesn’t love you. Okay?” I nodded and said.

“I should get home then.” He smiled softly and nodded in agreement.

“Promise you’ll reach out to either Freddie or Brian when you reach home.”

“I promise. Tell the guys I said bye.”

“Will do poppet. Until next time.” He gave me a kiss to my forehead and I walked out of the house towards my car and drove all the way back to London.

On the drive back just a few miles out of Bristol, I stopped at a gas station to get me some breakfast. When I picked me up some sweets I walked back to my car and started it up before finally pulling out of the gas station and continued down the road.

While driving on a stretch of wide open roads with fields and nothing but cattle, suddenly out of nowhere I saw a man frantically waving his arms back and forth.

He looked like he had just came out of a pub fight, his clothes almost torn to shreds, his face all bloodied up, and he was even limping and might’ve had a broken shoulder with the way his left arm was dangling.

Something in my didn’t sit right and as much as I would’ve said I kept driving, I’d be lying. I slowed down and rolled my window down and he came up to me and said.

“Oh bless you lass. I’ve been walking for miles with no one in sight.” American accent must be a tourist or something.

“Are you alright sir?” I asked him.

“I’ve had better days. Listen my car broke down several miles West. I’ve been traveling all night and couldn’t see a damn thing. Can you please give me a lift to the closest repair shop?”

“Uhh……”

“Please I know I’m asking a lot and this must seem like a creepy situation.” I’ve had creepier experiences, I mean I’m friends with the ghost’s of Queen. “I promise, all I need is a ride and I promise you’ll never see me again. I need to check in on my wife and daughter. They’re probably worried sick back at our cabin.”

“Alright. Get in.”

“Oh thank you so much. Thank you, thank you thank you.” he opened up my passenger door and sat down before closing it. “I’ve tried to get a signal for hours but there’s hardly anything out here.” He joked.

“Yeah the selected country parts of the UK can have some pretty crappy service. Once we reach close to Bristol it should work. But I’m gonna have to briefly turn around just to get us there.”

“Do whatever you’ve got to do. You’re very kind to do this for a complete stranger. Your parents must be very proud of you.” my hands gripped the wheel tighter and I said.

“Yeah. Yeah they are.” I turned my car around and drove back to where I saw the Bristol exit. “So……how exactly did your car break down?”

“I don’t know it just started sputtering and the next thing I knew….” He blew out a raspberry. Suddenly my head started to pound like a drum. I groaned as I rubbed my forehead trying to rid of the pain. “You okay?” he asked me.

“I—I don’t know I…..I need to pull over, right now.” I put my hazard lights up and pulled to the side of the dirt road. I put my car in park and leaned forward. God what the hell was going on? It’s like Roger was using my head as his personal drumkit. “Damnit what is wrong with me?”

“Perhaps you just need a bit of rest?” suddenly I felt something cover my mouth and nose. Panic aroused from me as I tried to fight back but the man quickly grabbed hold of me and pressed the rag or sponge whatever it was harder against my nose.

Shit I should never have let this guy into my car! I watch crime shows for this very reason! I’m such a dumbass. All I kept doing was trying to send a telepathic signal to Freddie hoping he would see what was happening but soon enough my fighting spirit ceased as my eyes soon closed and I was knocked out.

*John’s POV*

As the day went by finally the lads ceased their infernal argument and we were in the studio trying to see if we could finish up a new song that Freddie had written for (Y/n). All the awhile I kept having this very bad feeling that something happened to her, something very bad.

“Deacy? Oi Deacon!” I snapped out of my daze that’s when Brian said.

“Geez you looked even more spaced out than you normally are.” I glared at him.

“I’m just—thinking about (Y/n).”

“Oooo, is our little Deacon in love with a new woman?”

“What?! Eww no you filthy mongrel. It’s…..Fred are you sure you haven’t heard anything from her?” I asked Freddie worriedly.

“Not yet my darling. But you know it’s a long drive between here and London. Maybe she’s still driving. You worry too much darling, she’ll be…..” suddenly he lurched forward almost as if in pain.

We all looked at him fearfully as his face contorted to absolute fear before he flung himself back against the chair. His arms reaching upward like he was holding something, all the while struggling and grunting in a panic-like seizure.

We all gathered around him calling out his name before finally he lay there limp, his eyes closed and his face relaxed. I turned towards Roger and Brian and they were just as confused and frightened as I was.

“Fred? Freddie. C’mon mate wake up.” Roger shook him. Suddenly Freddie’s eyes opened and he gasped out.

“It was horrible……the worst fear I’ve ever felt.” His breathing was shaky and his eyes frantically searched around the studio.

“What Fred? What did you see?” Brian asked. It was then Freddie turned to me and he said regretfully.

“I’m sorry John. I’m really, really sorry. But you were right.” No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no it—it can’t be!

“What Fred don’t leave us hanging!”

“It was (Y/n) dears. She sent me a message. Someone’s kidnapping her.” At that point, had we’d been alive, our hearts would’ve sunk in fear.

“Who!? Who was it!?” Roger demanded as his drumkit got knocked over by the rage he felt.

“Calm down Rog! We’ll figure this out.” Brian assured him before turning back to Freddie. “Now Fred could you see anything? Like who it was? Or where she was at?”

“I just remember……fear. And muffled screaming.” Freddie sobbed as he gripped the side of his head.

“Okay, okay. Concentrate. The smallest detail will help us figure out who it could be.” Brian assured him.

“I couldn’t see him. But I felt her being pinned up……against someone’s chest. And…..it looked like she was in her-her car maybe? And…..” at this point his voice grew off into a haze as he tried to recall everything he saw through their telepathic message. “It smelled weird like—I don’t know I wish I could remember more!” Freddie leaned forward and wept.

Roger and Brian embraced him, rubbing his back gently shushing him. At this point I couldn’t handle being in the studio anymore. Somehow I ended back in my room, anger boiled inside me along with fear and heartbreak. I then threw my head back and just let out the most agonizing scream I could.

If any mortal were to see, they would’ve seen all the windows shatter from every building Rockfield farm studios had.

*My POV*

When I came around I saw nothing but candlelight dancing through a dark room. I groaned tiredly as my head was still slightly pounding but not as much as it was earlier. When my vision finally started to become clear, that’s when I saw some familiar drawings surrounding me.

All the Satanic markings, ancient drawings, hell the room itself was familiar. I was in the very room where I’ve been at in my dreams.

“I tried to warn you love. You’re meddling in things you shouldn’t be meddling in.” wait that accent. I slowly raised myself up from the floor and soon coming into light from the fireplace was him.

The man from my dreams.

“It’s you.”

“Yes it’s me. Your personal boogieman. Look since you wouldn’t listen to reason through your dreams, you forced me to take drastic measures.” He said. Wow this guy was really charming.

“You know an email or a threatening phone call would’ve sufficed.” I sassed at him.

“True but then you’d still probably go back to that farm. Am I right?”

“You don’t know me!”

“Oh on the contrary love, I know everything about you. (Y/n) Deacon, daughter to Robert and Sharleen Deacon who are divorced now right?” I glared at him. “Granddaughter to one Veronica Tetzlaff and John Richard Deacon. The bass player of the former band Queen. And you—little missy were just about to tell your granddad of who you really are.”

“So what if I was? You don’t know how lonely he is. If he knew that my nana still loved him and has told both my father and me about him…..”

“It could end the world.” I looked at him confused. He sighed heavily shaking his head disapprovingly. “I hate involving normal people into my line of business, but you’ve left me no other choice.”

“Just who exactly are you?”

“The name’s John Constantine. My family’s been cursed with being the fine line between this world and the afterlife. It’s my job to ensure that no demonic or spiritual presence tries to threaten our world. And to ensure no dumb teenagers go poking their noses in forces far beyond their reach.”

“If you’re referring to the first time I went to the farm, it wasn’t my idea.”

“But it was your idea to keep going there. Meeting the ghosts of Queen. And for that, you’re causing a shift in the balance.”

“So what now? You going to kill me?” I threatened.

“No. See I can’t kill another human being without probable cause. That and since you’re a kid with a family, I’d rather not be interrogated by the police. And I wouldn’t want your dear ol granddad to haunt my arse for the rest of my days. I get enough of that already.” He walked over and grabbed something off the table and he continued, “This is your last warning love. Stay. Away. From Rockfield farm.”

“The boys will know something’s up if I suddenly stop coming around.”

“Which is why I’m going to put them out of their misery and send their souls to the great beyond. They’ll no longer be stranded here, they can freely go up to heaven, blah, blah, blah heavenly stuff you know all that.”

“You can’t do that!”

“Better me than something else. And trust me, there are far worse things than people like me that want a snag at a few stray ghosts.”

“And what if I refuse to do as you say?”

“Man you are a stubborn girl.” He muttered impatiently.

“Call it a family trait. What’s so dangerous for me to stay away from Rockfield Farm?” he groaned and said.

“I really didn’t want to admit this but I guess I’m gonna have to dumb it down for you.” God this guy was a real arsehole. “Unlike the other three members, your grandfather still holds onto the memories of his human life. And when a ghost does that, it makes them dangerous. Extremely. Dangerous.”

“You don’t know my granddad. He couldn’t hurt a fly much less hurt me.”

“Really?” he asked more skeptically than questioningly. I nodded proudly. “Then answer me this then love,” he walked up to me and leaned down close to my face. “If you do tell him who you really are to him, that makes him even more bound to you. Then say the next time someone, be it mortal or even demon even hurts you. His bound to you would become unstable. When ghosts become unstable, they lose any sense of humanity. And when they lost their humanity, they’re nothing but shells of endless wails and overpowering abilities. He could bring down an entire city if he wanted to just to get back at whoever hurt you. And that becomes messy for me to clean up.”

“Glad to know this is more about you not wanting to clean up a bit of mess.” I sneered.

“Not when the mess is millions of dead bodies who were nothing but collateral damage. Trust me love when I say that your granddad is bad news already being a ghost with memories. And here’s something else if you don’t believe me.” He pulled out his phone with a news media post that read.

EARTHQUAKE SHAKES MONMOUTH!

What felt like a 5.5 earthquake shook the entire community of Monmouth Wales. Out of nowhere the grounds began to shake and some witnesses have claimed that it was sourced at the old Rockfield farm studios where witnesses have also claimed to see windows exploding.

“I know you must’ve sent some sort of message to them when I grabbed you.”

“Wait that was you? But….the guy that grabbed me had black hair.”

“Simple transfiguration spell love. I thought kids your age watched Harry Potter?” I glared at him. “Now I want your solemn promise, you will not. Go. To Rockfield farm anymore.” I looked down and I said.

“I can’t just suddenly ghost them. No pun intended. Let me go back and say my final goodbyes to them.”

“I can’t even let you do that poppet. It’s either you stop going, or put your family in grave danger because of your selfishness.”

What do I do? What do I do? If I suddenly stop going to the farm, the guys will feel like I’ve abandoned them. And Granddad he……he’ll be heartbroken the most.

“Well…..your answer?” he asked impatiently.

“Fine. I’ll do as you say.”

“That’s a good girl. Now then, I want you to wear this from now on until I can finish my job.” He held out a long silver chained necklace with a vile attached to it.

“Please tell me there’s no blood in that thing.”

“Don’t be stupid. It’s salt. Ghosts can’t get through a salt circle, nor can they get out of one. So long as you wear this, they can’t reach out to you telepathically.” He placed the necklace around my neck. “Oh and love, it’s best we keep this interaction a secret. Probably best to not let nana or daddy know of this.” He gave me a nod before suddenly placing the same cloth over my face and once again I was knocked out.

The last thing I heard him say was his warning.

“Now keep away for your family’s sake.”

When I awoke, I found myself in my own bedroom. I was in my bed and pressed to my forehead was a warm rag. I heard footsteps coming towards me and coming into my room was my nana.

“Oh (Y/n) you’re awake!” she quickly came up to me and cupped the side of my face frantically looking over me.

“Yeah uhh nana. I—I know this’ll sound strange but—how did I get here?”

“Don’t you remember? You drove all the way here but passed out as soon as you got to the door. You were freezing cold to the touch. I was so worried that you’d……” she pressed her hand over her mouth and I saw tears form in her eyes.

“Oh nana I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I worried you.” I hugged her and nuzzled her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around me and she sniffled.

“It’s okay love. I just…..I just couldn’t bear it if I had to lose you too.” I looked down, my eyes shining with regret.

Maybe that Constantine guy was right. Nana Ronnie loved me and dad so much, I could never live with myself if I got all of us hurt. Maybe it is best if I just—forget about the guys.

I guess—in a way I’m glad I didn’t tell granddad the truth yet, cause if I stopped going there had I told him, he would never let me or the world forget it.

It's gonna be hard to just forget the guys but I have to. For Nana’s sake.

So as punishment from my ad, he grounded me for a month and basically put me on house arrest. I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere unless it was to school and home. Any other places that I needed to go to like the library, had to be approved by the boss man himself.

Constantine also was a constant pop up in my life. This time he took my advice and actually managed to figure out my phone number and has been sending me text messages every other week or so. He’d inform me that right now the grounds were too icy to travel to the farm so he’d have to wait till spring to perform the exorcism.

Of course I couldn’t find it in myself to respond back to him telling him it was fine. I just deleted the messages and try to live on my life. Now I won’t deny I’ve missed the guys, especially granddad. For the first time in my life, I got to know more about my family than I ever had in years. Only for it to be taken away from me because some threat that Constantine won’t really tell me about.

I know there’s gotta be more than just my granddad’s potential of becoming a ‘bad ghost’. But I don’t know what.

Another couple months passed and finally it was springtime in England. The cherry trees were in full bloom, the weather was now more cooler, and the typical spring showers washed away any remaining snow that was left.

I was currently at school and today we were doing the mile and a half run for PE (UGGGGHHHH!!!) I don’t even know why we have to do this run? It’s just a way for people to show off on who’s got the fastest timing just so they can get up on the leader boards in the locker room.

And of course with no friends in PE, the runs get VERY boring so I was left alone to run by myself. That’s when I noticed something odd. A crow kept trailing beside me, cawing every now and then. At first I paid no mind to it (after all we get crows all the time).

But when I noticed that it was starting to swoop down closer and closer to me and literally following me no matter which way I swerved or even ran back, that’s when I got scared. Thinking I could outrun it, I ran past any remaining students that still hadn’t completed the mile and a half run.

The crow still right on my trail as it cawed and swooped down closer and closer to me. I turned around and that’s when I was shocked to see it’s black eyes suddenly turn pure white. Oh shit now it all makes sense, it was—suddenly the crow landed right on top of me and it was almost like my body just shut down as I collapsed right there on the ground.

Next thing I knew, I was in this empty blackness. There wasn’t anything in sight and it was dead silent. No birds, no chattering peers, no crow, nothing. Until……

‘(Y/n).’ I gasped at the familiar voice.

“D-Deacy?”

‘Do you know how worried we all have been for you? You’ve stopped coming to the farm. What has happened!?’ his worried tone made my heart clench.

“I’m sorry Deacy I……dad grounded me and then school got busy and……”

‘LIES!!!!’ sudden a harsh wind blew right in my face. It was like standing right next to a tornado or a hurricane with how hard this sudden wind gust was blowing right at me. I would’ve been knocked over if it hadn’t suddenly stopped.

When I opened my eyes and put my arms down from my face there right in front of me was granddad. His eyes full of heartbreak and betrayal.

‘The last thing you ever sent to Freddie was your kidnapping. Who was it? Are they threatening you!?’ oh god don’t let him get mad don’t let him get mad.

“No. I—Like I told you Deacy life just became busy. And the roads got too dangerous for me to travel on.”

‘That didn’t stop you before. How come none of us could reach out to you? It was like you dropped off the face of the Earth!’

“I don’t know Deacy I just…..”

‘What?! Hmm?’ I sighed heavily and turned away from him.

“I can’t tell you.”

‘Can’t tell me. Tell me what?’

“It’s too dangerous Deacy I can’t tell you.”

‘What? What is so dangerous that you can’t tell me? Unless it’s the fact that you no longer like us and think we’re nothing but a bunch of washed up has-beens. A waste of your time!’

“No John Deacon it’s not like that at all and you know it!”

‘Then what!? WHAT ARE YOU SO AFRAID OF!?’

“I’M YOUR GRANDDAUGHTER!!” I gasped and covered my mouth. His expression went from anger to shock.

‘Wha—what did you…..say?’ I sighed heavily and said.

“Your wife, Veronica Tetzlaff. Her—your son Robert is my father. Which makes me her granddaughter. Your granddaughter.” His face still held that stoic but shocked expression. He backed away from me and looked like he was trying to form words.

‘How long have you known?’ he asked me after a long bit of silence.

“After meeting you guys.” He exhaled sharply and rubbed his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry John I��I didn’t want it to be like this. I was gonna tell you back at the farm but then Roger he……”

‘Stop. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.’ He turned fully away from me. His shoulders rising and falling rapidly as his breathing got deeper.

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry granddad!” suddenly a flash of light blinded me and the next thing I knew I was hearing concerned mutters around me and my instructor Mrs. Hood say.

“(Y/n). (Y/n) Deacon can you hear me?” I let out a gasp and sobbing out.

“I’m sorry granddad. I’m so sorry.” I then just curled up and wept hysterically.

After that I was sent home early and Nana was my personal nurse. She asked me what exactly happened but I refused to answer her. I just kept silent throughout the rest of the day. Of course not wanting to push me, Nana left me alone for awhile and told me that dinner would soon be ready.

Right as soon as she left, my phone made it’s text tone. I reached out for it and it read out.

COME TO HYDE PARK IMMEDIATELY. NO EXCEPTIONS!

Constantine. I looked out towards my window and saw the branch that always hung right beside it. I knew I’d never make it pass Nana by going through the front or back door, so my best bet was taking the window. I ran up to it and opened it up and looked back to make sure that she wasn’t coming back up.

Then as carefully as I could, I got onto the branch of the tree and crawled to where the branch was the sturdiest. I looked down and it didn’t seem like that much of a high jump. So I held onto the branch and dangled there for a brief moment before exhaling out.

“Okay. One….two…..three.” I let go and landed on the ground before quickly racing towards the shed to grab my bike. Once I had it, I pedaled to the park.

When I got to the park, I stopped right by the lake and stood underneath the lamp post. It was maybe a minute later when the light suddenly started to flicker before going off. Soon the rest of the lights began to flicker before they too went off.

“You didn’t listen to me at all, did you love?” I turned and there coming right up behind me was John Constantine. “One thing. I ask one thing of you and you couldn’t even do that. Why didn’t you keep that salt necklace on like I told you?”

“It’s not like I had any choice. My PE teacher saw it and she forced me to take it off while we did our mile and a half run. She even pocketed it in her own pockets and refused to give it back till I finished the run. That’s when……”

“Brian possessed that blasted crow just so your granddad could talk to you. And then you go off and tell him the truth, didn’t you?”

“Again not my choice. He forced it out of me. I didn’t want him to think I had just abandoned them. Forgotten them! You know my life was perfect till you came along and had to fuck it all up!” I snapped at him.

“Oh believe me love, if you think I’m fucked up. Then you’re really not gonna be happy about what else is coming. Because of your reckless confession, now he’ll be after you.”

“If you mean my granddad that’s fine! At least now he knows his family hasn’t abandoned him!”

“I wasn’t referring to him.” He said grimly. Wait what? What was he meaning?

“Then what—”

“I’ll explain later. For now because of your big mouth, I’m gonna need to take you somewhere safe. Follow me.” He turned around and walked onward. I stayed in my spot thinking what could he be talking about? “Oi love stop your gawking and let’s get a move on! You’re exposed out here so let’s go!”

I followed behind him taking my bike with me as I kept thinking just what exactly could he be mean by Him. If it wasn’t my granddad I needed to worry about, then who?

*3rd Person POV*

Veronica was just finishing setting up the table for supper. She took her spinach casserole out of the oven and set it on the table and called up to (Y/n).

“(Y/n) dear. Dinner time!” when she didn’t get a response she looked up from the table and took off her oven mits. “(Y/n)?” she walked up the stairs. Unaware that a hand print came visible along the kitchen window.

Veronica came to (Y/n)’s room and when she looked inside and didn’t see her granddaughter there, she began to panic.

“(Y/n)? Where are you?” she looked in her closet hoping to find her hiding in there. “Don’t play around now love nana’s getting scared!” she quickly ran towards her son’s room to see if she had gone in there. She looked and looked but there was no sign of her granddaughter anywhere. “I love you so much don’t do this! (Y/n)!”

She came back downstairs and suddenly noticed that the house had grown colder. She thought maybe it had to do with the thermostat so grabbing her glasses she went over to the thing but saw that it was still at the normal temp. that her son always kept it on.

So……why was it growing colder and colder with each second?

As she could see her breath visibly come out with each exhale, a haunting, whispery like moan echoed through the house. Then she heard her name being called out.

“Veronica.” Panicked Veronica quickly went back up the stairs towards her room and quickly shut the door and locked it. She huddled against the corner of her room holding her Catholic cross necklace as she proceeded to plead the Lord’s prayer.

All the while her door suddenly started to frost over and started to bang and rattle, like someone was trying to break into her room.

“Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from……” as she continued with the Lord’s prayer only to have her door suddenly come down. And floating right there, she let out a horrified scream as she saw standing right before her very eyes.

The ghost of her dead husband. Beneath him a trail of black blood followed him as she slowly walked towards her extending his arm out to her. Groaning and moaning her name with agony.

Terrified Veronica let out a horrified scream as she tried to pray to God for protection.

“DELIVER US!” she cried out.

“Veronica……” She continued to scream in terror as she clenched her hand over her heart. “Help…..me…..” John pleaded as his mouth dropped in a haunting manner as Veronica finished.

“FROM….EVIL!!!” As she leaned her head against the wall all she could do was gasp and cry out in fear.

Coming in from another long shift at work, Robert came into the house and felt the coldness of it. But what frightened him was the fact he could hear his mother’s panicked screams from upstairs. He immediately dropped his stuff and raced up the stairs exclaiming.

“MUM!! MUM I’M COMING!!! HOLD ON!!” When he finally came into her room, the only thing he saw was his mum leaning against the corner, her face contorted into fear, tear stains on her face and she was clenching her heart in fear. “Mum! Mum are you okay what happened?”

She couldn’t speak. All that came out of her were gasps and whimpers of fear. Fearing she was having a heart attack, Robert phoned the ambulance.

Within minutes, they loaded her up and quickly took her to the hospital with Robert holding her hand trying to comfort his mum who was still in hysterics. He quickly pulled out his phone and dialed his daughter’s number.

*My POV*

Constantine had taken me to a safe house (to me it looked more like a bunker). All around there were books about spells, demons, every creature imaginable. Dusty tables with ingredients that you would find only in a voodoo shop.

“What is this place?”

“My own personal safe house. You were here before. Just down in the basement. Here no ghosts or demons can even get a mile from this place. Now then, let’s start off with—” my phone suddenly rang and he glared at me.

“Sorry it’s not like this is a movie theater.” I took my phone out and saw that it was my dad. Oh bugger! I internally groaned as I slid the answer button and I said slowly.

“Hey dad.”

‘First I’m not even gonna ask where you are. All I want you to do right now is get to London hospital as fast as you can.’

“What? What do you mean dad is everything okay?” before he could answer, I heard Nana Ronnie’s panicked voice gasp out.

‘My John! My John was a horrifying black-eyed demon!’ my eyes grew wide.

‘Just get to the hospital and I’ll meet you in the lobby. Your……Your nana’s had an accident.’ I was frozen in my spot.

“It can’t be.” I whispered.

‘(Y/n)? Did you hear what I said?’

“Yeah. Yeah dad I’ll be there soon.” I hung up the phone and Constantine looked at me with sympathy in his eyes. “Nana saw granddad. He scared her so badly that she’s on her way to the hospital.” He rubbed his hand over his face as he sighed heavily.

“I’m sorry love. I really am.”

“This is all my fault.”

“Well…….” I glared up at him telling him to not bullshit me.

“Don’t suddenly change your statement now. You’ve told me that something like this could happen. I should never have gone up to that farm in the first place. If I hadn’t nana wouldn’t be dying.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do! You should’ve heard her Constantine. She—she sounds like she could die from shock.”

“I hate to bring this up now love but—you do know what has to be done now right?” tears slipped down my face and I asked him.

“Promise me that they won’t suffer.”

“Passing on for a ghost is like going to sleep for us. I promise they won’t feel a thing. I’ll have a cabbie take you to the hospital to see your Nan and father. And hey,” he came up to me and placed his hand on my shoulder, “You’re doing the right thing. The spirits of Freddie Mercury, Brian May, Roger Taylor and John Deacon don’t belong here on Earth anymore. They’ve suffered enough being restless spirits. I’ll let you know when it’s done.”

He then left the bunker without another word. Just like he promised within 10 minutes a cab was waiting for me outside and the cabbie drove me to the hospital.

Once I got there, I saw my dad sitting anxiously on one of the chairs in the waiting room. When he saw me, he came up to me and I looked up at him with eyes full of tears. We didn’t say a word till I suddenly embraced him and I wept into his chest, pleading for forgiveness.

My dad wrapped his arms around me and stroked down my hair trying to comfort me. Together the two of us sat there and waited until a doctor would come and tell us nana’s update.

*3rd Person POV*

As the night grew darker, John Constantine arrived at Rockfield farm studios to finally put an end to the restless spirits of Queen.

“Alright, first to send these guys onward. Then focus on the real threat.” He grabbed some essence candles, a container of salt, his lighter, and an old iron candelabra shaft. He walked towards the barn with his bag of ghost equipment and he said as he stood right out the house. “Time to finally have some fun.”

He walked up the steps of the porch and opened up the wooden door of the living quarters. As it opened, it made its famed creaking sound and Constantine slowly walked inside.

“Alright where are you yah hard rocker ghosts?” he muttered.

‘You want us John Constantine? You’ve got us!’ soon a swarm of starlings suddenly flew out from the fireplace and burst through the windows. Frantically making their chirps and calls as they swarmed practically the entire house. Knocking over every antiques scattered throughout the house, damaging the curtains, and most of all trying to get a stir out of Constantine.

Constantine swatted the birds away with the candelabra shaft but it didn’t deter them away. Then as quick as they came, they soon vanished and the only thing standing there was him and Brian May’s ghost.

“I should’ve known you were the one behind the animal’s odd behaviors. I forget you also had an interest in animals, right?” Brian’s snide smile was cold as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Call it a side hobby. And I don’t control them. I share their vision to see beyond the reaches of the farm.” Constantine nodded snidely and sarcastically stated.

“How sweet of you.”

“Now tell us this,” Roger’s voice soon spoke up. Roger came out from the raging fireplace and continued, “How is it that when our sweet, loving (Y/n) suddenly stops coming around, it’s your ugly mug that we have to keep seeing snooping about the farm grounds?”

“And more importantly, what did you do with our beloved darling?!” Freddie’s voice snarled as he came up behind Constantine.

“Look gents if you really think I harmed her in any way you’re poorly mistaken. I just gave her some strict warnings to stay away from here less her and her family be in danger. Now enough gab, and let’s get down to work.”

“What kind of trouble?” Deacy’s voice soon spoke up. Coming out from the shadows was John Deacon’s spirit.

“Ahh, the grandfather. The guest of honor at last has arrived.”

“Enough talk, what did you mean trouble?!” Deacy demanded.

“Nothing you need concern yourself about. I’ll handle it from here, for now you lot can just move on after I—” suddenly Constantine was pushed up against the wall. The iron candelabra was tossed out of his hand and soon Deacy stood face to face with Constantine.

“Tell. Me. What’s. After. My. Family?” Constantine sighed heavily.

“Not a what. A who. A demon has been eyeing your granddaughter ever since she met you lot.”

“A demon?” questioned Roger.

“Yes. Beelzebub. One of the high keepers of Hell.”

“What does he want with our (Y/n)?” demanded Freddie.

“Apparently he’s pissed at not only the fact that the living is conspiring with the dead. But that it’s family related. Having future generations meet face to face if one is dead and the other living is strictly forbidden according to Hell and Heaven’s laws. As soon as I found out that she was being targeted by Beelzebub, I’ve tried to send her warnings about it to stay away from here.”

“Those dreams she’s been having. You were behind them all along?” Freddie said.

“Yes. But apparently she still kept coming. Mostly because of you John Deacon. Then I got a message from one of Beelzebub’s lackies a week before I came in contact with (Y/n).

“More like kidnapped!” Brian hissed. Constantine rolled his eyes and continued.

“Kidnapped, met with her, same thing. The point is, he told me that Beelzebub was not only coming for her, but for the rest of her family too. And he’s already managed to trick your living wife into seeing what you’ve become.”

“He’s hurt Veronica!?” Deacy raged out as the house began to shake.

“Deacy, Deacy dear calm down.” Freddie tried to soothe.

“Not hurt. But he sure as hell gave your wife a hell of a scare. And if I don’t stop him now, he’ll hurt (Y/n) as well as her father.”

“Robert.” Deacy whispered. Constantine nodded.

“So because of her interacting with us, we’ve marked her for dead?” Roger asked.

“Not if we can stop Beelzebub first my darlings.” Freddie said.

“How Fred? We can’t leave the farm grounds. We tried to when we first became ghosts it’s impossible to leave!” Brian said.

“You guys won’t be going.” Deacy said.

Everyone looked at the young bass player’s spirit. His friends and brothers looked at him like he was talking crazy.

“Deacy you’re not suggesting…..”

“I am Brian. The only one going is me.”

“Absolutely not dear I positively forbid it! I forbid you going alone!” Freddie said as he floated right in front of Deacy.

“You can’t suede me Fred. Not this time.”

“Deacy I know—”

“No Brian you don’t know what I’m going through!” Deacy snapped.

“Deaks she’s our family too. We love her just as much as you do. If she’s in danger then let us help you.” Roger said.

“No Roger. I’ve already risked my living family’s lives, I don’t want to risk you guys too.” Deacy then turned to Constantine and he said in a firm tone, “Do you know a way a ghost can leave his burial prison?”

“There might be a spell.” Constantine shrugged nonchalantly.

“Perform it then.”

“Sorry mate can’t do that. See I only came here for one purpose and one purpose only. And that was to send you and your friends to the great beyond. If you lot don’t go then you put yourselves at even greater risk of going straight to the looney bin of ghosting.” Constantine then felt Deacy’s hand at his throat, slowly squeezing it and he was slowly being raised up till he was almost at the ceiling.

“And if you don’t brew up something that’ll allow me to save my family, I’ll reach into the deepest parts of your brain and pull out each painful memory one by one forcing you to feel exactly how I’ve suffered and will suffer if anything happens to my family.”

“Alright! Alright you win!” Deacy released his grip and Constantine was dropped to the floor. He rubbed his throat and let out a few coughs. “Bloody hell now I see where your granddaughter gets her stubbornness from.”

“Enough talk. What is it you need to brew this spell up?” Deacy ordered.

“Nothing to exotic. Just the skull of an owl, feather of a crow, fur of a black cat, a few bluebells, and a dash of paprika.”

“We can manage that. Roger you know where the paprika is, Brian you can get the bird stuff, and I know where to find Midnight.” Freddie said. The three ghosts all left the living room leaving the two Johns in the room.

“A word of warning for you John Deacon, your powers might not be as strong as they are here on the farm. Also you’ll be prone to every ghost weakness in the book. Iron especially.”

“I don’t care. All I want is for my family to be safe, and for Beelzebub to go back to hell where he belongs. He picked the wrong family to target.”

“Family man till the end. That’s either very admirable or very stupid of you.” when the guys got back with the ingredients, Constantine grabbed his bag and brought out the gauntlet he was going to use to send the guys away, and poured the ingredients in.

“Deacy are you sure you should go at this alone?” Freddie asked worriedly.

“It has to be me Fred. If Beelzebub wanted to get a message out to me, he should’ve had the balls to come here himself. Not bring (Y/n), Veronica or Robert into this mess.”

“Alright Deacon, it’s ready. Just stand right over there.” Constantine said as he pointed to the center of the room. Deacy floated to where Constantine wanted him. As he poured out the sand mixed with the ingredients he needed, Constantine began to chant in ancient tongues. He circled around John pouring the sand out till it formed a circle.

He stood in front of him and held his hands downward to the ground. The sand suddenly sparked into a ring of fire as Constantine’s chanting grew louder and faster. Freddie, Brian and Roger stood there in shock at seeing their youngest brother and band member suddenly in a ring of fire that seem to spin faster and faster as it rose over John’s entire body.

At one final command, the fire disappeared and John’s spirit was gone.

“Where did he go?” asked Freddie.

“He’s been sent to the heart of London. But finding his family is all up to him now.” Constantine explained.

The three ghosts turned to look at each other worriedly and hoped that their friend would be okay.

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Erin was terrified as she sat there before three measly, greasy looking hunters. Wing hunters that is. Wing hunters went around capturing any fairy they could get their hands on and ripping their wings out which they would later sell on the black market for loads of money.

It was a painful process that would either kill the fairy or would leave them forever unable to fly. The psychological affects of ripping a fairies wings out were devastating. When a fairy had their wings ripped out, it took away a fairy’s freedom to fly and enjoy the skies. Wings also changed form and shape as they grew which helped with magic development. When wings were ripped out it could lead to server depression, feelings of alienation and a slow descent into madness. Fairies needed to fly. Without it the crave to fly and be free would slowly drive the fairy insane as it took over.

That usually lead to death by suicide sadly or the fairy would slowly shut down as wings helped show emotions. They’d flutter when happy, droop when sad, be displayed when angry or challenging someone, etc. Fairies needed them and Erin had seen too many fairies die at the hands of greedy monsters like these! Erin herself was a fairy but she had hidden her wings from view because of the rumours of wing hunters within the local area.

"What a cute looking fairy, i bet your wings are gorgeous." One of the humans laughed darkly as he used his hand to lift her face up to meet his eyes. Erin glared at him, fear deep within her eyes. “Your wings will be the most gorgeous ones ever sold. Tales of gold and silver with hanging jewels off of the tips unlike normal fairies. The blood said to sparkle as the wings are pulled from the body and they twitch. God, I can’t wait to cut your wings off!” He laughed, eyes holding a psychotic and greedy glint. Such a disgusting human; with such a vice covered soul she was surprised he hadn’t been killed by his greed.

“Go fuck yourself! You won't have my wings." She growled angrily, shuffling about even though she had been bound up by rope, keeping her arms bound to her torso. Her ankles and wrists were bound together by made draining chain and her body was bound by strong rope that rendered her immobile. The guy chuckled and laughed, bringing tears to murky eyes. The guy was around the age of 26 with long greasy blonde hair and dark blue eyes. The man had been spoiled his entire life by rich parents -that was easy to see by the way he acted and dressed - and whenever he didn’t get his way would make sure the person suffered.

What a disgusting human being!

He wore a long sleeved white top with a blue waist coat overtop that had gold chains hanging out the pockets. His black leather pants were clean and were very pristine, showing he took care of them and prided himself with that. A good leader always keeps themself clean and presentable even when doing dirty work. The leather was that of top quality and was not cheap by any means. "Oh but Fairy Queen, your wings are the best out there. That is, unless you want us to rip the wings out of all your people. We’ll tie you up and force you to watch as we cut out the wings of every man, woman and child in your stupid kingdom!” He threatened, pulling her hair causing her to look at him.

Erin had to laugh. This mere human thought he could get past her kingdoms protection barrier?! Fuck no! Not even a boss monster could! Only she could break the barrier! “Hahahaha! Good luck you pathetic human! You can’t even make a scratch on that barrier. You wouldn’t be able to get anywhere near my people!” She snarled. The human man clearly didn’t like this back chat and got in her face.

“Oh really?!” He shouted. “And how would a slut like you know?! Humans are stronger than monsters!” He screamed, face red with anger. “I’m not a full monster!” Erin growled back and spat in his face. He didn’t like that and grabbed his knife from the holster on his belt. He grabbed it and began cutting down her face and eye with the blade. It caused her to scream in pain; crying and shaking.

She just wanted to go home! That’s all she wanted!

Erin's screams and the humans maniacal laughter echoed out into the surrounding foliage making Error stiffen. He could smell blood and fear and hear the sounds of sobs and skin opening. Looks like he had new powerful senses. He looked around wildly, his senses on overdrive.

The person was in pain, whoever it was and they were clearly not alone if the dark laughing indicated anything. His slit eye-lights were looking around and scanning for any indication to show where the screams and laughs were coming from.'its ok, i will find you! I’ll stop your pain! I won’t let you suffer like I did!' He thought in desperation. He didn't want someone to be hurt like him, someone becoming so broken it left them questioning as to why.

Null looked up at his daddy, wondering why he looked so frantic. Another pain filled scream sounded out making him whimper and curl closer to his daddy's chest. His tail curled around his legs as his ears went down. The screams sounded so sad and like his when he begged them to stop, when they hurt him with their needles. "Daddy, please stop those screams. They're hurt! Stop them like you stopped him." Null whimpered out, clutching onto the others ribs.

Error didn't have a chance to put his top on when he jumped into the void from the other multiverse so all he was wearing was his shorts and trainers with his makeshift, blood soaked bandages on his ribs which had stopped bleeding and dusting but he had to be careful as to not reopen his wounds again. "I WiLl nUlL, i WiLl sToP tHeIr sCrEaMs AnD tHe OnE cAuSiNg ThEm." Error promised. Closing his eyes, he decided to use his enhanced sense of smell to find the direction on which the screams came from.

The smell of flowers blended in with the smell of firewood, alcohol, tears and blood?! Shit, this was worse than he thought! ‘North west!’ He thought in shock, eyes snapping open.

The green plants and trees looked all the same to him so he didn't know as to where he was and how far away he was from the nearest town, but the place was beautiful and the perfect temperature. The forest called to him and his senses, making him feel somewhat alive. His nose caught wind of a floral scent with a hint of the sea. It was coming north west from then and the smell of blood clearly indicated the person was hurt.

He narrowed his eyes and growled, showing huge fangs as his lip was brought back in a vicious snarl. It seemed no matter where he went, someone innocent was getting hurt for no reason and it angered him. He didn't want anyone turning out like him, being broken beyond hope, being unable to be put together again.

His bones broke, his soul rejecting itself and ripping itself apart to please someone else who would never be pleased or satisfied. "BoYs hAnG oNtO mE, AlRiGhT?" Error said as he took off running. As he began running, he used all his body weight to give himself a boost which left a huge hole in the dirt.

Null giggled as his daddy ran, his movements jostling him and his brother in his tight grip as he held onto his fathers rib. This the most fun he’d ever had! He didn’t want it to stop! The scents and colours blurred together as they moved, making everything go by quickly.

"Fun, fun!" Null laughed happily, his tail swishing happily. Void giggled too and shrieked with laughter. "Ahwoo~ ahh! Hahaha!" He cooed out. It made no sense at all but he was happy and to Null that's all that mattered. He held his little brother’s tiny hand and smiled. “See? Daddy is very awesome!” voids little giggles were his answer.

Error panted as he ran, wincing as some wounds reopened at his harsh movements and began to bleed again. 'Please hang on just a little longer, I'm on my way!' He thought frantically. He wasn't going to let someone else get hurt if he could prevent it.

Erin hit the deck, her voice raw; face wet and sticky with tears and blood.

Her left eye ached and so did her cheek and eyebrow from the two large gashes cut into her eye and skin. She was glad she had super regenerative abilities as the fairy queen so she could fix her eye but she’d have scars. She ached all over, her muscles burned and the new cuts throbbed as they bled. Her left eye was shut even more tightly as a cut on her hairline bled and blood poured down the left side of her face.

"Fuck you!" She sobbed out, bruises forming on her cheek and staining the pale skin dark purple. She spat out some blood onto the others clothes, making him frown in displeasure. "Bitch." He hissed and used his foot to turn her onto her back and began kicking her stomach. Erin groaned and moaned in pain at every painful blow. More tears fell. All she felt was pain! ‘I don’t want this! I can’t protect myself and it hurts!’ She thought.

Bruises littered her arms and legs as well as bleeding cuts that were filled with the mud from the forests floor. Dirt stained her blue top and brown skirt. Her clothes were torn from the beating and covered in blood. The guys workers laughed as they sat on a rotting log nearby and drunk some whisky from their titanium flasks. Her wings would win them a fortune!

Their black and brown guard dogs sat by with red collars on, gold spikes sticking out as well as collars. They barked angrily, saliva going everywhere. "You get her boss." One laughed. He was a convicted sex offender and domestic abuser. He was a wanted man but with his boss’ help and constant moving around he was never caught.

He wore a black trench coat with silver seams and chains on the pockets with a brown top and grey jeans that were accompanied by scuffed black boots. His brown eyes was hazed by alcohol and his brown hair was swept back. His brother sat beside him, wearing a long sleeved button up t-shirt whose sleeves were pushed up to the elbow and some blue pants with brown shoes. His brother was a wanted man for murder and rape of a young child. He was truly disgusting. Their breaths reeked of alcohol and it made Erin feel sick.

Her body felt overloaded and her thoughts raced as did her soul. ‘Please, someone save me! I don’t want to die! My kingdom will be unprotected and Claudia..my friends...I can’t leave them!’ She thought as kicks kept going and screamed as a rib broke. ‘Claudia, help me! I’m scared!’ She thought with desperation.

The boss -who went by the name Terry- finished kicking her and kicking her onto her right side, making her face away from them. Erin coughed up blood and vomit, whimpering. All she had to do was go to the market to do some shopping, but her basket was lying in the bushes as they were ripped from her hands by the three assholes above her. "Show us your wings Fairy Queen." Terry hissed, smirking.

If he got the Fairy Queen's wings he could make a goddamn fortune selling them on the black market. He would be rich and he would be able to live in a grande Villa in the south of Snowdin. Erin sniffled and used her bound hands that were rubbed raw and bleeding due to the magic draining chains to sit up and glared. "Go to hell. I won’t show you my wings!” She hissed as tears flowed and blood dribbled down swollen and purple cheeks. She would never show a mere human who wanted to steal her wings what he wanted!

Terry grew angry and pulled out the dagger from his back pocket holster again. It was a fine blade of steel around 6 inches long and with a gold handle that was said to have been crafted by a local blacksmith within Snowdin's capital. "I will kill you!" He shouted as he lifted the dagger up

Erin closed her eyes and sobbed silently waiting for the final blow but all she heard was a scream of "what the hell?!"

Confused, she snapped opened her eyes and gasped. A tall glitchy skeleton with midnight bones stood before her in a crouched position, growling. His ears were pulled backwards, his six ombré tails swishing angrily as he guarded her. 'A...kitsune?' She thought in shock. For a second there, she thought she was going to die at the hands of greedy humans but it seemed that a demon fox skeleton had heard her cries for help.

Tears of pain turned into tears of relief. She wasn’t gonna die! She was safe!

Error stood before the tied up girl, fury coursing through his veins. They had tried to kill an innocent person for no reason, after tying her up and beating her to the point her skin was black and blue with multiple cuts. He came across the sight, panting and his bones creaking. Null watched the mean humans cut and kick their captive and he whimpered, burying his face in his fathers chest.

It hurt to watch!

Ir reminded him of the scientists who experimented on him. "Daddy, their mean." He whimpered. Error growled, his lips moving back in a snarl. Putting Null on the floor, he petted the younger kitsune.

"StAy HeRe nO mAtTeR wHaT. LoOk AfTeR VoId fOr mE." His daddy said before rushing off. Null hid within the bush, Void cooing and looking around; touching the leaves and flowers. 'Daddy can do it. If anyone could help her its daddy. Daddy is safe after all.' He thought.

‘You disgusting bastard! People like you should be burning in hell!!’ He thought in absolute fury. His marrow boiled. They hurt a mere child!

When Terry tried to go and stab her, Error kicked the human on his ass, snarling and crouching in a fighting position in front of the girl. The girl was bleeding and bruised to no end. He growled and snapped his head in the direction of the dogs who walked over to protect their masters.

The dogs growled and barked roughly but he roared loudly causing the dogs to whimper and their ears to go down, tails between their legs and lay their heads on their paws.

A sign of submission.

He turned to the human who scrambled back. "What the hell?! A kitsune?! What the fuck, i thought they were endangered!" He said in fear, his face ashen pale and sweating buckets. Kitsunes were rare and were hunted to pretty much extinction by humans for their fur which was not only used for rope making, clothes making and that, it made good medicine too.

His two goons pissed themselves from fear and screamed as thinly slit eye lights turned to them and big fangs snapped at them. "You're on your own!" One brother screamed and ran off into the surrounding foliage, his brother following as well as their dogs following him. They weren’t dying today!

"Hey, don't leave me you cowards!" Terry screamed in fear. This kitsune was angry, the feral eyes and growling as well as body position showing its fury and will to pounce. “You sick bastard!” Error screeched furiously and punched in him. He pinned the fucker down and proceeded to gut the guy with his razor sharp claws.

It was relatively easy as cutting into his abdomen was like a knife through butter. It was soft and fleshy, not a lot of resistance to his claws. As claws cut deeper and deeper past muscles, fat and tissue, blood spilled onto the ground. Terry screamed in agony and blood ran out his mouth making his screams gargled.

“Stop, please stop!! Stop, stop, stop, stop!! I’ll do anything just please stop have mercy!! Please have mercy! I beg of you!” He sobbed out. Error stopped and for a moment they locked eyes with eachother. Erin watched in shock as the Kitsune snickered and laughed with a static filled voice. “You don’t deserve mercy and whilst I’m merciful to people, I am not to you!” He growled and began cutting again. Soon he was at the intestines, ignoring the others screams. He pulled the intestines out and threw them aside staining the floor, plants and his hands with blood.

He continued to cut out and remove organs one by one, showing the organs to Terry before throwing them aside qirhna sick splat. Terry watched in pain and horror at his own organs and screeched as bones were also broken. Error laughed darkly. No he would feel the pain he inflicted on others! Soon screams fell silent and Terry was dead; chest cavity wide open and empty. The other hissed, standing tall and glaring down at him.

How pitiful. In the end he was nothing but a coward.

Error sighed. Humans truly were greedy and horrible; hurting an innocent person for no reason or for money. He would never get humans and their ways of life or thinking. Turning to the girl, he chuckled at her awed and slightly horrified look. Sure he was merciful and didn’t like being beaten or killing innocent people and their homes but people like him? He loved killing them slowly and inhumanely so they could suffer!

He would say the girl was around the age of 16 to 17 with long brown hair tipped blue that cascaded down her shoulders to her hips and blue eyes holding confusion and slight horror.

Dried blood caked her face and bruises littered her skin. Her cheeks were swollen and her left eye was not only badly cut up but swollen shut. From the tears in her clothes, he could see her stomach was a dark purple. The cuts had started to clot and he frowned. "YoU oKaY kId? YoU’Re bAdLy hUrT." He asked her as he bent down and began to cut the rope binding her. He got a good look at her clothes. She wore a button up, pale blue top that's sleeves ended at her elbows and a long brown skirt. The clothes were torn in places and stained with mud as well as blood.

Erin nodded. "I am fine. Thank you so much for saving me." She said with a wince and small smile as the chains came free. She was not telling the full truth. She wanted to cry, to scream and be at home safe but with how she was, she couldn’t be. She needed to heal. She rubbed her wrists and smiled up at the kitsune. She finally took in his appearance.

He was around 6”10 and he was wounded; badly. His skull was covered in tons of cracks and scars that made his skull look fragile and ready to cave in from the slightest touch. His ribs were broken or had healed wrong in many places; some being held together by blood-soaked make shift bandages. His spine was scratched to shit and she was surprised he could walk. She couldn't see his hips or his thighs but she could guess they were also covered in cracks and scars. His legs and feet were also covered in multiple cuts and scars, including his toes.

Wow, and she thought her wounds were bad.

She frowned at how someone could be so hurt and look as if it didn't bother him. She had seen grown men like him scream at broken bones before, so how this monster wasn't screaming in agony was beyond her comprehension.

His eye sockets were red and his left eye light was white whilst the right was yellow with a blue ring and pupil. He had blue lines on his face, showing he had cried so much he had been branded by it. His skull was black as was the palms of his hands but the rest of his bones were red.

The dark red areas signified defied blood or bruising which was so server, he shouldn't be able to move let alone be standing proudly above her. Her heart broke knowing that he had been hurt, abused even, by someone so much he had been branded by his tears of pain and he was no longer bothered by the pain; clearly he had gone though worse times.

His ears were black tipped navy blue and filled with red fur. His tails were the same bar the red. He glitched and had 'ERROR" signs all over her. The skeleton kitsune smiled and sat down cross legged before her. "ThAts GoOd. NuLl, VoId, yOu tWo cAn cOmE oUt nOw." He said, his Deep and glitchy voice startling her a bit but not much.

Null and void came out.

Erin smiled as the tiny kitsunes went over to their father and crawled into his lap. They were both small, one clearly under the age of one and the other just under age 4 and a half. They had white bones and didn't glitch like their father, leading Erin to believe he had adopted the pair. They had white furry ears and tails but the oldest had his tipped blue and the baby tipped pastel orange.

Both wore high end, silk dresses even though they were male, not that she cared. She had a male friend back home whom could pull off dresses perfectly. "You saved her daddy! Daddy good man!” Null squealed happily, Void cooing and clapping his tiny hands. Erin smiled.

"I'm Erin, I'm the fairy Queen." Erin said standing up only to hit the deck again. Everything hurt so bad!

Error helped her up gently. “Kid, you’re very badly wounded you shouldn’t be moving around as it could hurt you even further.” He said with a serious but soft tone. Erin chuckled. “I’m fine sir. As the fairy queen I have certain healing and regenerative abilities.” She watched the others eyes widen slightly at that. "I know I don't look like much but its because of my magic. Its nice to meet you and your kits." Erin said offering a hand.

Error started at her hand but took it and shook it gently. "HeLlo ErIn, I'm ErRoR aNd tHeSe aRe my SoNs NuLl aNd VoId." He said.

Null waved at her, smiling. Erin waved back. "Its my pleasure. Sorry about those assholes -never use those words boys, they're bad- are wing hunters." Erin said as she went over to a nearby bush and decided to pick her basket out from within the leaves. She ignored the organs nearby. It was a simple basket that Erin was glad wasn't damaged.

Error didn't like the sound of that. "Wing hunter, someone who pulls the wings from creatures and sells them for money and profit." He said in disgust. He didn't like them, he had seen them in pervious AU's where the inhabitants had wings such as RebornTale, Angeltale and BirdTale. He loved watching them fly so it angered him when people tried to remove the wings like he was removed from his AU years ago from fate.

"Yeah. They wont do it again thanks to you though." Erin said with a cough of blood as she began to use her magic to heal her wounds. She placed a green glowing hand on the cut on her forehead. It began to knit itself back together until the cut was gone and then did the same to her eye. Once the wind was closed she had two scars and blinked. She could see!

She moved to the bruise, wincing at the pain as it was tender and used it to bring the swelling down and get rid of the internal bleeding. The kicking had torn open and wounded her organs but luckily she could repair them and the ribs that fixed itself with a snap making Error wince.

He knew how that felt.

Once the bruise and swelling had gone down, green flame like magic surrounded her body as she used her healing magic to heal most wounds she had sustained from the beating, especially the one to the stomach which had done the most damage. Pulling her top up, she showed her dark purple stomach. It was badly bruised and super painful. Error winced even more Humans skin wasn't supposed to turn that colour, especially where it housed their vital organs.

"T-That looks painful. Will you be okay kid?" Error asked with concern. Erin nodded as the bruising began to fade as all internal damage was fixed. "Yes i am Error. I am fine." She said with a slight tremble. Everything that happened was starting to take affect.

‘No meltdown, no meltdown, no meltdown!’ She thought. She had autism so things like what just happened could overload her. Error frowned and hugged her which she didn’t expect. Null looked at the glowing flame aura and gasped in awe. "Pretty!" He said making Erin chuckle. "Thank you. It's healing magic." She said letting her top fall.

(I'm no longer doing Error's voice LiKe ThIs.)

“Kid you’re not ok. It’s okay to cry when scared so if you wanna cry, cry.” He said softly and hugged her lightly. She needed it. Erin’s trembles got worse and she began sobbing and hitting her head violently. She didn’t feel safe, she felt exposed and overwhelmed. She hated it! ((Authors note: I have autism as I was diagnosed at age 12. I have violent meltdowns and it isn’t nice at all so I’m going off of my own experiences.))

“Kid no! Don’t hurt yourself.” He said gently holding her hands to stop her from hurting herself. Null hugged her round the waist and Void held her ankle. Poor lady must be scared! ‘Don’t worry! Hugs and kisses makes it all better!’ Null thought kissing her hand and void her leg. Error chuckled. They sure liked making people happy.

Soon the meltdown was over and Erin was exhausted, leaning against Error. “Sorry. I still have so much to do and I just made myself look like an idiot.” She mumbled. Null frowned. “You’re not an idiot ma’am. You’ve been hurt and it’s okay to cry. Daddy saved us from a bad man too. It’s okay to cry.” He said with determination.

Erin chuckled weakly and let his skull. “Such a nice boy. Your daddy taught you well.” She mumbled. Error smiled and decided to change the subject.

"So, you said you were the fairy Queen. I thought fairies were supposed to have wings." Error said in confusion. She had no wings what so ever so how was she the fairy queen? He had seen his fair share of queens before, Toriel was always the queen and was a king ruler but some AU's were the exception. "I am but i can hide my true appearance with magic." Erin said as she finished healing herself and stood up on her own.

She felt weak from the magic use and meltdown but a little bit off food and some sleep would make her feel good a new. She activated her magic again to reveal her wings.

Error watched in awe as a pink aura burst around her form. Her messy hair straightened and became slightly curly at the tips as a forehead crown made of pearls and pink tear drop crystal in the centre formed on her head.

Her clothes changed shape, becoming a light pink, off the shoulders Dress, the skirt becoming slit just below her hips. The front half of the skirt had sewn on dark pink gemstones and blue crystals arranged to make a flower. The gems were also on the back around the sleeves edge that widened near the wrist and at the neck line. She wore a gold corset made of metal that sat above the dress. It looked heavy when in reality, it was charmed to be weightless. It was encrusted with rubies, sapphires and rose quarts.

Erin wore gold ankle cuffs that was also encrusted with gemstones. Her wings opened up, shocking him. They were like three wings in a pair of wings.

The wings had fuchsia outer boarder with blue and gold tips. There was three silver jewels in the centre of the wings and then light pink. She had some blue jewels dangling of the six tips and they sparkled in the sun.

"Now i can see why they call the Fairy Queen." Error said in shock. He had never seen magic so advanced before in someone who wasn't him or Inky so this person was very powerful if they could use their magic to conceal their true appearance and appendages from sight.

He sighed. He could never have a normal friend could he? He looked at her wings and wondered if they were made of living tissue or magic like Skeletons were.

"Its fine, my magic makes it hard for anyone to see my appearance once I conceal it." Erin said, carting her basket. "Error, may I ask, who has hurt you. I can assure you the person who has hurt you will be found and punished, this looks like inhumane torture!" Erin cried out, looking absolutely horrified at his injuries.

"Its a long story, are you sure you want to hear it?" He asked as he stood up; causing his bones to crack and creak from the movement.

Erin shuddered at the sound. It made her anger boil at the fact someone could be so damaged, so broken yet still be in once piece as if it was okay. "I would love to hear it. You can tell it to me as we walk to the market, i am not leaving you without a home after saving my life." She said with determination.

Erins wings began to flutter allowing her to fly right beside him. "Alright. Fate is cruel and has one child who they adore..." And so Error told her off Fate, of Inky, Of how he had been ripped from his AU and forced into a job of destruction, killing people so peoples AU's could grow and how they hated him for a job he had no control over because of an out of control creator.

He watched in shock as Erin again broke down in tears and sobbed at his tail, angrily sobbing about how if she ever met this so called 'creator' she would rip his body into pieces only to put him back together again and let her friends torture him in the most gruesomest way possible until he was begging to death.

Error had never seen someone so angry about his treatment. It happened everyday and he was see to all the fights, the beating, the insults.

She grabbed his hand and looked him in the eyes with determination and sincerity. "I swear to you Error, no one will ever hurt you or your Kits again, or i will personally kill them myself." Erin growled out. Erin was furious. How could people be so ungrateful to a demigod?! A demigod who was forced and who was broken in both mind, soul and body?

Error would admit he drowned in fates strings, struggled to keep everyone alive.

He hated the pain, he hated that no one could see the truth and blindly followed the one who would lead to their death but when no one knew the truth he didn't blame them. Sure everything hurt -he screamed, begged, bones breaking and blood pouring whilst his soul broke and was reattached itself- he admitted he learnt thing they didn't know.

He checked her quickly. The last of her family, an autistic child and queen of a huge kingdom. She had many friends and a fiancé. She was powerful with over 1,800 in attack and 1,500 in deference. Her soul trait was SINCERITY so her soul was turquoise. What an Interesting character.

“But I’m used to it. I’m broken and chocking on Fates strings. Fate likes one and I am not that one. There is nothing you can do and even if you could, you have over millions of Sanses to fight.” He said as he followed her.

Erin narrowed her eye that flashed turquoise for a second before returning to blue again "Those so called Judges seem very blind in their judgement if you ask me." Erin said as they walked into Snowdin's Market place. There were shops and stalls for miles; each stall filled with food, clothes, meat, medicine and other things people would be interested in buying.

Clothes were lined on racks, giving colour to all the bleak grey walls. Baskets were surrounded stalls that were set out with things Error had never seen.

Null watched the stalls and looked around at the people who crowded the streets. The sun beamed down from the sunny sky and warmed his bones and fur up.

The chatter and laughter of the crowd made the atmosphere light and fluffy. He didn't notice his daddy's confused face at the beautiful fairy's words but he enjoyed the smell of the cooking meat that permeated from the cooking stalls.

"Daddy, I'm hungry." He pouted as his stomach grumbled, Void even beginning to cry as his little tummy rubbed too. Error frowned and rocked the pair of them, even though he was concerned. They had no money and he couldn't leave his sons to steal anything in such a populated area. It would be a disaster!

Guards would run after them and people would have to move aside and try and catch them and there was NO WAY in hell he’d let them go for his children. They’d have to get through him first! “I’m so so sorry little ones. I do not have the backpack on me so all food is as Toriel. I’m sorry but you’ll have to wait till I can find us some shelter and get you some food.” He said with sadly.

Erin frowned as Void cried and Null whimpered In hunger. "May i?" She asked.

Error turned to her apprehensively and frowned. "Only if you explain what you meant earlier." He said. He was confused as to what she meant that their judgement was blind. Erin nodded and took Void from his arms. "Shh, shh, its okay. We'll get you something to eat." She cooed, rocking and nuzzling the small baby kitsune.

Void's cries slowly came to a stop and she smiled; wiping his orange tears away. "There we go, happy baby." She giggled.

Turning to Error, she flew beside him as he walked into the crowd. "I meant that they are blind to their own misdoings. They see their actions as good and only good, not considering their own actions immoral and wrong. They cant see that what they have done had lead to you having great pain and suffering. They are also blind lapdogs I guess you could say. This Dream sounds like a love sick puppy with his tail between his legs.

If they believe one persons words and not bothering to exhaust all options before violence; if they don't see the reasons behind someone's action and someone history, and just go straight ahead into violence, then they are the idiots and the ones who should take a step back and think 'Whoa, hold on a minute, is what this person saying the and do i know what he is telling me is true? What do i know about this person? Do i know their reasons behind their actions, do i know what they've been though?' If not, then they're blind and easily lead." Erin explained, angrily, not caring when Void grabbed her hair and began chewing on it.

Error stared At her and couldn't believe it. He had never thought of it that way. He could see where she was coming from and what she meant.

In ways, the sanses and papyruses were blind to everything, only taking Ink's words and falling upon their own knowledge. They knew nothing about him, about Nightmare's gang or the Chara's. They only knew what Ink told them but never decided to find out their reasoning behind their actions and their history; what they went through.

"I never thought of it that way. Like I said, i could only do so much without Ink having everyone breathing down my neck and beating me to pieces. I could never find time to do anything and when i could find time, I would spend time in the Antivoid watching Undernovela, making puppets and clothes or hanging out with Nightmare's gang and the Chara's." Error said as he looked at the crowd. They watched him in horror, whispering about his wounds and promises of pain to the one who hurt him.

Other bowed as Erin came though as she was the queen. Erin nodded, handing Void back to his father. "Understandable. They will pay for it. Anyway, as you're here you can relax and no longer have to destroy." She said as she began to buy what she needed. She brought bags of vegetables and fruits as well as packaged meat.

Medicine was a must, she brought loads of it and she got things such as bread, butter, potions and baby food for Void. Error was in shock that a tiny basket could hold so much but Erin divulged that there was a spell on it so some of it was teleported to her palace.

Erin explained how she lived in the palace her parents left behind when they died with her friends who he would meet when he went home with her as she wanted him to have an actual home. Error didn't understand why she was determined to help him as he was used to the pain and he would heal overtime after all, once he had been pulled into tiny individual pieces and he just went back together again but she was having none of it. He sighed.

Null smiled as Erin handed him a small basket of freshly baked chocolate cookies.

“Thank you!" He said happily as he took one and bit into it. It was soft and the chocolate melted in his mouth making him moan happily at the taste. She was nice and lot more friendly then the others they had run into. He liked her. "You're welcome Null." Erin said happily and gave Error a bottle of formula to Error.

"Thank you Erin." He said as he put the nipple of the bottle in Voids mouth and the small infant began to suck the formula down like no tomorrow.

Null munched on the cookies as Erin went over to her last stop. Error watched as she approached an elderly man whose long grey hair was pulled back in a bun. He wore a dark blue shirt and grey shorts with black shoes. She said something in a language he didn't understand and he watched as the man pulled a piece of clothing off the rack and gave it to her. Smiling, Erin paid him and turned to him.

"We can go now." She said, going in the opposite way they came in from. Error followed, ignoring the rest of the people. "Also, you need to start eating again." Error looks at her, eye brow raised. "Why?! I have no need for eat, i cant die! I can survive without it." He said. Error would never understand eating. "I know but it will make you sick. Not eating means your kitsune mana reserves will deplete severely and make you very weak and sick." Erin said seriously. "OH."

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edierone · 5 years

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26 and 77 for the mash up list

Five Miles Is a Long Way to Walk In Florsheims

She really did it.

She — she just pulled over, told me to get out, and — kept on driving.

I know I was pissing her off this entire case (but especially today), I know I probably (definitely) pushed it too far when I did the vehicular version of Dutch-ovening her just now, a little juvenile humor to lighten the mood … ok, honestly, with the heat on, it was really kind of nauseating, even for me.

She’s threatened to dump me out before, like a dad yelling at the kids to pipe down or he’ll make ‘em walk home.

But — this time, she really did it. And here I am, by the side of a two-lane road in the far yonder of cow country, in a cold drizzling rain, in my suit (minus the jacket, which is … still in the car) and cheap dumb dress shoes from JC Penney — thank god I left my Nunn Bush oxfords at home, I guess? — watching the rented Ford’s taillights recede in the far distance.

I’ll wait a few minutes. She’ll come back.

Nope. It’s been fifteen already. New plan: Walk till I’m just over that next rise — probably she’s sitting there, waiting for me to catch up, parked on the narrow shoulder with the radio on one of her channels (theory: might’ve been the fourth airing of “Livin’ Lovin’ Maid” that pushed her over the edge; note to self, that’s enough classic rock for today). I’ll show up, she’ll forgive me, and we’ll get back to finding the Phantom Murderin’ Cowboy of BFE.

*************

Nope. Fox and his tired old dogs are walkin back to Cowburg.

*************

Five miles is a long way to walk in Florsheims, especially when the seams start to give and your socks are soaked and your hair is in your face and even your belt is ruined. It’s enough time to get titanically self-righteously angry, then run out of steam on that and rethink your position, then feel like utter dogshit for the way you’ve treated the most important person in your life, then script and rehearse your most abject apology speech dozens of times, refining it to remove all traces of self-pity and accusation and adding a few jokey lines so she knows it’s you and not some shapeshifting asshole wearing you as a skin suit or something.

I’m — I’m properly chastened, is what I’m saying, and all I want is to get back in her good graces. And maybe get some dry clothes on; my balls are rubbed pretty raw at this point.

Room 27, adjoining room 28, the last two on the end farthest from the road. I start to feel just how bad off I am as I cross the parking lot: I’m freezing, my left knee hurts like a bastard, my ankles feel swollen to the point of sloshiness, my back is killing me, and my feet — oh god, my feet … I limp to good old 27, then realize with a wave of despair that my key is in the pocket of my suit jacket, which I can see crumpled on the floor of the Taurus’s backseat.

Shit.

Rather than add “broken rental car window” to my list of crimes and expense items, I gather what’s left of my dignity — there ain’t much — and shuffle over to 28.

“Knock knock, it’s the bog monster of Black Rock Creek, I’m here to —”

The door swings open so fast I almost fall through it.

There she is, keys in hand and coat on — that determined/worried little furrow between her eyes quickly smoothing out and hiking skyward as she takes in my bedraggled state. I don’t get a chance to give my apology speech, because she’s already launched into hers: “Jesus, Mulder, you look like a drowned rat! I’m so sorry — I thought it was only a mile or so, but it took you so long, I got worried — you — I was so angry, I guess I just didn’t realize how far it was — oh, look at your shoes! I was coming to get you — god you must be so cold —”

The whole time, she’s dragging me inside, running to the bathroom to grab towels which she tosses at me, bending to help me shuck the worthless bits of leather that used to be size 11 Fed footwear, checking through my sopping-wet hair for head trauma — at least I think that’s what she’s doing, but I don’t really care cause it feels pretty good.

But I can’t let her do all the apologizing, so all the while, I’m trying to interject with my own mea culpa — about how it’s OK, I’m OK, I was being a dumbass and I deserved it and I’m sorry for questioning her take on the third vic’s cause of death (she was right, I was reaching, and being a dick about it besides), if she wants to Dutch-oven me as revenge, I’ll take it like a man …

That one finally makes her stop fussing and laugh, her big surprising Scully-laugh that makes me feel like a god for bringing it forth.

“Mulder …” she finally says, looking me up and down with a mixture of pity and amusement that kinda makes me tingle. “I’ll save that idea for another time. Why don’t you go get a hot shower and I’ll — try to find something to eat. I’m already dressed to go out anyway.”

I agree to this plan, and in less than an hour, we’re side by side in comfy warm sweatpants on the surprisingly decent couch, eating some of the best tortilla soup I’ve ever tasted. She brought icy cold glass bottles of Coke, too — “Hecho in Mexico, oh man, Scully, that’s the stuff!”

She puts hers down and hops up, going to dig something out of her trench pocket. “I almost forgot! I found something else to warm you up.” She holds it out to me — a pint bottle of Jameson’s.

“Heyyyyyy!” I reach for it, cracking it open and smelling it. “Where’d you get this? I thought this was a dry county.”

“It is,” she smiles, with an arch aren’t-I-clever look. “I bought it off the front desk clerk — smelled something on her breath and took the big investigative leap. She charged me a pretty big markup, but I thought it was worth it, under the circumstances.”

I agree, and ask if we have glasses — but this isn’t the kind of place that furnishes barware, so I guess we’ll have to swig it like a couple of winos under a bridge.

“I don’t mind swapping spit with you, Scully, if you’re ok with mine,” I say, landing a pretty ill-timed glance at her lips that I hope she doesn’t notice.

She does. It makes her blush a little, which she brazens through with a big manly belt of the Jameson’s. She hands the bottle to me and dares me with her eyes to do better.

I can’t, of course, but I try, and as the first gulp slides down my throat, warming me from the inside, I have one of those hot pulses of the deepest kind of affection for her — the kind that just shouts in my head, iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou, so loud that I almost give it voice for real.

But, of course, I don’t; we finish our dinner, taking occasional nips of whiskey, calling out increasingly sloppy answers at Jeopardy! and then Wheel of Fortune on the crummy motel TV.

The news is next and neither of us is in the mood, so I click through the five working channels and get lucky: North By Northwest is just starting. I scooch around to get comfortable, but I must’ve stiffened up — both of my hip joints and something up high in my back crack audibly, and the girly scream whistling out of me at the way my calf just seized would be funny if it didn’t hurt so much.

Well, I guess it’s funny to Scully — she laughs, but apologizes. Then laughs again. She’s ruthless, not to mention mean. I tell her so. She laughs harder. I pout dramatically, and eventually she relents.

“All right, all right — you’ll be useless in the morning if I don’t get you fixed up, and I don’t plan on carrying your bag through DFW airport. Get up on that bed, I’ll massage the kinks out.”

I swear I do not even have time to open my mouth before she warns, deadly serious: “And if you say one word about this is how some of your favorite movies start —”

Ahh, she knows me, doesn’t she?

I make like a totally innocent man — pure of heart, mind, and deed — and lie down on my stomach with my feet toward the headboard, propping my chin up on a pillow so I can keep watching the movie. Scully gets to work.

And she’s good. Got those doctor hands. Whoever’s in 26 must think we’re making the world’s weirdest sex tape in here, or else that we’ve kidnapped a moose that sometimes converses with Cary Grant.

By the time she gets to my feet, I feel like a melted marshmallow.

Scully says dreamily, “I remember watching this once somewhere when I was about twelve, and thinking Eve Kendall was the coolest thing I’d ever seen.” I make an inquiring noise. “You know — this scene —”

They’re on the train. Eva Marie Saint’s lookin ol’ Archibald in the eye, telling him she’s twenty-six and unmarried and likes his face, how it’s gonna be a long night, and

“And I don't particularly like the book I've started,” Scully murmurs along. I crane my neck to look back at her; her lips curve upward in the most delicious-looking arc, her eyes twinkling with that sort of mischievous/impressed look she gets toward me sometimes.

I love it, but it makes me a little jealous, so I tell her so. She just giggles and says, “Oh, don’t be jealous of old crushes!” I want to ask her who’s the crush, Eva Marie or Cary, but she grabs the other pillow and flops down on her stomach beside me and suddenly I can’t talk — I just lie there, grinning like a fool.

She passes me the one-third-full Jameson’s — one more sip each before she caps it for the night. We watch for awhile longer. During the next commercial break, she turns to me, studying me with a gentle smile.

“You look a little dopey,” she says fondly, and I laugh.

“I’m also happy, sleepy, and tipsy — wonder where the other three dwarfs are?”

Her eyes are on the TV again. “Doc … Bashful … Horny …”

Suddenly my heart is thumping way too hard. When I talk, it comes out softer than I meant it to. “I don’t think ‘Horny’ is one of the original septet, Doc …”

She shifts a little. She’s smiling but she won’t look at me. “Neither is ‘Tipsy,’ but I spotted you that one — fair’s fair, Mulder.”

“Oh, we’re being honest?” Where did this voice come from, the one that makes her shiver? There — just then — she did, she did shiver. I saw it. “Well, maybe there was a Horny. And a Woody, and a — Smitten, and a —”

“I think you better stop there, Prince Charming,” she interrupts, finally half-turning her face toward me. She still won’t make eye contact; maybe she knows, like I do, that if she does that, we don’t stand a chance of keeping this from happening.

The thing is, I want it to. I have for a long, long time, and I think — so does she, so has she.

That’s the source of so much of the tension between us; that’s really why we fought earlier, why there’ve been so many of these little flareups lately, embers dropped into dry grass and then stomped out with such vigor. We’ve been careful not to get into situations like this one, where the space separating us is so small that we can feel the other’s exhales on our own skin.

I drop down from my elbows to lie flat, facing her. I can see her eyelashes silhouetted against the washed-out lights of 1959 onscreen. “Scully,” I say, barely above a whisper.

It’s a long moment before she finally whispers back, “Not here.”

I know what she means, of course I do. Not on a case, not in a janky motel, not even a little bit under the influence.

“Then where?”

She shakes her head, a tiny movement that makes her hair fall forward, obscuring any part of her I could read.

She doesn’t know? Or she doesn’t want to say? I can’t tell, so I try another question.

“Soon, do you think?”

She tenses, and for a second I think she’s going to get up, or order me out of here. But then she drops her head to the pillow, facing me. Her eyes are huge, serious, full of something unnameable that I nonetheless understand.

“Soon,” she agrees.

I nod, nearly overwhelmed by my love for her, the tremendous weight of this moment, the desire that’s been there for so long I don’t remember a time when it wasn’t.

She reaches to touch my face, skimming lightly along one side, barely barely barely there on my eyelid, so softly; I close my eyes as she traces where she likes.

Her hand falls eventually, coming to rest in the little valley between us. I take hold of it, gently, risking a glimpse at her. Her eyes are shut now, but I’m not sure she’s asleep.

“I love you,” I say, but silently, the coward’s way. “So much.”

If she hears me, it’s only subliminally; that’s all the daring I have tonight. Sweet dreams, Scully, I think as I drift off. Sweet dreams.

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[Thanks for the long-ago prompt, anon -- from the Fic Trope Mashup list, Massage Fic and In Vino Veritas]

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thedyingmoon · 5 years

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💜 This I Promise 💜

***

LXVI. Goodbye

***

"Captain Levi?"

"(F/N)."

She can't believe her eyes. It really was Levi, himself.

But, what was he doing here?

"W-what are you doing here?" (F/N) stuttered, not really prepared for this particular encounter.

"I have come to confirm Hange's news." he answered. "Turns out it is true."

Silence.

For a moment, none of them uttered a single word. The two of them just stood there trying their best to avoid each other's eyes. That was until (F/N) noticed Levi's clothes, which was the official uniform for the veteran Soldiers for the Scouting Legion.

Levi noticed the reaction on (F/N)'s face, so he provided the answer, himself.

"I just got back in the Legion." he said.

"Oh."

More silence. Just when she was about to utter the words she had been rehearsing for when they would finally meet, words like, why didn't you come sooner?, I have been waiting for you!, and what took you so long?, Levi went a bit closer to her as he took out something from his trench coat pocket. It was her old diary which she left at the Dawk Residence. And he was handing it to her.

"How did you get that?"

"Jonas gave it to me." Levi answered truthfully. It was handed to him by the teenager after (F/N) has left their household. The boy seriously believed that their relationship could be fixed, and that they would start all over again the moment they sit down and talk about matters that caused their misunderstanding.

(F/N) knew deep within her heart what Levi was planning, and despite her wanting so much to take the diary from him, she simply refused him by taking a few steps away from him as if he was bearing the plague.

Levi saw this and was completely hurt.

"Y-you don't want it back?" he asked her, the pain clearly heard from his voice.

"You can have it. Or you can throw it away, Captain Levi." she said, emphasizing on his official, give title.

"Why would I throw it away?" Levi said to her.

"I said if you just wanted to." (F/N) answered, the fire in her voice purely accidental. A thing which she greatly regretted.

However, Levi did not know this as he quietly and dejectedly put the diary back to his pocket. There were just two things in his mind, and he narrowed them down into his only options. The first one was what Jonas wanted, and the second one was what he didn't really want, but have to work on, anyway.

And, it seems that he had to go to the second choice, seeing that ring on her left finger. She was, indeed, getting married.

Yes, he has finally made a decision.

"I have also come to let you know about our incoming Expedition outside the Walls." he said.

"Oh. Alright, then." she simply answered, knowing that Levi, Humanity's Strongest Soldier, would surely survive the mission.

At this point, Levi was beyond hurt and heartbroken; (F/N) didn't really care about him anymore.

(F/N) couldn't possibly know what Levi was going through as of the moment, but when he finally smiled a genuine smile at her, she finally noticed her mistake,...

... and complete stupidity.

"I wish you well." he said, pain in his voice and a simple smile on his lips. "Live long and always be happy, (F/N). Goodbye."

(F/N) had no time to answer as the man quietly made his way outside without ever turning back.

The painful scene between the two of them that played in the living room still played in her head for two more weeks right until her wedding day. The thought about how Levi sounded hurt upon her rejection haunted her like a restless ghost, and it honestly gave her numerous sleepless nights. Observant Claire and shy Rogers both noticed this, but they weren't the only people who noticed.

Erwin Smith, who just came out of the Hospital, noticed how (F/N) rarely smiled. And whenever she did, it felt forced and filled with sadness. Of course, being a man of utter curiosity, he searched for the answer, himself.

And, of course, being a man who always gets the results he wants, he got his answer. And apparently, it was directly related to the Captain's visit and the Legion's announcement that they were going on an Expedition to secure a safe route towards Shiganshina District. But then, (F/N) couldn't be sad because of that, right? After all, one of his dreams would finally come true - he was finally going to marry her. And it was purely coincidental that it would take place on the same day as the Expedition.

***

The day has finally arrived, the day when their wedding would take place. It was also the day of the Expedition.

(F/N) woke up feeling wrong at different sections of her body. Her neck felt stiff, her eyes looked puffy, even her hair was a complete and unmanageable mess that it took her personal handmaiden almost five hours to make her look at least presentable. The wedding would take place at one of the oldest churches in Wall Rose where the elites of Wall Sina would not reach them. It was Erwin's decision, and (F/N) went gladly along with it.

With her white wedding gown and a small entourage of servants, along with the loyal Rogers and the Dowager, herself, they went towards the location of the wedding where Erwin was waiting. And when they finally arrived, (F/N) saw Hange in full uniform waiting just outside the church.

"Hello, (F/N)." she said and waved.

"Miss Hange, what are you doing here?" (F/N) asked as the other woman engulfed her in a warm hug and gave her a kiss on her cheek. "Oh, I just came to see my two closest friends finally tying the knot."

"Weren't you supposed to be on an Expedition?"

"Yes. We would leave in two hours."

"Oh."

It was a cool and nice day, perfect for both a wedding and an Expedition. And of a nice little stroll outside.

"(F/N), would you mind if I talk to you for a while?" Hange asked as she gestured at the gazebo on the garden right beside the old stone church.

(F/N) shrugged her head and followed the woman towads the gazebo.

Hange remained silent until they reached the place she indicated, and when she finally shared the reason of her presence right before their wedding despite of her hectic schedule as the new Commander, (F/N) fervently wished she just stayed in bed and not get up.

"(F/N), this might be our last Expedition." Hange began.

"Why?!" (F/N) asked, alarmed of the gravity on Hange's voice.

"Listen: I think we know who the Armored and the Colossal Titans are."

"What?! Are you serious?!"

"Yes. We are planning to ambush them while they were trapped outside the Walls with nothing but mindless Titans and a full load of traps. Of course, we laid out a plan to prevent them from transforming. But, that does not guarantee our Soldiers' safety. Some, no, most of us would surely die in this mission."

"No, no, no, Hange! You can't be serious!"

Hange just smiled and gave her another warm hug.

"Sadly, I' am. I wish I was joking, but I think this is goodbye."

At the mention of that dreaded word, tears began falling down (F/N)'s face. She tightened her hold on Hange, not wanting to let her go. But, the woman noticed this and pried her free witout much of an effort.

"I'll be stationed together with Levi and his new Squad at the front. We'll be the first ones to retaliate should our initial plan fail."

"Levi?"

"Yes." Hange took (F/N)'s lace - gloved hands into her own and held them so tightly,...

... like she would never see each other ever again.

"I wish you well, (F/N)." Hange said. No, not those words, again!

"Hange, wait!"

"Goodbye, (F/N)." the bespectacled woman uttered, leaving her there alone in the gazebo.

The moment was still in her mind as she somehow made her way towards the massive entrance of the church together with Jonas, who was looking very handsome in a dark suit and tie. The boy, despite his strong opposition, was asked to walk (F/N) down the aisle in the absence of her own father. She didn't even hear the organ as it started playing in the background. She was only brought back to reality when Jonas took her left arm and latched it unto his right.

"Come on, Lord Smith is waiting for you." Jonas whispered to her, effectively calling her attention.

(F/N) was startled upon realizing that she was finally walking down the aisle of an old church for real and not in a dream. Right there on the altar was Erwin, looking so devastatingly handsome in a white suit and tie, but with a solemn look on his face. It was then that (F/N)'s visions of Levi wearing a black suit came back in her mind, of him waiting for her at the altar,...

... of him and her welcoming a beautiful child in their arms,...

Then, the sweet vision was suddenly transformed into a violent one as blood flashed through her mind, of half - eaten Soldiers who fought and lost, of Eren's Titan form losing the battle against the Armored Titan,...

... and of Levi's lifeless form amidst mountains of corpses.

(F/N) gasped in fear at what she just saw and almost never noticed it when Jonas finally handed her to Erwin.

"(F/N)?" Erwin said. "Are you alright?"

The girl's mouth slightly dropped open as she looked up at Erwin. She might be willing to go to the altar with him, but he knew full well that her heart wasn't.

"I'm, ahh - "

Erwin sighed. He knew his suspicions to be a fact: (F/N) really was still in love with Levi.

"(F/N), look at me." Erwin whispered to her. The small crowd of their closest friends and witnesses were already getting confused as to what was happening between the two of them.

(F/N) looked up at him, but she couldn't stop her tears from falling. The sight stabbed Erwin right in his heart.

"H-he,..." she hesitated for a while, then finally managed to be truthful to him. "He said goodbye, Erwin. I'll - I'll never see him again,..."

The crowd noticed it as (F/N) began crying. However, despite the confusion of the others, Claire knew that her precious grandchild was finally accepting the truth - that she could never, ever, abandon the person she truly loved the most.

Erwin knew this, as well, as he took (F/N)'s hands and led her outside the church, which made the guests, and even Delilah, herself, stand and witness the growing drama right before their eyes.

"Erwin, where are you taking me?"

Erwin smiled at her. "Outside."

"What?"

(F/N) was still asking this until they really arrived outside the church.

"Why are you doing this?" (F/N) asked him as the man took out a small box from one of his pockets and handed it to her. She looked at it, then stared right back at him. "What is this?"

"It was meant as a birthday gift." Erwin confessed. "I contemplated whether I should give it to you or not, and I took long enough. I was, instead, going to give you this after our wedding, but you should have it, anyway."

"Wait, you're - ?"

(F/N) didn't say more, but the look and smile on Erwin's face told her everything she wanted to know. He was letting her go, again.

"Erwin, you didn't have to - "

"(F/N), listen to me." Erwin said. "I understand perfectly. Now, don't mind me and go after him. He'll leave within an hour, you must hurry."

"But, Erwin,..."

"Go now, (F/N)." Erwin said then noticed Jonas waiting for the two of them. He turned towards the teenager and said, "Jonas, could you get her there in an hour?"

The boy grinned and flexed his muscles. "Are you kidding me? We'll get there in thirty!"

Erwin turned once more to (F/N) and gave her one last warm hug. "I want you to be happy, (F/N)."

"Erwin,..."

"I love you." he whispered to her, then practically threw her towards Jonas. "Go now, before it is too late!"

"Wait!" (F/N) uttered as she tried to remove the engagement ring from her finger, but was stopped by Erwin when he took her hand and covered it gently with his own.

"Please, keep it." he said. "As a remembrance."

"But - "

"I insist."

"Let's go, you idiot!" Jonas exclaimed as he took (F/N)'s arm and led her to his horse, leaving Erwin alone.

The lonely man watched as the two of them rode towards the town to go after Levi. Little did he know that someone was spying on him.

"You really are stupid, you know that?"

"I know, Delilah." he answered his sister, who made her way towards him, together with Hange, who was supposed to be on the top of the Legion's formation right now. IF there really was an Expedition.

He noticed the look of amusement on Hange's eyes, then smiled dejectedly at her.

"Did you expect me to believe that there really is an Expedition?" he asked Hange.

"Well, two can play at the mind games." the woman replied, then winked at him. "But, you know, we really do have solid leads regarding the real identity of the Armored and Colossal Titan. We just want someone to stitch out some proper plans for the ambush."

"And you expect me to say yes?"

"What else?" Hange said, then grabbed the tall man's shoulders. "You can always go back, you know. We still need you, Commander."

"She's right, you know." Delilah urged on further with a wicled grin on her lips. "You might not to be cut out for this whole lovelife thing, but you might BE for this particular ambush, whatever that is."

Erwin smiled, then laughed at the two women and at himself for being so smart, yet so gullible.

"I could never understand you, women."

"It would take you a whole lifetime before you do, brother."

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~ @levi4mikasa , @yepps , @chocolate-mmilk , @nerdyphantomlady , @shewolfofficial , @unhappysap , @super-peace-fangirl , @fangurl-ontgeside , and @emilyackerman78 . 💜

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#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman #captain levi #this i promise #levi x reader #levi x you #chapter 66 #goodbye

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kafashionsofficial · 4 years

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Women's European Fashion

After living in Paris for nearly two years, I’m still amazed at how well European women dress. It is rare to see anyone who isn’t well-dressed — even if they’re just buying some milk from the grocery store. We lived down the block from an elementary school and every day we’d see moms with high heels and skirts pushing their strollers down the street.

That’s why I thought I would share some of my women’s European fashion observations from living in Paris and from my travels throughout Europe. Hopefully, these fashion tips will help you choose which clothes to bring on your next trip and give you an idea of how to dress like a European.

Note: Most of my observations are from Paris since this is where I’ve lived the most, but Parisians are considered some of the best-dressed people in Europe, so they are a good group to take fashion advice from.

The Golden Rules for Women’s European Fashion

Honestly, there are no “rules” and there really isn’t a true “European” fashion. You’ve probably heard that Parisians only wear black, but if you walk around the streets of Paris you’ll see fashionable people wearing all kinds of colors.

That’s why this guide will highlight the general fashion trends that I’ve observed but I urge you to add your own personal style into your clothing choices. My main goal is to give you a taste of European fashion and to provide you with some ideas of what you might want to wear when you visit.

It’s All About The Fit

People assume Europeans look great because they have closets full of designer clothes but this isn’t completely true. They may have a few higher-end items, but they shop at H&M, Zara, Mango, Gap, Topshop, and other multinational shops just like the rest of us. The secret is that they purchase clothes that fit well — and if the fit isn’t quite right, then they’ll get their clothes tailored. I feel that it’s much more common to have small alterations done in Europe and those little changes make the clothes fit better.

Keep it Simple

European women keep their wardrobes simple and classic. They choose timeless pieces that don’t scream for attention. Then they’ll add a bright accessory (scarf, shoes, jewelry, etc) to bring the outfit together. I also saw a lot of contrasting pieces used together — like pairing a slightly oversized, chunky sweater with a tight skirt or skinny jeans.

Skinny Jeans

Jeans are a staple of any European wardrobe. Most women I saw wore skinny or slim jeans. In general, they mostly wore dark jeans without a wash or with a minimal wash (i.e., only a small amount of distressing). Grey jeans are also a popular choice. But Europeans don’t just wear black and grey, so don’t be afraid to wear a pair of bright red jeans/trousers.

Effortless Hair

European women have an amazing ability to have great looking hair that looks effortlessly natural. I have no idea how they do it, but it seems like they don’t fuss with it too much — it wouldn’t surprise me if they roll out of bed and just tousled it with their hands. Long hair is definitely in-style, so start growing! When you’re visiting Europe, just throw your hair into a sleek high ponytail or a messy bun and be on your way. Check out this post by Hair on the Brain for some tips on how to create the perfect messy bun.

Photos from intotheglass.com and haironthebrain.com

It’s All About The Shoes

Europeans live in shoebox-sized apartments but they still manage to have an amazing collection of great shoes.

European women, especially city-dwellers, live in high heels. But beware… these fashionistas have years of practice navigating cobblestone streets and tricky city sidewalks, so you might find yourself really struggling if you choose to wear a pair of sexy stilettos. Wedges are also a very popular and a bit more practical option since they offer extra walking surface.

No shoe collection is complete without a few pairs of boots. During the winter, you’ll see tall leather boots everywhere, but cute ankle boots are a popular choice during the rest of the year. Check out our guide to Best Waterproof Boots for Women to some cute and comfortable boots.

When the weather gets warm, it’s time to break out the lightweight shoes. Strappy leather sandals, flats, loafers, and casual sneakers are all great choices.

That said… if you’re going to be traveling to Europe, I suggest leaving the uncomfortable shoes at home. But that doesn’t mean you need to bring ugly running shoes. I suggest a pair of cute sneakers, flat boots, and a pair of comfortable sandals. If you do bring a pair of impractical shoes for going out, make sure they’re not going to kill your feet (blisters are no fun). Also, remember that a quality set of Superfeet insoles can make shoes more comfortable.

Check out our guide to travel shoes for some examples of fashionable and comfortable sneakers, boots, sandals, and more.

Photo courtesy of Chictopia

Show Off Some Leg

European women love to show off their legs. Tights, stockings, and pantyhose are year-round wardrobe staples. Even in the winter, you’ll see plenty of women wearing above-the-knee skirts and stockings.

Trench Coats

A classic trench coat is a chic way to look amazing during those cold and rainy European winters.

It’s In The Bag

Whether it’s a tote, messenger bag, or purse, you can’t leave the house without a cute bag. A bag is a great accessory for adding a little extra color or style to an outfit.

Tip: Thwart pickpockets by making sure your bag has a zipper. Learn more about Pickpockets in Europe.

Photos from Kayture and Vanessa Jackman

Get In-touch With Your Feminine Side

European women are not afraid of embracing their femininity. They wear silk, lace, and other fine fabrics. So break out those feminine, flowy dresses on a sunny summer day.

Neutral Like Switzerland

While it isn’t a hard-and-fast rule, many Europeans tend to dress in dark and neutral colors. Of course, you’ll see plenty of colors so don’t feel like you need to dress like you’re at a funeral — but when in doubt, choose neutral colors.

And dressing in neutrals also makes packing for travel easier since everything you bring coordinates.

Easy On The Makeup

I find that European women prefer a natural look when it comes to applying cosmetics. They’ll just use the basics and don’t overdo it. But the one thing they seem to love is lipstick — especially the Parisians. Bright red lipstick is a favorite and you’ll see women wearing it all around the city.

Check out my Guide To Skincare, Makeup and Beauty Essentials For Travel for more insight into my travel skincare routine.

Cool Shades

I was always amazed at the eyewear that Parisians were sporting — And they almost always wore designer frames. Thick 70s style frames are a classic choice. I love my Warby Parker sunglasses if you’re looking for something stylish and affordable.

Never Sweats or Running Shoes

In Paris, I never saw Parisians wearing sweats and running shoes in public — unless they were actually exercising. It was only the tourists who wore them around. Just don’t do it.

That said, there is nothing wrong with fashionable sneakers! In fact, you’ll see plenty of European women sporting Nike, New Balance, Adidas, etc.

Check out our guide to travel shoes for some examples of fashionable and comfortable sneakers.

Where To Find Fashion Inspiration

I’ve found that the best way to see European style is by browsing popular European fashion retailers. Below are a few high-end and budget retailers that I’ve used for fashion inspiration.

Practical Packing & Travel Fashion Tips

As you’ve probably figured out, looking fashionable while traveling is never easy because you don’t have a lot of room in your luggage to pack much clothing. So, unless you have a team of people to carry around your luggage, you’re going to be picky about what you bring. That’s why in this section you’ll find some practical packing tips for staying fashionable while traveling in Europe and I’ll include some recommended travel clothing.

For more in-depth packing tips check out our Travel Europe Packing List for a ton more information.

Try Packing Light

Being fashionable and packing light doesn’t always mix but it’s important to be smart about what you pack because lugging a huge suitcase around Europe is a terrible experience. Of course, if you take taxis everywhere then things become easier.

I’m not saying you absolutely need to limit yourself to a carry-on size piece of luggage but you’ll be happier without a monster-sized suitcase.

General Clothing Tips

Recommended Travel Clothing and Brands for Women

Travel Clothing from Betabrand, Athleta, Prana, and Anatomie

There are a number of brands that make clothing specifically for travel. They use special fabrics that are durable, resist wrinkles, help prevent odors, and are also fashionable.

Travel Tops, Dresses, and Bottoms Brands

It’s hard to find fashionable travel clothing but these brands offer some cute options (although some of the stuff still looks a little “outdoorsy” so you might need to search a bit). Will you look like you’re shopping at Dior? No. But you won’t look like you’re hiking a mountain or just coming back from yoga class.

Travel Socks and Underwear

Travel Shoes

Ahh, shoes… they’re one the hardest things to pack. I try to limit myself to two pairs but sometimes I take three. It’s impossible to narrow it down to the “best” shoes but I’ll list a few brands/options that I really like. Also, check out our guide travel shoes for more recommendations.

BENSIMON sneakers are super cute and casual sneakers that are popular in Europe. I’ve seen lots of trendy Parisians wearing them during the summer. These shoes are a bit hard to find in the US but Superga and Keds both make shoes in a very similar style —so they’re a great alternative that’s also easy to find.

Nike and New Balance are popular all over the world and both companies make plenty of fashionable sneakers.

Ecco also makes some surprisingly cute and super comfortable sneakers — especially their Soft VII shoes.

You’ve probably already heard of Allbirds shoes. They’re made of wool — which sounds kind of weird but it actually works well. They are comfortable and you can wear them without socks (one of the benefits of wool is odor prevention). And they are crazy lightweight so they’re easy to pack away. They come in multiple colors and cost $95. Available via Allbirds.

They also have their new Tree Skippers that are made from sustainably harvested eucalyptus pulp so they’re a bit cooler/breezier than their wool counterparts.

Even athletic shoes can be fashionable — check out the Nike Flex, Nike Free, New Balance Arishi and the Adidas Running and Adidas Originals series. All of these are sporty and fashionable.

A nice pair of comfortable flats is a nice option since they take up very little room and they look a little nicer than sneakers. The Born Julianne is a pair I own because they look nice, provide decent arch support, and come in multiple colors.

Packing Accessories & Luggage

And once you have all your stuff, it’s time to get it all packed.

First, I love packing cubes because it’s the best way to keep everything organized and they also help keep your clothes wrinkle-free. Check out our guide to Packing Cubes for more details about using packing cubes but my favorite is the Eagle Creek Pack-It Cubes.

Next, you’ll need luggage — either a suitcase or a travel backpack. As I mentioned before, you want to make sure you don’t pick something so large that you can’t actually carry it around. Below are a few options that should work well for any trip around Europe.

Check our picks for the best travel backpacks.

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Distraction - Damien x MC (Mature)

Summary: Athena pays a visit to the detective’s office.

A/N: Yes yes I know this particular is has been written over and over again by almost all Damien writers but idc, here’s my interpretation of it. Also havent written smut since last year so I’m out of practice ahh

Word Count: 3775

Warnings: Erotica, mature content, 30 diamond scene, 18+ - how are we tagging this again?

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Damien Nazario sighed, running a hand over his face as he stared at the contents of the file in front of him. Stress had sunken into ever pore of his skin, his back was aching from being crouched over his desk for so long, eyes sore from staring at the screen and in the back of his head, a migraine was threatening to break out. It was late, much later than he should have been staying at the office but he couldn’t help it… he was close… so close to cracking this case that if he left it now, he might never solve it at all. Now if he went over these facts one more time, surely there was something he was missing here…

Victim was found in the side alleyway of a street… something about a knife… wait… what knife..?

‘Hey D! How’s it going?’

A cheerful voice cut through his concentration and his thought process came screeching to a halt. Damien gave out an exasperated sigh, annoyed that he’d been disturbed, looking up to see his girlfriend Athena Park entering his office, her thick trench coat almost getting caught in the door as she closed it behind her.

‘Wow Damien, and you tell me off for making a mess.’

He followed her eyes to see the tangle of papers, Post-Its, case notes and red string he’d been using to construct his evidence board strewn across the room and on every available surface.

‘Uhh.. yeah.’

Athena’s dark eyes landed on him, sitting amidst the chaos, fingers ink stained from where he was scribbling his suspicions down on a rag of paper. ‘Let me guess… lost track of time?’

He shrugged tiredly. ‘I’m so close ‘Thena. I can feel it. Why can’t I crack this?’

She sauntered over to him, heels clicking on the tiled floor as she picked her way towards his desk. ‘You’ll get it D. I know you will. You just need a break.’ She planted a kiss on the top of his head, feeling the cogs of his mind still turning over every angle of this case. She ran her hands through his hair, massaging his scalp gently. ‘You need to relax. You’re so tense baby. At this rate you’ll have a full head of white hair before you’re 40.’

‘I know but I’ve almost got it.. There’s something here that I’m just not seeing,’ Damien replied absentmindedly as her hands slipped down his neck to knead his strong shoulders. He let out a gasp of relief as her hands made their way over a particularly stubborn knot.

‘You’ll never get any work done if you’re so stressed,’ Athena murmured in his ear having bent down so she was within earshot. ‘Luckily for you I have the perfect distraction.’

Damien barely had time to react before she’d manoeuvred herself between him and the desk. His mouth fell open to ask what she was doing when he caught the mischievous glint in her eye. A low hum of satisfaction escaped her as her hands ghosted up her body, smoothening over her trench coat as she slowly unbuttoned it. His breath caught in his throat, swallowing thickly at the black lacy bra that hugged her breasts perfectly.

‘Did you…’ He wet his lips, unable to speak at the sight of her, a pulse of heat coursing down his body to his cock.

She chuckled, parting the trench coat to reveal nothing else but a matching lace thong and a garter belt underneath, complimenting her rich skin perfectly. ‘Come all the way here only wearing this?’

Another surge of heat rippled through his body at the visualisation of his girlfriend’s boldness. She would have had to catch two trains to come see him, he calculated, only imagining the dozens of people she would have had to pass to get here, all unaware of her little secret under that trench coat. Damien swallowed again, finding it harder and harder to maintain his focus, so dragged up on the sight of her that he could barely focus on what he’d been doing earlier. Her dark eyes glinted, daring him to give in, to give up and take her right here and now. But the rational side of his mind still prevailed.

What had he been doing earlier…? Something about a case, the notes..

‘I should… I should get back to work,’ he choked out, cock begging for release inside his pants while the rational side still held out against the desire that was threatening to consume him.

Athena’s smug expression wavered, a tiny motion undetectable to the untrained eye but Damien was trained in a hard school and the effect was not lost on him. She held his gaze for one burning moment, allowing the fire to build and build inside him until he was just about to give in when she snapped her coat shut.

‘You’re right. Its important work. The last thing you need is a distraction,’ she mused, pushing herself off the table and walking around it.

Now that he’d seen what was underneath, Damien couldn’t for the life of him get the visual of her ass in that lace thong out of his mind and ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to calm himself down. Glancing up his eyes widened.

‘W-what are you doing?’

‘Hmm?’ Athena looked at him innocently from where she was sitting in the chair on the other side of his desk. Her trench coat lay on the floor with the rest of the mess, leaving her clad in only her lingerie, perfectly aware of the way his eyes seemed to be anchored to her chest. ‘I’m helping. I’m not about to put a good outfit to waste.’

‘Uh-huh,’ Damien choked out, barely able to concentrate with his girlfriend teasing him so mercilessly.

All thoughts of the case had been banished from his mind now that she was sitting almost naked in his office, looking every bit the cliche sexy secretary she was attempting to project and goddamn if it wasn’t working perfectly on him, alighting a particular fantasy he’d never realised he’d had. It wouldn’t have taken much, she was practically begging for it right now, for him to shove the desk out of the way and devour her until she was screaming his na-

‘Where do these go?’ Athena’s voice pierced through his fantasy, holding up a stack of files. His cheeks reddened at her catching him lusting so openly over her.

‘That cabinet,’ he replied, barely trusting himself to speak two words. Damien barely bit back a moan, breath catching in his throat when he got a view of her ass in that thong, as she got up from the chair, his cock screaming for release, as he wondered why in his right mind he was resisting. He dropped his head into his hands, willing himself to focus.

‘Oops!’

His head picked up at the sound of Athena’s voice as she bent to pick up the piece of paper she had not-so-subtly dropped and when his eyes landed on her, they grew wide at the sight of a jewelled plug resting between her ass cheeks.

Suddenly he was on his feet, spinning her around with his strong arms and she now faced him, lips inches away, breasts heaving. One of his hands held her chin, while the other returned to her ass manipulating the plug embedded there.

‘Was this your intention all along Miss Park? For me to take you like some cliché porn secretary, bend you over my desk making you cum on my cock?"

Athena moaned at his question, feeling the plug pushing into her ass. She slid her hand between them, down to his groin and began to rub Damien's cock through the front of his pants. ‘I’m glad you finally noticed…. sir.'

A low growl sounded from the back of his throat, making her grin wide as she knew she’d found his trigger. ‘Fucking tease.’

Athena was about to shoot back with a snarky reply when Damien pulled roughly at the tiny strip of fabric connecting the two cups of her bra, ripping it off her body.

‘Da-‘ She protested but he didn’t let her finished, interrupting her with a searing kiss that set a fire under her skin.

Moaning, she threaded one hand into his hair pulling him closes while the other fumbled with the buckle of his belt. Damien broke the kiss long enough to stare into her eyes with an intensity that had her creaming instantly before he reattached his mouth to her neck, biting and sucking hard enough that evener dark skin wouldn’t mask the marks left behind. He licked a fiery trail from her collarbone down to her nipple, taking it into his mouth.

Athena bit her lip as he worked the small bud, swirling his tongue around it while he tweaked the other. She arched into his touch, his pants were now fully open and she rubbed his hard cock through his boxer briefs.

‘Damien I need… I want…'

He removed his hands and mouth from her, leaving her gasping at the lack of contact, the breeze from the air conditioner cooling the line he’d licked into her skin, making it dimple with goosebumps.

‘You think you can come into my office, disturb my work and get away with it?’ He tipped her chin with the tip of his finger so her lust filled eyes met his. ‘No baby, you’re only cumming when I say you can. Understand?’

She could barely nod, rubbing her thighs together, driven almost wild with desire in her desperation for him, for her release. Damien’s eyes looked almost black as they stared into hers.

‘Answer the question Athena. Do you understand?’

‘Yes sir.’

‘Good.’

Without warning, Damien hooked his hands under her ass, hoisting her into his arms and she crashed her lips onto his as he began to walk them back to his desk. He cleared it with one smooth swipe and set her down on it. Damien paused to strip off his jacket and tie, grinned devilishly at the sight of her before moving back in front of her, reaching around and grabbing her ass with both hands just where it met her legs. He easily lifted her setting her on the edge of the table, lowering his mouth to hers. As he kissed her she wrapped her, now dangling legs around his waist and pulled him close. She could feel his cock rub her mound through his boxers, unable to suppress a moan.

Slowly, deliberately, at a pace that tested her patience, he began to move lower, kissing lightly biting her neck around from ear lobe to ear lobe. Now she began to rock her hips into him, holding him tight with her legs around his lower back. Athena began to moan loudly as her clit rubbed on the stiff fly of his open jeans. Damien pushed lower, through the grip of her legs entwined around him, as she looked again to the reflection in the office window, she could see her legs had pulled his shirt up slightly, as he began to lick and suck on her breasts, again lightly biting her nipples, his rough hands massaging them both as well.

As he continued down to kiss and caress her stomach, she could now see the well-defined muscles of back as her feet continued to hold his white work shirt as he moved down the front of her body. Athena moved her legs from around him, placing her heels on the table next to her ass for support as she worked at the buttons.

Damien lifted his arms and allowed her to roll his shirt off as he continued to kiss her midsection. Her hips pushed up into his chest now, urging him further down as she began to feel her wetness flowing down along the crevice of her ass to where the plug was nestled. She leaned back further placing one hand on his well-toned shoulder, subconsciously urging him down.

Damien paused just before his mouth reached the hem of her thong, running his fingers across her wet slit and nearly throbbing clit. Athena moaned, encouraging him forward, trying to apply some pressure on his shoulder to push him onward toward her pussy. She looked down at him as he looked up, smiling as he held her stare, hooking him thumbs on the sides of her underwear and yanking the fabric off her with one easy motion. He blew lightly on her glistening mound and Athena moaned in anticipation, silently begging him to burying his face in her folds, but instead he moved to the side next to her opening, licking slowly up along the crease between her thigh and hip

"Uhhhh...pllleeeaaase..." Athena moaned, hanging her head backward, she lifted her hips in a vain attempt to find his tongue, as she felt further moisture make its way along her ass towards the table below.

Damien laughed softly at her desperation deviously twisting the plug in her ass. Again he moved toward her needy core and then teasingly to the side, licking along the opposite thigh. Athena's hips rocked upward, again searching in vain. ‘Do you like me teasing you Athena?’

‘Fuck.. ahh. Damien please..’

‘Please what?’

‘Please sir.’

He moved closer to her soaking lips he could see her moisture flowing from her pussy and running down between her ass now. Now finally, Damien centered his tongue at the lowest point of her glistening pussy. Athena felt his warm breath as finally his tongue met her lips. Ever so softly he ran the tip of his tongue up the full length of her tight slit, ending with a flick across the nub of her throbbing clit, eliciting a strangled gasp from her. She felt the tip of his finger apply just slight pressure to her sex just as Damien mouth went to her slit his tongue probing deep between her lips and licking from bottom to top. She moaned finally feeling the full effect of his mouth on her pussy, and the sensation from the plug in her ass. She reached down with one hand and grabbed at his dark hair to try and hold him there and provide some support for the feelings that rose in her radiating up from between her legs. He licked her expertly, knowing exactly what to do to urge her body towards her climax while all she could do was grab at her own breast massaging as she continued to moan, arching her back off the table.

Just as she was about to near the edge, Damien suddenly pulled away… again.

She started to protest but the dark look in his eyes warned her against it as he stood over her.

‘Are you ready for me Athena?’ He asked, voice low as he dragged his eyes over her. He needed to hear her say it, for her to tell him just how much she wanted him. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, staring at him in the light of the desk lamp, the only thing that was still on the table besides her, casting a glow across his muscled form. Her core throbbed with need as she glanced down to his crotch where his cock was ready for her, straining against his boxers, the only barrier between them now.

She gave him a devilish grin. ‘Yes sir.’

His hands were on her hips instantaneously, spinning her around so that she was facing away from him. her chest was pressed against the cool wood of the desk.

‘Are you ready Athena?’ He asked again, toying with her now, teasing her entrance with the tip of his cock.

'Yes, sir,' she responded, pushing her ass back on his hardened cock, hoping he would just put it in her already. He refused to give in, taking his time teasing her until she was at her wits end actions eased slightly as he pushed gently between her shoulder blades, bending her over the desk. She gasped slightly as her hard nipples meet and rubbed on the wooden top. He was quiet for so long that Athena looked back over his shoulder watching as he pushed his boxer briefs to the floor. She moaned and licked her lips as she saw his thick cock spring free. Damien took at half step back. He could see her pussy, lips glistening with moisture that also coated her thighs where the plug was still nestled in her firm ass. His cock hardened further as she slowly ground her hips into the desk, silently begging for him. He held himself at her entrance for a moment longer before his desire overcame him and he finally pushed himself into her.

Both of them moaned deeply as he pushed into her tight hole. 'Mmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhh…yeeessss,' she exclaimed.

Damien felt the head of his cock force its way easily into the tight opening, lubricated by Athena's juices he continued to slowly push into her, half inch by half inch. Pushed to the very edge, Athena could already feel her orgasm build as soon as he entered her. This slow press into her depths kept the feeling building but only delayed any relief. It was one of the best feelings she decided, amidst the intense pleasure surging through her. No one ounce fill her as totally and completely as Damien, certainly no one she’d ever been with in the past could measure up either length or width. At this angle, he pressed hard onto the g-spot on the front wall of her pussy and still it pressed forward, exploring her depths.

Finally, Damien's thighs hit the back of her legs and ass, his balls coming to rest against her clit. She moaned, tightening her walls further to force some movement as he waited, his cock buried inside and filling her. Damien enjoyed the feeling as she squeezed his cock tightly then he slowly flexed his ass, his thighs pressing against the softness of her, pushing just slightly further with each small slow thrust keeping his cock fully embedded between. They’d barely started and already she could feel the wave of pleasure begin to come to a crest, the relief she desired was almost here.

'Oooooohhhhh god!' Athena exclaimed, feeling his cock pressing on her g-spot, his balls rubbing her clit, fuller than she had ever been with the plug inside her too. 'I'm so close to cumming.'

The head of his cock just teasing her opening was keeping her so close but not letting her climax finally crest. She trying to push back against him and force his cock deeper inside but he was able to control her movement with his thighs. Hands on her hips, Damien continued to tease her.

‘Make me cum on your cock,’ Athena burst out, unable to take it any longer. ‘Please...'

Damien’s voice echoed from behind her. ‘Please what?'

‘Please sir!’

She’d barely finished yelling, when Damien stood up, slamming his cock deep inside of her gripping hard to her hips. His balls slapping against her clit, he began to truly fuck her sliding halfway out before driving his cock deep inside her again sawing across her g-spot as his fingers worked the plug in her ass. Almost instantly Athena's orgasm crashed over her. Her back arched as her stomach clenched her ass and legs shaking as she felt clenched around his cock.

‘Ooohhhhhh…fuck...Damien!!'

The dam inside her finally exploded bathing her in a wave of pleasure so intense she could barely breathe. Damien was in awe at the sigh of her, sweat forming on her back and ass, a slight quiver in her legs but he continued to thrust, determined to work her through a second orgasm. As he saw his girlfriend's breathing start to get heavy again, he knew she was ready for more and sped up his thrusts, trying to push down and focus the pressure on the front wall of her pussy and g-spot. He reached to the plug in her ass and pulled slightly adding some pressure to the silver jewel that held it in place. Athena was moving with him now, both their bodies slamming together in loud wet sounds that echoed through his office.

The desk began to shift slightly under the force of their fucking, moving in jerking motions towards the wall opposite them. Both of them were now slick with sweat and Damien noted the tiny droplets glistened on her back and ass before his gaze dropped further to watch her take all eight and a half inches of his cock like a pro and their mixed juiced that coated his shaft forming a frothy ring at its base. Athena’s breathing began to sound laboured and he could tell the second wave was nearing its crest and began to slowly pull the plug out of her ass as he slammed his cock deep inside her pussy and if his timing was right...

‘Oh Damie- Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!! !' Athena screamed, as he pulled the plug from her ass stretching her wide just the second wave of orgasm crashed. 'Oh, oh, oh, oh god, oh god, oh god.’ She moaned as wave after wave of orgasm flowed over her almost continually now.

She grasped desperately at the desk, one hand above her head the other down next to her hip. Her head alternated from burying her face in her shoulder and looking forward gasping for air. grinding herself into the table as she legs began to shake uncontrollably. She clenched almost painfully around him and that did it for Damien. He drove drove his cock deep inside her pulsing sex a few more times before letting out a loud groan of her name.

‘Athenaaaa FUCK!’

He slammed into her, holding her ass tight against his hips as he coated the inside of her pussy in four thick spurts of cum thrust. Athena was now almost slumped on the desk as the pleasure that had sustained her through now faded leaving a warm glow of final release in her core. Damien fell forward to his elbows, his hands caressing the outer reaches of her breasts as the last pulses of orgasm issued from his cock, unable to think straight as all his focus was on breathing right now.

Athena turned her head to grin tiredly at him. ‘Guess I should distract you more often then huh?’

Damien placed a soft kiss on her lips. ‘If it ends like this, you can distract me anytime.’

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Chapter 8

The Tiger and the Dragon by George deValier

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A piercing shriek shattered the early morning silence. Yao looked up from his fifth coffee of the morning and, desperate for some sort of distraction, headed downstairs to see what the commotion was about. He had barely slept a minute the night before, his head spinning with half followed ideas and unfinished thoughts. In short, he was completely and utterly confused… as well as feeling a little wired on caffeine.

Yao stared in amazement as he walked into the entrance and found it full of sunflowers. Pots of them covered the floor and bunches made up the extra space. The room had been transformed into a shocking explosion of vivid yellow. Yao blinked a few times before he noticed Alfred standing stock still outside his front door leading into the foyer, dressed in his work uniform and looking completely shocked.

"Don't touch them Yao, they may be poisoned!"

"They're not poisoned," said Yao, rolling his eyes.

The flowers were everywhere… it was simply impossible to find a spot uncovered. However in the very centre of the room sat an orange stuffed tiger, almost camouflaged by the yellow jungle, with a large white envelope tied around it's neck. Yao's heart jumped when he saw it.

"What the hell is all this noise, it's six in the... bloody hell," Arthur stepped out of his front door, his hair messy and his eyes red.

"Stand back Arthur, it's a trap!" cried Alfred.

"Oh honestly." Yao hastily made his way through the forest of sunflowers, picked up the stuffed tiger, and ripped the envelope off it's neck. "Another note," he murmured.

"Another note?" said Alfred. He paused a moment and his eyes went wide. "This is something to do with that Russian, isn't it?"

"It's a bit much, honestly," said Arthur.

Yao had only just taken the note from the envelope when he felt it snatched from his hand.

"Dear Dragon," Alfred starting reading aloud. Yao lunged for the note but Alfred swiftly manoeuvred out of his way and continued reading. "I apologise for last night." Alfred threw Yao a fierce look. "What the hell did he do to you last night?"

"Nothing. Give it back!" Yao made another lunge for the note but Alfred held him easily at arms length.

"Please allow me to make it up to you today." Yao stopped struggling, shocked still. "Love, Ivan," Alfred finished. He turned the note over and back again, then looked up at Yao. "That's it."

Yao's cheeks filled with warmth and he felt a strange happiness well up within him. "Oh," he said quietly. Sure, last night had ended terribly, and Yao had spent all night worrying about it, but Ivan was making it up to him. Ivan wanted to see him. What was there to worry about now?

"What does he mean by writing that then not explaining further?" asked Arthur through a yawn as he leaned in the doorway.

"Not sure," said Yao, picking up a sunflower and holding it to his nose, inhaling the delicate fragrance. It reminded him of Ivan.

"Aren't you a little concerned?" asked Alfred, waving the note in Yao's face.

"Should I be?" said Yao. His mind wasn't really on the current conversation. He was just wondering what Ivan had planned for today.

"This guy leaves a field of sunflowers in our entrance way - which is totally weird by the way – and says he'll make something up to you today without explaining himself, and instead of freaking out like you normally would you suddenly seem high or something."

"I guess I'll just go to work and see what happens," said Yao, speaking half to himself. Alfred and Arthur stared at him. Yao hugged the stuffed tiger to his chest.

"What the hell has that Russian done to you?" asked Arthur.

Yao just smiled and walked leisurely back toward the stairs, passing the flower to Alfred on his way. Yao was going to see Ivan again. Today. What else mattered.

That afternoon at work, it took Yao a while to recognize what the strange, new sensation he was feeling was. It hit him as he was stirring a sauce on the stove. He wasn't stressed. He wasn't concerned. Sure, there was a sort of nervous excitement… and the slightly odd feeling that maybe he should be a little more worried than he actually was… but he was far more content than he could remember feeling in a long time. His anxiety and confusion from the night before had completely melted away, and as he recounted the events of the evening to Francis, all that seemed to stand out in his memory was the sense of total happiness he had felt around Ivan.

"I cannot believe that after all that you did not eat anything at all!" said Francis as he leant over Yao and took a whisk from the wall.

"We didn't have time," said Yao, leaning back.

"Ahh, I knew it!" Francis waved the whisk in front of Yao's face.

"No," said Yao, batting him away irritably. "We just… talked a lot. And we were interrupted."

"Interrupted during what?" asked Francis with raised eyebrows.

"During… uh…"

Thankfully at that moment, Feliciano ran into the kitchen, breathless. "Oh my God!" he cried, practically jumping up and down. "There's this, like, huge guy out there looking all scary and he's wearing a trench coat and a scarf and he has these three servant guys in suits and they're carrying briefcases and scaring off all the customers and it's like a Guy Ritchie movie or something."

Yao's neck flushed with heat. He immediately pushed Feliciano out of the way and rushed into the dining area, Feliciano and Francis following behind him. Sure enough, Ivan was standing by the front door with Toris, Eduard and Raivis hovering behind him. Raivis waved and smiled awkwardly. Eduard talked into a mobile phone and Toris just looked a little embarrassed. The customers watched them nervously and the rest of the staff were nowhere to be seen. Ivan called out to Yao across the room. "Hello, Dragon! You forgot your shirt last night."

Yao froze as everyone in the room turned and stared at him. He felt himself turn bright red.

"Well done, Yao!" said Francis appreciatively as he hovered in the kitchen doorway.

Feliciano leaned over whispered in Yao's ear, "Do you know him?

"Yeah, sort of."

"He's kind of terrifying."

Yao paused. "Yeah, sort of."

"Yao… is he your boyfriend?"

"Yeah." Yao smiled. "Sort of."

Every eye in the room followed Ivan as he walked to the back of the restaurant to stand before Yao and Feliciano. He smiled down at them.

"Hi," said Yao, his stomach fluttering. Ivan was as breathtaking as usual.

Ivan smiled. "Hi."

"Um. This is Feliciano." Feliciano squeaked and tried to hide behind Yao's shoulder. Ivan looked at him strangely.

"Feliciano… Vargas, is it?"

Yao and Feliciano both looked at each other, then back up at Ivan.

"Um, yes… sorry, do I know you?" asked Feliciano in a very small voice.

"You are the very image of your grandfather."

"You… you… you know Grandpa Rome?" Feliciano sounded confused.

"Oh yes. We are old business acquaintances."

Yao watched as Feliciano's face went white. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, coughed, then looked at Yao with wide eyes. "His name was… Ivan… wasn't it?" he asked quietly.

"Yes," said Yao slowly, confused. "His name is Ivan."

"Is his name… Ivan Braginski?" asked Feliciano, so softly Yao could barely hear him.

"Da," said Ivan, just smiling brightly. "I admire your grandfather very much. I am much pleased to meet his grandson."

Feliciano slowly turned and looked up at Ivan, pale and terrified looking. Ivan smiled down at him. Feliciano blinked rapidly, looked for moment as though he was going to faint, and then bolted into the back kitchen.

Yao watched as Feliciano ran out followed by Francis, then turned back to Ivan in confusion. And once again, this is slightly weird… How come every time Yao started to feel good about his relationship with Ivan something happened to completely freak him out again?

"Hm. Not much like his grandfather," said Ivan cheerfully.

"I wouldn't know… uh… why did he act like that when he heard you knew his grandfather?"

"He is strange boy, isn't he?"

"Well, yes, but…"

"Forget this. You will come with me." Ivan grasped Yao's hand and pulled him insistently towards the entrance, out the door, and into the now familiar black limousine. Raivis took his usual place in the drivers seat while Toris and Eduard got into another black car behind them. Yao barely had time to think until he was sitting in the back seat. He took a moment to catch his breath then turned to Ivan beside him and glared. Ivan just smiled. Of course.

"I was working."

"I know."

"You can't just…"

"Ssh." And Ivan leaned forward and kissed him. The sentence died in Yao's throat and he closed his eyes. The kiss was strong, warm, wet… Yao felt like he was melting. He had no idea how much time passed. It could have been only a minute. But when Ivan pulled back and Yao opened his eyes he realized the car was moving. He tried to remember that he was indignant.

"But…"

"Stop worrying," Ivan whispered against Yao's hair.

So Yao did. It didn't last for long, however, because as soon as the car stopped at their destination and Yao stepped out, he suddenly felt like he was about to faint. Ivan led him to the edge of a grassy field, Raivis following behind them. Behind them Toris came walking up to stand beside Raivis while Eduard leaned against the car, still talking on his phone. But Yao couldn't turn away from the sight before him… in the middle of the field rested a massive hot air balloon. Yao stared in stunned disbelief. Surely Ivan is not that insane…

"Oh no… no, no, no, no, no." Yao was suddenly overwhelmed by a hot wave of panic. Ivan didn't seem to notice and just pulled on Yao's hand, laughing.

"Come fly with me!"

Yao laughed a little manically. "No…" He shook his head, turned deadly serious, then repeated firmly, "No."

"You are afraid of flying?"

"No, I'm more afraid of the crashing to the ground in a ball of fire part." Yao pulled back from Ivan's grip, his eyes still frozen on the balloon.

"Silly Yao! You will be safe, I promise." Ivan tugged Yao forward insistently and Yao couldn't pull away.

"Don't you know the meaning of the word 'no'?" Behind him Yao heard Toris snicker lightly. "Look, this is nice and all, but…"

Ivan stopped, sighed, and stared down with a look that sent shivers through Yao's spine. "I thought you want to be more, unpredictable, is it?"

Yao paused and looked up, panic rising, into Ivan's pleading face. Well…

Yao never knew how he managed to be talked into it. Flying what felt like miles above the ground, he was more terrified than he had felt in his entire life. The fire above them roared in his ears and the wind whipped through the basket, terrifying him further. With one hand he clutched onto Ivan desperately, and the other held onto the Buddha statue for dear life. If he'd ever needed luck, now was the time.

"Open your eyes, Yao!" said Ivan gleefully. How the hell can he be cheerful at a time like this? We're about to die!

Yao shook his head determinedly as he clung to Ivan. "I don't want to!" He felt his phone ring in his pocket and reluctantly gave up his grip on the Buddha to answer the call. He didn't open his eyes. "Hello? Oh God…"

"Not quite, it's Francis. What the hell did you do to Feliciano? I couldn't hear what you were saying in the restaurant, but he ran out of here frantic and now I'm stuck here on my own and… where the hell are you?"

"Francis, I just want you to know, that you've always meant a lot to me… and I want you to have my diamond cufflinks that you've always liked…"

"Ooh, fantastic! Wait… why? What?"

"And tell Alfred and Arthur that I love them both, and don't let Kiku speak at my funeral, and…" Ivan took the phone out of Yao's hand.

"Hello, Yao is busy right now!" Ivan fell quiet for a moment. "Nothing of the sort, I assure you." Silence again. "Well I have no ruler with me now, but I can measure later and let you know, da?"

"Agh!" Yao opened his eyes to find Ivan intently studying his right hand. Yao frantically reached up for the phone, only to knock it out of Ivan's hand. He watched in horror as it fell over the edge of the balloon and plummeted towards the ground. "I think you may have done me a favor there." They stood in silence for a few moments until Yao realized he was looking over the edge. He shrieked, closed his eyes, and clutched onto Ivan again.

"Why did your friend wish to know the size of my ring finger?" asked Ivan in an amused voice.

"No idea, he's a little odd like that. Oh God how far up are we now?" The panic clouding Yao's head and the sick terror in his stomach refused to subside. He was just waiting for the balloon to plummet to the ground.

"Open your eyes and see!" Ivan, on the other hand, seemed to be having the time of his life.

Yao took a deep breath and told himself to be brave. He was up here now, after all. "Okay… all right…" He tried to open his eyes again but found that he couldn't. He shook his head again. "I can't!" Although maybe he was just enjoying the feeling of pressing himself against Ivan's chest and of Ivan's arm, heavy and comforting around him.

"Tell me, Dragon. What are you so afraid of?"

Well that got his eyes to open. Ivan smiled down and Yao found himself captivated by that intense violet gaze. "I'm not sure," he answered honestly.

"Then look. I'm holding your hand… I've got you."

Yao steeled himself, gripped Ivan's hand even tighter, and forced himself to look over the edge. It was a beautiful, clear afternoon and the sun blazed down on the view below. The town seemed so small, the fields and trees of the outlying countryside so green and fragile. Tiny cars meandered over the winding roads and Yao suddenly felt so remote, so removed from the chaos of everyday life. Like he and Ivan were the only two people in the world. "Wow."

"Pretty, isn't it?"

Yao smiled. "Yes." It really was. Terrifying… but pretty. And not quite so bad once he opened his eyes and looked. "This thing isn't going to just keep climbing into the sky is it?"

"Maybe," said Ivan. Yao looked up at him in horror. Ivan raised Yao's hand to his lips and kissed it gently. "Maybe we could fly all the way to the stars."

Yao's heart thumped, seemingly unable to take much more. "That actually sounds kind of nice."

"You look almost perfect up here. Just one thing." Ivan reached over, ran his hand up Yao's neck, and released his hair tie. Yao smiled as he felt his hair fly in the wind and Ivan's fingers run through his hair. "There. Perfect."

Yao sighed happily and leaned back against Ivan. The panic started to melt away and he almost felt calm up here with Ivan's arm around him… somehow secure, even as they floated high above the ground.

"I am so sorry, Yao," said Ivan, his voice no longer cheerful.

Yao shrugged. He knew immediately what Ivan was talking about. "It's all right…"

"No. Is not all right. I never wanted our night to end… like that."

They stood in silence until, after a moment, Yao asked, "Who was that man?" He was immediately unsure whether it was a good idea to ask about it.

"An unfortunate necessity."

"I didn't like him."

Ivan laughed. "Neither do I."

"Do you do business with people like that?"

"Yao…"

"Yes?"

A shadow seemed to pass across Ivan's face. It was as though the sun no longer touched it, and the ever present smile was nowhere to be found. He looked confused, sad… and lost. Then just as suddenly it was gone, and Ivan smiled again, like the sun breaking through the clouds. "I never want to hurt you."

"You won't," said Yao, with no way of knowing if the statement could possibly be true.

"What do you want, Yao?" Ivan gazed at him intently.

"Oh. Well… my own restaurant. To be successful. To be happy." You…

"You will be successful. I know."

"And, well… what do you want?"

"You."

Yao felt the breath knocked out of him. He looked back out at the view below them. "Can I fit in your life?

"Fit?"

"Can I… be in your life?" asked Yao, unsure of a clearer way to ask what he wanted to know. "Is it possible?"

"It has to be."

"Why did you ask to buy me a drink that night?" asked Yao, gazing back up at Ivan.

"On Chinese new year?"

"Yes. Why did you ask me out, and kiss me, and ….."

"Because I could not… other than… I am sorry, my English in these times." Ivan looked down and Yao smiled slightly and looked away politely. As they both looked back their eyes met simultaneously. "I couldn't not."

Yao smiled, feeling a warm glow settle around him. "I think I understand."

"And because you were beautiful. And after, you spoke, and you were… sweet. And funny. And strong. And…" Ivan paused. "And, you. My Dragon… hiding such amazing person under such… fear. I want to show you world, without fear."

Yao could barely breathe. Fear… what reason was there to fear when a person like Ivan Braginski felt that way about him. What had he ever worried about.

"Are you still afraid?" They both looked down over the edge of the basket.

"Not so much." Yao held onto Ivan's hand and leaned into his embrace as they watched the world go by beneath them. Yao was, once again, happy… secure… content. If it could just always be like this. There were still unanswered question. It wasn't perfect. But nothing was perfect, after all.

Yao sighed happily. "I hope my phone didn't land on someone's head."

Ivan just laughed.

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