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abbynx · 3 years

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La Squadra Esecuzione as Best Friends Headcanons

Formaggio - Very chill, first and foremost, he is down for anything to do. Videogames? He'll try to beat your ass. Cat cafes? Heck ye he is down - The type of friend who will coax you to cut class to hang out behind the school or climb over the school fence to hang around the local arcade or theatre. But if he get caught, he won't snitch and he's willing to take responsibility. Begrudgingly. - Ohhhh physical touch is bare minimum for him. He'll occasionally lean on you, perhaps shrink himself to fit himself in your pocket just to platonically cuddle and perhaps, use you as a transport. - Will high five you as a greeting, and will high five you as a farewell. Usually followed by a hug too uwu "Bro!" He holds his hand out for a high five, in which you instinctively grant him one, when he also entwines his fingers through yours and pulling you for a hug, patting your back for a second and pulling away. "I missed you bro!" - Prepare for dumb jokes, dumb puns that he effortlessly come up with as time goes by. You can't go on a day without him cracking a joke. You'd either roll your eyes at it or laugh along with him. There's nothing in between "You see that guy over there, bro?" He leans on you, arm draped around your shoulder as he points at a person from afar. "Yeah, what?" "I say... You'd be a perfect match." You glanced at him, hearing him shake a box of matches as he wiggled his eyebrows with a dumb grin. - *Finger guns and bro intensifies* Illuso - That weird person you don't see yourself associating yourself with somehow befriended him for some reason. Most likely started when you both started to wake up at 3 AM and meet in the middle of the dark, in the kitchen, wanting to grab something to eat. At first it is awkward, but soon you learned to bond through it! And soon enough, your midnight chats extended to become actual friendships! - Seems distant, but he cares. He's the type pretend not to care about you, but will glare (or more than glare depending at the severity) at people who hurt you. He is the 'I'm the only one allowed to insult them like that' type of friend. "Huh, Formaggio hasn't been teasing me. I wonder what happened." You wondered aloud, as you say beside your friend Illuso. "Must be because of his bruised jaw. The previous mission must've been tough for him." "Yeah... That..." - Probs touched-starved. He acts irritated and push you away when you try to hug him, but secretly loves it. If you stop trying to hug him, he'd be kinda sad but will not say anything. - This friendship includes you listening to him rant about every little thing, and brag about things he can't do. He appreciates you listening to be honest, and that's initially how your friendships started anyways. - Will use derogatory terms as a term of endearment. Please don't be offended, he doesn't mean any offense "Hey idiot! Get your sorry ass right here! Risotto said we have someone to take care of!" "Thanks, dumbass." "Eyo slut! Take a look at this fugly idiot!" - Does not have the habit of knocking. In fact, he just barges into your room, through the mirror. In more than one occasion has he seen you undressed but he couldn't care less about it. "Hey dumbass can I borrow your— hey, stop screaming! Anyways I ran out of hair ties, do me a solid—" - Everyone around you being confused to how you two are most unlikely to become friends, but you two are practically unlikely twins Prosciutto - You can not stop me from assuming he is quite the mom friend if you pry his shell hard enough. Perhaps a mom friend mixed with tsundere friend. "Hey! Drink your water or I'll break your ankles! No I don't care that we're in the middle of killing someone! I packed you some water and you didn't drink it! Well shit I didn't pack it specifically for you, I just managed to pack extra! Now go ahead and drink, I'll handle this one myself! While you're at it, coat yourself with sunscreen! If I hear you whining about being burnt, I swear to God—" - If you happen to be a mom friend too, you'd be bonding over the

mutual stress of having to look over the rest of the gang over a glass of wine as chaos around you ensues because you two decided to take a small break. "Formaggio and Ghiaccio is up at it again..." You sigh, swirling the content of your stemware as the distant bickering of the two aforementioned assassins echoed. "Just... Let's just lay low. It'll be over soon." Prosciutto sighs along as well, before downing his glass of whiskey. "Hopefully." And it didn't end, as it ensued and progressive got worse. Stands were called, knives were thrown, guns were shot. And two mom friends of La Squadra almost lost their voice from all the yelling and lecturing - Will scold you for your bad habits. Bad posture? He will walk behind you, press his knee on your back and roll your shoulders back whilst he lectures you about it. Messy time management? Will buy you crap to make you keep track of time. Sleeping so late? He will take whatever you're distracted with, demand you to turn your lights off as he lights soothing scented candles and tossing you some comfortable blankets to use. Barely taking care of yourself? Bro prepare yourself. "I don't understand how you live like this! You'd be dead if you were to continue that habit! At least help me help you to make you be better!" - Very blunt and honest to the point it stings, but he never lies to people he is closed to. He prefers being upfront with his loved ones and will try to rebuild their confidence and reassure them that they can be better than what they are. "When I say you're idiotic, you're but a burden, I mean it. You have all rights to be hurt by it, but don't just live with it. Prove me wrong, that you can be better than that and you'll be the best version of yourself. I know you can do it." - Will accept hugs, but will most likely not hug back. Maybe he'll just out one hand on your back and lightly stroke it, but that's it. But in rare occasions, he will return them too. Sometimes, he'll even initiate it. - Your connection to him as a friend has lead several advantages. No one in general can make a negative comment about you with Prosciutto around. His glare alone was scary and they would not wish to stick around and find out what he can do than just glaring. - Extremely appreciates when you help him around by simply carrying things for him, fetching him coffee and actually doing your damn job properly is enough to make him be filled with gratitude. Pesci - Baby. Okay, so this boy. Boy oh boy, he is baby. Take care of him, bro. Don't coddle him to the point of him being entirely dependent on you, but sis you can always reassure and make him improve himself! Perhaps a tamer version of his relationship with his brother. - You two will mostly likely be friends because you always defend him from the others from teasing him and rooting for him. He is very grateful for it and can't thank you enough. Either that, or Prosciutto paid you to babysit him. - Will constantly cling on your arm when he's anxious. It's up to you whether you'll snap at him and slap his hand away, or just let him hang around you. He'll just simply grab your wrist, and sooner and later he'd have his body pressed against yours, completely clinging on the entirety of your arm. "D-don't leave me, Y/N! I'm scared—!" - He is extremely thankful for you watching over him and protecting and by this, he tries to improve himself a lot more just so he can confidently say he can watch over you and protect you as well - Just the sweetest little thing, whenever he'd be away with Prosciutto for a mission he'd return home bearing gifts from travel and he'd give it to you. It would be something either miniature, or something practical like a knife sharpener or something. "I-I got this for you... I hope you like it! Big bro helped me pick!" - Honestly, I can imagine him just being the best, supportive and encouraging friend there could be. If ever you needed someone to confide in, he'd just sit and listen and will certainly not repeat what you told him to others. He'll try his best to comfort

you, taking inspiration to how you comfort him and will just try his best to make you feel better. "I know life is rough and hard and bad, but you always told me it will change and soon it all be over and better. It's good that you recognise you're in a bad place, now you need to take a break and then later you won't even know you've already forgotten your problem! It's okay to be sad, too, but not for too long." - The type of friend that will share anything he has. He has a cookie with him? Shit, he'll split it in half and give the other half to you. Some soda? Well I hope you don't mind drinking from the same can as he is, he will give it to you. Melone - So this nerd isn't a complete creepy pervert, not entirely at all. He's chill for most of the time, so he's a neat company if you don't mind him bombarding you with questions regarding your genetics, heritage records, blood type, zodiac signs and whatnot. But knows when to stop. - You most likely befriended him because he is one of the chill people in the group... Somewhat. Or perhaps you just started to bond over mutual love for steamy, erotic novels from the same author. If this man has shame, his guilty pleasures would be reading these types of trashy novels filled with smut. - He is great as a wingman. Complain to him about your lack of a love life, he'll observe your types and he'll somehow come up with a list by the next day enthusiastically listing them to you in a PowerPoint presentation. "If you're into girls, I have this one right here! She's compatible with your zodiac sign, although she has quite the temper she can be extremely passionate and affectionate— or perhaps you're into men, that I have as well. Several, actually. This other fellow right here is also a part of Passione from the Human trafficking branch, stoic and quite a stern one, but knows when to lay low at times and appreciate those around him— either him or the girl, you'd make good babies together!" "Melone, what the fuck—" - Very touchy. He'd lean his head on your lap as you both read on the couch, or randomly put his head on your shoulder during meetings, grab you by the arm while crossing the road, smacking your ass as a greeting (if you tell him stop, he'd stop of course), will pretend to kiss you just so he can see your reaction, anything. He is one affectionate nut that he sometimes forget about personal spaces. If you're not particularly fond of being touched like I am, simply tell him nope. I mean, he'd be sad but will respect your boundaries. The only time he'll actually respect established boundaries, to be honest. - Knows the most random facts and will share them to you for the fun of it. Additional to that, he will also mutter his shower thoughts and random cursed facts out loud just so he can curse you with the knowledge and confusion. "Did you know that dolphins masturbate using dead fishes? Also, there was an experiment involving dolphins in which one of the scientist fell in love and had sex with it. Another fact, is that dolphins are also seen doing the deed—" "Okay, Melone, I get it! Dolphins aren't as innocent as they seem! Stop ruining it for me already!" ... "Did you know that a woman once used mayonnaise as a lubri—" "MELONE!" - Being his friends meaning being his impulse control. If he intends to use his Stand on some innocent passerby just for the heck of it (for science, as he claims), smack him by the wrist and glare at him. If he eyes a particular someone for too long that the person gets too uncomfortable, try to divert his attention away. "Ow! Y/N what the heck—!" "What did I told you about oogling at people? It's impolite and creepy, stop that!" - He may not seem like it, but bro he cares a lot. If ever you had a problem, he'd sit and listen, offer you his shoulder to cry on, and perhaps hang out to divert your attention away from what's bothering and hurting you. And if you need advice, he'll try his best to come up with a flawless solution to your problems. But if comfort is what you need, his arms are open baby. Ghiaccio

- Bro you must need emergency ear plugs for this one, he is a massive screamer, a ticking time bomb with no timer that will erupt at random. If ear plugs aren't enough, cover your ears. - Befriending him was an impulse control befriending him. Well, all you did was to constantly try to calm his tits and cool his head to the point he actually barges in your room to hang out so that he can cool his head from all of the shenanigans occuring all around him, or maybe he just had another thought about something maddening about the world. "WELL WHY?! WHY IS WOMEN'S CLOTHES SIZING CHART DIFFER FROM EACH STORE?! THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE! INCHES AND CENTIMETRES EXISTS FOR A REASON, DAMNIT!" - There are moments where he isn't screaming, thankfully and he's a decent person to talk to. If you're a listener, he'll do the talking, just ranting about things, rambling on and on, before complaining, and then another outbursts comes out. By this, you simply sigh, put a hand on his shoulder and talk to him in a gentle, calming voice. It usually does the trick. Formaggio and Melone joked about this talent of yours as witchcraft. - He appreciates you a lot and honestly doesn't know what to do without you and by that, he knows he has to reciprocate the care you give him somehow to show he is grateful of your friendship and care. He isn't the type to be physically affectionate, but he is extremely thoughtful about his closed loved onesa and prefers to be practical about it. He would save you your seat in meetings, fetch you snacks if he ran out for an errand, etc etc. Extremely observant of your mannerisms, that he might point that out to you and you won't even realise you do that. - So like, he is very protective as a friend. He will do something whenever someone has wronged you in any way. The others teasing you? Bam, he'll shoot them back with a witty insult. Your s/o cheated on you? Ohohoho boi, be prepared to see their name on a headline on the daily news. Your order was wrong? Bam, he'll have the waiter shaking in fear from a screaming, angry Italian mafioso as he demands for them to remake your order correctly. "WELL CAGACAZZO?! QUIT STANDING AROUND AND GET ORDERS CORRECTLY—" "G-Ghiaccio it's just a minor thing, let it go—" "THEY SERVED YOU AN INGREDIENT YOU SPECIFICALLY TOLD THEM NOT TO INCLUDE BECAUSE YOU'RE ALLERGIC TO IT! WHY ARE YOU LETTING THIS SLIDE OFF?!" - All in all, he's just glad you're there for him because damn, someday his temper is going to get the best of him and he doesn't know what to do. And with your friendship, he's learned how to cope with his spontaneous anger by carrying soothing stuff to ease his nerves (courtesy of your suggestions and gifts for him) - Basically the dynamic of a rapid gremlin with rabies and a calm, sunshine personified angel. Everyone (Riz, including, but he's more subtle and dry about it) joked about the unlikely friendship, and how your ears must've lost a little bit of hearing capacity. Rissoto - I feel like he'd be extremely attached to a childhood friend. You've been friends since before you underwent the drastic change by going through a lot to get to where he is now, and still the only person that stuck around with him was you. By that, you became the most trusted by him due to the fact you've known each other for very long. - As his best friend, you're his confidant and finds himself often going to you if ever he needed advice, or needed to vent about his stress. He really isn't vocal but when he's confiding in you, his words spill out of his mouth usually sealed tightly just steadily flows, his big strong Capo veneer falls apart in front of you but he doesn't necessarily feel unsafe by being vulnerable. That's how he trusts you. - No one will dare to bad mouth you in front of the Capo, or else there'd be hell to pay for. I mean, teasing is fine, he knows you can handle burns from team mates here and there (and will silently smirk at it) but he will not stand it if they attempt to belittle you for something unreasonable. "Watch your mouth. That was

out of their control, stop blaming them for something they can't do." - The type of friend that doesn't know how to comfort someone, but will try their best. So as you spill your heart out, tears, snot, sweat and all, he'll just pull you to his chest and awkwardly pat your shoulders to get you calm and comforted. Not to mention, he is extremely stiff at the hug and is very unsure what words to say to you to not upset or offend you any further, so he'll just ride it out smoothly, and let you let it all out on his chest. It's not like he can't wash your tears, snot and sweat on his chest anyways. - Since he is very non-vocal, he's a good listener so rant all the way! Complain about the weather, about your lack of love life, about how underpaid the hitmen team is, anything! He won't find the perfect response, so he'll just nod along and perhaps comment occasionally on what your saying. "So like, ugh, I am soooo frustrated at how Prosciutto could say that to Pesci! He makes a good point, but it's redundant for him to be too harsh on him! Look, all I'm saying is, maybe Prosciutto should start choosing his words correctly so that Pesci won't feel too upset! You know???" You glanced at your friend, as he simply sat attentively beside you. He nods silently as a response. "Anyways—" - Extremely great at deduction and the way he reads people so easily is so unreal. And so he uses this to his advantage to know what's up with you whenever you seemed off. By this, he's able to tell whenever you're upset but scared to talk about it, frustrated but too busy to talk about, etc etc. And with this, he takes the time to drag you to take a seat, and talk about what's been bothering you. If you don't wish to talk about it at all, he'll let you be after with a reassurance that you can overcome whatever the heck you're going through. - Everyone is surprised that you two aren't married??? That you're just friends??? The way you two look just makes you two look like a couple and it boggles the others how you two aren't one.

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sea-side-scribbles · 3 years

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Fanfiction: Sympathy For A Downer

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22737214/chapters/73379652

Chapter 52

Arthur was overwhelmed with feelings when he went back to his hideout. His life as a Downer had been changing ever since he met Nick. And now, he wasn’t alone anymore. He met Nick everywhere. He wasn’t only in the tunnel, but also in every shop, in every house he broke in - yeah, he had to admit to himself that he was breaking into people’s houses, not very often, but it happened, because he couldn’t find everything he needed in the Garden District - but also on the street. Nick’s music was playing everywhere. He was certain he had heard the entire new record multiple times now. Also the Wellies sang his songs while strolling around.

But most important was his own voice - it was as if Nick kept talking to him, comforting him.

On the one hand it made his lonely tours more pleasant, on the other hand, he had to take care that Nick didn’t distract him too much. There seemed to be a swarm of butterflies fluttering up whenever he heard just a single note.

While taking a shower, he caught himself humming one of his songs to himself. “Smile Again“ was somehow fitting, as if Nick had secretly written the lyrics for him.

One moment, he found it absurd that he was standing in a scruffy shower, in an abandoned tunnel where some time ago some workers had most likely perished from a bad badge of Joy, warbling a song to himself, and feeling happier than ever before.

The next moment he told himself to stop wondering at things in a town like this. The only one he thought he should wonder at was Nick.

How could a fucked up place like this create someone like Nick? Someone as innocent and peaceful? Everyone thought he was crazy, but instead he was the most sensible Wellie he had ever met.

Well, perhaps not that sensible, because he got involved with someone like Arthur.

Arthur was in fact surprised about himself, that he didn’t make a mess already. Nick seemed to bring out the best in him. With him by his side, he suddenly enjoyed everything in Wellington Wells, even the depressing Garden District. And he couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Arthur was in fact taking a shower because he didn’t want to approach Nick being all dirty and smelling of Motilene. In the old days he had been so rushed and afraid, that he hadn’t spent too much time on cleaning before running to the next hatch. He didn’t like the shower too much. The water was only lukewarm, and full of Joy.

Cleaned and properly dressed, he went to Nick’s suite, that he also kept clean. Only the surfaces of course, he wasn’t digging into Nick’s private stuff, but enough to keep this in it’s original state. The suite was the only pretty place in this tunnel and he didn’t like it when something so neat got dirty. And in a way, it was also his home.

“Nick?“, he asked carefully, but unfortunately he didn’t get an answer. He assumed the rockstar was still busy. Then his gaze fell on a silver shimmer that came from his bed. That was new. Arthur stepped closer and found a letter that had his name on it. Curiously, he lifted it up.

“Arthur, darling,

I brought you a little something.

I miss you too,

yours Nicky“

The message was written with a pink pen and circled with a heart. It looked incredibly kitschy, yet Arthur couldn’t stop staring at it. Then he eyed his gift and his heart missed a beat.

Chocolates.

No one had given him chocolates before. It was something you don’t buy for yourself, it was something romantic. Arthur carefully opened the box and marveled at the little pieces of chocolate that looked almost to neatly to be eaten. For a second he had to pause and fight the tears back that forced themselves on him.

By the looks of it, he now had his own kitschy and romantic relationship, with flowers and chocolates, strolls in the park, dinners in expensive restaurants and wild nights, the way he only knew it from the penny dreadfuls that had sometimes found their way into his hands in lonely evenings. The way he thought it would never happen to him, until he believed he would hate it anyway. And there he was, almost crying. He wanted to thank Nick for everything he did, for everything he had already given to him. But he assumed that would look rather silly.

Still, he thought about visiting the rockstar again. Mrs. Oliphant was pestering him anyway, telling him he should write another article soon. The “O“ Courant really had a crisis. Nothing happened, or at least nothing they could inform a decent Wellie about, so they had to exploit their old articles over and over, hoping that no one would notice. So Arthur could just as well come by with the excuse that he had more questions about the band’s new success. At last, that felt better than copying his old article.

He didn’t dare to touch the chocolate yet. He put it back on the bed, saving it for the moment he would come back here with Nick and try it with him. He hummed another song while walking to his house.

The Bobby at the entrance remembered him.

“Here, Constable, for your supply“, he said and handed him a sandwich. He didn’t want to knock him out after all.

“That’s too kind of you, Mr. Hastings“, Hunt said cheerfully. “I’m afraid Mr. Lightbearer is away, handling business with Mr Memento. But the rest of the band is here, in case you want to ask them out.“

Arthur wasn’t too disappointed. He knew it was never easy. So he could at least do his job while waiting for Nick. Hunt let him enter.

“Virgil, is that you?“, someone asked and came round the corner.

“No, it’s just me, Arthur. From the “O“ Courant. Do you remember me?“

“Arthur“, said the man he recognized as the drummer. “Of course I remember you. Could it be that you’re not here for entirely selfless reasons?“

“Oh, well…“

Now also the two guitarists joined them.

“You’ve come just in time to play a game with us“, they said.

“A game? Well, if you think…“

“Sure. First you help us, then we help you. Come on, it’s gonna be fun!“

“Don’t be a Downer, Arthur!“

”A Downer, me?“ Arthur laughed nervously. “How ridiculous.“

He looked into their faces, realizing that there was no way out. Games were almost sacred in Wellington Wells, you didn’t just refuse them if you didn’t want to raise suspicion. So he went along.

“So…what are we playing?“, he asked and then jumped backwards.

The lead guitarist had brought out an electric truncheon. Arthur prepared for a fight, but Chris calmed him down.

“Hey, don’t worry, it’s not a real weapon. It only tickles. It can be very useful though.“

He eyed the truncheon, almost lovingly.

“If you’re into that sort of thing…“ Arthur didn’t like where this was going. The last time he saw one of these was in the Reform Club.

„Come on, who doesn’t like Simon Says?“

Arthur laughed with relief. “Oh, I do. I love that game!“

“What did you think?“, Brad asked him grinning.

Arthur made an embarrassed noise.

“Nothing, I had no idea.“

He followed the band to the telly, that they turned on to watch Uncle Jack announce the game.

“Did he say we need an electric truncheon for this?“

They laughed.

“No, but we like to spice it up a little“, Matt explained.

“If everybody is a winner, where’s the challenge?“, Brad added.

“Heads up, it’s starting“, Chris said.

Arthur did his best to act like he had a blast. Uncle Jack’s instructions were quite easy. He remembered it to be a bigger challenge to follow his orders, but he guessed that the Joy had made it harder to remember them. He kept thinking about Nick and the moment he would finally come home and find Arthur like that. But he wouldn’t mind, right? It was the town’s most favorite game after all, no matter that it looked silly.

Suddenly something hard and cold hit his hips and a spark of electricity ran through his body. It was enough to startle him.

“What are you doing?“, Matt asked him laughing. “Are you even listening?“

“I’m giving my best, I swear“, he replied, adjusting his hair with his hands. He feared it would stand on end. Promptly, another shock hit him.

“Wrong order, or do you have your feet on your head?“

“I wasn’t finished !“, Arthur protested.

Now moving was harder.

“Are you sure this is harmless?“

He didn’t get an answer. Instead he had to turn around in a circle, so that they wouldn’t zap him again. Uncle Jack was now more mean, aiming at tiring the players out. Anyway, Arthur felt ridiculous. He remembered it being more fun, but now he couldn’t imagine it being everyone’s favorite game. Victoria Byng for example. In fact, she had never appeared to the breaks when they had played Simon Says, and that would have been a show indeed. He imagined her slapping her own face. A very funny image that made him grin widely. His grin vanished when another shock came upon him, making him gasp in pain. The shivering was more persistent now, so was the tickling.

“Poor Arthur, looks like it’s not the best of your days“, Chris teased him, not noticing that Uncle Jack was giving another instruction. Sniffing his chance for revenge, Arthur grabbed the tickler and gave him a charge that made his hair stand on end too. With his long hair it looked even more funny.

“You have to pay attention!“, Arthur shouted. But the tickler was soon snatched out of his hands and used against him.

“He didn’t say Simon Says!“, Brad informed him. Arthur skillfully wriggled the fake weapon out of his hands and payed him back.

“I think he did!“

Because of his carelessness, the tickler could change his owner again, this time it was Matt.

“This isn’t about what you think“, he said laughing and hit Arthur’s leg. For a second it gave up and Arthur fell on the floor, dragging the bass player with him.

“Holy shit.“ Arthur crouched away fro the other man, still shivering. The tickler rolled away.

“Oh, no no no…“ He followed it to make sure he wouldn’t get another shock from it. It was enough for today. But Chris quickly stepped on it.

“Not so fast, Artie. You have to give others a chance too.“

“Not in this game“, Arthur decided and turned on the electricity. It ran along Chris’ leg and he jumped away, moaning. With his loot in his hands, he planned to climb on the coffee table to ask for a break, but a moment later he lay on the ground again. Nobody payed attention to Uncle Jack, everyone just tried to get the truncheon from Arthur. Arthur, who wasn’t quite all there anymore, dealt out shocks until Brad shortly but effectively twisted his arm. Then he himself got his share. The typical scent of electricity filled the room while they exhausted their own energies. Some time later they all lay on the floor, moaning and scratching their itching spots.

„And that’s Simon Says for today! I hope you had just as much fun as me - but what am I saying - of course you had fun! And you’re sure to turn on tomorrow, at the same time, for another episode of Simon Says with Uncle Jack, that’s me!“

“Fuck off“, Arthur thought. He heard that a door opened in the corridor. His flight instinct came back, but he was too exhausted to get up. He only moaned a little louder. Footsteps came closer.

“What happened in here?“, he heard Nick ask. “Must’ve been a drop-dead program“, the rockstar giggled over it. Then he found him

“Arthur!“ Nick knelt down next to him.

“What did you do to him?“, he asked the helpless band that couldn’t answer. When he tried to touch Arthur, a spark flashed over his fingers.

“Ouch!“

“Careful!“, Arthur heard another voice say. It had to me Morrie’s.

“I won“, Arthur suddenly muttered. It had occurred to him as important for a second. Nick stared at him, but there were no more words.

“Looks like Simon Says to me“, Morrie said while Nick watched him pick up the tickler. “Does that belong to your special inventory, Nicky?“

Nick felt the tickle at the mere thought.

“I forgot I still have that.“

Then he shoved his hands under Arthurs back and knees and lifted him up.

“I…better put him on the couch…he’s my guest after all…“, he explained to Morrie and put Arthur down on fluffy cushions.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?“

Arthur made an incomprehensible noise as an answer.

“How did they get him to play?“

Morrie took it calmly. “I’m sure he came here all by himself to stick his nose in our business again.“

Nick sighed. He believed to know better.

“You’re probably right“, he however said.

Looking back to Morrie, he saw that he had lifted up Matt. Nick feared it would look suspicious if he gave Arthur to priority, so he helped Morrie to give the others a softer bed. Even though he thought they didn’t deserve it. He was sure they had planned to knock Arthur out so he couldn’t ask any questions. Teasing the journalist, as usual. He had to admit that most of them were a pain in the arse, but not Arthur. Nick would’ve loved to tuck him up, but that would’ve been even more suspicious.

“I guess we can only wait for them to wake up“, he told Morrie.

“Or we go upstairs and enjoy our peace and quiet“, his lover whispered.

Nick understood that he couldn’t watch over Arthur now.

“He’s safe here“, Morrie added, forcing Nick to set himself in motion. He took the tickler.

“I better confiscate this, just in case they plan to play another round.“

Morrie eyed the weapon. “Looks like this is going to be an interesting night.“

“I’ll do whatever you say, Morrie“.

His lover gestured him to follow him, before he went upstairs. Their day had been wonderful so far and Morrie was in a very good mood.

“But don’t over do it, like some people“, he added. His lover kissed him.

Arriving in Nick’s room, he said: “You worry about Arthur, don’t you?“

“Well…’worry’ is too big of a word, but they could’ve been more careful with him.“

“You like him“, Morrie said and Nick felt a shiver run down his spine.

“He’s okay for a reporter.“

He didn’t like Morrie’s look.

“What?“

“I don’t trust him“, his lover said thoughtfully. “He’s hiding something.“

“Oh, Morrie, everyone hides something. Us too.“

“Still…we shouldn’t allow him to come so close. It’s enough that he stays overnight.“

“Of course, Morrie. We have to wait until he can walk. Tomorrow, we answer his questions, so people remember us again, he goes home and all is well.“

“And then he’ll come back.“

“Sure…Any reporter would try to get at us sooner or later, there’s nothing we can do about it. And why not him? His article was smashing and the photos were stunning - especially yours. He must have a soft spot for you.“

Nick stroked Morrie’s half unbuttoned shirt.

“What’s that supposed to mean?“ Morrie gave a flattered grin.

“Well…it could be the reason why you don’t trust him.“

Morrie’s eyebrow twitched.

“What are you getting at?“

Their fingers played with each other.

“Perhaps that you don’t like to let people get close to you“, Nick said quietly.

“I let you get close“, Morrie whispered back.

“For that I am deeply grateful“.

They kissed again, explored each other as if they met for the first time. They liked what they found.

“Just be careful, okay?“, Morrie asked after a while.

“Yeah“, Nick sighed, searching for his lips again.

“You can decide who your friends are.“

Nick impatiently bit his jawline. He was done thinking for now. Pulling his lover into a tight embrace, he hoped that he would grant him some tickles.

A dazzling night later Nick awoke, wrapped into a pleasant cloud of sleepiness. He lay on Morrie, who was reading a book.

“Well, my long sleeper, how do you do?“, Morrie quietly said and kissed his forehead.

“Are you awake for long?“, Nick asked, eyeing the book.

Morrie turned back. “I guess, a few pages…“

“Why didn’t you wake me up?“

“Because you need your beauty sleep, my darling. And also I found it very cozy in here.“

Nick chuckled a bit. “I wonder if our manager ran away. I didn’t hear anything from him yet.“

“I’m sure he’ll come back soon enough with a last-minute appointment.“

Nick yawned and stretched extensively. Then he stayed in bed anyway.

“Wake me up when he’s back“, he muttered from under the blanket.

“Oh, I will.“ Morrie put down the book to look at him. “And I’ll protect you in case that reporter dares to bother you again.“

A sudden realization flashed through Nick’s body.

“Oh…right…he’s still waiting for me“, he muttered, trying to sound annoyed.

“Perhaps not anymore. It’s late after all.“

Nick felt remorse. “How late?“

“Almost 10 o’ clock“, Morrie said, looking at his watch.

Nick sat up.

“Are you getting up for him now?“, Morrie promptly asked.

“What if he’s still here?“, Nick replied. “The earlier I talk to him the earlier he’s gone.“

His lover had to agree to that. Nick left the room, adjusted his looks in the bathroom and went downstairs, following the sound of chattering. He found his band and Arthur sitting in front of the telly again, talking and looking alright.

“Good morning, lads“, Nick made himself noticeable. “Are you okay?“

“Nicky“, he was greeted happily. “You’re up so soon, what’s wrong? Is Kitty coming back?“

Another shiver ran down Nick’s spine. “Not that I remember…“

“You’re long awaited“.

Nick looked around, all alarmed until he noticed that they were pointing at Arthur.

“Oh, I guess I’m at your mercy now.“

“It won’t take long, if you haven’t got the time“, Arthur said.

“I have time“, Nick assured him. “Virgil isn’t here, right?“, he asked the band.

“No, I guess he has better things to do“.

“So there’s plenty of time“.

Nick led Arthur upstairs into the third floor, because he couldn’t invite him into his bedroom when Morrie was still there. He hoped that Arthur didn’t mind. They made themselves as comfortable as possible. At least they had a bar in that floor.

“Are you thirsty?“, Nick asked, pointing at it.

“Er, no, thank you.“

“Are you sure?“

“I don’t drink alcohol before noon…Not that I’m judging it or something…“ He stuttered, wishing he could kick his own shin.

“Okay“. Nick looked rather amused. Then he turned more serious. “Are you alright? I can help you if you’re hurt.“

He took his hands.

“Yeah…I’m okay…“ Arthur returned Nick’s squeeze.

“Listen, Nick, I only wanted to thank you. For your present. I was so happy to get a message from you after that lonely night…“

“Oh, Artie…“ Nick lifted his fingers up to his lips. “I don’t like to leave you alone. But I have to go back to my band now and then, or this won’t work.“

“I know. I see that you’re busy. This is a full house.“

“Yeah…but beautiful, isn’t it?“

“Yeah…it’s like a different world that I’m invading.“

“Arthur…you’re not invading, you’re welcome. There’s always someone to let you in.“

“Right, someone else who’s busy…“

“So what? You’re a reporter, you have to do your job. People have a right to read about me“, Nick joked to cheer him up. “Did they hurt you. Did they force you to play?“

Arthur shook his head. “No, they’re quite nice. I think they wanted to play anyway and I just came by. I’m surprised they didn’t kick me out. Anyway. When we could move again they downright swarmed around me to see if I was okay. Then they let me stay overnight even though it wasn’t curfew yet. And this morning they told me you normally sleep late and spent even more time with me. They answered my questions so I can give my boss something to read.“

Arthur couldn’t hide how much he wondered at that.

“See? They like you“, Nick said softly. “After all, what’s not to like about you?“

Arthur was flattered.

“I think Morrie Memento doesn’t like me.“

Nick gulped. “ Well…he…I think he feels that you are…different“, he beat around the bush. “I mean that you’re not taking Joy, maybe…“

Arthur tensed. “Shit….I should really go.“

“Oh Arthur, I’m so sorry…“

“It’s not your fault, it’s mine. I can’t stroll around like that and expect no one to notice…“, he said more bitterly than he had planned.

“I’ll come back soon“, Nick whispered. “You don’t have to put yourself in danger to see me.“

“I was so naive coming here…“

“Don’t beat yourself up, my dear. Nothing happened so far.“

Arthur nodded, looking like he was eager to leave.

“Hey, Arthur“, Nick held him back. “We still have some time. Morrie won’t watch us now and when I escort you to the door you’ll be fine. If you want your interview, you can get it.“

“You don’t have to…“ Arthur shyly pulled out his notepad.

“Nonsense“, Nick said cheerfully, putting his legs on the table. “I could talk about myself all day. What do you want to know?“

#we happy few #whf #wehappyfew #whfnick #whf nick #whfarthur #whfarthurhastings #nick lightbearer #nicklightbearer

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forallyourikemensengokuneeds · 4 years

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our first Christmas pt 2

"Where else would I go?” she asked.

"Dinner?” he asked.

"It is one in the morning, Mitsuhide,” she said with a flash of a smile.

"Then Breakfast?” He asked. She looked at the car again and nodded.

"Breakfast sounds good.” She replied as Mitsuhide turned the car around and drove off into the night. They found a diner that was perfect for wasting time and sobering her up. When they had eaten their fill, he almost ripped the check from her hand as she went to go pay it. They got back in the car, and he looked his question.

"Do you want to go back home now?” he asked.

"I kinda have too,” she said.

"Have too?” Mitsuhide asked.

"I don't know why he is there Mitsuhide. I would like to find out,” she stated.

"That's all?” he asked.

"Yeah, that's all. I want to get back my key, as well.” She said. The drive back to the house was quiet, but they turned onto the quiet side street, and the car was still there as two people were standing very close together in the driveway pressed up on the car. "Mitsuhide."

"What my dear?” he asked.

"Can you stay while I get the key back?” She asked. Her voice was wavering, and she could feel the heartbreak again as the past few hours she hadn't felt it at all.

"Of course, Princess.” He stated as he got out of the car first as the parked slightly on the lawn. He was the closest to the pair who were not even concealing what they had been doing while standing in her driveway. Mitsuhide was disgusted as he stared down the man and also at the woman with him. Princess rounded the corner of the car, and she felt sick. This was the other woman? Did he bring her to her house? She was about ready to lose her nerve.

"Give me the key to my house,” she said flatly.

"What?” he asked.

"Give me the key to my house. Anything that is here now that is yours will be in a box sometime tomorrow in the front yard,” she stated.

"Sweetheart,” he said as he pulled away from the other woman who looked at him like he slapped her in the face.

"Don't. Just give it back,” she said as she reached out.

"It is two days before Christmas.” he pleaded.

"And you shouldn't have come out here if you couldn't even leave your side-chick across the country,” she said.

"Hun.” He said as he took another step closer to her. Mitsuhide was lighting fast as he stepped between the two.

"Give her the key and leave. You have already caused enough damage.” Mitsuhide said.

"Who the hell are you?” the no ex-boyfriend asked.

"A friend,” Mitsuhide replied.

"He came to her defense to fast, a friend with benefits for sure. She was doing it too.” the woman called out.

"She has waited for him. She backed away from all her co-workers and friends to make sure no one could say something like that to her. You want to defame me, go ahead, bitch, but don't you dare say anything about her.” Mitsuhide said his tone growing ice cold with every word.

"Give her the key.” the woman said huffily, "and let's just go back."

The man grumpily gave her the key as he pressed it hard into her hand as if he was again trying to inflict some amount of pain to her. "Have a fucking wonderful Christmas.” He said as he got into the car, and the pair took off. They drove away and out of her life.

"Come on princess. Let's get you inside.” Mitsuhide said as he looked at her. She moved slowly as it all came down on her like thousands of little bricks. She made it into the house as the tears overflowed and she could barely breathe. They sat down on the nearest couch, and he just held her side or rubbed her back as she let it all out. He didn't try and talk. She didn't either as she calmed down enough for a minute, it seemed the whole day's exhaustion also hit her. She closed her eyes for a minute and laid her head on his chest as he was sitting next to her still. The calming feeling of his hand on her back rubbing up and down was enough to lull her into sleep. He closed his eyes as well when he knew she was finally sleeping.

She woke the next morning wondering why she was in her living room and on the couch, and everything came back crashing around her like waves. Then she heard the muffled sigh from in back of her and remembered she had fallen asleep on Mitsuhide amidst her breakdown. She turned to look into his eyes, and she had to remember to breathe.

"Princess, don't cry over him again,” he said softly. "Not when you have so many better things around you."

"I won't.” She said, almost hypnotically. She looked at Mitsuhide again before she sat up, and he did as well. Sometime during the night he had laid down on the couch after kicking off his shoes and brought her down with him. "I'm sorry. I must have ruined your plans for the night."

"You couldn't ruin anything, my dear, if you tried,” he said with his usual half-truth grin.

"Thank you for breakfast though.” she said with a smile, "I don't feel as bad as I would have if I hadn't eaten."

"I figured as much,” he said.

"What do you have planned for today?” she asked.

"Not much. I am not traveling anywhere or anything,” he said.

"You're spending the holiday alone?” she asked.

"I was planning on it, yes.', he replied.

"You can't do that.” she replied.

"Why ever not?” he asked.

"Because it isn't right.” she said.

"What are you doing for the holiday then?” he asked.

"I was supposed to spend it with him," she replied grumpily.

"Spend it with me then,” he said.

"What?” she asked.

"Spend it with me. That way, neither of us will be alone. Everyone else has left for parts unknown to be with their families. It is just you and me here.” he said.

"I won't be much company,” she said.

"I don't talk that much,” he said with a shoulder shrug.

"Fine, Mitsuhide, we can spend the holiday together,” she said.

"Good. Now go change your clothes. We have places to go.” he said with a gleam in his eye.

"where?” she asked as she really didn't want to be near other people.

"It's a surprise,” he said.

"Fine.” She sighed and got up. Ten minutes later she was showered and changed as she walked out she was wrapping her hair upon her head. He smiled at her as if it was the most normal thing in the world to see her in regular clothes while inside his heart was racing fast.

His surprise was taking her to the mall. He watched her look at things as they decided on the way over to surprise the other with a present or two. She was thinking of him as she walked away to find something for him, as he was doing the same for her. She saw three things that screamed his name as she looked at them, and then she bought them and went to have them wrapped. It was Christmas eve, and the lines were long as last-minute shoppers were trying to find something for their loved ones or the people they had forgotten about. Somehow in her mind buying something for Mitsuhide didn't fit either category. She smiled at the gifts as they were being wrapped as she hoped he liked them.

He was on the second floor of the mall looking down, trying to spot her in the crowd. He did at the wrapping station the local school was running to raise money. She was looking at the table with a smile, and he lost his mind. That was all he wanted to see for the holidays, and it was the best present he could give himself. For a few days, he could pretend she was his. He would take that as her real gift to him, and she wouldn't even realize how much the few days would mean to him.

They found each other boasting that their presents were going to be the best the others had ever received. She smiled, and so did he back at each other. He stopped off at his apartment to grab some clothes as she looked around. It was spotless. She knew he was particular but not a complete neat freak. "My house must bother you,” she said out loud.

"Why would you say that?” he asked from the other room.

"Your place is spotless.” she said, "Mine is rather well lived in."

"That makes your house a home, and this a place to sleep, Princess,” he said as he walked out with a small bag packed.

"So you aren't a neat freak?” she asked.

"I like order, but this is how the cleaning lady cleans. I am barely here, so I never change anything,” he replied as he closed and locked the door.

"Cleaning lady?” she asked with a smile.

"I like order. I don't like cleaning. It is easier to pay someone to do it.” he said.

"Mitsuhide, you surprise me,” she said as she reached for the door handle to open the door as he popped the trunk to place his bag.

"How so?” he asked.

"You just do.” She replied. She was now realizing she knew very little of the man sitting beside her. She thought to herself which also surprised that she wouldn't mind getting to know him better.

"One more stop,” he said.

"Now where?” she asked.

"We have to get a tree,” he said as he deadpan stared at her like she was completely insane for not realizing this.

"And where do you plan on getting that?” she asked. "It is Christmas Eve."

"We will find one.” He said as he started driving. He was right as they found a small, already decorated tabletop tree at the hardware store. She was shaking her head at it but had to laugh at his excitement. He rarely showed his emotions, which was ironic because he could read hers so well. She would work and keep this little tree alive for as long as she could just because it made him so happy. She made that plead to herself silently as they walked into her house, and he moved a small table to the bay window and placed the tree there. The presents went under the tree, and somehow there seemed a few more then she had seen him with at the mall.

They settled into the couch as they watched tv. Hours passed, and then they looked out the window. "That wasn't in the forecast,” he said with a chuckle.

"A white Christmas,” she said as she stood by his side.

"A White Christmas.” He repeated as he looked down at her and couldn't think of anything more he could ever want in his life. She smiled up at him, and he knew at that moment a few days wouldn't do. He knew she needed time to heal, but he needed her in his life. She looked at him puzzled by the change In his expression but didn't say anything. He was going to start the, so she never looked at anyone else again.

She cooked the dinner that was planned for someone else. The thought that went into it was amazing, and he happily enjoyed it through with his unique problem of not being able to taste he tried for the first time to really work and taste it. She smiled at the compliments though she knew he couldn't taste anything. She could have burnt the entire thing, and he would tell her it was wonderful. It was nice to hear regardless instead of the normal you could have added this or that. She didn't even mind doing the dishes. Having Mitsuhide there made everything feel warmer for some reason. It was like something had been put in its place after it had been missing for a long time. It just fit. They could both feel the temperature drop outside as it seemed that the house also got cooler. She brought in some blankets as they settled in to watch some more tv for the night knowing they both would probably fall asleep on the couch again. He pulled her close as he wrapped her up in a blanket and one over his shoulders. She just let it happen as it didn't feel wrong and she hadn't thought of the other person at all. Something felt right about this. She couldn't help but wonder if she was just jumping from one person to the next, but everything in the past twenty-four hours felt like it was supposed to be like this. Just before they both fell asleep, she kissed his cheek lightly. He smiled to himself as she snuggled into him and they both fell fast asleep.

When they both woke up as the new day dawned, neither wanted to move. They were warm and wrapped up nicely together. "Merry Christmas, princess,” he said as he kissed her hair in back of her.

"Merry Christmas Mitsuhide,” she said back. "Presents or food?"

"How old are we?” he asked as he chuckled.

"Well, I am still a kid. I don't know about you,” she said.

"Well I am not a kid, and though you may think so, I highly doubt you are one as well. You may have the height of a child though,” he said.

"It wouldn't be a day if you didn't get those digs in, would it?” She asked as she tried to sit up. She found her body was pinned though.

"Whatever do you mean? My teasing, you only comes from my deepest affections.” Mitsuhide said.

"Sure it does,” she said as she did manage to break free.

"You will see,” he said.

"What is that supposed to mean,” she asked.

"Let's open presents.” he deflected. "Then we can make some food."

"I will cook.” She said quickly. She got up and got one present for each of them and brought them back to the couch. He opened his first at her insistence. It was a sweater that was white and purple. It was perfect for him. He put it on, and she smiled. She opened her present with was small. It was a set of earrings of a flower. She smiled and placed them in.

He got up and brought the rest of the presents over he carefully handed her the next one, and he took one of his own. That was a cologne that she had custom made for him. He opened it and smiled at the scent. The fact she made it for him was enough for him never to use it just so he could keep it forever. She opened hers which was a light board for her drawing the chemical properties. She had said weeks ago she really should get one. She looked at him and smiled.

The last two presents were both small. He opened his to reveal a set of star cufflinks. He had said months before he hated wearing a suit without the proper accessory's. She had remembered as she spotted them. She went to open the last of the presents when he showed her one more for her. She opened the one she had in her hand, and it was a necklace with the infinity symbol. She looked at him as she said thank you, and she realized right then and there. She was in love with him. She couldn't lie anymore, and she knew she had been for months. She thought it was an office infatuation. At least that is how she played it off to herself. It was love she knew right now. She was helpless in love with him, and she was free from the other. Her smile grew brighter, and he didn't know why.

"This is your last one, princess.” He said softly. She took it and opened it to find a ring box. It was older, though, and well worn. She slid off the top, and she looked at the ring inside. She looked up slightly confused.

"Isn't that your,” she started as he cut her off.

"It is my family, crest. Every generation one ring is made and given to the firstborn. That is the ring for my generation.” he said.

"Mitsuhide, I can't take that. It is too important,” she said.

"It is right where it should be.” He said. She looked into his eyes as he moved closer and closer. She knew he was giving her time to say something, but instead, she surprised him by kissing him first. He wrapped his arms around her frame, and they both got lost in the simple kiss. When she lifted her head, he looked at her and she at him, and they both smiled at each other.

"What are you smiling about, Princess?” he asked.

"I was just thinking.” She replied as she got up to go fix breakfast. She had placed the ring on her right ring finger as she absentmindedly twisted it.

"About?” he asked as he followed on her tail.

"Our first Christmas, Mitsuhide.” She said. He smiled at those words.

"Yes, it is,” he said as he kissed her again. "It is our first Christmas."

#ikesen #ikemen sengoku #Ikémen Sengoku #IkéSen #our first christmas #part two #re-release #edited #Akechi Mitsuhide

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superwolfiestar · 5 years

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Across Another Dimension Ch. 21

They walk through the Donald Beach town. Today, there are many houses and buildings around, so they could say that this area is considered the most populated one on Mushroom Kingdom. There is a hotel district, a shopping district, a food stand district and an event plaza.

"Whoa! This place is amazing!" Huey exclaimed.

"Suddenly, I feel like I wanna shop…" Louie spoke up.

"Gee, this is making me enjoy more our day…" Dewey said.

"Too bad we have more important things to do right now." Scrooge reminded.

This area had elements that are commonly seen in every beach: palm trees, tropical flowers and seashells and starfishes in the sand. There were also some seashells carved into the walls of stone platforms as well as fish fossils and coral fossils.

"Oh, this place is neat." Huey smiled.

"Indeed." Panchito nodded. "It is the perfect place for relaxation in this beach.”

"And speaking of relaxation…" Jose noticed a green duck wearing sunglasses while relaxing on a beach chair at their left. Scrooge walks towards the green duck and playfully removes his sunglasses.

"Hey!" he exclaimed playfully while opening his eyes.

“Lad, quite relaxing.” Scrooge grab him by the arms. “We need to find that Yellow Sharp before King Zeus men beat us.”

They both head to the group are, but he notice someone is missing. “Hey! Where Donald, the other Donald, and Princess Della?” He ask.

“Right here!!!” All head toward the ducks, they all notice that the three of them aren’t wearing their royal gown, instead. They wore a casual attire.

Boy Princess Donald wore white shirt with shirt white sleeves and a collar, a pink skirt, a hot pink belt around his waist. A pink fabric that was tie around his neck. And on his feet, was a pink flat shoes. In his head was a white floppy beach hat with pink ribbon wrap around the hat. In his hand was his parasol. His parasol was pink, a hot pink ruffle on the bottom and on the top, half pink on the middle and half white on the top, a white handle with a heart-shaped.

Princess Della wore a gorgeous yellow vintage dress style. This stretch cotton halter top dress comes in a classic yellow and white pin daisy flower pattern, piped with retro white in a midcentury silhouette. A full circle swing skirt has two front patch pockets, finished with a ruffled flounce at the knee length hem. The adjustable self tie halter neck supports a faux buttoned bodice, nipped at the waist line and boasting smocked back panels for stretch and fit. In her foots was a yellow flat shoes, she tie her short hair into a high ponytail, a beautiful flower of daisy in her hair.

And Donald wore a light blue sailor outfit. This lovely ensemble, was designed with elegance and comfort in mind; the shirt buttons on to the shorts on the front and back to ensure a perfect fit and prevent shirt or shorts from sliding. The bow is pre-tied and detachable so other neckerchiefs or bowties of personal choice can be accomodated. On his head was a matching light blue sailor hat.

Panchito and Jose jaw drop, smirked as it was even better up close. Panchito reached out and pulled on Boy Princess Donald's skirt. "So tell me are you wearing any underwear under there?"

Boy Princess gasp at him as he slapped the hand away. "Stop that!" he said turning bright red. "Of course I am wearing underwear! I'm not that crazy!"

“Quit fooling around! We need to find that Yellow Sharp!” Scrooge told them.

“My Unca right you guys, there’s no time fooling around. We need to find that sharp!”

The gang nodded their head, there’s no time to fooling around. They must find that sharp before King Zeus men do. They walk through the market and they spotted a hug crown over there. Curiosity, they walk over there. They all try to see what’s going on. They went through the crowns until they reach the center. There, they spotted a tall muscular stork with flowing blonde hair. He wears a gold silk tunic, bronze bracelets and sandals.

He was appears to be juggling some heavy wooden boxes. People and tourists were taking pictures of this amazing trick they witnessed. Once he done juggling and give it to the woker gently. People start to applause at him.

A muscular Storkules took a bow as people start throwing money and coins at him. A stork pick up and put it in the old rag bag as the crowns began to leave. He notice and spotted Donald in front of him.

Donald opened his beak to speak, only to be tackled to the ground by a muscular blur.

“Donald!” They all yelped in unison. The muscular blur turned out to be an equally-muscular, toga-wearing stranger who was currently holding Donald closely and intimately to his chest. They watched, a bit helplessly, as the stranger carried Donald and threw him into the air with ease, laughing the entire time.

Sunlight glistened off of the stranger’s blonde hair, making it look as if it was pure gold. “Oh glorious day! May the Faiths sing of your safety, Best friend Donald! Sailor of the Seven Seas! I am very glad that you are okay!” His voice was joyful and had an almost sing-song quality to it. And befitting of his stature, it was very loud.

Donald, head placed between a pair of firm pecs, simply sighed. “Hiya, buddy.”

When Donald was released from the confines of the man’s beefy chest, Boy Princess Donald and Princess Della helped him up. Boy Princess Donald’s grip was tight on his shoulder. “Oh Donald, who is this?” He asked, voice slightly strained.

Donald sighed. “ Guys, this is Storkules. He’s my best friend.”

The man turned around after aquatinting himself with the boys and the old man telling them that he’s glad to see them all healthy and safe, having picked them up as well a bit in a more gentler matter. He gave his full attention to the group of four he did recognize, his figure casting a large shadow over them. “My! Friend Panchito! Friend Jose! Friend Della! And friend….. Donald!?!? Good graces!” An over dramatic gasp escaped Storkules’ beak. “There are two of them!!!”

Donald let out a sight. “Why don’t we get something to eat. I will tell you everything what happen buddy.” Donald pat Storkules on the back. They began heading toward the restaurant.

“So you’re telling me that we are in a strange world of Mushroom World? And there are dimensional version of us in this world isn’t Best friend Donald?” Storkules ask to Donald.

“Yes,” Donald answer back. “That’s correction and we need to find all of the Rainbow Star Crystal Sharps so Professor Gyro, the one in this world, to power up the machine so we can go home.” The sailor duck continued.

“I see,” Storkules rub his chin with his finger. “May I join you best friend Donald? You need someone who can defeat those enemies who dare try to hurt us!” Storkules flex his muscle biceps.

“Sure,” Boy Princess Donald reply with a smile on his face. “You can come with us. But there’s problems. You seen, we need to find a Yellow Sharp. According to the map, it say that the Yellow Sharp is location somewhere in this beach. But we don’t know where it is.”

“I think there someone who can help us. You see, as I was exploring this strange new world. I bump into a woman, she was wearing a shirt turtleneck with two pink sleeves with white lining, a pink pant with pink shoes. I believe her name is Goldie. She is the most incredible explore I met. Come on, I will show you all where she is.”

They all got up and follow Storkules as they all head to Goldie place. Leaving Scrooge McDuck shock.

“Goldie... My Goldie...?”

#ducktales 2017 #mariotales au #across another dimension #across another dimension fanfic #super caballeros #super caballeros fanfic #fanfic

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dollface13bish-blog · 5 years

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Tom Holland x Ballerina! Reader (Part 1)

Tom Holland x Ballerina! Reader

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It was a long tiring day of Pirouettes and Grande Jeté for Tom, he agreed to do a short video with a very kind young man call Joel, a short film of Joel's story of his path in ballet learning it from Africa to England... It was a powerful and great documentary and thought it wasn't very long in a video it took hours of filming and Tom was honestly beyond exhausted.

The crew and director told him it was a wrap and they can all go home already, as much fun as Tom had to film the video he was eager to head home after the long day of spinning and flipping in a dance studio then to see Tessa and just lay on the bed doing nothing.

He packed his bag and took his phone out then headed out the door looking around his surroundings making sure it was clear of people for him to walk while looking at his phone and when it was he immediately went to Twitter then looked at the messages he received while he was filming, as he was taking a turn from the hallway to go to the staircase at the end of it he noticed a bunch of younger kids probably aged 5 to 10 were crowding around that one room looking at something.

Tom's presence wasn't noticed since the kids were way too distracted by something that was going on in that room and as he got closer he heard a piece of melodic music playing that he wasn't familiar with, he stopped behind the kids who were blocking him from getting closer to see the scene but fortunately he was taller than all of them giving him a clear view from his height, and quite honestly the view he got was beyond what he imagined.

In that room there was only one person, a girl with (H/C) hair that was tied into a tight bun with a few strands of hair out framing her face, she wore a black camisole leotard that had it's straps 'X' at the back, she had black stockings worn underneath with pink pointe shoes on her feet.

There she danced elegantly, her body moved with the music like her body was a river moving with the flow...he can see all her curves arch and stretch as she goes on pointe or leap with her fitting leotard that hugged her body beautifully, there wasn't a single fault at all as she moved...when the chorus hits she went into 'Attitude' position before twirling and flying into a leap landing gracefully before continuing going across the floor with Pique Turns, she was continuing ready to leap again but Tom missed it when a dance teacher came looking for the children, the kids gave their whines and upset pouts as the teacher came and told them it's time for their class to start and they dragged their feet back and started saying how they wanted to see the entire dance and how amazing it was, the teacher looked in the studio and gave a small smile as she looked at the dance display and said to Tom without looking at him

"Beautiful isn't it, every move...every leap... everything, even her...is gorgeous."

The woman said in a thick African accent, Tom then rips his attention off and chuckles embarrassed by how enchanted he was by the girls dance as he responded

"Yeah... It is very beautiful, and so is she..."

He said whisperings the last part hoping the lady didn't hear that but of course she did,

"Well..."

She paused and grazed her fingers across her box braids bun making sure it's neat in place

"She has been working hard for the big performance for months... wouldn't hurt to give a review, sure she'll feel more relaxed hearing a nice comment."

The lady smiled and walked off to her class, Tom didn't get to ask if that was okay to go in there and all that came out of his mouth was

"O-okay."

She made her turn across the hallway and Tom breathed out and looked back into the room with the mysterious girl dancing, she went into fifth position and did small spins across and stood at one leg pointe with her other leg up as high up as she can so it'll look like a split, she paused there as the music drum rolled intensely like she was waiting for the bass to drop so she can do an epic leap into the air but while she was in position Tom took note of her face and how she maintained it's calmness while in a very uncomfortable and painful position, it was so unreal how she could look so alluring and graceful...

The dance ended after the girl was in final position and gave a courtesy bow facing the mirror, Tom couldn't help but clap and the girls' eyes moved to look at the door from the mirror where Tom stood, she smiled kindly and walked to her bag at the mirror side grabbing her water bottle

"I didn't realize I had an audience...or rather a spectator, would've turned around while bowing courtesy."

She said as she drank her water while she had her leg on a bar to stretch her joints and muscles

"Oh er...I was just passing by and I saw a bunch of kids...so I came by and saw you dance..."

Tom didn't really know what to say, he was usually fine with talking to strangers but he didn't know why this particular girl made him so nervous and flustered, she, on the other hand, was calm and smooth the entire time

"Well... the kids do that often, sometimes they even try to follow which ends up being a large mess but I'm glad to see them with such determination and motivation."

She said sincerely, as she thought of the kids that come look at her dance every now and then

"Yeah...it is to see young kids look up to you and be inspired by you to pursue their dreams, makes all the hard work feel worth it."

Tom agreed, meaning every word he said... finally, he wasn't stuttering he though

"Exactly, well it was really nice meeting you...see you around?"

"Y-yea...I guess."

The girl had her leg off the bar and got on the floor stretching out her joints, Tom was a bit upset that he didn't know what other kinds of conversation to make with this girl without sounding like he was trying too hard so he turned and walked down the hallway to the exit but the weird urge in his gut to just turn around and say something, a voice in his head was just screaming that if he doesn't say something now he is gonna regret it, probably his conscience speaking or... yelling.

Suddenly his body moved on its own and he was walking...then fast walking...the running back to room as his heart was pounding out of his chest, he held the door to stop running as the girl was starting her music but heard loud and fast footsteps that stopped outside her door and turned around to look at that boy from before panting with his hands on his knees, she gave a surprise expression...before she can think of a reason why he was back here he blurted out

"You'reaverybeautifuldancer."

He blurted out so quickly it was barely audible but the girl understood what he said...but being a bit of a tease she pretended she didn't get that, she stopped what she was doing and got up walked gracefully to the boy with quiet steps stopping in front of him, she was shorter than him by a few inches so she looked up to look him in the eye...that made him a bit red but he didn't avert eye contact, instead he returned it.

Tom was far from embarrassed by his move but so far saw that she had no creeped out or disgusted expression, instead she got up and walked gracefully towards him...how is it that even by walking she can look so majestic he wondered, she stopped right in front of him their faces inches apart because of height difference, her eyes stared into his like she was trying to figure out something in him and he too couldn't get his eyes off hers, her eyes were a beautiful shade of (E/C) and they were shining with the light coming from the large window at the side of the studio, she had a very alluring scent that he can sort of make out, it was vanilla rose...with something else he couldn't point out.. honestly, he felt like a creep noticing these things but he couldn't help it, something about her was just so... uniquely beautiful

The silence between them was broken when she spoke in a gentle melodic tone...it was soft almost like a whisper just for him to hear and Tom swore he forgot how to breathe for a sec

"Say that again...I didn't catch it."

"Er... I-I said you were beautiful- NO- You're not beautiful, your dance was incredibly beautiful- NO WAIT, T-that's not what I mean, I don't mean you're not beautiful you are beautiful but I meant to say you-I MEAN, YOUR dance is beautiful and so are you. Your dance AND you are both exquisitely gorgeous..."

If there was an open window behind Tom right now he swore he will jump right out of it, he tried to play it cool but nope... his completely flustered expression and stuttering got the best of him, his eyes were squint shut as he was ready to get scoffed at for saying 'You're not beautiful' or maybe even slapped in the face but it for some reason neither happened so he opened one eye and saw the girl still there with a stoic face but suddenly she snorted and lets out a giggle then a loud laughter, it was extremely adorable, her laughter was pretty contagious but Tom couldn't laugh yet as he still felt like a fool

"Y-You..haha, are so cute...HAHAHA, oh my gosh... but thank you."

She said unable to control her laughter and cracked at the end from laughing, she wipes off a laugh tear coming out and saw how red Tom turned the moment she said he was cute and continued the laughter

"You're so sweet... honestly that was so kind and thoughtful to say, I needed some comments on the recital but I didn't want to spoil the dance for them on the actual date itself...so thank you."

She was still a bit giggly but was calmer and finally, Tom was able to chuckle out in relief that the girl didn't hate him or find him odd

"You're welcome...it was all honest words so keep up the great work... Ms...?..."

He didn't know her name...7 minutes he spent enthralled by her dance and 5 minutes he spent trying to talk to her like a normal human being...12 minutes in total and he didn't even ask for her name...now that's a bit embarrassing especially now when he tries to use it

"Oh goodness, where are my etiquettes...how rude of me, well my name is Y/N, Y/N L/N and you are..."

"Oh er, Tom Holland."

He thought her name was beautiful, it rolls off the tongue and it really matched her beauty and elegance

"Tom Holland... your name sounds familiar...do I know you?"

She had her thumb on her lip in a thinking motion as if she were trying to remember where she heard it before but Tom helped out

"Er... I'm actually an actor so you may have seen me in a few films.."

"Films? I don't watch a lot of movies unfortunately but I think that I may have seen one you were in... Were you in 'Heart of the sea' ?"

Tom wasn't really expecting people to remember him through that film, not since he became Spiderman

"... Yeah, yeahhh, that was 4 years ago..."

"It was a wonderful film...very powerful, inspired by the story Moby Dick, classic tale, you were great in it, really captured the expression and feels of the story, it's a real talent"

Tom blushed at that comment...Y/N liked his acting and thought he was talented,

"So what other films were you in?"

She headed back into the room and Tom followed behind, looking around the studio and all the mirror in front of them

"There was...'The impossible'...I was 15, and...my favourite role was being Spiderman."

He said proudly, Y/N turned around and looked at him.

"You play Spiderman?"

That really made Tom's heart dropped a bit,

"I, unfortunately, don't watch superhero movies or anything like comics or action films cause...being a ballerina I watch more French films or just ballet performances than anything in the world, but honestly if I had to choose a superhero... it'll be Spiderman."

Y/N said honestly, she had to watch Spiderman when she used to watch her nephew and though she wasn't exactly interested in the film she did think Spiderman was a very interesting and righteous character, but Spiderman she watched was played by Andrew Garfield,

"Oh, so you like Spiderman more?"

Tom asked eagerly, quite ecstatic to hear her favourite was the character he was playing

"Yeah, you know use to watch my nephew and little boys love superheroes so ended up watching shit loads of DC and Marvel films, Superman, wonder woman, Ironman, Captain America, Thor, Spiderman...you know the lot."

"Yeah, so who did your nephew like most?"

"Honestly, he loved Ironman, probably cause Ironman gets to fly and has a cool suit."

Y/N chuckled at that thought how her nephew fanboys over Ironman and how he flipped out when he got an action figure of it

"Hahaha, of course...kids love Ironman."

Tom thought it was adorable, he loved Ironman and Robert Downey Junior growing up so he was as much as a fanboy as her nephew, they had a little laugh together and talked a bit more but soon Tom had to go and Y/N had to practice,

"Well...it was nice meeting you."

Y/N goes first and Tom gives a half smile

"Yea...nice meeting you too."

Tom gives a wave and turns to head for the door as Y/N watches, he looked a bit disappointed like he wanted to hang out a bit more and honestly, Y/N kinda wanted to as well but she has to rehearse,

"Wait!"

Y/N called out stopping Tom in his tracks and he turned around a bit too fast

"I was thinking...since you saw my rehearsal, would... you like to see the actual performance."

She suggested with a hopeful smile and Tom blushed and said

"P-performance? Yours, well er, I- yeah, YEAH. I'm sure since there's no filming- yeah I can go, *cough*."

He stuttered out trying his best to sound smooth

"Great... Glad to hear that, so what's your number."

"My, my what?"

Y/N chuckled at his surprised reaction

"Number...I going to have to send you the location... details, tickets."

She raised an eyebrow like it was obvious and chuckled as she finished her sentence and Tom turned completely red from that, he passed her his phone as she puts her number in and his into hers

"And maybe if you'd like you could ask me out and we could go to the after party together..."

"Yes! I mean *cough*, yeah sure... Will you go to the after with me?"

Y/N laughed at his sweet 'Invitation' as she closes the distance between them leaning towards him as their noses almost touch from her being on Tip toes

"Yes, I'll go with you."

Giving him a soft peck on the cheek and turned back to play her music and goes into starting position,

"See you on the big day, Tom ."

She says as the song plays and she starts to dance,

"Yeah see you...Y/N."

He touches the side of the cheek that Y/N kissed and makes a turn and was out of her sight, and he started jumping up and down exclaiming 'YES!' under his breath as he strolled down the staircase, he may look kinda stupid with his big goofy grin, his hand on his cheek and holding his phone to his chest like it was his child but he didn't mind, he was way to buoyant to care.

....

Fast forward to that night Tom can't stop thinking about Y/N, he looked at his phone and her number wanting to send a text or maybe just call but kept having this weird anxiety chanting inside his head saying stuff like

'You're way too forward.'

'She'll probably be creeped out if you call.'

'C' mon she just invited you to a performance what did you think she meant?'

'She knew you from a role where you were playing just a lanky boy.'

Oh does he hate having these feels and thoughts overcome him when all he wants to do is to text someone, he has text tons of people but damn this was stressful...he even believed that texting Queen Elizabeth II would be easier than this.

But finally he lay on his bed a wrote a simple 'Hey.' in the messaging box and looked at it for minutes...is that too little? Or too much? And he decided to make it less awkward and stiff so he added a smiling emoji, he looked at the text for another 5 minutes and finally said fuck it and sent the text, he threw his phone to his side and covered his face with his hands and threw his head back and groaned in agony immediately regretting everything he's done but suddenly his phone's messaging tone rang and he fell off his bed and grabbed his phone quickly opening it to see it was a reply from Y/N.

Y/N was at home and just finished her shower and was in a comfortable white cotton robe, she got on the couch with ice packs on her legs after her hours of rehearsal, she switched on the television with a bowl of soup on her hand and laid on her side having her hand be a head support as she switches the channels trying to find something interesting to watch... Times like these make her wish she didn't live alone in her apartment... she's got all this space and an amazing view of the city from where she sat but still...all this and all her friends yet she still felt the silence echoing through her hallways... Suddenly she got on the certain channel and saw the new Spiderman trailer, usually she would've skipped it but she didn't, maybe cause the a certain someone was behind that Spiderman mask and like she thought it was him, the boy that 'asked' her to the ballet after party, he was insanely adorable in his suit and the way he spoke in his Queens accent and thought of him speaking just now in his British accent... she'll hand it to him that he nailed the accent and the moves,

"... Spiderman homecoming, catch it in theatre on July 7th..."

The trailer finished and she chuckled at the thought of that adorable guy she just met fighting crime in a spider suit, suddenly her phone's message ringtone went off and she raised an eyebrow...a message at this time? All her friends were probably sleeping but she's still awake so she shouldn't be weirded out, it was a message by Spiderman himself, she grinned and opened the text

'Hey😊'

She thought for a second and responded

'Hi☺️'

She typed and send, bit down on her nails and waited for a reply.

Tom read her response and it was a 'Hi' with a smiling emoji but a smaller smiling one, what to write now? He then decided to be more chill and relax and ask about what she did after he left

Tom: 'So, how was dance after I left?'

A few seconds later a reply came

Y/N: 'Great, your comment made me feel better and I can say it went smoothly.'

Tom: 'That's amazing, glad to hear that it made you feel better.'

Y/N: 'Well...what about you, is the night going well for you.'

Tom chuckled at that and replied easily

Tom: 'Yeah well, Typical night as always, With the dog, Watching TV and snacking on stuff I shouldn't be snacking on late at night, you?'

Y/N: 'Well I guess almost same as you, except no dog, no chips, with ice packs on my legs and you're in it, but TV is a yeah.'

The two talked for hours through the night about everything, favourite dance, favourite food and movies, Tom talked about the time he was mistaken Robert Downey Juniors stunt double to be him and Y/N on the time she did a leap to far and jumped off stage landing on her teacher, they both had a great night just texting on the bed...it just felt like they were beside each other.

....

The day came, the big dance performance, it was two weeks after Tom met Y/N and now he's in front of a mirror dressed up for the performance, he was in a 2 piece grey checkered suit and inside he was a white turtle neck that was a perfect fit on his body, his hair was combed neatly and he looked at his entire self-thinking

'Am I overdressed?'

'Do I look like I'm trying too hard?'

He wondered but he really didn't want to show up being underdressed cause it'll look as if he didn't really care how he looked in front of her, he's been texting her every day since they've exchanged numbers and by now he was sure he had a crush on her but he really didn't have the guts to tell her and scare her off... And even if he did finally typed something a bit more flirty she would flirt back or be very smooth and play it off...did she not like him? He didn't know but whether she likes him or not he definitely wanted to see her performance...the first time he saw it charmed him off his feet and now here he stood pondering whether Y/N likes him or not and whether or not he's overdressed.

Tom looks back at the rose bouquet on the table wrapped in white with a red bow, inside writing a letter for Y/N to read and he sigh...will she realize how he felt and reject him, he didn't know but he was definitely giving them to her, he looked beside the Bouquet and saw his clock, '7:30' shit...the performance starts at 8:00 and he spent 30 minutes just looking at the same outfit, he grabbed the Bouquet and tickets then ran out of the door and hailed the nearest cab when he reached the side of the road, luckily he got one.

Y/N was already at the dance theatre at 3 to get ready, from early rehearsal to prepping the younger kids with their hair and makeup since they went before her to start the show, she made sure the music was right then at 5 she started getting ready, her makeup was just foundation, her eyebrows, some redx brown eyeshadow and gold on the lids and inner corner of the eye, a simple wing liner, mascara, light contour, blush and cherry red lipstick...she looked in the mirror and she has to admit she looked ethereal like, she had a tight low bun with golden pieces on it like leaves and gold flowers than on her head was a golden crown with a charm dangling in the centre of her head between her curtain fringe, her dress was all white with a sweetheart neckline and two arm bracelets that had white fabric attached with another arm bracelet below so it looks like two puffy sleeves on her arms, she wore a gorgeous white tutu that had golden chains and detailing on them and red gems and crystals attached on it, the detailing was similar to the pattern on her dress top and to finish off her outfit was her white Pointe shoes...like that she was ready to go on stage, but before she left her room her phone rang and she checked it...it was a message from Tom, she opened it and saw an adorable selfie of him on the front seat in the dance theatre and caption was

'Excited for the performance 😆!'

His Express was like the emoji he sent and it was so precious, she texted him back with a picture of her pointe shoes and wrote

'Well, you won't be disappointed.😬'

She puts her phone down and goes on stage... wondering if she could see Tom from where she'll perform.

The curtains drew open and there was a bunch of kids in dancing together...12 to be exact, 12 little girls dancing in sync to a beautiful song and Tom watched fascinated and after a few minutes they dispersed and went behind the curtain and another 12 older girls came out and joined hands as they were lined in a large circle, Tom later looked closer and saw Y/N, all the girls had the same dance but it seemed like Y/N part was more important...she danced better than all the girls he thought but of course didn't say and judging by the audience eyes he believe they thought the same since they paid more attention to her. The performance went on with the 12 girls on stage dancing then the set changed with more people coming in and Y/N stood in the middle of the stage while everyone else had a partner dancing around her, suddenly lights dimmed and only a source of light landed on her then on someone, a man dressed in all black came in the picture and walked to Y/N, everyone around them looked afraid of him except for the character Y/N played, he gave her his hand to dance and she accepted it, the two had a dance duet together with the light mostly on them with dark intense music playing, Y/N did a bunch of hard dangerous leaps, pointes and Pirouettes but she didn't flinch or stumble...she danced Beautifully.

Tom simply couldn't stop looking at her, the way she moved and the elegance she had...was marvellous, the ending of the performance was Y/N solo, it was the same dance Tom saw when he passed her door a week ago, exactly the same and he saw how everyone was just as enchanted by her dance...the white and gold backdrop and beautiful light shining on her...she looked like a goddess, she was literally shining like an Angel and Tom thought he liked her...no, he has fallen deep for her.

The end of the dance Y/N joined hands with the guy she danced and beside her was everyone she shared the stage with, they bowed as the crowd veered and Y/N looked around and spotted Tom in the front seat, one of the spectators that stood up to clap and her smile got wider and waved at him, he returned the wave and the curtains draw...he then went to the backstage and showed the guards the pass and they let him in, he passed by dancers and makeup artist, people who helped with the performance or was in the performance in general,saw him and started whispering,

'Is that Tom Holland?'

'Isn't that the guy that played Spiderman?'

'What is Tom Holland doing here.'

Tom didn't mind since he was used to it but he really couldn't find Y/N room and he asked one of the girls

"Hey..er do you know where I can find Y/N's room?"

She nodded without saying a thing like she has seen a ghost and pointed at it,

"Oh, thanks."

He thanked her and went off and he swore he heard her squeal and her friends were crowding around her asking her what he said or what happened, Tom got to her room and knocked on the door,

"Who is it?"

That was her voice

"Er...it's me, Tom."

There was a pause and the door opened and revealed Y/N, she had her bun removed but her crown was still on, she smiled and let him in

"Please come in, take a seat at the couch, sorry it's so messy."

She apologized and went to get a glass of water but Tom stopped her by tapping on her shoulder

"I- I ahem, I got these for you."

He handed the beautiful bouquet and Y/N looked surprised, her eyes glowed and she covered her mouth with one hand before removing them to hold the bouquet with both her hands

"Tom...t-these are..*Chuckle* these are beautiful, oh my gosh thank you I love them."

She hugged him and he was shocked but returned it gleefully, she puts the flowers on her vanity and took the letter out going to read it but Tom stopped her

"WAIT, er read that when you are alone please.."

Y/N grinned and raised an eyebrow and said

"Why? Did you write me a love confession?"

Tom didn't say anything but blush at that, Y/N laughed and said

"Just kidding, ok I'll read it when I get home but now, I need to get ready for the after party everyone will be there."

She goes behind a white privacy screen and starts changing and Tom just sat there looking around then he hears the dress fall to the ground and sees Y/N silhouette from the screen, she was definitely naked now and he looked away feeling embarrassed and like a perv...he shouldn't be gawking at her thought but his eyes wouldn't stop going back to look, every part of her body her curves and all can he seemed through her silhouette and damn was her body beautiful... she wore a two-piece from what he can tell, the top was long sleeve with and puffed out at her elbow then a puffy organza skirt, she came out and he saw the colour was Blue and Gold, it was simply breathtaking especially since it was on her, she removed her cherry red lipstick and has gloss on instead, puts her heels on and looks at Tom smiling,

"Let's go."

Tom gets up and puts his arm out for Y/N to hold on and she did, they walked out of the room as they go down the hallway of staff and dancers as they broke out in louder whispers but they didn't care, Y/N and Tom got into the Cab that was to bring them to the party and they left the dance theatre, they were going to come back after the party anyways.

....

When they arrived and entered the room Y/N was immediately greeted by her ex-judges, teachers, dance mates and everyone, it seemed like she was pretty well known in this room and people turn and see the Tom Holland with her and they ask for autographs and start asking why he's here and he just answers truthfully that he was here with Y/N as her friend... It felt a bit sour saying friend he thought.

The party was going well, a bit dancing, drinking, eating and mingling around and at one point Tom dragged Y/N to the dance floor as they dance to Lean on by Major Lazer and it was intense, at first Y/N was slightly stiff but once she got a hang of it she was pretty good and got in sync with Tom as they partied and danced another 3 or 4 songs before going to Y/N's best friend Yvonne to play never have I ever drink edition.

"Okay okay *Laughs* Never have I ever... leapt way too far off of the stage and onto a teacher."

Nobody drank and laughed at that, who on earth has done that they wondered and suddenly Y/N downed a shot and everyone roared of laughter.

"NO WAY!"

"GIRL NO, YOU DIDN'T."

"HOLY FUCK WHEN."

the comments came flooding in as they laughed their heads off and Y/N explained what happened in a very fast story and it was her turn to call the shots, she looks at Tom and smirk,

"Never have I ever... mistaken a celebrity for his Stunt double."

Everyone looked at each other and laugh... who's guilty this time and Tom embarrassed downed his drink, everyone lost it immediately and asked who it was and when he said Robert Downey Junior they started rolling on the floor, it was an insanely fun night and probably the best Tom had in a long time.

The party was ending soon with everyone just sitting around and talking or drinking so Y/N went out to get some fresh air and Tom followed, they walked around the large balcony and looked at the moon and they start talking about strange theories they have like how some humans are disguised as aliens and live among us or just some other weird stuff, suddenly Y/N tiredness kicked in her legs went weaker... dancing and not taking a rest can really turn your legs all jelly and her legs just stopped working and she fell on Tom's chest,

"So the thing is I swear I saw someone talking gibberi- woah!"

"Oh, hey! I got you."

He held her waist and her hands on his arms grabbing on for support, she looked down to her feet and saw her foot twisted slightly causing her to wince in pain,

"Ow...ow, damn these heels."

She complained and Tom laughed, finally she looked forward and made eye contact with Tom...they were just inches apart and she could feel his breath on her face, She felt her cheeks heat only slightly while Tom...was cherry red,

"Yo- you need to sit down."

He breaks the silence and Y/N agrees by nodding and mouthing a 'yeah', he helped her to the balcony ledge that was very broad so it was safe and she leaned on the statue on the ledge, Tom got down and check her foot and held it to get a closer look,

"You'll be fine, it's not that serious."

"Yeah... I've had days like these, just need some massaging and icing and I'll be good to go."

She said thinking about all the times she sprained and twisted her ankle...she has already lost count, Tom finally got up and was taller than her since she was sitting down, suddenly he laughed and Y/N looked at him confused,

"What's so funny?"

"Just the face you made like you're recalling all the time you hurt yourself and losing count of how many times it's happened."

He continues laughing and Y/N gives an angry pout and playfully smacks his arm but she almost lost balance almost falling off the ledge, luckily Tom was fast and grabbed her waist,

"Fuck, Y/N you need to be more careful."

"I jumped off a stage so you know... but still thanks."

Their eyes made contact again, Y/N looking up since sitting where she was made her short and Tom was grabbing her waist to make sure she doesn't fall off but now he can't seem to let go,

"Tom...why don't you have a girlfriend."

Y/N said in that same quiet and gentle tone that sounded like a whisper just for him...never leaving eye contact instead deepening it

"... You've asked me many questions but I've yet to ask you any...I'll answer you after you answer mine..."

Tom said in the same tone and Y/N kept quiet... But gave a look that said okay

"Why don't you have a boyfriend..."

He asked nervously hoping that didn't sound weird

"Because...no one understood that my life... isn't just for them...I love the stage...I love the pain of standing in those pointe shoes...I love ballet, but none of them understood that... None of them knew that being a performer I have divided priorities... They want me to pick but I can't... I'll never."

The silence sunk in...Tom sort of gets it, being a celebrity and trying to be just a normal person doing normal things wasn't easy... having a relationship was hard since they always want you to be around 24/7 but obviously Tom can't... cameras, premieres, they will always be around... He can never choose one over the other but for Y/N...he believed he'll give up acting to be with her,

"Now you...why don't you have a girlfriend..."

Y/N leaned in as their foreheads almost touch and so did Tom... helping close the distance,

"Cause...I haven't found the one..."

Y/N stopped moving forward and averted eye contact by looking down,

"Until now."

Tom finished and leaned closer, Y/N looked into his eyes again and she knew she shouldn't kiss him... not now not ever...she knew she didn't want to lose another relationship...she was used to it not working out but with Tom...she didn't want to lose it at all but he was too magnetic... pulling her into his charm, this moment this very moment...she fell for him knowing how she couldn't...

The distance closed between them and their lips brushed across each other before it collided...it felt like a firework started in their chest feeling a spark between them the moment touched, it was a gentle and simple kiss that was moving without a second of hesitation or awkward pauses... it was perfect, his lips fit perfectly on hers as he pulled her closer and her hand brushed across his face pulling him closer...their lips in sync as they kissed under the Moonlight...

The kiss ended and their foreheads were on each other, Y/N hands on Tom's chest feeling his heartbeat and Tom's hand on her waist whilst the other was on the back of her neck...it must have slid up from her back as he tried to pull her closer...

"We shouldn't do this..."

Y/N said quietly,

"Why not..."

Tom stepped closer didn't look at him...so many reasons why they can't be together...and not one she can say...or is capable of saying...she couldn't say a word, is she can freeze him she would want to stay in this moment forever... never has she ever felt so much for a man like Tom or felt such energy immersed from her when kissing someone...

She looks at him in the eye and stares at it like she was looking at the universe for the first time and shuts them close gently... This may be the last time she'll allow herself this close to him so she had to take in the moment.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction

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leswansong · 5 years

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Chapter Fifteen - Adrinette April - Notes for You

Day 15 - Love Rivals

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AN: Poems at the end again...

Valentines Day, The day he had been patiently waiting for, the day he had planned for, he would wait until lunch to slip the roses and note into her locker, most people would hand out their cards before lunch leaving his the last to arrive, he wouldn’t have to worry about someone else pushing a card through the small metal grates knocking over his little set up, there was still a slim chance it may happen but the odds were in his favour, his last 4 notes gave her little hints about himself, he hoped yesterday’s note would narrow down her list but keep her guessing long enough until after lunch for her to see the final note. It had taken him several hours to get the black ink from his fingers and he had to rewrite it several times because it wasn’t perfect, it was the last letter, the envelope was larger, it was go big or go home at this point, he took one final look at the words before pushing it into the prepared envelope, he had stolen his father’s wax seal kit several weeks before and purchased some pastel pink wax to go with it, he carefully lit the tea light and held the wax over it watching it slowly melt, then he poured the wax onto the page and pressed down with the stamp, his family crest was firmly imprinted into the now dry wax only just visible in the morning sunlight. He took extra care when placing the pink rose in the strong tin metal box, he needed to keep it hidden until he could deliver it.

Marinette was unsure, Thursday, February 14th or more commonly known as Valentine’s Day, the last letter would arrive today, his hints hadn’t been helpful at narrowing who he was and she really didn’t know if she was going to go ahead with the plans she had tried to make for Chat and her. Her heart had left her confused, she wanted to get to know the boy who had managed to sweep her off her feet with loving and kind words of poems and telling her more and more about himself in the little notes he had left and the end, she lived now to see the little notes at the end of the poems to find out more about her secret Valentine, but the other was still tightly pulling her towards her partner, the sweet kind boy who even though she stuttered never pushed her to finish her sentences faster, he waited, never interrupting her. Chat was more than kind to her, he had put himself in more danger than he should have on more than one occasion, they were the only times she had to restrain herself from ever striking him for his foolishness, she wanted to kick and scream and tell him that he couldn’t be doing such dangerous stunts without thinking what it would do to her, how she hated seeing even the smallest of cuts across his pale face, but her Partner was interested in another, it didn’t stop her from trying though. Marinette collapse back into bed today was probably the toughest day of her life, how would she choose between the two.

The Black hair with blue frosted tips, Luka Coffine, she just had to bump into him, she really wanted to get to her locker to see if Day 14 had arrived.

“Hey Marinette, It’s nice to see you,” he wasted no time skipping the small talk, “Look I was wondering if you would like to watch a movie with me sometime, it’ll be great just the two of us…”

The way the sentence trailed off unnerved her a little, but Luka… She never knew he liked her, was he the one leaving the letters in her locker, he had been hanging around it lately roughly around when they would appear but Julika’s locker as nearby so he could have been waiting for her. He had black hair matching one of her hints and the others seemed to fit him, she would have to file that one away for later right now she had to be kind and sweet Marinette not ‘I’m trying to find out who’s been leaving me letters for the past 13 days and you might be him,’ Marinette. So she smiled told him that she was unfortunately busy with her parents with a non-existent wedding that needed an absurd number of baked goods and that she wouldn’t be available for the next few days.

“That’s too bad maybe some other time than?”

She nodded her head and said goodbye continuing to her locker only to be greeted with disappointment, No day 14 yet, she grabbed hold of the books she needed and headed up towards class.

No, No, No. How could he have been that silly, of course, Luka liked her that's why he was asking questions about her, Adrien wanted nothing more than to go back in time and slap his younger self, and the clues… He would fit the clues he had left behind for her, Sport - rowing, Plays and instrument - Guitar, Likes Jagged stone, has Black hair or green eyes, O God, his plan was falling apart, he needed to fix it. No… No… The letter, The letter, he had to deliver the letter and rose before lunch, it was the last step, he didn’t have to worry about the other guys, he had seen Nathaniel try to slip his card into her locker just before class, just because Luka hadn’t played his cards yet didn’t mean his plan was ruined, he had time to fix the new creases in the silk cloth, they just had to be ironed out a little that's all. ‘You can fix this Adrien,’ he needed to stay positive just because there were other rivals and one or two he didn’t count on didn’t mean he wouldn’t come out on top today.

Nathaniel, he was a shy artist, someone Marinette didn’t talk to much because he turned practically turned into her when she is around her partner but that was beside the point, she had seen him with a white envelope this morning and hers had yet to be delivered, she went over the clues in her head and the poems they had come with.

Black hair or green eyes,

Enjoy’s harry potter, (the poem would suggest a book reader)

He plays an instrument,

Participates in extra activities sport, (which one she did not one)

Listens to Jagged Stone enough to know his more obscure songs,

Neat handwriting, although it could be practised

And somehow knows her locker combo but nobody has seen anyone open or shut her locker but herself.

Nathaniel didn’t exactly match up to this list, so it was a no… but she didn’t know him that well maybe he did do all that stuff in his spare time.

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Marinette lazily opened her locker, she was actively listening to the story Alix was currently telling and didn’t notice the envelope.

“So there I was-“

“Marinette!” her Kwami urgently whispered, “The Letter!”

She looked over, a Pale pink rose sat in her locker a bow had been tied to the stem in the same colour she gently lifted it out of her locker, the stem had no trace of any thorns as if they had been carefully taken off, she brought it to her nose breathing in the sweet aroma before setting it back down to read her final letter, her friends were now the furthest thing from her mind

A Pink rose is for the one,

Where love has blossomed and bloomed,

Where passion and purity,

With love and peace,

Combines and grows,

That brings forth the Pink rose,

Of the Red rose,

And of the White Rose,

When both entwine,

Comes the Pink rose,

For all the blushing brides,

When the proposal is asked,

With the Pink rose as a sign,

Is one asking another,

In love and loves first

Red and White,

That all will show,

And carry a wedding bouquet,

Are all the Blushing brides to be,

For the Pink rose if for the one,

Where love has blossomed and bloomed,

Representing passion and purity,

That has love and peace,

Combining and growing,

From two different in colour,

One extreme to another,

From the Red and the White,

That combine,

And show true love,

A Pink rose evolves,

Showing true love,

It shows in its splendour of Pink,

For the blushing bride to be,

So to say,

'I do',

When the question is popped,

On this Valentines Day,

Valentine's Day,

A day of proposals,

Where it is asked,

From one to another,

'Will you be mine',

From this Valentine's Day,

On to,

The next,

And,

The next,

And,

Thereafter.

-Ellen Ni Bheachain

By now Princess I hope you know who I am, I’ve tried for a very long time to tell you how I feel none of these attempts never seemed to work, so I tried a different approach. The brazen pickup lines, at first I thought they were working but I quickly realised that they made me come off as less genuine as if I thought this was a game. Marinette I… I Have loved you since we stood out in that rainstorm and the umbrella closed around you, you were the first person to make me laugh in a very long time and it was effortless, I soon found a lot more to love, too many to count, my heart at times feels as if its going to leap out of my chest and run a marathon when I’m around you and I understand… I understand if you don’t feel the same way but I had to tell you, I couldn’t keep this hidden anymore, so please don’t keep me waiting, whether its returned feelings or heartbreak I face I need to know so please find me with haste Princess it has been a painful 14 days…

-Your Secret Valentine, Adrien Agreste

She had to go, screw plans with Alya and everyone else she... she had to go, she had to go see her Chaton, he probably assumed she had forgotten the nickname he had given her on her rooftop and… no she could think about this later she could think about how her partner had been sitting next to her for nearly over 3 weeks now and how blind she was, she just needed to go, she grabbed her purse and took of towards the little red dot on her map, her best friend yelled but she ignored her, she ran, she ran faster than she thought she ever had her excitement pushing her over the edge, her heart had been torn between two and they were now one, they weren’t competing against each other for her heart, she didn’t have to choose which one she wanted more, in a few short minutes she saw the outline of the Saint Lazare Train Station, the clock sitting in the centre screaming the time at her reminding her he was waiting.

A flash went off inside the building and she saw him, “Adrien!” She pushed her legs to go further and faster, she needed them to go faster, “Adrien!” Why did his latest photoshop have to be here, a busy crowded train station, she kept pushing herself to go faster, “Adrien!” she yelled again she could hear her own desperation in her voice.

The blond mop of hair she had been following disappeared into the crowd of people, he didn’t seem to have heard her panicked cries for him. She started to hyperventilate her excitement was now gone, the crowd grew larger and larger around her, men and women hurried past trying to get to their train or work, she sunk to the floor cradling her head in her lap trying to remember the phrase she used to say in her head to calm herself down. She rocked back and forth, she needed to remain calm so her mind did the first thing it could, sing. She hummed a tune she couldn’t remember where it had come from only that it was bringing her comfort. Her ears were ringing, she couldn’t hear anything but her humming, the sound of the feet around her was non-existent to her ears, she was being swallowed, she couldn’t breathe, she needed to get out, she needed… she needed...

“Marinette… Marinette, shhh, I’m here, shh, princess, I’m here.”

His voice slowly faded in through her thoughts, his arms wrapped around her slim frame and lifted her up and out of the suffocating crowd, she clung tightly to him afraid to let go afraid to go back to the fast-moving crowd. He continued to whisper his soothing words calming her even more than the freedom of the crowd.

When her mind fog cleared, she was sitting on a park bench, she could hear the birds in the giant oak tree branches above her chirping away, there was the distant sound of the city but they weren’t close, the green Kikuyu grass tickled her feet, a soft breeze flowed through her hair, it had been released from the twin tails it normally sat in.

“Adrien?”

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah… Crowds, they…”

“You don’t have to tell me.”

She ignored his words, “I lost you in the crowd and I couldn’t catch up and I- I-“

“It’s okay Mari,” he gently placed his hand on top of hers, “take your time.”

“I haven’t had a panic attack in years, I guess I was a little unprepared.”

“Marinette I was wondering and I know now isn’t the time but I-“

“Yes, yes to whatever you are about to ask because you didn’t have to use all those poems or use someone else’s words, what you said at the end of the letter was enough Adrien.”

“You didn’t see the notebook.”

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to see it then.”

The two sat in silence for a while, unsure of what to say to each other as the blue sky turned into one of shades of orange and pink.

“I never took any of your flirting seriously,” she had had little time to reflect.

“It was worth it."

“Even…” She took a deep breath, "After all this time?” she brought the pink rose up to her nose breathing in the sweet scent, she allowed him to lead her down the street towards her home.

"Always,” he replied with a smirk.

He face changed in an instant as she realised what it was from, “Adrien Agreste don’t you dare quote Harry Potter at me,” She yelled angerly swatting his shoulder if she had had her sketchbook she surely would have thrown it at him and him giggling like a school girl only made it worse, “Stop Laughing!” she yelled through her own giggles, why did his laughter have to be contagious.

Poem - [ x ]

AN: if this sounds a little stalkerish I wrote this while watching You on Netflix. Note to self choose something less… creepy to watch while writing.

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#Adrinette April #Miraculous Ladybug #Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction #Miraculous #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #Notes for You #SwanSongWrites #I keep drabbling on

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natsspammityspamspamham · 5 years

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Something that I wrote a while back

Synopsis: It’s about a guy who is kinda like a grim reaper. Yeah. He helps souls transfer into the afterlife. Trigger Warning: Death Word: ~1900

Life and death.

The beginning and the end.

Anything that happens between those two points is up to the person living it. We can’t control what we are born into. Sometimes, a person can try as hard as they want and still receive nothing from their efforts. Sometimes, luck can grace a person with its presence and give them something that they didn’t deserve. Luck is a coin whose faces are one and the same. Luck isn’t a coin you necessarily flip.

But even if where we start is different, can we end up in a place we want to by the time our mortal lives end?

Within human beings, there are different nationalities, ethnicities, beliefs, morals, and levels of capabilities. We vary in size, face, hair, shape, and even aspirations. But even when you are born into something, it’s okay to believe you want to do something else… right?

Differences make us unique and adaptable, yet we hurt each other for it. It scares me to think that I’m different from you. I’m different from everyone else. We are alike in so many ways yet not the same.

Most of us have secrets. I am no exception. I have many secrets that I conceal within me, but through one of my secrets, I have met many people. I have seen many lives come before me, and I’ve lent a hand to those who were in the dark for I shed a light that guided them to new beginnings. But by no means am I a god; I am a normal mortal human being who is imperfect. I have sinned, made mistakes, and cleaned the pieces from the messes I’ve made. I simply guide souls with regrets into the afterlife for reincarnation. A part of their soul and character remains, but it is regained with every new life. I make sure people are at peace before a part of them says goodbye.

I knocked on her door. I had only received her name. We haven’t even met. She opened the door.

“You’re here to pick me up?” she asked. I nodded. “Well, I’m going to need to get something. You can come in if you like.”

She walked back inside. I invited myself into the quaint house. The stained hardwood floors paved down the hallway. I could hear shuffling in the back where her room was located. There was a living room with an old flower-print couch on the side. There were pictures on the mantle of a girl growing up through the years. She was riding her bike in one then catching fish in another. As she grew older, she began to wear more makeup and began to smile a little less. The fine china dishes were untouched in the cabinets collecting dust. It was a fine home. I walked down the hall with my steps echoing with every touch of the dark hardwood. Pictures lined the walls.

“Did you draw these?” I pointed to the images boxed by frames in the hallway by her room. She didn’t respond. It started with juvenile portraits of her mom, dad, and her. She began drawing simple flowers then ballgowns and dresses. Her final portrait was of a solemn crying face that seemed to belong to her. I turned and entered her room. It was a little cold, but it was mostly neat besides a few pieces of clothing on top of the dresser. “I’m not done yet. Can you please wait outside?” Her voice was shaking. I may have only caught a glimpse, but it was all I needed. She stood over her desk with teardrops cascading down her face. Her hands trembled subtly as it held a picture frame in her hand. She took a minute to recuperate then met me outside.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Yes.”

We began walking down the cracked pavement. There was no one around. The world seemed quiet and untouched.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Lucy Hadfield.” She grew stiff.

“How old are you?”

“I’m… 18.” She was uncomfortable.

“May I ask—”

The wind blew a gust. Her flowing blonde hair glistened in the setting sun. She still had tears in her crystal blue eyes. “May I ask how you died?” Her body let go. A few more tears streamed down her face. She tried to smile. She scoffed with a shaking voice, “Shouldn’t you already know?” The clearest and most honest tears streamed from her face.

She sighed, “I had already gotten everything out of the way too. My soul was put at peace the moment I died. There was nothing left unsaid.” She tried to laugh and gasp for air. “I think my parents knew it was only a matter of time. I hung out with the wrong people, did stupid things, and wanted to be rebellious. I was a teenager. I… I wanted to fit in. I wanted to feel okay. I wanted to be alright. I didn’t want to fit into the norm, and I knew I wasn’t going to be accepted.”

She looked into the mirror and began to sob. “But I didn’t want to die! I didn’t want to leave everyone and everything behind. I tried so hard.” She gasped for air as tears were streaming down her face. She was kneeling collapsed on the floor.

“March 27th. Opioids. I died of an overdose! I couldn’t do anything! I was powerless! I was filled with regret. The paramedics tried their best to save me. They injected me. They performed CPR. I was too far in. This wasn’t supposed to happen! Why did this happen? I felt trapped. No one listened! Why does no one listen?! I cried for help! Why did they leave me alone?! My anxiety was a monster. It got out of hand, and my parents didn’t want to do anything about it! It was just recreational pot at first. Then it went to pain killers, cocaine, but nothing stopped it. I felt so lost. I tried to kill myself, and my parents still didn’t know what to do. They almost lost their daughter once, but they couldn’t save her! They had a name to upkeep. My dad was a reputable municipal politician. My mom was a stay-at-home mom. I was tortured by the circumstances I was born in; can’t you see? I just wanted someone to look out for me, someone to help, and when I thought I found the right people, it just got worse. I understand now that they didn’t know what do to. I get it.”

She tearfully smiled, “My soul is at peace knowing that my parents now accept what happened. They know their faults. My father now advocates for mental health. I couldn’t be happier, so why… why am I still so upset. Why am I still crying?”

“I do not know. I sincerely apologize.” I bowed again. I was lying. She had a right to still be in pain. One of the hardest parts of my job was putting a straight face. Almost everyone I meet who has died may be at peace, but many of them do wish to live again to see their loved ones. It is not that they are not at peace, but they simply desire something that has been taken away from them. You truly don’t know what you have until it’s gone. “I can assure you that—”

“Why am I still in pain?” she asked. “It hurts so much…” she clutched her chest. “How can my heart hurt if it’s not even beating?”

“Even though the pain from the mortal world is lifted upon death, some pain transcends beyond while some new feelings may emerge.” She rose from the ground and slapped me. She raised her fist angrily before setting it back down.

“What am I doing? I’m just delaying the inevitable.” Her arms slung by her sides. “Please, let me say goodbye to them. I was a terrible daughter. A terrible human being. It’s not their fault they didn’t know what to do. Please, I want to share some time with them.”

The tears slowed but never stopped. I stayed outside the room. A thought lingered in my mind. There was a letter addressed to her that was written post-mortem.

“To my beautiful daughter Lucy, Your father and I miss you very much. He’s fighting hard every day in your place. Sometimes I find him asleep on his desk with drool on his paperwork. We think of you every day. Your life never leaves our minds. We’re sorry for how we handled your grief. We should’ve been there when you needed us. I’m now giving speeches and seminars to parents everywhere. As much as we miss you every day, we don’t want your efforts to go to waste. We’ve got it from here! Thank you for being our daughter. We are so proud of you, - Mom”

It was in a frame covered with tears.

She walked into the kitchen where both her parents were sitting at the kitchen table enjoying dinner. A certain glimmer was missing from their eyes. Their smiles were pained, and their movements were strained. She embraced them hard. She didn’t want to let go. Not yet. Her parents paused it was as if something had come over them. Tears filled their eyes, but they did not know the cause.

“Mom, Dad, I love you. I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry. Please forgive me.”

She began walking out of the house and gave her final goodbyes. I managed to read the piece of paper that was beside the picture frame scattered with tears.

“What’s going to happen now?” she asked.

“Your spirit will remain here, but your life will be passed on for reincarnation. In essence, your spirit in this lifetime will never die and will always remain, but your life force will be reborn.”

She stepped through the doors of the afterlife. It’s an experience few can describe, but I have seen it countless times. You may feel like you are alone in death, but you never are. Loved ones and other’s spirits will guide you through the unknown. Everyone experiences it differently, but nobody is ever forgotten or alone. Even in life, you may feel isolated, you may feel like you are forgotten or alone, but that is never the case. Someone, whether it’d be through spirit or guidance, is always there. She waved goodbye as she faded with the doorway. She had a smile on her face, but unlike before, it was one that was pure and true. Her soul was truly at peace, her spirit was released, and she was free to move on to her next life without being burdened by her past. Lucy Hadfield will never be truly dead like some in life believe; she will simply be beyond the mortal’s view watching over those she loves and cares about.

This section ends here, and even though this story takes a more dramatic and sullen tone, I was originally intending for this story to be a bit lighter? It all changes when someone stumbles in. She completely changes everything. A bit more of the reaper’s background (won’t say backstory) is revealed. The two meeting turns into more confusion (for me because I don’t know how to write it).

#writing #dino rambles

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it-is-bugs · 6 years

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I Love Lucien Week: Soldier’s Heart

Anyone who follows me may have noticed I'm not one for revealing my great inner pain or anything of the sort on tumblr. But it's actually relevant to my post, so I'll make an exception this time.

@aussiegirl41 recommended TDBM to me, and as we tend to like the same things, I started watching 1.1. And found myself turning it off at the first Box of Pain scene, to not come back for another two years. I told Aussie that the lighting was too dark and I couldn't understand their accents, but now I have to wonder if something else made me switch it off. My father suffered from PTSD triggered by his WW2 experiences until his death at 59 from alcoholism. So....yeah.

What I've come to appreciate about TDBM is that the creators and writers went beyond just slapping "PTSD" on Lucien as a sort of tragic aura; they took the time to build the backstory and make his behaviors a result of his mental illness.

The risk factors for PTSD start in childhood trauma, which Lucien has in spades. It's not just his mother's death, but I feel that Genevieve was an alcoholic with possibly some mental illness tossed in, and his father was emotionally unavailable well before her death. I also wonder about the little details like there's so much about his childhood which he either didn't know about, or was given a different version, from the reason for Rosie the dog going away, to Genevieve's actual cause of death, to the loss of a pregnancy, to her diabetes. A sense of not knowing your reality is not a good foundation for a strong life.

My own father's childhood was quite different from Lucien's economically, but they share similarities which resulted in entering adulthood without the strength to face trauma. He was raised in great poverty in Appalachia coal mining country during the Depression. His traumas included his mother's mental illness, siblings dying as babies due to that poverty, and violence from union busting forces who would do things like rake the house with gunfire at night. Like Lucien, he was the sensitive, intelligent sort, not quite fitting into his world.

One of the most chilling moments for me was Nell's line, about what a sweet boy Lucien had been. It echoes nearly exactly my aunt telling me, "We gave them our sweet boy, and we didn't know the man they sent back to us."

My father was significantly younger than Lucien when he joined the Army at age 18 the day after Pearl Harbor Day, but their paths rejoined after the war. My father was recruited to join military intelligence, when the Army doctors rightly diagnosed him as now mentally ill, but they reassured him that this would now make him suited for the sort of things that they needed him to do. Although there's not been that scene with Lucien, I would think he would have been similarly evaluated and routed into intelligence.

It does seem counter-intuitive that you'd put yourself back into dangerous situations when you're already deeply traumatized, but there can be a need to recreate the trauma, to fix it, to control it, as much as to avoid heightened emotional situations. One of the fascinating things that the writers do with Lucien is weave this need to control the pain into recreating the crimes. Instead of his own horrible flashbacks and recreations, he puts himself in this other situation, where he can focus those heightened emotions while in the shoes of the victim or killer. If Lucien's in the events, he can control it to an extent, and not be overwhelmed by it. At the same time, he often put himself in deadly situations with this technique, showing several times no regard for his own survival, facing down knives, guns, hands around his throat with such relish that you sense he wouldn't mind dying. A real emotional turning point is 5.5, when he truly fights to live. After all, Jean's got dinner waiting and she'll be cross if he's late.

I've felt a certain frustration at fan reactions to Lucien's actions, as though it's something he could control. His emotional paralysis is a result of horrible awful things happening when he’s made decisions in the past. His drinking is about more than addiction. He needs it to sleep and to stop the terrible images. PTSD sufferers are still drinking themselves to death, even with many more medications available. It works. And in 1961, with so few options available, I can't see how he'll be able to stop. His brain itself has been changed by the trauma. He will suffer from nightmares, have hyper response to stimulation, mood disturbances, etc, for the rest of his life. I'd love to say that marriage to Jean will change things, but if the story were to be told realistically, not so much.

Which brings me to another similarity with my family and the show. I see a lot of my mother in Jean. Strong women, with a great capacity for caregiving, but who expect others to be as strong as they are. One of the little touches that I like is how Jean treated Christopher Sr with the same toughness as she treats Lucien--she has her own patterns to replicate. Although she understands that Lucien has been through a lot, I don't think she understands the true effect. I don't blame the character for this at all--it's completely realistic for the timeframe. He should put the pictures away, he should stop drinking so much, he should stop doing crazy things. When she says that everyone in the Colonists' Club had lost something/someone and thus Lucien had no right to have his meltdown, it really showed that she doesn't grasp the full extent of his trauma. Does she by the end of S5?

But there has been progress for Lucien in five seasons. Initially, I found the resolution to Genevieve's death to be frustrating because it just opened up more questions to me than it answered. But in showing Lucien finding peace in that, I have to interpret that as he's ready to move on, and accept there are no neat answers for anything. He's never going to have a satisfactory answer as to why his own family had to suffer so much either. And that's fine. He chases the bus for a happy future, rather than staying behind at his mother's graveside. That seems like such a no-brainer, but we can see that Lucien's been told time and time again in life, you don't deserve happiness. Everyone goes away. Look, there's Jean going away too. Chasing that bus is as difficult as opening the studio door. It means leaving certainty behind to accept a new uncertainty. There’s so much certainty in unhappiness; it never lets you down.

I was equally 'huh?' at his peacemaking with the spirit of Thomas in the telemovie at first. But I remembered how I had to make peace with my own dead father, and a lot of that came from simply aging, reaching his age when this or that happened and realizing your parents were just people making mistakes, having no great knowledge and skills to cope and all you can do is try for a better outcome. I find it as an example of Lucien's incredible capacity for grace, truly his most attractive feature.

I cannot guess what the writers had planned for S6 which makes me want to see it so much. Love won't cure Lucien. Though we've seen improvement, a sense of comfort and security for him, his PTSD won't go away. Having Jean beside him in bed shouldn't make the nightmares cease. But you know what? If the writers were to decide to make it all just go away with a POOF, I won't have a problem with that at all. Lucien and Jean deserve that happiness my family never had.

So to start off I Love Lucien Week, this is why I love Lucien, and have so much respect for George Adams, the writers and Craig Mclachlan for creating this character and honoring his difficult journey.

#I Love Lucien Week #doctor blake mysteries #lucien blake #PTSD #meta #long post

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hello-bangtanboys · 7 years

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First Day (M)

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader Genre: Smut, Smut, and more Smut

A/N: I did it a little dirty this time, I was in my feelings. I’m sorry I apologize...kinda. Not really, now that I think about it.

-Admin Moon

Read the first one: First Class

My new boss, Namjoon, told me to dress appropriately. Considering I wasn’t even sure what my new job was, it was difficult to know if I would pass his scrutiny. My black pencil skirt fitted nicely, my white blouse was neatly tucked into the waistband. So I hoped I was dressed appropriately. The building of Kim International was as impressive as the man himself, it stood tall and strong in the middle of Buckhead. My heels clicked on the shiny floor as I stepped out of the elevator on level twenty-three. My stomach was a bundle of nerves as I approached the perky young receptionist. “May I help you?” she asked, flashing me a perfect white smile. I had to swallow down the bile rising in my throat. “I’m here to see Namjoon Kim. Today is my first day working here…”

She nodded and gave me a knowing look as she pressed a button on her headset and passed on the announcement of my arrival. With nod her attention returned to me, “Mr. Kim will see you straight away. Please, go on through. And good luck.” Good luck? Did I need luck to get through my first day? Miss Perky gestured to a closed door. Now was my last chance to turn around and run the hell away from there

…But I needed the job and my last encounter with the billionaire had been pleasant, to say the least. I went through the door and took in Namjoon’s office. It was massive, full of classic black furniture and top-to-floor glass windows. I could see the entire city landscape from my position. The chair at the desk swiveled around to reveal Kim Namjoon, still wore the same satisfied smirk he had on the flight from Los Angeles. Amusement sparkled behind his brown eyes. “Ah, Y/N, I’m so glad to see you. Take a seat.”

He stood and buttoned his black suit jacket before standing in front of the window. He looked like a king surveying his kingdom. He probably owned half the city. I sat in the seat he indicated and waited nervously. “Thank you for the opportunity.”

“Sir. I’d like you to call me sir.” It had been less than a minute and he was already ordering me around. I shouldn’t like it as much as I did, but I knew from experience that it was difficult to say no to the man. “Yes, sir,” I replied sweetly. “Good. I’m sure you’re curious about what your job here will entail?” Now that was an understatement. “I certainly am, sir.” The rays from the outside caught Namjoon’s eyes, emphasizing his deep irises. They truly were mesmerizing. Namjoon slid his hands into his pockets, his stance more powerful than ever. An unexpected shiver ran down my spine. I could not wait to see what the position of Director of Office Satisfaction actually entailed.

“Follow me,” he ordered. I stood and trailed after him. We exited his office and he led me down a long corridor. Offices on both sides lined the way, people busy working away everywhere I looked. I wasn’t entirely sure what his empire actually did, but it appeared to be important. Finally we ended up in a small cupboard of a room. Aisles of boxes were packed in tighter than the subway at rush hour. Namjoon gestured to the room at large. “I need you to place the documents inside these boxes in alphabetical order. Once organized, they will need to be scanned into our electronic system. I’m afraid we weren’t so paperless a few years ago so we’ve lagged behind.”

…He wanted me to sort paper? “Are you serious?” The question slipped out before I could stop it. “I am always serious, Y/N.”

“I have a Marketing degree. Surely I can do more than shuffle paper.”

“This is an entry level position,” Namjoon stated. “It is what I would expect from any junior employee. Unless…” I was hanging off his every word. I desperately needed to know where he was going with his unless. “Yes, sir?”

“Unless you wish to take on a more… personal role?”

“I’m listening.”

“It would involve late nights and a very demanding boss.” His eyes were sparkling again and it made my stomach do all kinds of flips. I wasn’t entirely sure what he was suggesting but I was up for it. Whatever he wanted me to do, I would do it. As long as it wasn’t shuffling paper. I didn’t go to college for that shit. “I can handle it,” I assured him. “Very well, then.” He hit the light switch and stepped out of the room. “Take the lift up to the penthouse. You will need this key.” He dropped a key from his pocket into my hand. “Wait there and get yourself comfortable. I will be up when I can.”

And just like that, he was gone again. Namjoon liked making swift exits, which was pretty much the only thing I knew for sure about him. Finding the elevator again was a challenge but I made it eventually. I followed his directions up to the penthouse level. When the lift doors swished open, I was standing in the middle of an apartment. As I walked through the place, taking it all in, I couldn’t help but notice the exquisite detail. Either Namjoon had exceptional interior decorating skills that were lost in his CEO position, or he had an amazing designer. My money would be on the latter.

I ended up in the bedroom, one of the largest rooms in the penthouse. The massive bed stood on the far wall, neatly made with velvet red sheets. My only sexual encounter with Namjoon was in an airplane restroom, I wondered what he would be like in an actual bed? Probably outstanding... Returning to the living room, I remembered my order to make myself at home. Did that mean watching some television? Would I still be paid for lounging around in his private apartment? In the end I decided a drink was in order. Namjoon had a fully stocked bar so I snuck some soju and downed it quickly. The burn blazed a trail down to my stomach.

I got the feeling I was going to need some liquid courage. The elevator pinged, giving me a heart attack as I all but jumped out of my skin. My eyes were glued to the doors as they slid open and Namjoon stepped out. He was breathtaking in his navy suit. He was tall and moved with elegance. His confident stride said he was never unsure about anything. “What do you think?” he asked as he reached me. “It’s very nice.”

“Did you see the bedroom?” My face reddened. Was I supposed to have been snooping? “I had a quick look...”

“I’ve been imagining you sprawled over the bed completely naked since I last saw you.” His gaze pinned me in place, seeing right through any facade I might have been trying to put on. I had to swallow just so I could speak again. “You… you have?”

“You’re an extremely beautiful woman. And there are many things I want to do to you.”

“So you hired me to alphabetize paper?” Namjoon laughed, breaking the sexual tension growing between us. “I was hoping you’d reconsider your career path. I know you’re an extremely intelligent woman, I promise you will be rewarded for your… contribution. While I’m in the city, we can play. When I’m gone, if you want to, you can learn all aspects of running this company.” So he was offering me more than sex.

I have to say, that was the best offer I’d had since graduating. It was also the only one that made me wet. “Your offer is accepted,” I said formally. It felt deliciously wicked speaking of something so naughty like it was a business transaction. Namjoon started closing the gap between us. “Good,” he muttered about a second before pressing his lips onto mine. He pulled me against him as he owned my mouth. My lips opened, letting his tongue in to make sure I gave him complete ownership. By the time he let me go I was breathless and my pussy was wet. If he was even half as good in bed as he was on the airplane, I was going to be in for a real treat. “Go to the bedroom and take off all your clothes, Y/N,” Namjoon instructed. If any of my previous boyfriends had spoken to me like this, I would have slapped some sense into them. But when Namjoon did it, I was ready to do anything he wanted me to do.

He slapped me on the ass as I stepped around him. The sharp sting sent a shudder through me, I hoped there was more of that to follow. It took all my self control not to run to the bedroom. I wanted to rip my clothes off so Namjoon could put his lips and hands all over my skin. I ran the last few steps. My blouse was the first item of clothing to go. I undid the buttons and pulled it off. Next was my skirt, I unzipped it and placed it on a chair. I disposed of my panties last, creating a neat pile of clothes. Completely nude, all I needed was the sexy man and we could get the show on the road.

There were no sounds coming from the apartment so I stood in the middle of the room and waited. Instead of feeling awkward, my pussy was throbbing and begging to be touched. If he didn’t hurry, I was going to start without him. Finally, footsteps padded my way and Namjoon filled the doorway. “Lie on the bed.” I practically hopped on the sheets before lying down. My head rested on the soft pillows so I could still see him watching my every move. He took in a step into the room and pointed to an area over the chest of drawers. “There is a camera here. It is hooked up to my personal surveillance system. Only I can access the feed. I want you to know sometimes I will want to watch you, even if I’m out of town.”

“You want me to stay here?” I asked, slightly confused. I wasn’t sure I wanted to be filmed doing anything, but if Namjoon was the one watching… the thought drove me wild. “You can stay if you like. But what I meant was that I’d like to watch you touching yourself. At times, I’d like you to put on a show for me.” Oh. “I’ve never done that in front of anyone before,” I admitted. “But you do touch yourself.” Never in a million years would I have thought I would be having this conversation with someone. Let alone my boss. “I… take care of business, sometimes. Between boyfriends.”

“Do you use toys?”

“Excuse me?”

“Toys. Vibrators, eggs, or just your fingers?”

“…fingers.” The conversation would have seemed completely inappropriate if I wasn’t naked on his bed. “I’ll get you some toys and you can experiment. You will only be permitted to use them when I am watching. Is that clear?” He stood at the end of the bed, staring down at me. I really wished he was just as nude as me. “Yes, sir.”

“There are more rules we need to go over but they can wait. For now, all I can think about is fucking you hard.”

“Yes, sir.” He pulled at his tie until it loosened and he threw it on the floor. He took his time undressing himself while I itched to help him. I didn’t dare move, it was probably against one of his unspoken rules. Watching him slowly get naked was like watching porn. With each piece of fabric he removed it revealed a hard body that was made for pleasure. He had to work out every day; that kind of body did not happen by accident. His tan skin was perfect, completely unblemished except for a scar that cut through his chest over his heart. I wondered what it was from. He was far too young for heart problems.

He asked as he pulled off his boxers, his penis was just as robust as I remembered it. He crawled on the bed as my body throbbed with anticipation. “You’re so gorgeous, princess.” His hands started on my legs, rubbing them slowly in circles as he made his way up my body. He somehow managed to find every erogenous zone that ever existed on my skin. His gaze moved over my body, making me feel sexier than I ever had before. He revered my skin, touching me like I was a goddess and he was worshipping me. I could take that kind of treatment forever and never tire of it.

Namjoon kissed up my thighs, spreading my legs wide while I was giddy with the thought of what was to come. I wanted him in the sweet spot but didn’t dare to hope he would go down on me. My legs shook with pleasure as he held on to me tightly. His mouth was getting so close to my pussy I could feel his hot breath on my wetness. He was driving me crazy, I was all but ready to beg for him to touch me there. “Y/N,” he moaned. “Your pussy is divine. I’m going to spend hours tasting you, fucking you, and making you scream.”

“Yes,” I managed to stammer. If that’s what he wanted… who was I to argue? His lips grazed my clit lightly, teasing me with a promise of what he was about to do. My hips tried to buck up and demand more but his strong hands held me down. He was the expert of the slow tease. Finally, finally his mouth closed around my clit. I instantly shivered with pleasure. His tongue slid along my pussy, stroking it with long and beautiful movements. He switched it up by sucking on my clit, pulling it so hard into his mouth I almost climaxed with every tug. His hands slid around to cup my ass cheeks. He used his new position to lever me upwards and reposition my hips so I was closer to his face.

Utilizing his new advantage, his tongue slid down my pussy then his tongue fucked me hard. He alternated plunging into me with long strokes along my clit. A fire was kindling in my belly and it wouldn’t be long before it was a full-on blaze. “Come for me, Y/N,” he whispered before putting his mouth back on my pussy. “I want to feel your pussy pulsing around my tongue. Do it,” He plunged back in with purpose, making it clear that I was going to follow his order and he would have no arguments. The orgasm took me hostage as I was lost in the joy singing through me. Every part of my being radiated out from his mouth as he sucked on my most intimate area. Tingles that I never thought possible washed through me like fireworks in the sky.

I never wanted the feeling to stop. Namjoon drew out my orgasm to unreasonable lengths. I came apart under his expert touch and there was nothing I could do about it. He was the one in charge and I was enraptured to give it to him. His mouth left my pussy with a pop, before he smacked his lips together. “You taste like sweet peaches.”

My breathing was still ragged as I fought for some semblance of composure. “Thank you.” He chuckled as he kissed up my belly. “You. Are. So. Fucking. Sexy. Princess.” He bit out as he reached my breast and popped a hard nipple in his mouth. I moaned as he toyed with my nipple between his fingers while his tongue copied the motion on the other breast. His hard erection rested on my belly. He gave my nipple a quick bite before letting it fall from his mouth. “You’re going to ride me, sexy. I’m going to put my cock inside your pussy and you’re going to squeeze me until I pop. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I want to see these tits bounce.”

“Yes, sir.” His body covered mine as he flipped me around so I was on top of him. I had to scramble to get up, remembering my orders. I was looking forward to being on top, being able to bring him as much pleasure as he did me. My hands walked down his beautiful chest until I was sitting on him. His cock pressed into my clit, giving me an idea. I started sliding along his length, rubbing him over me. Little bursts of intense lightning shot out as his hardness stroked my burning lips. Namjoon closed his eyes, lost in the sensation. If I kept going, we were both going to come. I didn’t want that yet, he had to be inside… for both of us.

I forced myself to stop and Namjoon’s eyes opened once again to sear into me. “You feel so good, princess.”

“So do you, sir.” He smirked, knowing full well just how good he felt. I grabbed his cock and positioned him. I took him in slowly, moving up and down slightly so I could draw out his entrance. His cock was just as delicious as it was on the airplane. I grind on him, drawing imaginary circles with my hips so we moved around. Namjoon gripped my hips while never taking his eyes off me. His gaze roamed across my naked skin, making me feel as beautiful as ever. I loved the contrast of our skin as we moved together. “Work for me,” he ordered. The time for going slow was over. I started pounding on him, our skin slapped together. His cock pulsed in and out of me as we moved like animals.

I leaned forward, not only so Namjoon could see my breast better but so I could pull his cock over my clit. Every time I released him, my essence caused his slippery shaft to rub between my lips. I let him out just enough before slamming him back inside me again. Namjoon let out a deep groan from his throat, “Make me come, princess. Now.” I tried to disobey him, wanting to draw our sex session out longer. I loved the feel of him inside, the way he set my skin on fire. I wanted the feeling to never end. But in the end he got his way. The orgasm made me scream before I even realized what was happening.

Namjoon helped my hips continue their bucking until he lost control too. We fell into the blissful abyss and let the waves of desire crash through our bodies. His cock throbbed and exploded in me, hitting all my nerve endings and letting them revel in the fullness. “Namjoon,” I panted through the joy. I needed him to know how grateful I was for this kind of feeling. It was a beautiful moment, connecting us as if we were one. We may have been little more than strangers but actions said much more than words. Our bodies recognized each other like we were always supposed to be like this. Like we were made for this.

My toes curled with the incredible lightning bolts shooting through me. From head to toe, I was nothing but sheer lust and need. My pussy throbbed with the release, convulsing around Namjoon’s cock and making sure it was clear how heightened my pleasure was. The moment continued on like it might never end. I couldn’t imagine a time when I was out of Namjoon’s bed and couldn’t fathom a reason why I would want to be. I’d never felt this way before. Namjoon sat up and pulled me into his arms as the last aftershocks sent a rush of goosebumps over my skin. He rocked me in his lap, whispering in my ear. “We’re going to do that repeatedly. Understand?”

I nodded because I couldn’t find any words to reply. He had stolen all the air out of my lungs, leaving me breathless and shaky. Intense didn’t even begin to describe that orgasm. Namjoon held me like that for a very long time. So long his cock went soft inside me. I still kept him there, greedy to keep the connection to the man. Eventually, we pulled back from one another. But only so far so we could see each other’s face. He looked down between us where we were connected. “You’re so gorgeous,” he started. “I love having my cock inside your pussy. You’re so tight and wet.”

“You make me this way,” I replied. “You’re going to be wet a lot.”

“I hope so.” I leaned over and kissed him, our lips pressed against each other with wonderful pressure. It seemed silly being so chaste after what we’d just done but it felt right at the same time. “Do you want to know what I’m going to do to you, princess?” The teasing twinkle was back in his eyes. I couldn’t wait to hear what he had in store for me. This was the best job I’d ever had. There’s no way I can explain my feelings for Namjoon, I don’t understand them. “What are you going to do?” I asked coyly. Talking so openly about sex was still new to me. I got the feeling Namjoon was going to be teaching me a lot of things in the near future.

“I’m going to tie you up every which way, for a start. Then I’m going to spank you every time you break a rule. These hard nipples are going to be clamped. Sometimes I’m going to watch you fuck a dildo until you’re primed and ready for me.”

“That’s all?” I asked. He scuffed as a reply, “For the first week, yes.” My stomach flipped with butterflies. I was definitely in good hands with my demanding boss. If he wanted to restrain, spank, and fuck me… I was going to be walking around with a permanent smile etched on my face. “Do you trust me, Y/N?” Namjoon asked, more serious than before. I thought about his question. I’d only known him for a few days. This was the second time I had ever seen him. Did I know enough about the man to trust him? My heart knew the answer: yes. “Yes, I do,” I said with no hint of doubt in my voice.

“Good. I’m going to take care of you. I’ll never leave you without being satisfied unless it’s part of a punishment. We should go over the rules.” The rules. I’d forgotten about them. I nodded for him to continue. “You will be on call twenty-four hours a day, every day. You may stay here or you can keep your own apartment,” he started, like he had a mental list he was reeling off. “You will never say no to me, however you may choose a safe word for our play. If you say the safe word, I will stop. I hope you will never have to use it but it’s important for you to know you can.”

“Yes, sir.” Safe word? I should have been nervous about what that could mean for our future activities but I wasn’t. Instead, the thought made me wet all over again. I wanted Namjoon to fuck me to my limits and forge all new boundaries for me. “You will never question my instructions. You will never discuss our arrangement with anyone. You will obey and be submissive at all times.” He paused. I wasn’t sure if that meant he had covered all his rules or he was waiting for it all to sink in. He obviously didn’t know how impatient I was. “That’s everything, sir?”

“That’s enough, for now.”

“Can I ask you a question?” I waited until he nodded. “Are you a dom? Is that what this is? You’re a dom and you want me to be your submissive? You’re into BDSM?”

“I prefer not to place tags on things,” he replied curtly. “But I suppose if you must, then yes. I like to be in control of all aspects of my life and the bedroom is no exception.” As he talked, his cock started to stiffen inside me again. One thing was clear, he liked his rules. The thought of dominating me and my complete obedience to his orders turned him on. Just talking about it was enough to get him hard. And me, wet. “Those rules are acceptable,” I said.

“Good. Now give me a hand job.” He laughed at my bemused expression. “You made me hard, it’s only fair you rectify the situation so I can get back to work. This is an order, Y/N.”

“Of course.” I slid off Namjoon’s lap as he released his hold on me and his cock pulled out of my pussy. With one hand I cupped his balls, using my fingers to massage them and keep up constant pressure. With my other hand, I gripped his cock and gave it a squeeze. His sharp intake of breath was enough for me to know he enjoyed my touch. He was sopping wet from my essence, making it easy for my hand to slide up and down his cock.

The thick was inviting, way too tempting for me to resist. I popped it in my mouth, giving a long suck and enjoying him between my lips. Thwack. A sharp sting warmed my ass. I almost bit down on his cock with the surprise. Namjoon had spanked me. I quickly pulled back. “I said hand job, Y/N,” he warned. “You’re going to have to earn sucking me off. Hands only for now.” “Yes, sir.” I’m not sure if it was the spanking or the brief taste of his cock but something was making my pussy throb with need. I continued on using only my hands. His cock grew thicker under my touch as he ebbed closer to getting off. I increased my speed, impressed with his size and ability to hold on. Our gaze connected just before he let go. His cock twitched and throbbed as he came. His cum shot from his cock and went all over my breast as I positioned myself closer.

He didn’t order me to take his load but I think he appreciated it anyway. “Do you like seeing yourself all over me?” I grinned.

“I do. You performed exceptionally well.” He let me go and stood up, leaving me on the bed alone as he started gathering his clothes. Disappearing into the adjoining bathroom, he called out to me while cleaning himself up. “I will have lunch delivered up to you here. Once you’ve eaten I want you to stay naked and on the bed. You can watch television or choose a book from the library. You may leave at five.”

“Are you going to watch me on the camera?” I asked. “I have a few meetings but I will check in on you several times.”

“Do you want me to touch myself?” I still wasn’t entirely sure how I felt about that. All my inhibitions were on vacation and I hoped they stayed that way. Namjoon made me feel safe and open about everything. “No. You are forbidden from touching yourself today.” “So I just laze around naked?”

“Yes.” I could do that. “Can I take a shower?”

“No. I want you to stay dirty for me, princess.”

“Yes, sir.” He emerged from the bathroom looking impeccable, as usual. “Good work, Y/N. I hope you are enjoying your first day.” He kissed my forehead and left the room. I closed my eyes as I laid back on the bed, sated and satisfied.

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ourimpavidheroine · 6 years

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“Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry” for Mako and Zhi?

(I changed the wording of the sentence just a bit in this story; I hope it’s okay!)

He and Chiyo had made the arrest before dawn that morning, turning over all of their case files, the culmination of several months’ worth of work. Song had clapped the both of them on the back and told them to go home, get some sleep and he’d see them in two days. He’d stopped off for some celebratory fruit tarts and had gone home to find the house empty; Qi and Wu off to some meeting, Meili in school, Sayuri at parts unknown with Lin and LoLo. Even the maids were in the other wing, doing their twice monthly dusting. He took a long and very hot shower and came out, the bed calling him. He laid down with a sigh, closing his aching eyes. A nap before everyone returned and the house exploded with noise again.

It was only then that he heard the muffled sobbing.

He hauled himself off the bed, making his way down the hall, trying to track the sound, stopping in front of Zhi’s door. It was definitely coming from there. He hesitated a moment before knocking softly. “Zhi? Is that you?”

A bit of a scramble and then the door was opened. Zhi’s eyes were red and puffy, his glasses nowhere to be seen. “Daddy! What are you doing home?” He tried to put on a smile but he’d never, even when he was a little boy, been any good at hiding his emotions.

“You want to talk about it?”

“About what?” Again with the innocent act. Spirits knew he loved this boy, but of all his children he was the one who couldn’t lie worth a damn.

“About why you’re crying?”

Zhi’s chin quavered. “Aren’t you supposed to tell me not to cry? That you can’t stand to see me cry?” Another attempt at a smile.

He sighed and put his arm around him. “I didn’t say that. And I wouldn’t say that, either. You know me better than that.” Zhi snuffled. “What happened? You get in a fight with San or something?”

Zhi shook his head. “You know we never fight.”

“Well?”

Zhi wavered and then drew him into his room. Neat, as always; Zhi had always disliked a mess. Now that he was at University Wu had redone his room, putting in a larger desk as well as a file cabinet for his papers, that sort of thing. He took a folder off the desk and handed it over.

“What’s this?”

Zhi swallowed. “My paper on the diversity and distribution of cave-dwelling arachnids in the Omashu mountain range.”

He flipped it open, gazing down. The paper had been criss-crossed with angry red lines, notes scribbled into the margins. A ridiculous and preposterous assertion was one phrase that jumped out at him as he paged through, underlined three times, the pen strokes so deep they’d nearly torn the paper. At the end he saw that the professor had failed the paper.

His first thought, of course, was that he was going to look up this professor and fry him alive. Not the most rational of thoughts, no, but one he was feeling in the moment. He glanced up at Zhi, who was, at seventeen, nearly a head taller than him.

“I see the professor didn’t like your paper.”

“He hated it, Daddy. He shouted at me in front of the class.” Zhi’s eyes started to overflow again.

He mentally counted to ten. Must not fry the professor. Must not fry the professor. Must not fry the fucking shit for brains professor. “Did he give a specific reason or was it just general shouting?”

“He told me that I was merely a boy and had no business disputing the work of my academic betters.” Zhi fumbled for his glasses on the desk and shoved them back on.

“Is that true?”

“Is what true?”

“Do you think that you have no business disputing the work of anyone else in your field?”

Zhi’s chin went up. “He was talking about the work of Professor Prasert. He wrote a book about the invertebrates of the Omashu mountains fifty years ago.”

“And?”

“And he was a good researcher for his time but he got some things dead wrong!” Zhi stabbed at the paper. “For one thing, he speculated that there were hairy-legged spider centipedes in those caves but that’s all it was, speculation! But he included it in his book without ever even seeing a single specimen!” Zhi whirled and slapped his hand on the detailed map that took up half his bedroom wall, a gift on his thirteenth birthday from Su and Baatar. “And he wouldn’t see one, anyhow, because It’s too wet in those caves! Those are desert dwellers, and the climate is completely wrong there!”

He nodded. He didn’t know a spider centipede from a hole in the ground, but he knew his son did. Zhi grabbed what he assumed was the offensive text in question and shook it before tossing it back down on the desk.

“It’s not that speculation is wrong. It has its time and place. But to include it in a definitive guide? In a textbook?” He threw his hands into the air. “That’s sloppy science. Bad science! I may only be a boy, but even I know that!”

He gazed at him for a moment, this brilliant boy on the cusp of manhood, passionate and fragile, throwing himself into everything with his heart on his sleeve. He loved him so much; he’d come to understand, over the years, why his own father had always bragged about his schoolwork, telling the neighbors or anyone else that would listen how smart his Mako was. He felt the exact same way about his Zhi. “Sounds to me like you disagree that a boy has no business disputing the work of anyone else.”

Zhi took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose, fingers resting lightly on the frames of his glasses. “I do disagree, Daddy. It’s not about age. It’s about the work.” He dropped his hand. “I have the right to my theories, especially when they’re backed by rigorous fact. I won’t let him tell me otherwise.”

“Good. That’s what I want to hear.” He put his arm around him and pushed him gently towards the door. “Come on, I have something for you. Keep talking, I want to hear about this.”

Zhi told him, as they descended the stairs, how the professor had attempted to humiliate him in front of the class, reading passages of his paper aloud, ranting until one of the students, a young woman from the Southern Water Tribe had stood up in disgust, told the professor she was there for an education, not the spiteful ramblings of an old man, and had left. The professor had been so incensed at this that he’d forgotten about him until the end of class, throwing his paper at him as the students filed out.

“I don’t think I’d be brave enough to do that!”

“Well, Southern Water Tribe women are pretty feisty, take it from me.” He smiled, and nodded Zhi towards the table, taking the tarts out of the icebox and putting them on a plate. He’d bought enough for everyone, but this was an emergency situation. “Here.”

“Thanks!” Zhi took a large bite as he sat down next to him, taking one for himself. Three bites and it was gone and he was looking hopefully at the plate. Mako shoved it across to him and Zhi took a second.

“So what are you going to do about it?” He took a bite of his own.

“Do you mean the class?”

“Yep.”

Zhi chewed thoughtfully. “I don’t know.” His grin lit up his face. “If Papa knew he’d call the chancellor and demand she fire him.”

He had to chuckle at that. “You’re probably right. Your father usually goes straight for revenge.”

“I guess that’s a Hou-Ting thing.”

“Trust me.” He finished off the rest of his tart. Zhi was on his third. “You know I only got a year of school before Grandma and Grandpa died, yeah?”

“That wasn’t your fault, though.”

“No, it wasn’t, but it is what it is. I never got any firebending training, either. Well, not the official kind, I mean. The way LoLo learned, or Korra.”

“How could you, on the streets?” Zhi looked down at the plate. “Don’t you want another one?”

He smiled. “I’m good. Help yourself.” He watched him take his fourth tart, slowing down a bit. “The point I’m trying to make is that pretty much everything I’ve learned in my life I’ve learned on my own. I’m not a scholar like you or Wu, but I can read and write, I do okay. And my firebending’s more than okay. I learned from who I could when I could and taught myself the rest.” He leaned forward, elbows on the table. “I’ve heard a lot, over the years, about how my firebending’s wrong. It’s not traditional, no. But it isn’t wrong. It does what I need it to, and I do it better than most.” A scoff. “Your sister being an exception.”

“But she’s learned from you too.”

“Also true. The thing is…I’m forty-three years old, Zhi. And there are still people telling me that I’m doing it the wrong way. All of it. I don’t fit into the nice boxes folks want to put me in. I’m a former triad member turned cop. I’m a nobody off the street that married a prince. I’m a firebending master without a master. My life pisses some people off.”

“What do you do about it?”

“I don’t do anything about it. There’s nothing to be done. I am who I am. Whether or not people approve of it or even like me is not really something I can do much about.” He leaned back in his chair to snatch at a pile of freshly pressed napkins and handed one over. “Thing is, Zhi, that not everyone you meet is going to like you. They’ll think you’re snotty because you studied at home and have a prince for a father. Or they’ll feel threatened by your smarts. Or hell, I don’t know, maybe they have something against people who are as tall as trees.” That got him a little smile. “Long and the short of it, you’d best just get used to it. Most of those people, they won’t be interested in the real you, they’ll have already made up their minds and that’s it. It’s not right and it’s not fair but it’s how the world works. I wish it wasn’t, but it is.”

Zhi thought this over, fingers absently folding and re-folding the napkin. “So what you’re saying is that I should stay in the class?”

“Does that professor have something you want to learn?”

“Well, I thought he did.”

“Then learn what you can from him and discard the rest.”

“But what if he fails me?” The napkin was getting quite a workout.

“Then he fails you. And your life will go on. And one day, sooner rather than later, knowing you, you’ll pass him up and he can choke on your dust.”

Again with that smile. “Maybe Papa’s not the only one that likes revenge.”

“Well, at least I wouldn’t stab the man in a dark alley somewhere.”

“Do you really think Qi would?” Zhi’s eyes widened.

“Son, I ask Qi no questions and Qi tells me no lies. That’s why we get along as well as we do.” One of the reasons, anyhow. He reached his hand across the table to cup Zhi’s cheek. “You think about it, okay? But whatever you decide - stay in his class or don’t - just know that I’ll support you. Either way.”

“Thanks, Daddy.” Zhi’s eyes filled up again. He stood and brought up his other hand, cradling his face and kissing his forehead, just like he had when he was little.

“You’re welcome. Now that you ate most of my tarts I’m going to go upstairs and get an hour or two of sleep before everyone comes home and starts making noise. I’ve been up for nearly twenty-four hours now, I’m about to drop. Just do me a favor and take the rest of them upstairs with you, though, because if your sisters find out you got tarts and they didn’t that’s all we’ll hear for the rest of the night.”

Zhi popped one whole in his mouth. “Only two more to go.” Crumbs sprayed. Mako just shook his head, smiling, stifling a yawn.

“Don’t let your father catch you.” Zhi caught up with him, and balancing the plate with the remaining two tarts in his hand, slung his arm around his shoulders as they walked back up the stairs.

#imagines writing prompt #my fanfiction #mako #zhi #long post #neptuniumm

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Doctors orders

Fandom: Torchwood. Trigger warnings: None as far as I know but feel free to suggest. Characters: Owen Harper, Toshiko Sato, Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Gwen Cooper, Elise Carter (oc), The Doctor Rating: Teen and up

Blurb: A normal day in the hub until a familiar visitor arrives.

It was another month before Tosh was satisfied with her progress on the vortex manipulator. She wanted to make sure it would be one hundred percent safe for Elise to wear. It was then a matter of finding her, or calling her. Elise had thrown herself into studying as much as she possibly could when she wasn’t jump training or actively out so she had started to spend a lot of time in the archives. The cutest part of the whole thing was that Tosh and Owen had convinced her that the vortex manipulator project had to be abandoned weeks ago so it would be a surprise. Tosh sent an instant message telling Elise to meet her at her desk asap. It wasn’t long before a rather cheery looking Elise appeared. She borrowed Owens chair as he was away and sat backwards on it.

“How can I help you?”

“I have a present for you.” Tosh beamed.

“Oh? Aaand what might it be?”

Toshiko pulled the device from a box and held it out.

Elise gasped. “I thought you said it didn’t work.”

“We may have fibbed a little bit. Try it on.”

Elise wrapped it around her right wrist where it sat surprisingly comfortably.

“I managed to get it to register you as its owner. Still no time travel ability but it does mean you can change the settings and such. Plus I programmed it with your sleep alarm so you can swap your old watch for it”

“You’re an angel.”

Tosh smiled. “Oh stop it… By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask, why do you always wear your watch on your right wrist? I mean you’re right handed, isn’t it uncomfortable?”

“I just don’t like anything around my left wrist for too long. I got it trapped in a plastic pipe when I was little. I was sat there for about six hours until a fireman cut the thing off. I was a stupid child.”

“Six hours?”

“Yea. The first three I just sat there and tried to pull it out myself while next doors cat sat on my lap. I had to give up and call my dad after that.”

“How old were you?”

Elise blushed. “Ten. It was a drainage pipe in our back garden and it was the middle of the summer holidays.”

The women fell into a fit of giggles before collecting themselves.

“Do you want to come with and see if it works?”

Tosh nodded and followed Elise to go and fetch Owen. He was standing with a white rat in one hand and an ultrasound scanner in the other.

“Um… Do you need a hand?” Asked Tosh, looking very confused.

Owen sighed and held out the wriggling rodent. “Can you hold Brenda? She’s being a bitch.”

Tosh walked down and took the white rat who calmed down a little. “Brenda?”

“I needed to test the implants so I’ve got three females with them. This is Brenda. Alice is in that tank there and Cecelia is over there. Their weights have been the same but this ones weight has increased so I need to know if she’s pregnant or just fat. Of course she won’t keep still long enough to find out.”

Elise smiled and looked over at the other two very happy looking rats. Owen had a huge habitat for his testing rats to keep them as happy and healthy as possible. He never understood how labs kept their rats as an ill or unhappy rat messed up the results. His rats also lived a lot longer than most lab rats did, keeping costs low. He didn’t admit it often but he liked the rats and could sometimes be found just watching them. People like to forget how intelligent rats are and how interesting their social structures could be.

Owen was pleased to see that Brenda wasn’t pregnant. “Thanks for scaring me you fat cow.” He said, poking the rat on the nose. “I was thinking we could use them on the weevils we catch. At least then we’ll only have to deal with the ones that fall through the rift.”

“That’s not a bad idea.” Tosh said, cuddling the big white rat who was trying to climb down her shirt unsuccessfully.

Elise leant on the railing. “Want to come with us to test my new prezzy?”

“I missed the big reveal?” He pouted, taking Brenda and putting her back in her tank.

“Sorry, we couldn’t wait. So are you joining us or not?”

“Yea. Let me clean up and get these three back in their home and I’ll be with you.”

Gwen had been curious why Jack had been so insistent about staying close to the hub but realised very quickly why when a blue phone box seemed to materialise on the slab that hid a lift down to the hub.

“Is that what I think it is?” She asked.

Jack grinned. “It is.”

“So what are we doing here?”

“We’re going to go and say hello but we have to wait until he gets out otherwise he probably won’t answer the door.”

“This isn’t a good idea.”

“Are any of my ideas good?” He teased, looking like an excited child.

“Jack. I’ll follow but if he runs off I’m not chasing him.”

“Deal.”

The door to the police box opened and a lone man stepped out onto the unusually quiet street.

“Is that…?” Asked Gwen quietly.

“Yes he is. Come on.” Jack swept forward without waiting, making sure he had enough time to put himself between the TARDIS and the Doctor. “Doctor! It’s been a while.” He announced.

The Doctor looked round in surprise. “Jack?! It has.” He was cut off by a bone crushing hug.

“What are you doing here?”

“Just refueling. How did you..?”

“Would you believe coincidence?”

“Not even for a second. Gweneth?” The Doctor tilted his head in confusion.

“It’s just Gwen. Hello.” She smiled politely.

“That’s… Wow hello. Sorry. You reminded me of someone. There was someone I met last time I was here, said he was from the future. Gave me a hand.”

“Umm.”

“I mean a literal hand, in a tank. It was strange.”

“Err.”

“I think it was mine.”

“That would have been a future version of our medic, Owen. The future version… Isn’t around anymore.” Jack interjected, trying to end that conversation before it started.

“Medic?”

“How much did he tell you?”

“He said he didn’t have much time and that before I took off I needed to recheck every setting I had so I didn’t end up outside of the TARDIS’ chronological reach.”

“So you really don’t know.”

The Doctor side eyed Jack. “Know what?”

“Torchwood.”

“What about them? I thought that stopped after what happened in London.”

“Torchwood one closed but… Just come inside and meet everyone.”

“Jack, what have you done?”

“I changed things. A lot of things… For you.”

Gwen looked between the two, not sure of how to react.

“Jack..”

“Let me show you. Just while you’re refuelling. It’s not the same institute you knew, trust me.”

“I don’t have forever to meet everyone Jack.”

“You can’t meet four more people?”

“Four?”

“Just four.”

Elise bounced, landing her first space jump from a standing start. “No dizziness. I think that proves it works. Now we just need to test a time jump.”

Owen and Tosh gave a disapproving look.

“Let me just try once. Just by a minute. That way even if it doesn’t work it won’t do too much harm, yea?”

Owen crossed his arms. “I thought you said you didn’t know how to.”

“I don’t but I can try, please.”

“Fine. One jump. One minute.”

“Right.” She took a few steps away from them and let her mind drift, a tingling in her right hand spreading up her arm. She felt a slight jolt and looked around to see if it had worked. Owen was looking relieved and Tosh immediately wrapped her arms around Elise.

“That was three minutes. You ok?” Owen asked, looking her over.

“I’m fine. No headache, no nausea.” She touched her nose. “No bleeding. What happened from your side?”

“You just disappeared then reappeared.” Tosh said into her shoulder.

“Then it worked.” She smiled brightly. Once Tosh stepped back she looked at the vortex manipulator that was glowing lightly. She opened the cover and saw a bright blue hologram swirling above it, hundreds of symbols moving around each other before settling into neat lines. They turned slowly before converging into the centre, morphing into the familiar time symbol. The hologram faded and the small screen showed two words. “Calibration complete.”

Ianto looked up from his book as the door to the tourist information centre opened, relaxing as Jack entered.

“Ianto, this is the Doctor. Doctor, this is Ianto Jones. He keeps everything running.”

The Doctor was looking around skeptical before pausing. “Have we met? You look familiar.”

“I don’t think so, no.”

Jack opened the hidden door. “Are the others still here?”

“As far as I know yes. What’s going on?”

“The Doctor is visiting and I want to introduce everybody.”

“Are you sure? I mean… After the meeting... “

“It’ll be fine. Elise was just emotional.”

“If you’re sure.” Ianto watched them leave before turning to Gwen. “Has he lost his mind?”

“Apparently.” Shrugged Gwen in reply.

“We should keep an eye on them.”

“You just want to see her slap him.”

“I neither agree nor disagree, but we should follow if we don’t want to miss anything.”

Owen had to admit he was a little relieved that Elise had some kind of protection if she needed to time jump but the whole thing still put him on edge. She seemed happy at least. He sat down at his desk and leant back in his chair, hitting the space-bar on his keyboard to wake his computer back up.

“And this…” Jacks voice announced from the doorway. “Is Dr Owen Harper.”

Owen looked up, not expecting anyone to be visiting. If he was he would have kept his lab coat on. “You remembered the doctor part for once.”

“Owen, this is the Doctor.”

Owen sat up straight at the name, silent in disbelief.

“You look better than the last, first, other, time we met.” The Doctor smiled, trying to work out his mixed timeline. “But I suppose that hasn’t happened yet for you.”

Jack smiled as if this was all completely normal. “How are the rats?”

“Fat and not pregnant. I sent a message to the breeder and he said that one was always greedy so it isn’t a side effect.” Owen said, still looking between Jack and the Doctor.

“How long until the implants are ready for general use on the weevils at least.”

“For the weevils they’re ready now, for human use I’d still leave it a few weeks to be sure. All in lab tests say they’re 100% safe but human bodies are the bane of lab tests.”

“Good to hear. Where’s Tosh?”

“She’ll be here in a sec. The vortex manipulator test was a success.”

The Doctor immediately shot a worried look to Jack who rolled his eyes. “Relax, it’s not for actually time travelling, just for protection from the radiation of the time vortex.”

“Why would you need that?” The Doctor asked, still very unsure.

“You’ll see. Just relax before both of your hearts give out.”

“Jack-”

“Tosh.” Jack called over, spotting the tech expert. “Doctor, this is Toshiko Sato. Our technology expert.”

“Wait, I’ve definitely met you before. With the space pig.” The Doctor smiled, his worries outwardly forgotten.

“O-oh yes. I remember that. Owen was originally meant to be there but… Well…” She paused, not able to remember if Owen had told Jack why he’d been uncontactable that day.

“You’re looking well.”

“Thanks. Um…”

Jack seemed happy with the interaction, relaxing his shoulders a little. “Owen said the vortex manipulator project was successful.”

“Yes. We just tested it and it worked perfectly. Elise didn’t even get dizzy.”

“Speaking of… Where is she?”

“She was just grabbing a book so she could study it here. She shouldn’t be long but… Are you sure? You know how she feels about… Um…”

“It’ll be fine. She has some self control.”

“Yes, but she’s not going to be happy.”

“She’ll live.”

Tosh and Owen shared a worried look as she sat at her desk.

The Doctor looked around the large room as he heard a screech. Myfanwy landed in the centre, sticking her beak under one of the chairs to grab a paper ball that had rolled underneath it. Ianto rushed over. “No! Drop it.” He ordered, holding his hand out as if he was talking to a dog. The pteranodon tilted her head with the paper ball clamped in the end of her beak making a small caw like noise.

“Myfanwy, drop, now. You always choke on paper. Paper is not food. Does it smell like BBQ sauce?”

The dinosaur dropped the paper ball into his hand and huffed before flying back up to her nest in a strop.

“Myfanwy?” Asked the Doctor, smiling as the creature flew up.

“She’s an unofficial hub pet. Her nest is up there, what do you think?” Jack asked softly.

“You tamed a pteranodon.”

“Semi tamed. She still brings back sheep sometimes.”

“She’s brilliant.”

“I told you I’d changed this place.”

“I’m still not fully convinced but it’s better. A lot better.”

Elise held the old journal to her chest as she walked back towards her desk. In the corner of her eye she saw something move in the shadows, at least she thought she did. She couldn’t be sure as the archives were the kind of place that seemed to change day by day. She didn’t know how Ianto managed to keep track of everything. The shadows could wait, she had studying to do. The journal had belonged to one of the men responsible for building many of the heavy mechanical parts of the hub and had started the process of integrating alien technology into it. It contained full diagrams and illustrations for each part. It was fascinating.

She was pleased with how her day was going and her mind wandered to what she was going to make for dinner before a new voice pulled her thoughts into sharp contrast. The speech sounded friendly but definitely unfamiliar. She tried to stay unseen as she made her way over to her desk and placed down the journal carefully.

“Elise.” Jack said, making her jump.

She turned. “Yea? Is there something I can do?”

“Elise, this is the Doctor. Doctor, this is Elise Carter. Our time traveller.”

Elise looked at the unassuming looking man and felt a mix of nerves and rage. “Jack, can I have a quick word.”

“Go ahead.”

“In private.”

The Doctor was still staring at her as if he saw something no one else did.

“Back in a sec.” Jack smiled and headed up to his office, Elise close behind.

She waiting until the door was fully closed and rubbed her temples.

Jack leant on his desk. “Is there a problem? How do you like your new accessory?”

“It’s great, I can jump without getting sick, it’s comfortable, looks badass. In other news, what the hell? After everything you bring him in here?”

“Yes. I did. I own the place I can invite whoever I wish.”

“Jack, I’m not arguing that. Why are you trying to impress someone who just abandoned you?”

“I don’t expect you to be friends, or even understand, just be civil.”

“You’re right, I don’t understand. And just telling him about my time travel thing?”

“I trust him.”

“That’s your biggest problem. How do you think Ianto’s feeling right now? Bringing the guy you’d move heaven and earth for here.”

“I’m not comparing them.”

“No, but it hurts to see you pining over the guy. I know you don’t see that sort of thing but it doesn’t stop it being true. Please don’t do this.”

“He’ll be gone before the end of the day, just play nice until then. And if anyone understands what’s going on with this time jumping thing it’s him. Just talk, that’s all I ask.”

Elise sighed and rubbed her hands over her face. “Ok. Ok. Just, take Ianto on a date or something after, please?”

“I will. Go on, you first.”

Tosh had been talking about their computer system enthusiastically to the doctor as she heard Jack’s office door open. She smiled and waved Elise over.

A very uncomfortable looking Elise walked over and took Tosh’s hand in hers for comfort, offering the other to the Doctor to shake.

“I’m Elise. Nice to meet you.” She said, trying her best to be as civil as possible.

He shook her hand. “So, time traveller?”

“Yes, sort of. Around twenty four hours either way, max.”

“How?”

“I’m not completely sure but it has a lot to do with this.” She let go of Toshiko’s hand and held out her left hand to show the scar. “There’s thousands of microscopic symbols under the skin and it all comes from that I think. I’m learning to control it.”

“No no no, I mean what kind of technology is it attached to?”

“It isn’t.”

He stared into her eyes and whispered to himself. “That’s not possible. You shouldn’t even be functioning. When Rose absorbed the time vortex it started killing her in minutes, this isn’t right… You’re not even part of time anymore.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re not possible. You shouldn’t exist. You’re a walking paradox.”

“Can you elaborate a little?”

The Doctor ran his hand through his hair, trying desperately to think of a way to explain. “You’re like schrodinger's cat. You’re both part of this time and not at the same time. You’re always in the time vortex but you’re not. It’s like you’re out of alignment with reality, everywhere and nowhere.”

“Like the fairies?”

“Fairies?”

“Inter-dimensional beings that don’t follow linear time.”

“Yes and no. Theoretically you’re existing as if you’re constantly in the rift but in a controlled spot. You have access to everything but that means it also has access to you but only if you’re close enough. A human shouldn’t be able to do that. No being should be able to do that. But you’re here and you’re human and most importantly you’re not dead. You are a part of the rift and the rift is part of you.” He took her scarred hand and looked at the vortex manipulator then turned to Tosh. “You modified this?”

She nodded, trying to keep up.

“You did a good job.” He turned back to Elise. “Elise, never take this off. This is stabilising your place in reality. Don’t even try to go beyond that twenty four hour limit and never try and travel through the rift. You could lose yourself and I don’t even know what that could do. I can’t stop you travelling, really wish I could, just try to keep it to a minimum. And Jack, you have to protect her. If she got into the wrong hands not even I would be able to fix the damage. I’m guessing the only reason reality hasn’t torn itself apart is that rift manipulator you have keeping everything stable. If Torchwood had been like it was then…” The horror dawned on his face. “I believe you. Jack, I’m going to need to be able to trust you with this because there’s nothing I can do at this point.”

Jack smiled softly. “Admitting you have no idea?”

“Yes. I am. I can’t go back and change this because there’s nowhere to go back to. There’s no start point.”

Elise paused and thought to herself. “Can we talk about Jack’s immortality now?”

The Doctor’s eyes widened.

Ianto offered his bag of popcorn to Gwen who gladly took some. No one took their eyes off of Jack.

“What?” Said Elise, confused about the reaction.

Jack sighed. “He didn’t know.”

“I’m cleaning out the cells for the foreseeable future aren’t I?”

“I’m not that petty… Maybe.”

The Doctor shook his head. “What do you mean immortality?”

“I can’t die… Or more I can’t stay dead.”

“What happened?”

“Can we not talk about this out here?”

Elise took Toshiko’s left hand and Owens right. “We’re going to go and grab lunch. Right Gwen? Ianto?”

Internally Ianto was disappointed but he understood and nodded. Gwen was happy to be out of there as it had gotten very uncomfortable. As soon as the rest of the team were out of sight Jack began.

“When Rose brought me back from the dead the first time. It stuck. I’ve been here for a long time. I don’t age anymore, rarely get sick and every time I’ve died I get dragged back… It’s like she overdid it. I don’t blame her for it. It wasn’t like she was fully in control but it’s been so long now.”

The Doctor leant back against a desk in shock. “I’m so sorry… I didn’t know.”

“How would you?”

“I can see why you wanted to talk, but I don’t have an answer for you.”

“I didn’t expect you to. The rift spiked when the TARDIS locked on to this time and place so I thought you might be able to help Elise. She thinks she has to be angry on my behalf.” He looked off into space with a slight smile.

“I don’t blame her.”

“She reminds me a little of Rose. All heart and temper. It’s how she ended up the way she is.”

“You should come with me, just for a little while.”

Jack laughed softly. “If you’d asked me six months ago I would have left without question but I’m needed here for now. Anyway, I don’t plan on going anywhere. Give it fifty years and maybe I’ll say yes.”

Elise stared down into her drink.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure Jack isn’t angry.” Gwen soothed, leaning on the table. “Well, not that angry.”

Elise sunk lower in her chair. “Why can’t I just keep my mouth shut.”

“You can’t help it if he didn’t tell you.” Said Ianto trying not to be jealous but failing miserably.

“I should have guessed. I mean it’s Jack, he never tells anyone anything important unless he has to.”

“Cheer up. We’ve got houses to look at later.” Tosh smiled.

Gwen turned. “Houses? You’re moving?”

“Since the break in I can’t sleep there.”

“I started out like that but it settled after a while. Maybe you just need to give it some time.”

“I don’t think I’d survive that long without sleep. Plus with Elise staying permanently we really need a larger place.”

“Look at you officially moving in together.”

“It’s not as if we haven’t been already.”

“Still. Now it’s a place you both get to choose… There’s a thought.”

“Hmm?”

“Is Owen going too?”

Owen looked up from his sandwich at the sound of his name. “I like to have my own space, even if I don’t sleep there.”

“Makes sense. I don’t know how you three handle a relationship like you do.”

“Why?”

“How do you get past the whole jealousy and paranoia?”

“By actually talking to each other?”

Elise swirled her drink lazily. “Not everyone can. Some people are just wired to only be part of a pair. Others aren’t. It’s all about compatibility. It’s not as if those thoughts and feelings go away, believe me, but they’re easier to deal with when you find the right person or people.”

Jack waved as the Doctor closed the TARDIS door behind himself. It felt good to say goodbye on his own terms for once.

“Did we miss him leaving.” Asked Ianto, handing Jack a bag containing his lunch.

“He’ll be back. He always comes back eventually.”

#Torchwood #doctor who #the doctor #jack harkness #gwen cooper #ianto jones #owen harper #toshiko sato

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