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A Court of Mischief and Purpose Chapter Eleven (Loki x fem! Reader Crossover fic)

Series Summary: Based on Sarah J Mass's A Court of Thorns and Roses series with the Tom Hiddleston characters. You are a woman of 1885 in Aldwinter in Essex, England, dying of tuberculosis. Never to be married to the local Lusty Vicar. When Loki appears to you and offers to heal you...if you spend a week of every month with him.

Chapter Summary: The Translation book is found. You learn about Robert's past in a luxurious High-Rise. But Loki has private torments of his own, it seems...

Word Count: 6K (to quote @muddyorbsblr prepare drinkies and snackies accordingly. I'm gonna write a short chapter and other lies I tell myself)

Content Warnings: Brief mention of suicide recalling the canon events of High-Rise. Mentions of cheating (not Loki, but Will Ransome's canon actions). Mentions of drinking and mental illness. Thirst but no actual smut. Nightmares and anxiety.

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You continued to sit on Loki’s lap as healers arrived to take Skurge away. They were scared and whispering. They stared at him in frightened awe.

“Hmmm. Could we have some food? The mischief just done to him has made me quite hungry,” Loki crooned over to the Grandmaster.

He nodded, his eyes even brighter with the blue eyeliner. He snapped his fingers at a servant. Another scantily clad woman. You took note of how she moved her hips- so when you walked, you would move your hips that freely too.

“Some food? I have plenty of food. Oh and- what! A! convenience! - I’m hungry too! Give us some snacks and be a dear and be quick,” The Grandmaster said.

She nodded her head with a smile and vanished.

“Thank you. He deserved it,” you sent to Loki.

He didn’t reply but gave you a smile, his hold on you safe and secure, but not tight.

The woman arrived with platters and set them down as gracefully as a ballerina. You took a sip of your abandoned drink- fizzy and fruity and light. The alcohol could barely be tasted from all the sweetness in its flavor. You took note to take slower sips of it- you didn’t want to test your personal limit of drunkenness now. The plate with slices of bread and meat along with cheeses and grapes. The Grandmaster rubbed his hands and immediately began stuffing his face.

You gave Loki a smile again, tilting your head as you relaxed on his lap. Then you lifted a hand and traced his cheek lovingly.

“Oh my poor, hungry god. Let me take care of you, hm?” you murmured.

“When do you not take care of me?” he replied.

You plucked off grapes from the plate and popped one into his mouth. He caught each one with a smile and chewed with a loud crunch. The Grandmaster meanwhile was just blabbering on to any passerby with chewed cheese still in his mouth. You decided to ignore the disgusting sight of spat-up, chewed food. You merely kept feeding Loki his grapes and even lifting his cup so he could have his drink. As you held up the latest grape to his mouth, he caught your hand- his lips barely over your fingers. Savoring that bit of taste of your own skin on him. Then he released it and chewed it like normal.

Fighting how tingly you felt between your legs from it, you scoured the crowd for the others. Hal, Thomas, and Robert were doing all well. Convincing everyone they were just here to socialize and drink and eat and party. Nothing amiss. Robert was tapping his foot to the music, though you could tell Hal and Thomas were inwardly cringing at it.

Loki turned his head.

“My, my, Skurge never knew when to shut up!” The Grandmaster said, turning back to you two. “Oh well- he should know better than to mess with a god, Loki. Lesson learned! Not gonna lie, the shadows were impressive! You always go for the flashy displays of power.”

“If you weren’t here, the ruler over them, do you know what I’d like to do, Grandmaster? I’d like to make myself their ruler. I’d make every one of them kneel before me, demand it until they did,” Loki boasted.

“Oooo, one of your secrets? Should I take notes- hmmm, that sounds nice to me. A whole crowd of people on their knees before you! Well- I mean- you were a sight in my own bed, Loki.”

The Grandmaster gave another eyebrow wiggle. You saw a pink blush on Loki’s cheeks- embarrassment. But you merely laughed it off.

“Is that how you won his favor?” you thought to him.

“In short- yes. Please don’t ask more.”

“And what of you- YN? I bet…Loki knows the sight of you…kneeling, we shall say, very well at this point,” The Grandmaster continued with that “shit-eating grin” as Robert would say.

You gave another smile with a slow shrug.

“Oh, of course, I love it!” you cooed.

You turned your head back to Loki as he causally took a sip of his drink and set it down.

“As if you could ever demand me to kneel!” you added on with another grin, your voice in laughter.

The god took his free hand that wasn’t wrapped around you and barely touched your forearm with his fingers. His smile never left, and his voice dropped lower.

“If you’re a good girl for the rest of today, say the word tonight, my dear. And, I’ll kneel before you.”

A gasp escaped you. Your thighs clenched. You felt as if you could burst into a hundred bits at his words. And the feeling between your legs happened again. It was everything in you not to melt, burst, or react strongly. Only looking at him as he smiled saying those words. A slight surprised inhale took you through, cooling the heat rising inside

The Grandmaster wiped off his food with his sleeve, ignoring the cloth napkins.

“As much as I love it when horndogs don't hide it around me- I want to turn things back to me. Can you believe it- I’m collecting books! I’m a Renaissance man after all! Planet creator, game host, and book collector. Ooo, I have a few new ones that, get this, translate languages. Yes! And I’m smart too! All these aliens and gods and you don’t know what they’re saying. Might as well catch up with all the new and old tongues! But these are the first edition copies of them! I mean- some of them are so expensive, Loki, I couldn’t even let you see them,” he chattered on.

Jonathan returned from a dark corner. His eyes caught Loki’s briefly. The Spy nodded his head in confirmation with a smirk.

Loki and you exchanged a small look. To not increase suspicion, you stayed a few more minutes. Jonathan merely went to the corner of the party, hands in his pockets and feigning shyness. You fed him Loki a few more grapes. You listened to the Grandmaster's three more ridiculous boasts.

Then Loki gestured for you to stand up. As he raised his hand, the rest of the circle turned their heads.

“Rethinking about Skurge- I might go to my oaf brother. See if I can persuade or trick him perhaps for your games. Wouldn’t that be nice?” Loki asked.

“Oh- hell yes! The God of Thunder!? Versus Korg! Of course!” replied the Grandmaster.

“Well then- I must hurry to him then. Please excuse us. Everyone! Time to hurry back!” he ordered to his circle.

Loki placed a hand on your back, touching the small middle of it. It felt so…warm, so nice…again the hot, wet, tingly feeling stayed in you. He waved at the other variants to follow behind him.

As everyone got into the next room, Loki at once created a portal to Asgard. Everyone slipped through at once- hurriedly. You were getting quite used to hurrying through portals now! Immediately you were in your special meeting room in Asgard. All of you breathed a deep sigh of relief. The soft orange lights of the lit candles around the stone walls were welcome versus the garish Sakarr lights.

Jonathan pulled up the end of his shirt and revealed that there was a thin, hardcover book in bright red hidden beneath it. Everyone applauded and Robert patted Jonathan’s back.

“Got it,,” Jonathan said.

“Well now- seeing as also you are the one who’s fluent in a few languages, why don’t you help our Baronet translate it?” asked Loki.

Thomas nodded.

“Oh please, any and all help is much appreciated!” he replied.

Jonathan nodded his head, “of course.”

“We’ll need to translate the spell, especially for Loki. The dagger itself won’t be too hard- I only need a welder for the blade.”

Thomas slumped his shoulders in his black jacket.

“It’s the tracking device I have trouble with,” he lamented.

“Tracking device?” Hal questioned, eyes forward to him in curiosity.

“A special device we can use to find where the cauldron is…it still isn’t functioning,” Thomas sighed. “It probably needs Loki’s magic…”

Loki folded his arms.

“I doubt my powers alone can…but there is magic in all the realms. We could find something. I will inspect it and ask.”

The god turned over to you.

“And I think we should thank our gracious lady- looking quite ravishing, I dare say- in her performance in her role. The Grandmaster never suspected a thing with you- the rumored about…lady,” he said.

You gave a small curtsy out of habit, one hand over your cleavage now for the sake of modesty.

“It wasn’t…as bad as I thought. I honestly had a little fun!” you replied.

Loki turned to everyone.

“Now, Thomas and Jonathan have a bit of work ahead of them- but first let us all relax. Celebrate perhaps, if we’re up to it. We had two eventful journeys one after the other!”

You returned over to your room to change out of the dress into your normal clothes. You were still tingly. Ghosts of his touch, his skin over your back, arms, and legs. Still feeling his warmth, the contact…and remembering that you actually liked at. As you looked in the mirror in your room. Your thoughts swam, replaying it over and over….

You may have pretended to be a whore. But the arousal you felt earlier was not pretending.

You put up a mental shield in case a certain god would make a snide comment.

But…it was just…an emotion. Just a bodily function. Nothing more. It’s done now. Won’t happen again you told yourself.

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That night you woke up with a start. you heard Loki’s thoughts.

But it was different. Not with the smooth, confident, flirtatious tone he had in. He sounded troubled. And it was loud

Stones…Tesseract…Thor..Danger…in danger-Thanos-Help. Help!

Though not every word made sense to you, you got up at once. Was he in danger!? Was something happening? You heard no sounds of a battle, of a fight anywhere near you. It all seemed like a normal, calm night. But that didn’t mean something wasn’t going on!

You ran out to the halls. Your senses stretched out, reaching out for where his room was. You located it in not too long a time- it turned out not to be too far from yours. Your feet making a sound against the stone floors. Only some torches on the walls of the palace lighting your way. The thoughts in your head, his scared, scared voice continuing to ring in a panicked murmur

Thanos- Thanos- Thanos.

Sure enough, there were guards right outside the prince’s room.

“I think Loki’s in danger! Please! Check his room!” you begged them.

They gave a little look of disbelief from the calm stillness from outside. But without further question, they opened the doors. In the dark, from his open window was a sliver of moonlight. There was only a lump on the bed beneath green blankets. You searched around, the guards slowly brought out their spears. Your senses reached out, and you could feel the white-hot trickle on your hand threatening flames-

But no one was there. No one except the lump on the bed. Tossing, and then thrashing- you could make out the top of his dark, curly head.

“Thanos-Thanos-won’t work-his hand-can’t breathe-”

“There is no one here- only his grace sleeping,” one replied.

“I think he’s…he’s having a bad dream,” you replied.

Still, you hurried to him, his voice in your head, ringing in a panicked tone, his thrashing in sleep beneath the blankets continuing as his voice in your head raised-

“Can’t breathe-can’t breathe-can’t breathe- can’t-”

“Loki wake up!” you cried out loud. You shook at the lump violently.

He emerged from it. His dark curls were all messy from sleep about his head. Free and beautiful. One needn’t guess his divinity. He woke with a start, sharply inhaling from his nose. And he was not wearing clothes- the blanket covering the lower half of his body.

Oh god, oh dammit you cursed silently at the sight of his pale, broad chest with black hair on it. Not to mention all the abdominal muscles. He smoothed it out of his face to see you with a muscled arm.

You forced yourself to focus on his face- after all, his eyes still looked scared. More genuinely scared than you ever saw him.

“Why are you here?” he asked.

“I heard part of your bad dream in my mind. The shield was down. I heard some of it…”

His face fell, wide eyes and a frown on his face. Vulnerable and scared. You lifted a hand to rub his arm in comfort.

“But it’s just a dream- it’s not real-this is. Everything’s fine,” you soothed.

He wrapped his arms around him and hugged you. You hugged back tightly. You hadn’t hugged since the night you told him you would stay here.

“What was the…dream? What happened? What or who is Thanos?” you asked.

The guards stayed positioned and silent. Whatever they thought of the scene, their faces didn’t show it.

Loki released the hug, then clasped your hands, a stray curl falling over his face.

“Thomas has things he is not ready to discuss. And I have things I’m not ready to discuss either…Only this- when I- when I went to the Prophet earlier, before Vanaheim, I learned a few more things. About myself, about things that might happen to me…but…”

“You don’t have to talk about them if you’re not ready,” you assured him.

He nodded his head.

“Thank you…”

“Do you need anything?” you asked, peeking over at the guards.

“I’m usually very good at falling back asleep, YN darling…I don’t need much. Never did. I’ll be fine…” he assured you.

He gave you a smile. But one that looked a twinge sad. With that, despite your curiosity, it was better to respect his refusal to talk about the dream further. You left his room with the guards.

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The next afternoon, You did not mention last night to Loki as he trained you with your magic. He was more into helping you control items.

“Now- spin those daggers!” he instructed.

With a lift of your hands, the daggers on the floor went into the air and spun like windmills.

Your fire and moving about of objects and sensing were fine. But as for the light- that could use a bit more work. You could adjust it when sunlight poured through- but that was it. Control it- like the stage lights of a theatre. But no more. You wished it was something that would be useful to fight Grendel with. But oh well- who knew what fates gave you these gifts? The others would be just useful.

“Very well- you’re quite the little sorceress!” he praised. “Now- I say we have had our fill of that!”

As the training for magic finished, you took a deep breath. Physical training was going to start soon- the ones with you and the men. You and Loki left to go through the halls. From one door to outside, you heard footsteps.

There in the hall walked Jonathan with a small vase full of little white and yellow wildflowers in a small grey, ceramic vase.

Loki went up to him.

“And what are you doing not helping Thomas?” he asked.

“We needed a break. Translating it is hard and grueling. It’s going to take a while,” he explained.

“Mr. Pine, I have another question! Why- did you get my mother’s or the gardener’s permission to rip out those plants?” Loki asked, hands on his hips. Studying the flowers.

Jonathan’s eyes were larger and soft, like the soft gaze puppies would get. He held over the vase.

“It’s a gift for Stella. To remind her of the time in the garden with Sif and me. She got the drabest of all the rooms here- I thought these might brighten it. Make her happy. The queen permitted it.”

You gave him a smile, a hand flying over your heart.

“How sweet of you! Next time- here’s a hint I can say as her friend…”

You gestured for Jonathan to come closer. He did, and your voice became a stage whisper.

“Remember what the prophet said? Her favorite color is blue!”

Jonathan smiled, beaming and relaxed.

“It is mine as well,” he responded.

Loki plucked out a finger and twirled it mid-air. The flowers all turned to blue ones. The vase itself had a creamy white over it with little blue stars painted all over it.

“Seems fitting- stars for the lady whose name means ‘star’. One shouldn’t miss out on presentation,” the god commented.

Jonathan thanked him kindly. He seemed far from the serious spy capable of drowning men in pools.

As he left, you both watched him. Then shared a quiet look with each other, you were biting down a grin. You crept up behind to watch Jonathan head towards Stella’s door, Loki behind you. A mouth covering your giggling.

You and Loki both stopped at a corner to peek over at it, to watch it unfold.

Jonathan knocked on the door. Sif answered the door with a dagger in her hand, then relaxed recognizing him.

Stella then went up after Sif. Her eyes went big at him and then to the flowers and vase. She made a small gasp, seeing the pattern.

“The stars-it’s a reference to your name,” you heard Jonathan explain.

“Hmm, at least admit it you got the line from me,” Loki complained under his breath.

Then she gave him a large, genuine smile. You heard her thanking him. Looking brightly into his eyes. She accepted the vase gently, their fingers brushing against each other. You could see some pink in her cheeks as they did.

Then they said their goodbyes and she closed the door- almost hesitantly.

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Training came and went to make the days faster. . Magic almost every day. Sparring with Sif every other day-though she still beat you most of the time. Stella was merely content to watch that one from a bench, applauding quietly for whoever won. Physical Training was still daily. But for the past two days…you noticed Robert never showed up.

“He’s only repainting his walls. He gets invested in it…it calms him,” Loki confided in you.

It wasn’t usual to have him stay indoors and not out socializing with everyone. Bragging about the few times he beat Jonathan in sparring. Making little quips. Saying something to make Sif roll her eyes again.

Once training was done, you sensed where his room was. You went to the doors of his quarters and knocked. He opened the door at once. He was just in his white shirt and grey tie- but the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“Oh, hello!”

“I was just worried about you,” you said.

“I was…I’m just painting.”

“Can I see?” you asked.

He opened the door further and allowed you in. When you explored his room, everything was strictly neat. In order. Controlled The chests in their place. The chairs. A table with a few paintbrushes on them. Their bristles stiff with use. But then it showed there were blankets and plastic over them. The walls were once plain brown but now had a blueish-grey paint all over them. There were cans sitting still on the floor by them.

“How is all of it going?” you asked.

Robert folded his arms.

“It’s well…I just learned I’m banned from Vanaheim. Forever. For destroying the palace,” he said.

“Oh, my- a whole realm!” you responded.

His eyes went down, his face sullen.

“That’s all I amount to, YN- a creature of destruction,” he said sadly.

“You aren’t!”

He walked around. Then he sat down on the little couch. He patted the side next to you adn you sat down there.

“I am- I told you I went mad once. Let me explain how- it all started when my sister died.”

“Oh, Robert! How hard!” you commented.

“We were close and it was hard. I grieved so hard, that I wanted to start over. So there was a luxury high-rise apartment complex set up. The talk of the town. I moved in there. Everything you could name was in it-pools, stores, schools, spas, and there were constant parties every night. It seemed like heaven.”

An apartment complex with all of those things? You could have never imagined! You kept your eyes on him, listening to more. You eyed the cans of paint still sitting in the corner. It seemed he already used half of them. The sting of the smell in your nostrils.

“I met people, more than just the neighbors on my floor. So many new people. I even had lovers. No strings. No real commitments. Just each other's beds and bodies. And then more parties- with so much drinking, and the drugs. There was one party I showed up to. Brought some wine as a gift for them- but when I got there, it was a costume party. And I wasn’t dressed. They laughed at me. Then this fellow named Munrow- he took my classes and lived there. He grabbed the wine from my hands. Dragged me out by the collar. Tossed me onto the elevator and pressed the button for it to close and descend…all while he laughed. All while they all laughed.”

“How cruel!” you cried.

“It angered me so much that I couldn’t think of anything else I wanted more than revenge. So one day I was given his brain scans. Everything looked healthy. So I went to him and told him he had a brain tumor. It was fatal. All lies, of course.”

He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. He took one smoke and then puffed it out.

“He got drunk and killed himself almost right after I told him.”

Your jaw was on the floor. Then a realization came upon you.

“Robert, when you went to the cottage…Munrow was…was he…”

“That was what the Weaver looked like when I looked at her,” he replied.

“Then it all got worse. First, the garbage stopped working. Then no electricity. Then no water. There was no food. But I didn’t want to leave. No one wanted to leave. The perfect place, the most convenient place. We were all dependent on the place that badly…we didn’t leave. The rich upper floors decided the poorer lower floors must be killed. People exchanged their wives for food. Then…there were murders…”

He took a shaky puff, letting out the air. His eyes were a little vacant, staring out the window onto the city of Asgard as he continued to speak. Still, you listened.

“I was scared- always scared. And angry. I beat someone. Hid myself. Took another lover- and she said…she called me the best amenity here. Then it struck me- at first I wanted a release, to drown in lust. It was fine at first. But now…no one held me. Talked to me. Asked me how my day was. They didn’t…they didn’t want to see me. Hold me. But I realized…they didn’t give a fuck about me. Just wanted my cock- and they hadn’t changed. With everything breaking down…I…I broke down too. I was so scared, so angry, so alone. I…I broke down.”

“What do you remember about it?” you asked.

“I was covered in paint. I kept muttering things. I remember at the time, my mind was racing- so many thoughts- too fast to catch. I was covered in paint all the time. Eating dog food- it was all we had. I was always scared. I would switch. Euphoria one minute. Terror the next. Fury the next. I couldn’t do anything. But listen to music and paint and drink scour for what little food there was and try not to get killed-”

He paused. Taking a look back at you.

“Robert…that sounds like a nightmare…” you remarked.

He took another puff of a cigarette.

“Then one day Loki found me. He appeared right out of thin air. I kept yelling at him to get away from me. He dragged me to Asgard, kicking and screaming. Literally. Forced me to see healers and gave me a bath and a shave. He forced me to clean up. He had me take all these potions, these things…with all sorts of what they have here. They gave me medicines to take daily. I did, even if they were bitter. He made sure I was fed, safe, and clean every day. Then…then I…I wasn’t as scared. My mind didn’t race. It was still. I felt at peace. Now, it didn’t all happen overnight- but it did happen.”

You folded your arms and sat next to him on his chair. He took another slow drag of a cigarette adn then smushed it away.

“I never want to go back to that High-Rise ever again. It’ll break me. Then I will refuse any offers to leave. Then I’ll just break others. And I doubt I’ll get out alive…”

You took in a deep breath. Then you spoke with a soothing tone.

“It’s over…but it still haunts you- Munrow, the building, the violence- no wonder you broke down. Yet…the building became a trap for everyone. And Munrow…chose what he chose to do. Nothing with you.”

“I feel like his killer. And maybe in that state, I did kill someone, or something, and didn’t know it…it’s like destruction won’t leave me. What if it comes back again, that’s what keeps me awake at night…” he fretted.

“Munrow’s drunken choice was his drunken choice- not yours. And look at you now- learning how to fight! Sparring with soldiers. Surviving among gods. Solving riddles and collecting spellbooks. Offering to help for the greater good! You suffered from guilt and shame and your horrendous experience- and you survived! What would your sister think of you doing all this now? Robert, wallowing won’t help you move on- I know! I’m sure I’ve stopped crying my tears over my own recent pain!”

He looks at you.

“The pain never leaves you. And you can’t control the worries.”

He picked off a piece of invisible lint from his pants. You offered your hand and he took it.

“But this time, if the…madness ever re-appears. We will be prepared. There are healers here. If I ever start to…you know, show some signs…just tell us.”

“I don’t want any of them to be afraid of me, including you…”

You shook your head.

“I won’t let being afraid interfere with getting you help. I will help you. Loki helped you. We will all help you, Robert!” you promised.

You felt his hand relax, the pulse slowing. You saw him soften. He even smiled a little.

“Thank you.”

You looked about the room.

“With your new life here, and these walls with it’s new color- you’re not a creature of destruction, Robert. You’re one of creation!” you said.

His smile increased, and the same old Robert sparkled back in his eyes. He then walked over to the paint cans. Then as he went over to you, he picked up an extra paintbrush that was lying on a little table.

“Would you like to help a little? It needs a second coat,” he offered.

“I would love to help,” you answered.

Dipping a brush into the can of paint, the gooey wet stuff dripped down. He pointed to a part of the wall and you began to paint a little of it. Who cared if a few little stains got on your dress? It felt good and you saw Robert indeed calmed down with each stroke. It wasn’t long before Loki arrived, knocking on the door. His voice with a forced calm to it.

“Why- Robert, what is YN doing in your room? She went to find you and was gone for a while!” he said.

The doctor smirked and then laughed a little.

“We were only talking and painting the room!” he insisted.

Going over to the table, you picked up another paintbrush. You offered it to Loki.

“Would you like to help us? Don’t use your magic, it’s far more satisfying to do it yourself!” you suggested.

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Your arms were a little sore by dinner, and not just from having to do pushups. Though as all of you sat around the table- You, Loki and the variants, Stella, and Sif. In walked Thor excitedly.

“Exciting news, dear brother and friends! This next month is the annual Starfall Ball here in Asgard!” he announced.

Loki and Sif only nodded. But the others looked among them. Thomas’s eyes went big.

“A Starfall Ball?” he asked.

Thor grinned, nodding his head.

“The night when the stars all begin to fall through the sky in one of the most beautiful displays in the nine realms. Father and Mother are hosting a ball beneath the stars to celebrate!” he announced.

You nearly jumped in your seat, your hands tingling.

“Oh! How beautiful! I’ve been to dances but- a ball! A ball, Stella!” you cried, looking at her sitting next to you.

Stella’s thick, pink lips parted slightly. Then it broke into a smile.

“It sounds lovely! I must stay to go! Oh, but YN, I don’t think I have anything to wear! I doubt any of the clothes Loki brought from home are grand enough for a palace ball!”

“Oh, we’ll discuss it later! We will decide what to wear. Our own clothes or perhaps ask Loki to conjure something Or we’ll go shopping!”

Loki glanced towards you at his name being mentioned.

“The fashions of all the Asgardian ladies are fascinating…” Stella commented.

Hal smiled and then looked over the table.

“Well then- it shall be a mirthful affair-Why, how fares our good sirs Pine and Sharpe?” he asked.

Thomas scrunched his face and then released it. Jonathan’s hands at the table merely turned to fists.

“It’s far harder than we think. It’s hard to translate. And hard to make…” Thomas answered.

“Perhaps you- all of you- could use a bit of levity with this ball,” Robert said. “And we better start to learn how they dance here in Asgard.”

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You had a dream that night.

In the dream, you were close to back home. The forest of Aldwinter.

First- you sensed a presence. A creature. He seemed at first like a tall gorilla, with a large red mouth full of sharp teeth. Standing like a human. Claws and ears like a devil. Grendel- sure enough. You knew it was him. Scary and with bright eyes.

Then there was a glimmer of gold magic that glittered down him. The magic gave him a humanlike form. He had pale skin and dark hair with a full beard. Bright green eyes. A black suit. Smirking as he looked down from the trees onto the town. Then with a strut, he began to walk towards the town.

Then it changed. You were back in the town. The dirt streets made muddy when it poured rain. The sight of rolling hills and the smell and sound of the ocean. Where every house was white.

You felt the urge to cough, and when you looked down at your fist there was blood. And you were wearing your engagement ring. You looked at your clothes- your old white nightgown. White like a bridal gown. White like death.

Then you heard laughter. Music. You looked back up.

The scene changed.

It was night and you were inside. It was the wooden hall...the wooden hall for the dances. Candles were lit with their orange glow over the dark night sky from the windows. There was a crowd gathering. Some are in dark dresses, but all nice.

Why-yes a dance was happening! Dance like you and Stella and the other ladies would go to…a dance where once, a time ago, a vicar asked you to dance and you said-

You saw him. Not alone.

In the center dancing, there was Will. With Cora. He was in a tuxedo. She was in a grey dress. Her golden blonde hair- so bright it shone against everything, so garishly yellow it was blinding. A back hair fell down the nape of her neck to show how beautiful she was without trying, without controlling. As you always tried too hard to be beautiful. Smiling bright- tension between them. They kept dancing.

You felt sick. So sick- like you were going to retch. And your breaths were fast, hyperventilating. Hurt and fear and grief washing over you.

You tried to walk forward, but then a lady in a dark-colored dress stepped in front of you.

“Oh, how beautiful!” she sighed.

You tried to step forward- to reach there. Charge in, stop him. But a member of the party always stepped in. Never able to get to them.

“No- you all don’t understand. He asked me to be his wife. I said yes. I fell in love with him, and he with me- we’re engaged! We’re about to be married! He promised himself to me.”

They kept waltzing. Looks of love and longing and tension between them.

It made you want to scream.

The crowd pushed you further behind.

“Oh- it’s such a sweet love story!” said one lady.

You turned to her nudging her so she faced you.

“But he’s engaged to me! We’re about to be married!” you cried.

She snorted, shoving your hand away. Ignoring you as if you never existed. As if you didn’t matter.

You kept trying forward, reaching the crowd. The never-ending waltz between them continued. The music getting louder. The audience even applauded. Reaching through and failing.

You tried to get through, tried to get through the crowd, to reach them- to grab Will, to stop the dance, but you kept getting shoved aside.

“Please! Take me there! I’m his fiancee! He’s going to be my husband soon!” you pleaded.

And each person ignored you. You tried showing them the engagement ring, and they ignored you.

You ran forward- but their arms grabbed you back. There were tears, and you began to beg your fiancee. He ignored you- entranced in his dance with the widow.

“Will! Stop it now! Will, please! I don’t allow it! I don’t allow you to dance with her at all! Please stop it!” you cried out.

They kept dancing, the music getting louder and overwhelming with the applause. You kept calling out to him, your voice half a scream.

“Will- stop it! Stop dancing with her! I’m going to be your wife! You love me and I love you! We’re about to be married- please stop it! Stop dancing with her! Will! PLEASE! WILL”

Cora then grabbed his face and kissed him in front of everyone.

You awoke with a startle. Your heart racing fast. The lights of the dance hall were gone. Now the blackness of your room.

You weren’t in Aldwinter. You weren’t even in that realm! You were in Asgard in the chambers you lived in.

Yet the nightmare still had you by your neck. You were trembling. You thought this was done, that you were strong. Time had passed. There were whole days and weeks and now months you didn’t think about it- then it came crashing back.

No…you loved. Loved deeply. And you were still betrayed. You tried to think of any way you were flawed- any mistake- anything you said and did wrong. The wrong step, anything.

Maybe that was why he did it- as punishment. So the second you slipped up, put a toe out of line from his internal wishes…another would be in his heart and bed. Snatching your place.

Yes, you had friendships here, old and new from all over…but not…not love. No, you were cursed. You had to be. How could you fall in love again after that? How could you ever hope for romance again? You knew what happened last time. The burn of tears in your chest, swelling up to your face.

“It’s better I stay alone. If I stay a spinster. I’ll never be enough for anyone…and if I let myself…if I let myself love like that again…I’ll just end up hurt. if I let myself…feel that for any man…he’s going meet someone better, as Will did, and it won’t matter if he’s sworn to me - I’m either too flawed or too boring. And he’ll leave me and…and…and…” you thought as you curled up in a ball.

The trembling continued, the overwhelm, the lump, the burning in the back of your eyes.

I’m not worthy of love…I never was. And I never will be.

It then all broke on you, tears fell down like a storm. You began to cry. And then the cry became a sob. Sobbing hard as you sat up, curled up on the bed. Like you were at the tree in the woods that fateful morning. Sucking in a deep breath, another, big, loud, deep sob rung out of you.

The door flung open, and to your surprise, Loki was there, clothed in his normal Asgardian clothes.

“YN! YN? Are you alright?” he asked, a bit more worried than his usual calm, controlled self.

“I had a dream of…of…” you blubbered out, crying hard, your knees curling up to your chest, feeling snot in your nose.

“Your thoughts were quite loud- you’re not the only one who can hear each other’s nightmares. You don’t need to tell me what the dream was about, I heard it all clearly…here…”

He embraced you. You let him- what did it matter who hugged you? The notorious Trickster God- you needed an embrace, arms, and security. You embraced him. Smelling the sweet scent they washed his clothes with here and the cold smoothness of the cloth, the leathers.

There were footsteps. In hurried Stella with her blue shawl around her nightgown. Her blonde hair freed and down to her shoulders. Loki released the hug and offered a hand to help you out of bed. Stella at once ran to you, her small hands touching your arms.

“YN! YN! What is it?! What’s wrong?” she asked.

“What are you doing up?” you asked back.

“Loki woke me- said he could sense you were in trouble! I couldn’t just stand there! Has something happened, are you alright? Hurt?” she insisted.

You looked down. “I had a dream about Will…” you explained. “I saw him…with Mrs. Seaborne.”

“Oh, you poor dear!!” Loki released his arm as Stella went to hug you. She rocked you back and forth as you clung to her. You let out more tears.

“It’s alright…it’s just a dream, there there, it will be alright…” she consoled.

She turned to the god, watching with soft eyes on you both.

“Water always makes one feel better after crying. Could you conjure some water, please, Prince Loki?” she asked.

He raised an eyebrow at the word “prince” and smiled. Then he conjured a glass of water and handed it to you. You gulped it all down, cold and sweet. You did feel how the water once in your body replenished you after all of your crying.

“Tell me all about it- don’t hide it in you,” Stella advised.

You told them what you dreamt of, omitting the first part about Grendel in front of Stella. Loki looked at you, listening intently to all of it.

“It is still quite upsetting…do you need to speak any more about it?” he asked.

“I…I…I’d like to…to be distracted,” you replied.

Loki put his hands in his pockets.

‘I doubt the gardens that our dear friend Stella is so fond of is too dark- perhaps I’ll escort you ladies to the library- plenty of stories to distract you there. I have certain recommendations that should delight two beautiful, bookish ladies such as yourselves,” he crooned out.

Stella grinned at him in appreciation. She took you by the arm as Loki walked you down the hall. She turned to you, squeezing your hand.

“We’re going to find something to read- separate or together. So we can have a little book club between us! And this morning, right after we eat, we’re both going to find ourselves new dresses for the Starfall Ball as you said. We’ll explore the city too! See what it is they wear and decide if we want to try them on! It’s going to be such good fun!” Stella encouraged.

You nodded at her.

“Yes, it is going to be,” you replied, feeling a smile return on your face.

You glanced back at Loki as he walked you through the stone halls. You sent a thought out.

“Why is it you’re comforting me with my nightmare…but I can’t comfort you about yours…”

“I’m not the one who needs it,” was all he replied.

You wondered if the God of Mischief was lying. To you. To himself.

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Love Across Time and Space

For the AU/Crossover Day of Steggy Week, may I present this photo essay.

Ahem.

The Lego TARDIS floats her way through space. It’s an ordinary day for her occupants.

Bucky is trying out his charm on Clara.

Eleven is giving Steve a bit of a flying lesson.

Obi-Wan is pointing out planets he has visited to Sam.

Why is this story happening in the Lego TARDIS, you may ask? What are Obi-Wan and the Doctor and Clara doing there for Steggy Week? Ssh, it’s an AU, don’t worry about it. (More practically, the Lego TARDIS is the only place I have to display my mini-figs.)

Back to the story!

Twelve is watching the scanners when—oh, no! Everything’s going haywire!

A space-time anomaly is forming!

What could it be?!?!? Daleks?

Our heroes prepare for battle!

The anomaly settles into our dimension, and what’s this?!?!?!? It’s Captain Peggy Carter!

What a surprise!!!!

The lovers share a passionate embrace.

(Some eyes have to be averted.)

Reunited at last, the lovers journey on into time and space, hand very much in hand.

Love triumphs, and evil, wherever it may be found in the galaxy, is soundly defeated.

Fin.

#steggy week 2023 #steggy week #captain america #captain carter #steggy is canon #even when there's lego daleks

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hi friends time hasn’t been real between my birthday and week long work event but I’m back and alive and happy to be here 🥳

HAPPY WIP WEDNESDAY!!!! without further ado descriptions of my wips for Red, White & Royal Blue The Eras Tour! next month

self titled

Alex was diagnosed with ADHD a year ago and seeing improvement every day. Henry is where lightning touches down and provides the quickest way for him to calm his ever buzzing nerves, but medication helps too. Now it’s time to get Henry’s mental health affairs in order.

fearless

Alex and Henry meet in the waiting room of their shared, new, endocrinologist. Alex is recently been diagnosed as type one diabetic, while Henry has been out as transgender since he was fifteen so injections, tests, and doctors offices are an old hat, but Alex is still getting used to being “sick.”

speak now

a continuation of echoed through my mind years in the future… another baby, ding dong the queen is dead, and MORE???

red

HISTORICAL VAMPIRE AU… Carmilla meets Twilight meets vampires being cool

1989

Couple to Throuple (Charity Edition) feat. Pez as our illustrious host, June as our on sight couples counselor, Henry & Hunter as couple contestants and beautiful ACD as a single ready to mingle.

reputation

more drag au/like look at you continuation wherein Henry finally steps out as Bambi, we meet Pez’s drag persona, as well as Nora’s. more history about Alex and Liam as well.

lover

a continuation of say it with your hands… they were in paris!! angst between brothers! only one bed!

folklore

this one is my least thought out to be honest. it’s just a three part foire through Alex and Henry’s sex lives before they met and after.

evermore

Alex & Henry meet at a honky tonk bar on Coney Island. The western theme is a little dated and a little out of place, but Alex just can’t seem to let her go. Henry hasn’t been out since his sister got sick, just his luck he’d meet the most beautiful man— with his own hefty baggage— his first night out in a new country.

midnights

SVU CROSSOVER. Inspired by season eleven episode five ‘Hardwired,’ ADA Alex Claremont-Diaz needs the FBI’s Special Agent Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, MD to solve this case and prove that MAPS have no leg to stand on.

tortured poets department

coworker au where Alex avoids the HR department like the plague, he can’t keep H. Fox and H. Forrest straight, and while one of them is an absolute delight to work with, the other sends him nonsense emails all day asking him how to complete the most menial of tasks.

thank u to everyone who’s been tagging me in Wednesday & Sunday’s writing games I’ve just been out of my gourd since February 20th trying to get my life in some semblance of order 💜💜💜

I’m tagging @hypnostheory @firenati0n @anincompletelist @inexplicablymine @happiness-of-the-pursuit

#rwrb #rwrberastour #rwrb fanfic #first prince #firstprince #first prince fanfic

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The countdown to the 2023 ROTG Halloween Challenge continues!

Just a few more weeks...

Guidelines and prompts for this fandom event:

2023 EVENT GUIDELINES

13 days, 13 prompts.

Visual, aural, textile, and literary works are allowed - fanart, fanfiction, gifs, edits/manips, cosplay, fanmixes, crafts, or ask-and-answer.

Unlike other fandom events, reblogs of previously created material are welcome IF THEY FIT THE PROMPT, but creation of original material is preferred.

Inspiration can be drawn from the GUARDIANS OF CHILDHOOD bookverse, the RISE OF THE GUARDIANS movieverse, and any and all associated AUs.

OCs are welcome and encouraged to interact with RotG/GoC characters.

Crossovers are welcome, but please make sure that the focus POV is a character from RotG/GoC.

Works in progress are welcome and encouraged, as long as they fit the prompt. No reason not to celebrate Halloween all year ‘round! No need to worry about having to have something complete before posting.

Don’t feel like you ***must*** post a piece Every… Single… DAY, and/or fill every single prompt. Burnout is not fun. But do try to post at least ONE piece during the 13 days of the challenge.

Be sure to tag your works with @rotg-halloween, and list #rotghalloween in one of your first 5 tags.

Please tag works accordingly, and be sure to use any warnings for sensitive and potentially triggering subjects.

HAVE FUN, and support your fellow creators.

2023 Prompts

19 October 2023 / Day One: Hill

20 October 2023 / Day Two: Wormwood

21 October 2023/ Day Three: Train

22 October 2023 / Day Four: Bone

23 October 2023 / Day Five: Insubstantial

24 October 2023 / Day Six: Exit

25 October 2023 / Day Seven: Apart

26 October 2023 / Day Eight: Melting

27 October 2023/ Day Nine: Kaiju

28 October 2023 / Day Ten: Guide

29 October 2023 / Day Eleven: Evening

30 October 2023 / Day Twelve: Hungry

31 October 2023 / Day Thirteen: Overlord

#rise of the guardians #fandom events

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twisting-echo · 2 months

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I just wanted to tell you that I love your blog and I’m so happy to see other people who ship Sulley and Belle.

I remember watching the trailer for mirrorverse and everything just clicked for me. I never really shared the concept of this ship with anyone because crossover ships just always get hate on and called cringe,I’m happy to see there are other people who like crossover ships like me

First off, badass username!

Second off, you're too sweet!

Oh my gosh! I saw this yesterday, and it made my day! It still makes my day to read it again right now!

Please feel free to share any concepts about Belle and Sulley that you may have, because it would make me so happy and because crossover ships are celebrated on this blog. No hate, cringe, or bashing is allowed.

Ever since I watched the Disney Mirrorverse announcement trailer after it dropped, I've shipped Belle and Sulley. From the moment they smiled and nodded at each other (like you), everything just clicked for me. I then showed my brother the trailer, and he and I started cracking jokes, solidifying this ship for me even more.

I've been obsessed with this ship nonstop for a year and eleven months now. Belle and Sulley have quickly become one of my favorite ships and main OTPs.

I've gotten so much support for this ship; I even met my friend @frie-ice through it, so I feel blessed to share my ship ramblings and see the good things that come out of it.

Coincidentally, since it's March now, the second anniversary of the Disney Mirrorverse announcement trailer will be on the 22nd. Maybe I should make a Belle x Sulley Week?

But anyway, thank you so much for the ask; it really made my day.

#ask #asks #thank you so much #disney mirrorverse #ship talk #ship discussion #belle x sulley #sulley x belle #belley #james p sullivan #disney belle #mirrorverse belle #mirrorverse sulley #beauty and the beast #monsters inc #monsters university #belle disney

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denimbex1986 · 10 months

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'Next week comes the strangest pairing at the multiplex we've seen in years. We're talking, of course, about Greta Gerwig's Barbie and Christopher Nolan's Oppenheimer — together dubbed Barbenheimer — set to go toe-to-toe for box office dominance on 21 July. The former is a hot pink franchise comedy inspired by the iconic line of Mattel dolls, the latter a stylistically austere biopic about the invention of the atomic bomb. Such is the striking contrast at play, of course the internet (read: Twitter) was going to do what the internet does and meme the shit out of it: now, all anyone can talk about online is Barbenheimer, sucking attention away from other major summer releases like Mission: Impossible 7 and Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny.

Though this clash of cinematic titans might've been elevated to event prominence by the internet's collective love of ironic memedom, it's hardly the first example of diametrically opposed movies dropping on the same day. Fifteen years ago in the US, on 18 July 2008, cinemas were similarly split into two queues: the Batman enthusiasts on one side, clamouring to get into The Dark Knight and usher in a new superhero movie age; on the other, ABBA stans awaited a trip to the sunny isles of a fictional Greek island in Mamma Mia!. Had the internet grown beyond its cringey 9gag nascency by then, it might've been the original Barbenheimer. The Dark Mamma, if you will.

After all, there are huge parallels between the duelling duos. The Dark Knight was the dark and dreary, terminally serious Christopher Nolan movie. Mamma Mia!, the fun-loving “chick flick”, a jukebox musical for the gays and girlies to let their hair down with campy, sun-kissed escapism. Say you did the double bill back then: you could spend two-and-a-half hours with Christian Bale growling gravely under the cape and cowl, then it'd be time for cocktails on the beach with Amanda Seyfried and Pierce Brosnan. With Barbenheimer, it's another pitch-black Nolan flick where its male lead does a lot of broody staring into the middle distance, contemplating the deep evils now ushered unto the world, paired against Barbie, where men are Just Ken. For both Mamma Mia! and Barbie, it's hard to think of more colourful chasers to stave off Post-Nolan Depression.

The Dark Mamma, alas, never took off as Barbenheimer has. Indeed most people online, anecdotally, simply forgot that the two released on the same day, such was the broad surprise when viral tweets prompted by Barbenheimer brought new attention to the OG. (Here in the UK, they came out eleven days apart.) Little media coverage at the time pointed to the contrast, the most prominent article available on Google search being a Vulture piece from the week of release, the headline of which jokingly announced Mamma Mia! and The Dark Knight as battling “for the very soul of America.” Strikingly similar contrasts were zeroed in on: “Are you a happy person, or a sad one? Do you see the glass as half-full, or half-empty? Do you prefer your toast with strawberry jam, or do you like it sprinkled with shards of broken glass?” All ring true of Barbenheimer, too, only the question now isn't which, so much as which first. Shard sarnies, nevertheless, remain ill-advised.

Hollywood studios know exactly what they're doing with such stark counter-programming: the lack of demographic crossover suggests, on paper, that the movies won't eat into each other's profits, giving audiences a variety of options. In 2003, for example, X-2 was released into US cinemas on the same day as The Lizzie McGuire Movie, and in 2015, Mad Max: Fury Road roared onto screens simultaneous to Pitch Perfect 2. Barbenheimer is distinct in that we seldom get such a major clash of two big-budget summer blockbusters, nor a meme-propelled online movement spawning Etsy merch and Twitter stan rivalries. But that's the key thing, and the true movie-loving spirit of Barbenheimer: while we might joke about Nolan nuking Barbie's Malibu Dreamhouse, these aren't warring parties battling for audience supremacy. Much like The Dark Knight and Mamma Mia! — which went on to be the first and fifth-highest grossing movies of 2008 — early projections suggest that both Barbie and Oppenheimer will both do pretty well for themselves. And there's only one winner when that happens: the movies.'

#Mamma Mia #The Dark Knight #Christopher Nolan #Barbie #Oppenheimer #Greta Gerwig #Mission Impossible 7 #Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny #Mad Max: Fury Road #Pitch Perfect 2 #Barbenheimer #X-2 #The Lizzie McGuire Movie #Amanda Seyfried #Pierce Brosnan #Christian Bale

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Week #11 5/14/23 - 5/20/23

This week’s prompt is Crossover! It can be any type of crossover, as long you feature something clearly from an established universe other than the original setting. You could use an smp for the crossover, or something else, like a book, tv show, or a movie! Have fun!

#origins sweaterduo weekly #prompt #week eleven; crossover

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A couple of curious cousins [E. M]

Eddie Munson x Tozier!reader

Warnings: Eddie has scars (and he's fucking sexy) ptsd basically on everyone's part, mention of death, a bit of angst, both sets of friends are so cute and I think that's all

word count: 8k

A/N: first, I need to apologize because I haven't touched tumblr in MONTHS. college and work were (one of them still) killing me, and for emotional reasons I just couldn't write. But during this period I watched both chapters of IT and thought, why not a crossover? There's a bit (just a pinch) of Blyer and Reddie in here, but I tried to keep it all focused on Ed. I hope you like this, it's obviously a crazy invention that I don't quite like but I'd rather it not end up in the trash Thanks for reading, tell me your opinion in a comment if you want<3

“Do you want to go to the movies next week? There's going to be a movie about robots and stuff coming out,” Lucas suggested, looking around at all of his friends.

A year had passed since the horrific events of the near destruction of Hawkins and the party were just adjusting to normal life again. Of all of them, perhaps the most affected (physically) was Max, since she still had a limp on one leg and needed glasses to see well, but with everyone's support, she had coped. The emotional aftermath, on the other hand, had hit everyone equally. Some still had nightmares and scars, but luckily no one had died. That was too much to say.

So now that they had finally gotten used to a slower pace of life and the emotional barriers between the group had broken down, they had all decided to go to the lake for a while to rest and celebrate the end of another school year. They were sitting on soft blankets, eating sandwiches Joyce had made for them and sent with her son.

"I can't, I'll have visitors," Mike snorted. Now that he and Eleven had decided to take a break from their relationship, his friendship with Will had grown stronger, even to the point of asking for an apology for all the times he had been a jerk to him. It really had been a year of ups and downs and many things had changed. They had done it themselves.

"What kind of visits?" Dustin asked, raising his eyebrows curiously.

"My cousins. They're from Maine and Mom invited them to spend a few weeks here, but I think they'll bring some friends and stuff. I don't know, I just know that there will be tremendously hateful people in my house and I'm already suffering because of that,” the black-haired man complained.

“Maybe it's not so bad,” Will said, shrugging, always trying to find the best part of everything.

"It will be, Richie is the worst you can imagine and surely his friends will be the same" he snorted, while the others laughed a little. Everyone knew that Mike was the biggest complainer in the group.

“And will you introduce them to us?” questioned Lucas, who was sitting next to Max and sharing a bag of chips with her “We'll be bored as hell this summer, even if they're obnoxious I want to meet them. Maybe there's even a pretty girl."

"That she probably won't listen to you," Max sneered, knowing that Lucas was only saying it to annoy her.

"Maybe we can make some new friends," Eleven murmured, as soft and kind as ever.

"That's a good idea, they might even like dungeons and dragons" added Will and followed by a general groan.

"If you want to talk for hours about nerdy things, you have Eddie," Dustin said with amusement.

"I'm kidding, calm down" clarified the young man. Will had also changed, in many ways, for now that the threats of the Upside down were gone (at least for a while) he was more relaxed and cheerful. Plus, he had finally grown his hair out and gotten a cut that Mike had suggested which definitely flattered him.

They continued to talk about more trivial matters, and the matter of the visit to the Wheeler house was almost forgotten. That was until a couple of days later Mike gave the fateful news that people were already installed in his house.

“The boy brought half of his classmates! I swear, they're like 6 and they're all chaotic” he complained to the Byers-Hopper siblings, who eventually told someone else until the whole world found out. Including the older ones in the group, who were already laughing about it.

"More kids to look after, huh, Harrington?" Eddie had said when he found out, while he was at it he had played Family video on his break at the auto shop to steal some of his friends' lunch.

"I truly believe that life is sending you those children you love so much through teenagers," Rob added, enjoying teasing his best friend who was stacking the movies.

The appearance of so many teenagers in the place hadn’t gone beyond jokes and teasing until Joyce and Hopper finally decided to organize a meeting in their cabin to which they clearly invited outsiders. After all, it was summer, what else were they going to do if not eat hamburgers and enjoy the outdoors?

"Do you bring the sodas?" Steve asked into the car; in the passenger seat was Dustin and in the back were Robin, Vickie, and Eddie respectively. Most people were already in the place and the sound of laughter and scandal reached where they were.

Between Eddie and Dustin, they loaded the bottles (because Steve didn't want to arrive empty-handed) but no one had time to say anything as a scream filled the air.

"Eddie!" they listened, which caused them to jump in place. It was a girl approaching them with a murderous look.

"Now what did you do?" Dustin said in a worried whisper.

"Nothing" answered the long-haired one almost immediately, but the way she was walking made him hesitate for a second. The five looked expectantly at the scene, imagining that the woman would slap the aforementioned or something like that, but when the time came, nothing like that happened. She only softened her features to look up and down at the man she had just noticed, incredibly attractive, by the way, while changing the angry scowl for an embarrassed smile.

"Huh, excuse me," you said politely, glancing quickly at the rest of the people who already had curious eyes on you. As soon as he moved out of the way and you took a couple of steps, you yelled again “Eddie! If you don't come right now, it's going to be very bad for you!”

"I'm here!" someone muttered out of who knows where. He was a skinny boy with black hair “My God, I just went for a walk. Just relax"

“It's not funny, Eddie. If you die on this trip, your mom will kill me” you exclaimed. They were still standing nearby, too curious to move, and saw a boy who looked like Mike Wheeler walk up to you.

"Stop being a neurotic bitch, he's fine"

“Call me a bitch again and I'm going to slam your myopic face into the ground,” you growled, pointing a finger at him. It was obvious that the discussion wasn't a matter that needed an audience, but for them it was very entertaining "Go back there, we must not be rude to our hosts" you scolded them, while you pushed them with both hands and the two teenagers walked awkwardly win.

Once you finished your look went over to the group of people who had been watching you and they were suddenly very embarrassed, as were you that they had seen your mommy act.

"We should go in," Vickie said quickly, always being the most cautious, but you came over a second later.

"I'm sorry you heard that, those children are sometimes a nightmare" you apologized "And it's hard to take care that they don't break something"

"We completely understand you" laughed one of them, whose name you didn't know, but he seemed very friendly "My name is Steve"

“I think I know you” you exclaimed with a smile, because after hearing the name you knew it was the boy who was once the Wheeler’s son-in-law “I'm, huh… Nancy's cousin. My name is Y/N”

"Nice to meet you. These are Rob, Vickie, Dustin, and…”

“Eddie” he was quick to say “I almost had a heart attack when you yelled my name” he laughed and you widened your eyes.

“God, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you” you replied embarrassed. You would be lying if you said that the boy wasn’t the most beautiful for you and that is why you wanted to make a good impression. Apparently, you've already failed at that.

You couldn't help but look at them all. Dress up Nancy's ex-boyfriend in a colorful print shirt, the red-haired woman wearing a nice dress and hat, the girl next to her wearing khaki overalls over a green shirt, and the little one wearing shorts with a shirt that surely also belonged to Steve. But obviously, the one you turned your attention to the most was the brunette dressed in a dark shirt from a group that was probably metal with scars scattered on the side of his neck, part of his cheek, and one of his arms, with beautiful brown eyes. Three seconds had passed and you already wanted to know everything about him.

"It was nothing," he exclaimed nonchalantly.

“Are you going to enter? Honestly I'm a little hungry” said the curly-haired man, and more than a claim, this was heard as a joke.

The six of you walked in silence to the door where you had entered earlier and suddenly noticed the chaos inside. The rumors were true and there were at least 6 extra people concerning the usual meetings. With a quick glance, they realized that there was now another redhead talking animatedly to Eleven, who if they hadn't known could have sworn she was Max's long-lost sister. There was a chubby and shy boy sitting near them who also joined in the talk from time to time, with whom they seemed very comfortable. Will was sitting next to the copy of Mike with a goofy smile at the apparent joke the young man with glasses was telling him and the one they knew was called Eddie was just rolling his eyes next to them, not very convinced that he was funny enough. Further on, a tall curly-haired young man, a straight-haired one, and Mike were talking, while Lucas and another boy just like him were sharing a friendly conversation. It was a most interesting sight, to tell the truth.

"Who brought the whole kindergarten?" Eddie asked without thinking and he froze when he heard you laugh next to him.

“The frog-face with glasses,” you said pointing to a young man “He is my brother and he insisted that it would be fun for his friends to know more than just our little town” you replied with a soft laugh “But the 17-hour road trip was anything but fun for me”

"Guys!" Nancy greeted everyone, followed by who you had learned was her current boyfriend; Jonathan “I see you already met Y/N”

"An embarrassing accident" you joked, making a funny face. Eddie paid you a little more attention and was able to notice the slight resemblance you had with Nancy and at the same time with the dark-haired man with glasses sitting on the couch. You were pretty, that's for sure.

"You want to eat? Hopper is preparing meat on the patio and Joyce is in the kitchen” she exclaimed cordially. As for the adults, there was only the two of them and the Wheelers and for some reason also Murray Bauman, but they were enough to prepare food that looked delicious.

Everyone parted ways with their own favorites and the wave of greetings and introductions began, so you decided to stay put to avoid trouble, but you weren't the only one with that idea.

"So... you drove 17 hours here?" the curly-haired one asked to break the ice. So far he hadn’t seen your parents and that assumption was the one that seemed most logical to him.

“Could you believe it? I learned to drive a few years ago and my dad decided it was a good idea to take advantage of it one more time” you snorted.

"Where are you from?"

“Derry, it's in Maine” you explained “It's like here, but with more paranormal shit”

Oh, if you knew everything that had happened, Eddie highly doubted you would really think Derry fit those bills.

"Like ghosts and stuff?"

“I would say monsters” you continued. Eddie thought you were joking and just laughed, not realizing that Derry had as interesting a story as Hawkins itself.

As if your minds were connected you looked at a vacant chair and with a silent agreement you walked over to sit down.

"They look a lot alike. Your brother and Wheeler, I mean," Eddie observed.

"Our moms were sisters, I think their genes predominated" you laughed. He couldn't help but notice that you said they were instead of they are.

"And she didn't come?"

“I don't think she can come anymore. She is dead”

"Oh," the boy sighed. He must have imagined it and felt bad for asking such a reckless question "I'm so sorry."

“It's fine, it was a year ago already. Dad's been kind of depressed ever since and we haven't had a great time either, so she sent us here for a few weeks. You know, to distract us” you explained to him. Apparently you were telling him too much about your life but it wasn't like that; you were skipping the part where your mother was killed by a monstrous clown-clad creature that had preyed on you and the children “And I think it will work, I've had a lot of fun so far and met a lot of people. The only thing I could complain about is that it's fucking hot here” you exclaimed to lighten the mood, separating the already sweat-stained fabric from your body.

Eddie's attention dropped to your chest and the ridiculously revealing shirt you wore, which revealed your bare shoulders and part of your torso. The shorts didn't help his prying eyes too much either.

"It's summer, you can't ask too much of us"

"Aren't you hot with that hair?" you asked, reaching out to playfully pick up a curl near his cheek. It was a vacation in a town where you didn't know anyone, and there was a handsome man in front of you, of course you were going to flirt without shame.

"I don’t know, am I?” he joked, making you smile “Sometimes. But it's part of a metalhead's commitment,”

"I guess your shirt belongs to some band"

"Don't you know Judas Priest?" he asked and you gently shook your head. "So what kind of music do you listen to?"

"I like Madonna and Elton John" you shrugged and he made a face "Is there a problem with that?"

“Not my favorites, more Buckley or Stevie style,” he muttered, nodding at the two friends of his. Your eyes couldn't help but look at the scars on the boy's face and neck, thinking about what would have been so bad to leave that mark. Unfortunately, he noticed "They are ugly, right?"

"No, not at all" you quickly explained, embarrassment painting your face "I was just curious, sorry if I made you uncomfortable"

"You didn't," he assured you. The truth was that he was still trying to deal with the matter of his self-esteem after his visit and near death in the Upside down, but it was always easier for someone who had never seen him before to get used to the marks "They were made by some bats from another dimension, could you believe it?” he confessed to you, but by the laugh you let out he knew that you hadn’t believed him. Maybe it was easier that way, being transparent with someone who didn't take him seriously.

"Y/N" someone near you exclaimed. It was Bill, trying not to stutter, “Can we go into the woods for a walk?”

“What do you ask him for? She's not your mom, let's just go!" Richie complained from afar, but the truth was that everyone present except him was waiting for your permission.

"You guys be careful, if something happens come back right away, okay?" you said and they nodded. You saw at least 10 teenagers leave the place laughing and murmuring and suddenly the place felt awfully empty, but luckily the spaces near you were filled by Nancy and her friends. Everyone was very nice and even the adults got in on the chat. It was clear that everyone there had a great unity and, although at first you felt out of place, seeing them talk to each other pleasantly warmed your chest. Most of the questions went to you, of course, for being the only one who didn't live in Hawkins. About where you and the kids studied, what the town was like, what each of your friends was like, childhood memories, and even Eddie asked if you had a boyfriend, with the most shameless smile of all, which only grew when you said no.

You learned a lot from them, about how the Byers and the Hoppers were now one family, about the kids' problems, their hobbies, personal information about everyone present your age, each other's jobs, and God only knows how many things.

You had never chatted so much in a single afternoon and even your aunt Karen let you share a few beers with your new friends, even though everyone there had consumed and drunk worse things, and you were so happy that when you least expected it all the children were already back. When they entered it seemed as if they had been a single group all their lives.

"Did you see how Stanley jumped when we found that bug?"

"You shut up Richie, you were scared by a frog"

"You're good at climbing trees, Lucas!"

"Oh, Will, I'm so tired."

“So you once got into a drain? That's fucking disgusting!"

Those were some of the phrases that you managed to register within the conversations, since everyone spoke at the same time and with a fairly high volume.

"Did you guys have fun?" Joyce asked with a smile, reaching out to hug her son from the side, who nodded from her place. Both she and her husband looked happy that the boy had a smile and after everything they had told you, you were also a little happy. They didn't tell you the full story, for obvious reasons, they just told you that Will had had a very bad few years due to multiple illnesses and family problems.

"I think we are abusing your hospitality Joyce, we have to go now" Karen murmured, as she noticed that the night had already fallen on the town. She worried you about how you would get home in a couple of cars, even though the people who were there were exactly the same as the ones who had arrived.

Both women exchanged a few words and hugged each other goodbye, while you took a look at your brother and his friends.

"Losers" you called them, more as a kind of endearment than really a tease "It's time to go"

You heard a collective groan and tried to suppress a smile as you turned the other way, but a second later you collided with a warm body that held you up to prevent you from falling.

"Careful," he laughed, looking down at you. His hands were on your elbows and felt callused against your skin. The contact didn't last more than a few seconds and then he looked at his younger friends "It's time to go too, Steve will take you first" he informed them. Most got up and walked towards the exit as they said their goodbyes.

You and Eddie stood facing each other in a moment of comfortable silence, and then you smiled at each other.

"I guess I'll see you around, huh?"

"I'm free the day you want"

"Are you this forward with all the girls?"

"I'm just being nice" he replied with a shrug "If you want to walk around town or have a good time, just look me up"

With such a cute face and such a charming attitude, of course you were going to do it.

Your days at Hawkins are over and as promised, you had hung out with Eddie Munson on more than one occasion.

It seemed as if he was stalking you, because when you went out somewhere he was magically walking around. Whether it was shopping, going to the park, or walking around the city; he was there. The truth seemed creepy to you at first, but he swore with his soul that it was all about coincidences, the same version that you ended up believing and accepting.

Your brother and the children were having a great time, as there was always something they could do. Even the ones you thought would have the most trouble fitting in, like Beverly, Ben, or Stanley, were quickly making friends.

One night someone called the Wheelers' house and you were surprised when they said it was a call for you. Who was going to call you? Your first thought landed on your father, but you were surprised to hear not his raspy voice but a softer one on the phone.

“I just wanted to know what you were doing. I was bored” Eddie had told you, in a lame excuse. You answered and from that, you had a conversation that took all afternoon. It had been something new for you, because most of the time talking on the phone was something that was very uncomfortable for you, and that was repeated more than once.

In the end, there were so many calls that Nancy was merciful to you and she gave you her old landline phone to put in the room you were staying in so you could talk to Eddie more freely. All the kids, including Mike, were staying in the basement, and once you caught them eavesdropping on your conversation, infinitely grateful that he hadn't thought to flirt in some way.

Because he was very flirtatious, too much for your taste, but it always seemed to come naturally. As if Eddie behaved like this with everyone or was a second language. You were comforted (and let's be honest, also disappointed) a little bit that the way he talked to you was the same as his friend Steve or his friend Robin or even Nancy and Jonathan. But there was something about the way he looked at you that was different. He made you feel nervous and even unprotected, always with those big bright brown eyes following your steps. But part of you liked the attention and having him hover around you waiting for you to say literally anything to smile at you.

The absence of your father and the fact that your little brother was busy almost all day made you feel confident to play along with the curly and unruly hair, something that you had not allowed yourself too much in recent years. You'd had a few boyfriends, but the Derry disappearances, the murders, and having to babysit a group of teenagers had robbed you of an enviable love life. So even though this wasn't someone you'd go so far as to marry, for example, this thing you had with Eddie was interesting. And with any luck, you might even get a kiss or two.

A blow in the distance made you jump and you suddenly became aware of where you were. A new bowling alley had opened and your aunt suggested you go check it out, so the whole gang had gotten together to go.

The weeks you had spent in Hawkins were enough for a friendship to form between both groups of teenagers and that was why they were having so much fun, but frankly you were starting to get bored.

“Hey, beauty,” said a voice next to you that made you jump. It was Eddie, of course, who looked freshly showered and smelled of intoxicating cologne that made you want to bury your head in his neck. You felt a little embarrassed about the clothes you were wearing, because it was literally the first thing you found thrown in your suitcase "How you doing?"

"Eddie" you pronounced softly, a smile automatically spreading across your face "what are you doing here?"

“Heard you were coming so I thought I'd stop by to say hi,” he mumbled, pretending it wasn't a big deal “Do you want to go out with me, or are you having too much fun to leave it?”

"I could die of joy" you replied sarcastically. The idea of being alone with him was great but you still didn't want to leave the kids alone. He felt wrong and if something happened to them you couldn't live with the guilt so you barely had time to think about it before he spoke again.

“In that case, there's a nice place on the shores to talk and stuff, so I thought maybe you'd like to go with me. We can buy things to eat and drink, but you don't have to go if you don't want to,” he said, speaking a little softer at the last part.

"But what about the children?"

"What is going on with them?"

"I don't want to leave them here"

"They'll be fine," he said, completely unconcerned "Let's talk to them, okay?" Eddie got up from his place and took your hand to get you up too, guiding you to where the others were. When Max noticed Eddie he smiled and she was the first one he approached "Hello, Red" he greeted her kindly. Nearby were Eleven and Beverly, who also leaned in to hear him "Listen, I want to take this lady for a walk with me, but for that, I need someone to watch the bunch of fools that are playing right there" He pointed at the men, with one of their ringed fingers, who were arguing heatedly over a point on the board. "Would you guys be so kind as to help us with that?" he asked and the three girls nodded. Eddie seemed to have an effect not only on you, but on your younger peers as well. Both he and Steve could ask them for any favor and they would be delighted to do so "You are angels, thank you"

"But can I hit them if they disobey me?" Max asked, causing Eddie to burst out laughing.

"Just a little, okay?"

"Boys!" you called them and all the mentioned ones looked in your direction "I have to go to a place; the girls stay in charge"

"What?! Why them?” Richie complained.

“Because I want you to make it to the end of the night alive” you replied without thinking and a shiver ran through you. Richie was a hateful thing most of the time, but you couldn't imagine your life if something happened to him. "You guys just be nice and call my Aunt Karen if you need anything, okay?" They all nodded and you'd swear you heard Richie blurt out an indecent comment, but you didn't pay attention to it. You looked for a pay phone and Eddie lent you a coin so you could call home. No one answered and even though you tried again, it stayed the same. They were probably out for dinner or just spending time away from their guests.

You got into Eddie's van in silence and he asked if you wanted to listen to anything in particular, but when he heard you say no, he decided to put on a rock cassette he had lying around.

"So…" he began, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, his gaze on the road and seeing him so focused made you feel strangely drawn, "Shall we stop at a grocery store?"

You didn't buy much, just a bag of chips and drinks for both of you: a beer and a strawberry soda.

“I like your chain” you murmured at some point during the trip. Whenever you were with him his neck was a point of attention and therefore anything that was in it, today was a silver chain.

“A present from my uncle, a long time ago.” He smiled. “We know a guy in Indiana who sells all kinds of silver stuff and I sometimes shop there. They are expensive, but at least they don't stain your skin and they are quite durable” he explained. The young man's ability to create a conversation from anything was surprising "The only disadvantage is that if one day I became a vampire, I would never be able to use them again"

"Oh yes, that's the most common" you replied sarcastically, followed by a laugh "Are you really worried about becoming a vampire?"

"You never know," he simply replied, shrugging. He stopped near a park that was nearly empty at this hour. The lighting was dim and the benches looked rusty, with grass growing sloppily under them. Eddie came downstairs without saying anything and at first you thought he was being rude, but then you saw him appear from your side to open the door and you smiled with pleasure.

As soon as you sat down on the bench, the intention that Eddie had when taking you there crossed your mind; a place almost in darkness, secluded, silent and wide… maybe it was just trying to get between your pants. And it wasn't like it bothered you, you just felt slightly disappointed that he was being so nice with that sole intention. But as you two talked, you discovered that maybe you were misunderstanding and what he wanted was just that: to talk and that's it.

"So you play the guitar?" you asked after he made the mention of his band. The fries were gone and you two were relaxing, and he nodded to your question "And you're good at it?"

"I can't judge myself, to say yes would be presumptuous and to say no would be foolish," he argued, with an amused grin.

"You have very pretty lips," you said without thinking. His eyes widened and when he looked at you, you noticed that his cheeks had flushed. Your comment had taken him off guard and even you felt embarrassed, which you tried to mask with a laugh.

"Regularly when someone is looking at my lips it's because they want to kiss me" you wanted to answer that it wasn't like that, but when he gently bit his lower lip your eyes went there and the words got stuck in your throat. Once your gaze met his, you caught a glimpse of a peculiar mischievous glow and swore he was going to kiss you right then. But it was you who walked away when your eyes caught the scarlet glow of a balloon floating behind Eddie.

You were paralyzed with fear at that simple appearance and the feeling only intensified when you noticed a red-haired figure who was dressed in white and was hiding in the bushes. It was grinning at you ghoulishly and you felt like you were going to throw up when he raised his gloved hand to show you something. It looked like a piece of cloth with black and white figures that were smeared with red all over. It took you barely a second to realize what it was; it was Richie's shirt.

“No…” you said, your voice breaking. Eddie was surprised by your change in attitude, especially when you got up from the bench and your face turned pale.

“Hey, what's up? Did I misunderstand something?” he asked with concern.

But you couldn't speak, you couldn't move: you were completely paralyzed with fear. So many memories had suddenly come to him that it was nauseating. You even swore to smell the iron in the blood, as if you were the one who was hurt.

“We have to…we have to go,” you stuttered, staring into the bushes expecting the bloody clown to jump at any second.

He tried to follow your gaze but at that very moment, the lights above your heads flickered in uneven patterns, which made Eddie tense. Many questions crossed his mind: Had you seen something that he didn't? Was Vecna haunting the town again? And you, seeing him so nervous, also wondered if he had finally noticed the horrible clown that was a few meters from you.

"Let's get out of here," he said, giving no room for complaint or question. Eddie took your hand while still looking in the direction of the lights and you let him drag you away while you stared into the bushes where there now seemed to be nothing.

You got into the van in record time and once inside you felt that the air was beginning to fail you. In your head there was only Richie's name repeating itself over and over again, filled with despair by the image you had witnessed. You were sure that this was his shirt, precisely the one he had put on that day.

Eddie, on the other hand, wasn't as upset as you were, but the flickering of the lamps had brought back unpleasant memories. And that signal made him think that you had seen something; how was he going to explain to you what it was about? Sometimes even he didn't understand.

The man drove a few meters to the road and when he took a look at you, he noticed that his hands were shaking. He expected you to ask questions or say anything, maybe a startled comment about how you just saw a six-foot monster rolling around, but when you finally looked at him you only sobbed a few words.

"I need to find my brother, please"

He asked you if you were okay and asked what had happened there, getting no response other than something along the lines of “take me to Richie” or “I need to see my brother”.

The road was faster than last time and you asked him to go directly to the Wheelers' house, since you had probably taken so long that they were already there. Or at least that's what you hoped.

You got out of the car as soon as he parked, stumbling a bit in your haste, and walked across the porch with Eddie following you by just a few steps. When you arrived, you knocked on the door insistently, feeling the adrenaline rushing through your body and the beating of your heart completely accelerated. It was Mike who opened the door for you, a confused expression on his face.

“Y/N?”

"And Richie?" you asked bluntly, but instead of waiting for an answer you pushed your cousin aside and walked down the hall. You could hear the laughter of the young people, probably from the room, and you expected to find him there. But upon arrival, a quick scan was enough to realize that he wasn’t there.

"Something happened?" murmured Ben, who was one of the most perceptive in the group, noticing your pale face.

"Where's Richie?" you exhaled, feeling suddenly dizzy and tears stinging your eyes. It wasn’t difficult to think why you had that question and this put everyone on alert, even those who did not know your situation. When Eddie reached your side, his gaze went directly to Jane.

“The lights… it happened again”

"Will," she said almost immediately, her eyes reflecting the same panic as you. Everyone almost jumped to their feet, each group understanding their own bizarre situation, and you started scouring the house looking for the two boys.

Your breathing began to be erratic and you had to hold on to the wall to keep from falling. Eddie, noticing this, walked over to you and grabbed you by the elbows.

"Are you okay? What's going on?" he said, genuinely worried about you. One of his hands went up to your face to force you to look at him and somehow seeing his big, brown, frightened eyes made you feel back in the real world.

You wanted to tell him everything. You wanted to tell him about your mother, about the clown, about the terrible disappearances, and about the panic that caused you to think that this thing had probably come back and taken your little brother. Even if he didn't understand a word, you just wanted to let it go.

"I found them!" someone yelled and your feet moved on their own in that direction. You were expecting the worst, but when you arrived you found your brother stuck in a kind of closet with a cigarette in his hand and Will Byers in front of him.

"What the hell, man?" Richie said, rather annoyed at the interruption. You pulled him by the arm to get him out of the closet and when you looked him up and down Richie thought you were going to give him the worst scolding of his life, but instead he felt you pull him towards you and hug him. Honestly, he preferred the scolding “What are you doing? Let me go!" he whimpered. You breathed properly for the first time and with your hands you looked for some kind of wound, but you found nothing. You took a moment to bask in relief that he was safe and sound, but as soon as this moment was over you pulled away and yanked hard on his ear, only making him complain more.

“Are you an idiot, are you? I thought something had happened to you! I… I… I thought you were dead” you exclaimed in a sob. You didn't mean to cry, but you were already doing it.

"Why should I be?" he said as a first reaction, not really understanding your point, it wasn't until you whispered a soft 'I saw it' that his face turned pale and his lips exhaled an expression of understanding.

"Wait a minute, are you smoking?" Mike said, glaring red-cheeked with anger at Will. That brought you back to reality and you observed the cigarette, as well as the smell that your brother emanated.

“Oh, you are so dead, Tozier” you exclaimed without thinking, but instantly you covered your mouth with a hand “No, no… I don't mean that. I'm so sorry. I love you” you completed immediately, with a sweeter voice, and then gave him another hug and a quick kiss on the forehead. But just as the sweetness came, that's how fast it left, because you pulled the dark-haired man by the arm and ripped the cigarette out of his hand to put it out on the floor "If I see you doing that shit again, it's going to be very bad for you, and I also don't want you to be perverting other people so that they accompany you in your idiocies”

"But we were just chatting!" he defended himself. He looked at his friend for a second and then he looked at Eddie (the young one, of course) who looked really upset, with the same look that Mike was giving your brother, while Will was just flushed with embarrassment. You didn't know what was going on between those four, but you were too busy lecturing the guy with glasses to really think about it.

At some point, the groups parted noticeably and when they approached to check on you, you spoke in whispers, explaining that the sight of Derry's favorite killer clown had probably just been your paranoia. Eddie, for his part, was talking the same way to the youngsters, muttering things about the state you'd put yourself in and how likely it was due to the sight of some creature from the upside down.

In the end, you sent all the children to sleep, and from that point on you didn't know what happened to them, because you just stood in the corridor with a pain well installed in the back of your neck and a sudden tiredness.

"You okay?" you heard behind you. You had forgotten about Eddie, about your date with him, and about how you almost kissed him, all because of the terror of imagining that Richie was dead.

“Oh, yeah,” you said turning around. He was watching you with tender, careful eyes and there was a silent question in the air. You decided to close the distance and let his arms wrap around you warmly "I'm… I’m sorry about all that"

"Don't apologize" he replied and although he didn't ask for an explanation, you decided to offer it.

“It's just… my mom died in a horrible way and we all witnessed it. Since then we have been very afraid that this will happen again and I think that… the fatigue and the heat and all the change of environment affected me and I thought I saw something that was not there. That's why I needed to get there so fast, I was afraid that… you know” you sighed, not daring to say it. There was silence for a moment and to try to eliminate the discomfort you spoke again "Sorry if I scared you"

"No, you didn't" he was quick to say "I was just thinking that something similar happened to me and my friends a long time ago and... well, sometimes we can see crazy things, right?" he tried to cheer you up. The truth is that it wasn't very good, but it was enough for you to feel that he wasn't judging you “What I'm trying to say is that I understand you in a way and it's okay what happened, we both care about our brothers. Well, your brother and my children” he laughed. The natural and paternal way in which he referred to the young people touched you.

You separated to look at him and one of your hands reached almost by itself to his cheek, the one where he had the scar. Your index finger trailed along the edge of it and there was something about that caress that felt too intimate for Eddie like you were two longtime lovers sharing a routine moment.

“Sorry for ruining our date”

"Was that a date?" he said, more meant to joke than to make fun of you. You felt silly for a second, until you heard him laugh "I didn't know you liked me so much"

"I thought that meant pulling me out of the bowling alley for snacks and taking me to a point in the middle of nowhere just to stare at my lips while I talked," you said, trying to sound as confident as possible so he wouldn't notice that you were a mess inside.

"Sorry? You were the one who said I had pretty lips. If anyone here was dying for a kiss, it was you” he smiled. Suddenly your face was hot and the air around you felt heavier, as if all the tension you had hours ago had returned in a heartbeat. You didn't realize it, but your lips parted to release a sigh and Eddie swallowed, completely nervous.

The next thing was the obvious: your lips and his coming together in long-awaited contact. It started slow and careful, but it didn't take long for the bites and tongues to kick in. You wish you were thinking a little more like an adult instead of making out passionately with a guy you barely knew in the middle of the hallway at your aunt and uncle's house, but the truth was that having someone like Eddie around you could barely form a coherent thought connection. His hand hovered carefully on the edge of your waist, almost reaching your breast but not really touching it, while your hand had already left his cheek and flown to his silky hair thanks to the styling cream he had put on before seeing you and, to be honest, you probably would have kept kissing him for quite a while if it hadn't been for the sound of the front door opening.

"My aunt,” you said, breathing hard and with a nervous smile "Come, hide" you exclaimed, taking his hand to drag him to the room you shared with Nancy. She was sleeping with Jonathan that day and you felt the situation couldn't be more perfect. It wasn't like you wanted to get into anything more with Eddie, you just… didn't want to stop having him around.

“I'll climb out the window,” he muttered, immediately grasping (from his logic) where this was going. More than once he'd had to sneak out of someone's house and right now it didn't seem to bother him.

“I was thinking maybe you could stay,” you said quickly, before you lost the courage to do so “It's late and… I just thought we could spend the night together. Like… maybe… just sleep,” you explained, hoping he didn't think you were suggesting something else. Your intentions were sincere, you just wanted to be with him a little longer.

"Will you bear my talking in the night?" he said playfully, giving an implied response to your invitation. You managed to get into your pajamas in record time and he only got rid of the most uncomfortable things from his outfit before falling into bed with you. Both of you were staring at the ceiling, giving you a sidelong glance. "Is this okay for you?"

“Uh-huh,” you nodded with a smile. He hardly dared to move or touch you, so you moved closer in the hope that he would give you some of his warmth. Still without looking at him, you rested your head on his shoulder and he did the same on yours. It was a comfortable, friendly, and calm position.

“I like you, Y/N” he blurted out “Just in case you haven't noticed” he added, making you smile. You kept silent to think that it was pertinent to answer.

"I like you too, Eddie" you finished saying. One of your hands shyly traveled to his and you started playing with your fingers for a while in which both of you were silent. "I'm glad I came to Hawkins this summer, you know?"

“I'm glad you're here” he imitated you, smirking even though you couldn't see him “I was thinking that when you leave maybe I should visit you one day”

"Will you travel 17 hours just to see me?" you asked with a sour laugh. You hadn't thought about the distance thing until now that he brought it up and you didn't want to dwell on it too much, dreading the idea that you were literally on different ends of the country.

"Perhaps. It will be fun. And I can take the children, so they know your place. Like a family trip,” he exclaimed. The light in the room was still on and you reached out a bit to turn it off and continue talking.

"You do not have siblings?" you asked curiously, because the family was a subject that you had only superficially approached during these weeks of knowing him.

“No, my mom died before I could have one. And then my dad ended up in jail so the chances were greatly reduced” he exclaimed casually. You had no idea that he had been through that and you felt bad in some way, but when you told him that you were sorry, he shook his head "It doesn't matter anymore, life has put good people in my way" he smiled. Hearing him say those things only showed that he was such a sensitive, kind and pure man that it was hard to believe “But I imagine he must be cute. You cared too much about Richie."

"He has his good times and his bad times," you said quietly. The darkness was making you drowsy, but you refused to let go of the moment. “Can you tell me a story?”

"Huh?"

“A story” you repeated. His skin was soft and warm against yours. “Something from when you were little or… something with your friends, I don't know. I just… want to hear your voice” you kindly asked. Eddie blushed at this and nodded, then started telling you about how he met most of his friends. He told you about his band, his school, his club, and a thousand other things that you listened to carefully until late at night, when both of you gave in to exhaustion and fell asleep peacefully, having the peace of mind that on waking the space next to the bed wouldn’t be empty.

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Aim for the head Part 3

Okay, it was quite awhile, but here I am with the new part of my crossover imagine. Hope you were waititng for it and will enjoy it.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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The van entered the club’s territory when it was already dark, the streets of Charming were flooded with empties, but Tig didn’t even care, he wasn’t trying to avoid them, the car was heavy enough to just smash every single rotten bastard that was standing on the way. So now when he parked the van, its wheels were covered in blood. Not that anyone really cared about it though.

Silently, one by one, the team members left the van, Chibs was the last one, carrying Miles and looking straight in front of himself unable to face Clay and Bobby, who were waiting for them to come back while Jax was on one of the watch towers.

“What the fuck happened?” Clay groaned, but Chibs ignored him and just headed to the storehouse to get the shovel. Tig followed him to help.

“It was some… mutant. Fast one, we couldn’t even aim” Juice explained.

“God… As if the usual empties were not enough” Bobby sighed. “Fine, let’s join Chibs, we need to bury poor Miles properly”

Chibs dig a grave, while Tig made a simple cross shaped tombstone and Y/N with Gemma wrapped Miles’ body with a shroud. Nowadays wood was too valuable to use it for the coffin. So an hour later club members and some residents of the safehouse gathered on the backyard, where the small cemetery was forced to appear in the first weeks of the apocalypse.

“Miles was the loyal member of this club for more than a year” Chibs started, as no one really knew what to say, shocked with what happened. “He was a good friend; he was protecting everyone here and never gave us any reason to doubt him. We’ll remember you, brother. Have rest now”.

The speech was short, but quite emotional; no one could hold back tears thinking about the injustice of this death. Tig and Happy took shovels and started to fill the grave, while others were watching silently. When they finished, Gemma put a small bouquet next to the cross. One by one people started leaving, hiding in their rooms and beds from the grief and fear. Only Chibs sat on the ground looking on the new grave with blind stare. He lit a cigarette and sighed. It was his team and he felt personal guilt for this poor boy, even though he understood there was nothing he could do.

“Filip, let’s go inside, it’s getting cold” He heard Y/N’s voice from behind and looked around.

“I wanted to be alone for some time” Chibs answered in awhile, he hoped it won’t be too rude.

“I understand. But there’s no one inside, you can stay there.”

Chibs stood up and turned to her but she already left, so he just headed into the club house only to find it empty, a bottle of scotch and a glass waiting for him on the bar counter. “This lass knows exactly what I need” he smirked sad and poured some liquor to himself landing on the high stool.

Next morning Clay gathered Sons in the chapel. He waited for everyone to take their places, frowned and silent. He glanced around at the club members, only six of them were here, while Ratboy and Juice had their duty on the watch towers.

“We don’t have enough people” Clay stated and no one argued. “We need to start training other men from our shelter”

“Do you want to accept them as prospects?” Jax frowned. They had eleven men living in this safe house that were not the part of the club, and none of those ever asked to be accepted into it.

“No. I don’t see them as club members, but they need to learn how to fight, they need to take duties on the towers, they have to go out for supplies with you” Clay shook his head.

“Not everyone can fight…” Bobby admitted, but Clay interrupted him

“My daughter can fight, because she had to. And those are men. They can’t fight only because we fight for them. We allow them to live peacefully here. But there are only eight of us left, we need others to be ready to stand up against any threat we might meet.”

“Do you want to force them?” Chibs asked quietly. He knew Clay was right, but he also knew the one who’s forced to be a soldier won’t ever be a good one.

“We’ll ask for the volunteers. If there won’t be enough people, we’ll have to make others do it as well. It’s all about our own safety. The club, our families, everyone who lives in this place” Clay shrugged “Let’s vote”

“I agree” Jax said “We need more people. God only knows what new danger can be out there. Yes”

“Aye” Chibs supported.

“Yes. People need to know how to protect themselves” Tig agreed as well.

“Yes” Happy just nodded shortly.

“I doubt the methods, but the idea is good. Yes” Bobby who was always confronting Clay for his rough actions agreed after a pause.

“So be it” Clay nodded and as his hammer hit the surface of the table, he made a sign to everyone to stay. “There’s another thing. We should start going further from Charming”

“For supplies?” Tig asked.

“Not only supplies” Clay looked at him carefully.

“We need information as well” Chibs narrowed his eyes. “We need to know what’s going on outside of the town, where other survivors live, are they aggressive or not and so on. I’ve been thinking about it as well and I’ll gladly be the first volunteer to go”

“You can’t go alone, Chibby” Jax shook his head watching his brother. It was obvious that something was wrong with Chibs recently, but what exactly, no one could tell.

“I won’t” Chibs agreed, not looking at anyone, just staring at the wall.

“First of all we’ll deal with the training for our people. I want you, Chibs, to talk to them, ask what they think. And then you will go. Meanwhile…” Clay looked around. “You guys have some time to think and decide who will join Chibs. I understand it’s a new challenge for us, it’s absolutely different from going out for couple of hours and getting back home before the dark. So think carefully. Now you can go.”

Sons started leaving one by one. Chibs stood up and headed towards the door as well, but Jax stopped him.

“Can I have a word, Chibby?” He asked, trying to catch his eye.

“Sure, Jackie boy, what is it?” Chibs replied and looked at Jax confused.

“What’s going on with you?” Jackson sighed. He knew the answer but wasn’t going to give up just yet.

“Nothing, why?” Chibs narrowed his eyes.

“You agreed so easily to go for this dangerous mission, without a doubt. Why so?” Jax was trying to see something in Filip’s face, in his eyes, but he remained calm and emotionless.

“I just know we have to do it, I’ve been thinking about it for awhile now and I decided I can make it. I don’t really have anything to lose” Chibs replied calmly.

“Except for your life” Jax raised his eyebrow.

“Well. I hope I will be able to protect myself” Chibs shrugged. “I’m fine, Jackie boy, don’t worry”

Filip smiled at Jax and made his way outside, he was determined to find as many volunteers as he could to be able to leave the safe house as soon as possible. He just needed some time away to unwind a bit, to stay away from everyone. Unfortunately he knew that Clay won’t ever allow him to go alone, so he’ll have to endure one of his brothers and he was okay with it.

So the work began. Chibs spoke with almost everyone in the safe house, not only men, but some women as well wanted to learn how to fight and to help protecting their home. Twelve people in common were ready to learn and Sons made a schedule, so that everyone could teach people to shoot and to fight, to survive, to ride a bike and to drive. Y/N also joined to teach everyone all the useful stuff about the empties she learned on her way.

“Filip, can I ask you?” She approached him after another lesson. It was almost three weeks since trainings started.

“Sure, lass, what is it?” Chibs gave her warm smile.

“Can you give me some shooting lessons?” Y/N looked up at him smiling back and he could only node to this question. Of course he would train her, of course he would do whatever she asked, no matter how hard it might be for him.

“Sure, we can do it whenever you want” Chibs lit a cigarette.

“We can start now if you don’t mind” She raised her eyebrow and Telford only nodded again.

They headed to the shooting range Sons made in the far side of the yard. Y/N took a gun they used for training and stood against one of the targets.

“Okay, lass. You need to place your legs a bit wider to feel steadier” Chibs said, placing his palms on her hips to adjust her position. It sent shivers all over his body, but he ignored the feeling as usual.

“Okay” Y/N looked down on her legs to check the position for the future, smiling to the feeling of his warm palms on her hips. “Now what’s with aiming?”

“Let me see” Chibs mumbled, his voice low and his accent stronger, stepping back from her even though he didn’t want to and looked carefully on how she was holding the gun and how she was aiming. “Try to shoot, lass”

Y/N aimed, as she thought quite carefully and pulled the trigger. Of course she could hit the target, but not the center. The bullet entered it closer to the edge. Y/N looked at it and then at Chibs. “You see, I never can hit where I want to”

“We’ll fix it, don’t worry” Chibs smiled at her plaintive face and stepped closer to her again. He stood behind her and placed his palms on her arms, his chest pressed to her back. She was so close now that he could feel the scent of her hair. He closed his eyes for a moment to calm himself. The only thing he really wanted right now was to pull her closer and kiss every inch of her body. All he could do in reality was to adjust her arms and help her aim. “Like that, lass” He said quietly to her ear, making her shiver. “Shoot”

She pulled the trigger again; light impact pressed her against Chibs’ body tightly for a moment, making him gasp. But Y/N was already too focused on where the bullet went.

“It worked!” She laughed, turning around to look at Chibs. “I will practice more and I will learn to deal with the gun as good as I do with the knife”

“I’m sure you will” He smiled back at her, fighting the urge to kiss her, when she wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you for helping me, Filip” Y/N said, stepping back as if she was confused with this sudden move.

“You’re welcome” Chibs replied, his voice even lower now. “Keep practicing, lass. I have to go now, I have a shift on the tower”

He hurried to leave, just to keep himself away from her, because in moments like this it was almost unbearable for him to hide his feelings. Chibs was now taking as many shifts on the watchtower as possible, it was the only place where he could stop wearing his mask, where he could think and feel whatever he wanted to. Now it was a right moment as if Chibs knew when he scheduled his duties that he will need some fresh air and some time to bring his thoughts in order.

He climbed up the tower and smiled at Tig, whose shift was almost over.

“Hey, Tiggy. I came a bit early, so you can go have some rest” He said as careless as he could.

“That’s nice of you, brother” Tig replied and headed downstairs.

Chibs leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette, taking a deep shaky drag on it. His mask faded, revealing how tired and sad he really was. The woman he loved, the only woman he wanted in his life was so close and yet so far. Seeing Jax and Tara, Clay and Gemma and families of residents didn’t make it easier for Chibs. He needed the same and had no chance to have it.

“Christ” he muttered, looking up and taking a deep shaky breath. It was too much. He needed something to hold on, as he was at the edge of a breakdown. He needed to leave the shelter for couple of days as soon as possible.

Several days later Chibs had a chance to talk to Clay. He found president in the chapel alone and knocked the opened door.

“What is it, Chibs?” Clay looked at him surprised.

“I just wanted to let you know that trainings are now kept regularly and people really like what we are doing” Chibs started from afar.

“That’s good, Chibby, great job. We can now plan your ride I guess?” Clay nodded and narrowed his eyes. He knew exactly why Chibs came to him.

“Aye. I’m ready to go. Did anyone decide to join me?” Filip sat on his chair and leaned forward.

“Yes. Everyone to be honest” Clay laughed “But I have another decision”

“What do you mean?” Chibs raised his eyebrows confused. He hoped that maybe president would allow him to go alone.

“I want Y/N to come with you” Clay replied. “She’d been there. She knows how to survive out there for a long time. It would be good for the first ride.”

“Aye…” Chibs whispered, feeling heat and cold in his chest at the same time. He was now scared. He wanted this ride to be far from Y/N and now he would have lots of time alone with her. He doubted he could really make it.

“Everything’s fine?” Clay couldn’t understand the reaction he saw from Chibs.

“Yeah… Yes, it’s okay. You’re right, Clay” Filip couldn’t find any argument against this choice and couldn’t just say how he really felt.

“Good. I’ll tell her and you can start preparations”

Chibs only nodded and left the room. He hoped that after this conversation he would feel better, but it made things even worse now. He sat on the edge of the table outside of the club house and rubbed his eyes with his fingers.

“Sheit…” He scoffed and shook his head. The only thing Chibs could really do was to remind himself that it was a mission of a high importance at the first place. And to keep thinking about the club needs only.

Several more days passed in preparations and discussions of the route and they were ready to go. Chibs chose one of the cars that was fast enough and heavy at the same time. Y/N packed them some food and water, as well as some meds. Chibs chose a gun for her and a knife for himself; he also packed several spare magazines for their weapons. Y/N took a lighter, two flashlights and quite a long rope. All the supplies were placed on the back seat of the car and early in the morning they hit the road, making their way out of the town.

Chibs was driving fast till they left Stockton where Sons went several times and already knew the city was dead. The worst place there was the prison, all of the prisoners and security were now empties, walking around the yard and inside of the buildings. But it was good for the club, because having a gang of former prisoners along with their former guards could’ve been much worse.

When they approached Modesto it was already getting dark. Chibs slowed down and was looking carefully around as well as Y/N.

“Do you think we’ll find some shelter on our way?” Y/N asked, as she opened the window and lit a cigarette.

“I hope so… We might meet some aggressive group though.” Chibs shrugged.

“Do you wanna stop in Modesto and look around?” She offered. There could be some people hiding or, if not – some supplies.

“Yeah. But I’d say we stop on the entrance to the city and walk. Don’t want to attract too much of attention if someone is alive there” Chibs nodded.

“Right. It’s better to stay quiet until we find out who lives here” Y/N agreed, looking through the window to the city that was slowly approaching. “There’s a smoke” She pointed forward and Chibs saw it as well. It wasn’t the uncontrollable fire, but some kind of a bbq or stove that made this small flow of smoke and it was right next to the city border.

“Okay” Chibs frowned, when they finally saw the source of this smoke in front of them. It was some diner, surrounded by the roughly made walls. Feeling tension and worry, Filip parked the car on the side of the road, took his gun out and opened the door. He didn’t trust people from the outside, so he expected trouble. “Let’s go take a look”.

Followed by Y/N who also had her gun ready, Chibs was slowly approaching the diner, it seemed like no one there was watching the outside and it was so stupid. They were sitting behind their walls having no clue what’s going on outside. Yet Telford tried to move slowly and quietly, never taking his eyes off the diner and his finger off the trigger.

They were at the gates in no time and only then the man who was standing from the opposite side of those gates made of thin steel bars noticed them. He looked at Chibs and saw the gun then he raised his own rifle and frowned.

“If you want to rob us you chose the wrong target” The man smirked “We have nothing special here, just a diner for travelers and some spare beds”

“Do you accept everyone?” Y/N interfered in the conversation. “Why? What do you ask in exchange?”

“Anything in fact. We don’t have people to go for supplies, so we always lack meds, armor, clothes and food apart from what we manage to grow here” Man was showing no concern at all talking to two strangers with guns. He felt pretty safe behind the walls.

“How many of you are there?” Chibs frowned. He couldn’t believe their intentions were as good as this pal said.

“Just me and my wife” Man shrugged. “You can come in if you want but put your weapons away”

Filip looked at Y/N question in his eyes. He didn’t want to be unarmed in the unknown place, but surprisingly Y/N nodded and put her gun back to the holster. Chibs followed her lead and the man opened the gates for them, allowing them to come in.

“I’m Kenneth, but you can call me Kenny” he said, locking the gates behind them and shook Chibs’ hand. “Look around and come inside, Tracy will be glad to see new faces”

Filip looked around curious, the diner was a small but two stored building and it was obvious that the additional floor was built after the apocalypse just to have more space. The whole territory behind the walls was covered with beds of different plants and in the corner there was a small chicken coop with several chickens and roosters walking around.

Y/N opened the door of the diner and entered, followed by Chibs. They saw a woman in wheel chair behind the counter. She smiled at them and nodded at the seats in front of the counter.

“Welcome, welcome. I’m glad to see new faces at our place. Haven’t seen anyone for couple of months already. I’m Tracy and what are your names?” She poured some water to old coffee mugs and placed them on the counter as Chibs and Y/N sat down and introduced themselves. “We don’t have any coffee or tea left unfortunately but I can offer you some chicken curry”

“Sound good, what will you need in exchange?” Y/N asked, smiling at the woman. Chibs relaxed a bit and took a sip of water from the mug.

“Oh, nothing, it’s your first time here. Just have rest and relax, we can discuss some agreements later” Tracy shook her head and headed to the kitchen to bring them food.

“Do you think they can be trusted?” Chibs asked quietly while they were left alone.

“Yes. I think they are just a couple trying to survive. And this place can be very useful if we start going for loner rides regularly. Our people can stop here for the night and have rest. We’ll have to bring some supplies in exchange of course but it’s good to have a safe place to spend the night” Y/N nodded.

They had dinner with Tracy and Kenny that evening, discussing their future cooperation. Chibs never told them where they came from or how many people they had, but they agreed that Sons would use this place as a shelter for the night, bringing some supplies.

“Do you know what’s going on in the city?” Chibs asked, as he lit the cigarette.

“Not much” Kenny shook his head and sighed. “There were four of us in the beginning, two good guys, Brent and Roger were working here with Tracy when it all began and I came here as soon as possible from our farm, so we were stuck here together. They were going out for supplies and they said there was some group of survivors in Modesto who considered moving somewhere else. One day guys didn’t come back from the run. I think it’s either the deadmen got them or they just decided to join that group. It was several months ago and since then we had no chance to find out what’s going on in the city”

“That’s so irresponsible, how could they leave you here if they left with another group?” Y/N exclaimed.

“I don’t think the other group would’ve accepted me considering my state” Tracy smiled slightly and nodded on her wheel chair.

“And they knew I would’ve never left Tracy alone even if they offered me too” Kenny nodded and smiled gently at his wife.

“You two seem like a perfect couple. I think you understand what we’re talking about” Tracy looked at them carefully.

“We’re not… We’re not a couple” Chibs said quietly “But I understand what you mean”

“Not a couple?” Tracy looked confused, she was watching Chibs carefully for a moment and then nodded “Oh… I see”

Filip frowned. He could swear Tracy knew exactly what was going on, how he felt. Was it as obvious for others, for Y/N herself? Thanks god this wise woman decided not to develop the theme further.

“So where are you going?” Kenny asked to break the awkward silence.

“Las Vegas, I think. We need to know what’s going on around, what people live in the nearby cities. Who do you usually meet here? Same groups or just random people?” Y/N who seemed to pay no attention to Tracy’s comments was curious to get more information.

“Just some random people who go from one place to another and find our diner on their way. We’ll be lucky if your friends would start visiting us from time to time” Kenny smiled. “Now it’s getting late. Let me show you your room”

He stood up and was about to go towards the stairway but Tracy gave him meaningful look “Two rooms, honey. We have enough of space here”

“Two rooms, sure” He nodded as Y/N and Chibs followed him.

When the door behind him closed, Chibs sat on the bed, hiding his face in his palms. He felt confused, ashamed, broken. If even the woman who saw him for the first time in her life could easily see his heart as if it was an open book, wasn’t it obvious for everyone around him as well? And what would Y/N think about him now? How can he pretend nothing’s going on? Yet he had to. Deny everything, act like nothing special going on. Hide his feelings. There was no other choice for Filip.

The night was peaceful and quiet, but roosters woke everyone up early in the morning. They had breakfast together with Kenny and Tracy and left the diner, heading further.

As they’ve expected, Modesto was empty. Crowded by the empties, it had no sign of survivors. They’ve spent several hours searching for something useful and marked some interesting spots on the map for the future rides. Then Chibs and Y/N drove further passing small towns and never met anyone.

“I think everyone who could leave left to some places away from the cities. Some farms maybe” Y/N said, as they were leaving Fresno. They’ve spent the rest of the day there, walking around the city, searching for people and supplies. They found several good spots as well and a former safe house that was empty now as well, the walls were broken and the place was a mess. Considering the blood stains everywhere empties breached the walls and attacked survivors. It was hard to tell if someone was lucky enough to escape.

“I think you’re right” Chibs agreed and slowed down. “It’s getting dark. Should we find some safe place for the night?”

Y/N nodded and pointed to the left. The road signs said it was the way to the airport and there was a small tower in some distance from them. “If we can get up there it would be the safest place for us and we also can look around a bit from the height”

Chibs drove there and in about five minutes they’ve stopped by the old control tower. It was small and wasn’t in use for many years now but it was perfect as a safe place for the night. No empty can crawl up by the ladder. It was quite high though.

“You go first” Chibs said, as they’ve hidden the car nearby and took some food and water from in to have dinner. “And please be careful lass” he added as Y/N started climbing up. It was not so tiring as he thought it would be to get up there, the tower had several platforms in the middle where they could have rest before the next ascent, so it took them about half an hour to get on top. The roof and walls of the tower were worn out, there were breaches here and there but apart from that it was the best place to stay for the night.

They had dinner, watching the sunset, sitting on the floor by one of the windows.

“It’s beautiful” Y/N sighed, watching sun slowly crawling behind the heel in the distance.

“Very beautiful” Chibs whispered, watching her. He couldn’t help it. All of his thoughts were about this lass when he wasn’t busy with taking care of club’s matters. As soon as he had a moment, he couldn’t stop himself from looking at her, thinking about her. And they were now alone, here with this beautiful sight of the dawn. The most romantic moment this broken world could offer. Yet he had no use of it since his feeling had to stay unrevealed.

“Why do you think Tracy thought we were a couple?” Y/N asked suddenly and made Chibs choke.

“I don’t know” He replied when stopped coughing. “Maybe that’s because she spends all of the time with her husband”

Filip tried to sound as careless as possible. He looked at Y/N and it seemed that she was about to say something really important, but her gaze suddenly slipped behind him.

“Look!” She stood up and headed towards one of the windows. Chibs could only follow her and stop next to her trying to see what she was looking at.

There in the distance were lights. A lot of lights were placed on the walls surrounding some huge territory. It was on the way from them to Las Vegas.

“Is that some safe house?” Y/N frowned trying to figure out what was going on there but it was too far to see.

“Some military base” Chibs sighed. “We should go there tomorrow and check if these are good loyal soldiers or some bunch of psychos. If they can’t be trusted we should worn our people and Mayans about it and do anything to hide or shelters from them”

They were standing like this for awhile more, silent. Both thinking about the same – how dangerous it might me to have such a big group nearby if they are not peaceful.

“Let’s have some sleep, Filip. We’ll probably have a busy day tomorrow” Y/N said finally and made her way towards two broken sofas moved up together, the only spot that could be used as a bed in this place. Probably someone else already used this tower as a shelter.

Chibs was watching Y/N lying down on the sofa and started to make a bed for himself on the floor when she stopped him.

“Come on, Filip! It’s not the best moment to be a gentleman” She laughed gently and nodded on the sofa next to her. “It’s cold, sleeping on the floor is a really bad idea”

Filip had no arguments to protest. He laid down next to her and closed his eyes, trying not to move at all.

“Good night, Filip” She whispered and closed her eyes.

“Good night, lass” Telford replied and took a deep breath.

Y/N soon fell asleep and moved closer to Chibs, trying to warm herself up, as it was really getting colder outside. Filip felt her little body pressed against his side and bit his lip to hold himself back from pulling her even closer. It was driving him insane to feel her and have no right to touch her. Y/N meanwhile placed her palm on his chest and rested her head on his shoulder, making his heart race faster. Telford wrapped his arm around her shoulders to make it more comfortable for Y/N yet almost unbearable for himself. It was so amazing to lay down next to her and almost painful as well. Chibs didn’t know how long he was laying awake before he finally fell asleep next to her, but he probably haven’t slept better in ages.

Next morning when he woke up, Y/N was already cooking simple breakfast, just cheese and bread. Chibs marked the approximate position of the military base on the map while they were eating and then they got back to the car and drove towards the base.

“I will stop in couple of miles away from it and you’ll stay in the car while I’ll go and see what’s going on there. I don’t want any argument or discussion on that” Chibs stated as he started the engine. Y/N didn’t protest. He saw that she was probably scared of what might be there.

Chibs pulled over and stopped when it was a mile and a half left to go, looked at Y/N and said quietly but firmly “If I don’t come back in two hours, go back to Charming and warn the others”

“But…” Y/N started but he interrupted her.

“If those guys are dangerous, one of us has to come back in sake of the rest of our group, lass”

She nodded, not looking at him and Chibs left the car. He headed in the forest as it was the only way to approach the base unnoticed. There was no one around luckily, even though he met several empties they were no threat for him. Chibs was more concerned about what he’ll find on the base. When he heard the sound of voices he slowed down and was now making his way towards one of the entrances. Hiding behind trees Chibs saw several men around the military vehicle. One of them seemed to be the leader of the whole group or some part of it. He was wearing heavy boots, leather jacket and had a baseball bat wrapped with razor wire. He was talking to his men in imperative tone.

“We’ve got a great place for our new base guys. Now let’s all go and see what things we can get from the nearest shelters. I think survivors here would be glad to share their supplies with us. And if not, you know exactly what to do” Man laughed and got into the car, followed by the others.

Chibs knew he should get back to Y/N and leave this place as fast as he could. So he ran back, not paying attention neither to empties attracted by the movement nor to the tree branches whipping his face. The road towards the base took him almost an hour, and the way back was only twenty minutes. He hopped in the car, breathing heavily and started the engine, driving as fast as he could in the opposite direction from the base.

“What happened?” Y/N asked, worried, while Chibs was trying to catch his breath.

“They are… not friends” He replied as soon as he could finally speak “They are here for not so long, but they gonna rob other groups I guess. We should prepare for the invasion”

“Fuck” Y/N whispered looking back as if she was afraid that they might be followed by those people.

#sons of anarchy #chibs telford #chibs #soa imagine #chibs imagine #chibs x reader #crossover #the walking dead

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PoliZ's WIP Update - 6 March 2024

Still busy IRL and was out of town this weekend, which cut een more into my writing time/energy. I touched 3 fics (2 new works & 1 WIPs) for a total of 1136 words.

On Ao3, I posted:

Chapter Two of A Vision of Things To Come - WinterIron time travel shenanigans with wartime!Bucky.

On Tumblr I posted:

The Battle of New York - Steve POV ficlet of the title event.

I’m juggling 18 😬 active/semi-active WIPs with my current deadline being the Bucky Barnes Birthday Bash (March 10) and the Post July Break Bingo, which ends in April.

See below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc. As always, feel free to send me prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding any of these projects or any other WIPs I’ve got out there. Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Stony AUniverse Bingo [SAUB_R1] (ends 15 Feb)

Final count - twenty-one fills for five bingos - hoping this event comes back so I can carry over a couple of squares! Masterpost forthcoming….

Captain (America) Bottom Bingo - Round 2 [CABB] (ends 28 Feb 2024)

I signed up for a 3x3 card for this bingo and managed a blackout plus an adopted square - Masterpost forthcoming!

Bucky Barnes Birthday Bash - [BBE_B4] (fic due Mar 10)

Another fun quickie event from the folks over at @buckybarnesevents! Participants build a fanwork ‘cake’ by choosing the following ingredients - a base Universe, a Trope or Quote as the filling, another characters as the frosting and a color, kink and/or date idea as the topping.

I started up a Wartime Bucky/Steve fic - working to incorporate Forced Proximity/Only One Bed and Competency/ Strength/ Size Difference Kink This could also fill my SRB E5 - Oversensitivity/Enhanced Senses and JBB “It’s you. It’s always been you.” squares. It’s sitting at 184 words so far & am targeting Sat or Sunday to post.

Post July Break Bingo [JBB_23p] (Ends Apr 2024)

One fill on my 2x3 non-fandom-specific card - still working on potential crossovers.

* A1 - “It’s you. It’s always been you.” - See BBE_B4 above

* B2 - Character’s personality is split into two different beings – I’ve never played with Bucky & the Soldier being two different people, but this seems like the perfect opportunity! Will see what might be a good crossover on one of my open cards.

* C1 - Touch Starved – another good fit for a Bucky-centric fic. (Steve or Tony or Clint).

Steve Rogers Bingo - Round 3 [SRB_R3] (ends 15 Jun 2024)

Eleven fills and one WIP at the moment - need to ponder other possible crossovers with my non-fandom cards & BaBB.

* A1 - Steve can actually dance just fine - Matched this up with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF238 Take My Hand] for Finding a Partner - where Steve & Natasha go dancing (potential pre-slash). It came in at 239 words and will post to Ao3 before the event is over.

* C5 - Exes to Lovers - Maybe pair up with BaBB Argument?

* E5 - Oversensitivity/Enhanced Senses - see BBE_B4 above.

Bucky Barnes Connect Four - Alt Jun-iverse [BBC4_R2] {Ends May 31 2024}

The good folks over at @buckybarnesevents have opened this event up early! You sign up for a single row card of four squares and the challenge is to see if you can combine any/all into a single Bucky-centric AU fanwork - although you can also create 2-4 separate fanworks if you want.

The combo of prompts on my first card [Reality Show, Omegaverse, Talent/Manager, Royalty] sparked an idea that I’m about 230 words + misc notes into already - Alpha!Bucky as a technical prince who gets talked into joining a reality show that is supposed to match him up with an omega… but there’s a twist! Planning to pick this back up in the next week or so.

Hawkeyes Bingo [HB_R2] {Ends TBD}

Just signed up for this fun Tumblr event - got a 3x3 card and and am looking forward to creating more Clint-centric content and trying my hand at a bit of Kate Bishop fic as well!

*A1 - Werewolf AU - wrote Shooting for the Moon - Werewolf!Bucky’s POV on the second half of A Hairy Situation. It came in at 811 words and will get posted to Ao3 sometime in the next couple weeks.

* A3 - Awkward Flirting – this might be a good entry into my first femslash fic with Kate/Yelena?

Build-A-Bucky Bingo [BaBB_R1] {Ends Oct 2024}

Another fun year-long event from the folks at @buckybarnesevents! Each month there’s a list of prompts and you choose (at least) one each month for your card!

* November: Crackfic - DONE

* December: Wingman - DONE

* January: Wingfic - DONE *January: Polyamory - DONE

* February - Fingering - DONE * February - Morning Sex - DONE

* March - The Marriage of Convenience prompt could slot nicely into the next chapter of Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion, which is currently sitting at 301 words.

WinterIron Bingo Round 2 [WIB_R2]

Signups are open for Round Two of this super-fun bingo event!

Hoping I get something on my card I can squish into the latest chapter of My Love is Vengeance - as I’ve picked that back up and am 1109 words into Chapter Seven.

Warm and Fluffy Bingo [WFB] (no end date)

Four fills on my card, courtesy of @warmandfluffybingocards - need to try for another crossover or two!

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On other creative fronts: I am working on Drusilla and Secchan ZenKaiger figures for commissions. I’ve finished all my Marvel Trumps Hate figures, but still need to create posts (and mail one set).

If you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations, check out Stuffed With Character over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 150!). These soft stuffed figures are mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design requests for any fandom!

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a prayer and a coin; chapter 2

Natsume Yuujinchou & Noragami crossover fic.

Rating: G Wordcount: 2673 Characters in this chapter: Natsume & Yato Summary: A few weeks later, Takashi finds Yatogami in a temple. AO3 link -- Previous chapter

In the following weeks, Takashi pays more attention to his surroundings. He can now put a name on the monsters, and learning how to identify them makes him more…confident, in a sense. He knows ayakashi won’t bother him too much, if he remains calm around them. He knows that youkai will probably ignore him if he ignores them, and he can still run to a shrine if they start getting too interested in him. The brief encounter with Yatogami gave him more reassurance than whatever tricks the adults told him ever did.

On the way to and from school, he observes. There is a blue frog on the sidewalk, hopping around people’s feet, like it’s trying to sniff a good prey. Takashi doesn’t feel threatened by it—he glances at it curiously, wondering if it will climb on someone’s leg, but it looks harmless enough. It’s still early morning and the cold is making everyone shiver, but Takashi doubts that feeling cold and being frustrated at the weather are emotions that ayakashi will feed on. And such a tiny frog most likely doesn’t have much power.

Around a corner, there’s always a youkai with horns sitting on the fence in front of the 7-Eleven, watching people walk in and out of the store. Sometimes a friend keeps them company and they complain about humans’ stupid cars and unnecessarily complicated food packaging. They never took an interest in Takashi, so Takashi happily passes them without glancing their way.

He learns that as long as he doesn’t make eye contact with a youkai, he’s mostly safe. If he doesn’t react to their remarks or flinch when they get too close, he can get home without running. But It’s hard sometimes to remain completely still when he doesn’t expect any of them bursting from behind a garbage can or flying over his head at full speed—and in these cases, they try to chase him.

It’s during one of these mad hunts that Takashi races towards the nearest temple. A sort of ghost with wings is hot on his heels and Takashi barely makes it through the torii before collapsing on the stairs, panting and exhausted. He looks up at the sky, and sees that the youkai is agitatedly circling the temple’s grounds, searching for a way to land. Takashi hopes it won’t have the patience to wait for him to leave this place.

Sighing, Takashi unfolds his limbs one by one and starts climbing the stairs. He’ll go sit on a bench and rest for a while before heading back—it’s already starting to get dark, and his guardians don’t like it when he comes home late. Though there are a few people visiting the temple, he picks out some unoccupied spots that won’t draw the attention on him.

However, while surveying the area, Takashi’s gaze lands on a figure who is completely lying down on the hard cold stone of a bench, head pillowed on crossed arms. He’d recognize that strange tracksuit anywhere.

“...Yato-sama?”

Yatogami’s eyes snap open and instantly flit over Takashi, and Takashi feels the instinctive need to take a step back. For a second, it looks like Yatogami doesn’t recognize him or considers him a threat to be eliminated, but that moment quickly passes and a much softer glint replaces that hard fire in his eyes.

“Hey, you’re that kid from before,” Yatogami says, sitting up and stretching his limbs. “Takashi, right?”

Takashi slowly nods, shaking off whatever uncomfortable feeling is clinging to his body. “What are you doing here?”

Someone nearby throws a suspicious look his way, and Takashi shrinks on himself. Right. They can’t see Yatogami.

Yatogami notices the person who is watching them (or rather, Takashi), tilts his head, then jerks a thumb towards the back of the courtyard.

“Let’s hide near the trees. There are less people and in the worst case they’ll think you’re talking to a bird or something.”

The prospect of being seen as a naive child talking to animals doesn’t appeal to Takashi at all, but he supposes that it is better than talking to thin air.

Yatogami puts a weary foot on the ground, takes another moment to twist his body this way and that, like he’s been frozen in the same position for hours. Takashi can hear Yatogami’s hips and shoulders pop, which is kind of disconcerting. So even gods can get stiff limbs and tense shoulders?

“I was taking a nap but it’s really too cold to sleep on a stone bench,” Yatogami mutters.

“Don’t you have a coat? Or just… a house?”

Yatogami starts walking towards the trees without a word, leaving Takashi to follow him in hurried steps. From the back, just like this, Takashi only sees a man strolling the temple grounds after going for a run. This person could be anyone passing him by in the street.

“Eh, I’m more of the wandering type,” Yatogami says with a shrug, not looking back at Takashi. “Can’t stay too long in the same place.”

“You’ve been in the city for a couple of weeks now. Does it mean you’re going to leave soon?”

Takashi hasn’t thought about that possibility. What will happen if he tries calling Yatogami and he can’t come to help him?

Yatogami cuts a glance at him. “Has it already been weeks since you called? I didn’t realize.”

Maybe time feels different for gods. They must have a lot of things to do each day—every minute is probably precious to them. Takashi’s call must have been one of the many that Yatogami receives.

“Well, for me it has been really good weeks since I met you,” Takashi says earnestly. “Thank you for your advice! Youkai don’t bother me as much, even if sometimes they still chase me and try to talk to me. This is the third time I had to hide in a temple in the past two weeks, today a youkai with wings almost got me.”

Yatogami reaches the base of a tree and promptly collapses against it, his back firmly pressed against the bark, and he gestures towards the empty spot in front of him as a clear invitation. Takashi gingerly sits down, placing his backpack on the ground next to his legs. When he looks around him, he admits that they have more privacy than he thought they would.

“You’re facing the tree, so most people won’t see that you’re talking unless you’re speaking really loudly or they’re walking near you,” Yatogami says.

“Oh. That makes sense.”

It’s a little less stressful not to see people staring at him while he’s having a conversation with an invisible entity, but there are people who are bound to wonder what he’s doing all alone in the cold. Takashi doesn’t want to disrupt their visit to the temple, so he really hopes people won’t take any interest in him.

Yatogami rubs his eyes, like he’s trying to wake himself up. His entire demeanor is quite worrying, if Takashi is honest.

“Are you okay?” he asks, feeling a bit guilty for interrupting his nap.

“Yeah, don’t sweat it,” Yatogami replies with a smile. “I’m just tired. I was actually running away from ayakashi myself, so we’re both hiding here. I’m glad that my advice helped you stay safe.”

“So even gods can be targeted by youkai and ayakashi? That sounds… inconvenient.”

“We usually have a way to defend ourselves, but I'm kind of on my own right now. But I'll be fine soon and back into action just as quickly.”

Takashi senses that Yatogami isn’t completely… comfortable with that topic. He doesn't know what Yatogami is hiding, but he is clearly unwilling to share that information, judging by his clipped words and hard eyes. Maybe there are some secrets that gods can't tell humans, like rules that were implemented to keep some sort of order in the world.

It is most likely for the best that Takashi stops asking questions. But he's curious, and there are slips of paper with a phone number that are dispatched in his things waiting to be used.

“Um… if I call you but you're in another city, would you still come visit? It's also possible I'll move somewhere else at some point, so I want to be sure I'll be able to reach you.”

There hasn't been signs of his guardians being tired of him yet, but Takashi knows that one isolated incident can sometimes be enough for his family to stop wanting to take care of him. He doesn't blame them, of course; it's difficult to care for someone like him, who can see strange things and bring trouble into the house.

Yatogami nods, slightly more relaxed. His eyes remain cloudy, though.

“No problems on that front, I can teleport to anyone who is calling me, like I did last time.”

Takashi perks up. “That's great news! I'm really happy. This is going to sound weird but…can I sometimes pay you 5 yen just to answer some of my questions? You're probably a busy god, so I'd feel bad if you don't take money when I bother you.”

What Takashi doesn't say is that he wants to keep talking to Yatogami. He feels safe—he listens to Takashi and doesn't make fun of him, because he understands. They are both living in a world that is invisible to other people, hidden by layers and layers of half-truths. Takashi has never felt so confident since he met this eccentric god.

It must be an unusual request, because Yatogami casts him a funny look that seems to convey all his surprise. He furrows his brow, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well… I normally do jobs to get paid, answering some questions isn't really a job.”

“But you took my 10 yen for some advice,” Takashi insists. “Maybe…”

And here Takashi fidgets, suddenly self-conscious of what he's going to say.

“Maybe consider it like a babysitting job? I just… I just want to talk to someone, sometimes.”

It sounds stupid and embarrassing to his own ears. Takashi suddenly finds the roots of the tree that Yatogami is leaning on very fascinating. He didn’t mean to come off as childish.

However, Yatogami sounds equal parts amused and interested. “Babysitting, huh? You’re not the worst kind of kid to look after. I can do that, if you really need an attentive ear.” He pauses, hums to himself. “How old are you, anyway?”

“Oh, uh, I’m ten years old.” Takashi risks a glance at Yatogami. “You… actually don’t mind? Coming over just to talk?”

“You’ll learn that I love talking, kid.” Yatogami’s grin splits his face in two, almost erasing all the exhaustion that is etched on his features. “Besides, I’m a well of knowledge! Ask me anything and I’ll give you an answer.”

“Because you’ve been living for a long time?”

“Yeah, and I open textbooks, sometimes.”

The image of a god sitting at a library table to study is hilarious to Takashi. He bursts out laughing, immediately covering his mouth with his hand to try muffling the noise but his shoulders are shaking so badly he can’t hide his amusement at all.

“I-I’m sorry!” he says through his giggling. “I’m not making fun of you!It’s just—I didn’t think gods had to read books too.”

When Takashi wipes away a stray tear and looks up, Yatogami is staring at him owlishly. It looks like he’s been struck by a rock.

“You’re a happy kid after all,” Yatogami says softly.

Takashi blinks, laughter all but forgotten. “What?”

“Nothing, just thinking out loud. I really don’t mind spending a few hours with you just to talk. Don’t worry so much about everything, Takashi.”

Yatogami keeps grinning at Takashi like he hasn’t just said the most confusing sentence Takashi has ever heard. It’s a weird thing to say. What does it mean?

Lost in thought and taken aback, Takashi remains silent long enough for Yatogami to consider it an invitation to continue talking.

“You found yourself a babysitter, now! Do you need me to walk you home? It’s not good for kids to stay outside after dark.”

It’s not totally dark yet but Takashi supposes that it is preferable he gets back home before dinnertime. He nods, slowly standing up and hoisting his backpack on his shoulder. He quickly looks around and notices that no one is paying attention to them, which makes relief wash over him. He really didn’t want an adult approaching him to ask him all kinds of uncomfortable questions.

Yatogami picks himself up as well, the earlier tension from his body a lot less visible in his movements. He stretches for a few seconds, then gestures towards the exit of the temple.

“Lead the way,” he says with a smile.

“The house is maybe a ten-minute walk away from here,” Takashi says thoughtfully. “So it will be fast.”

“I’ll be on the lookout for ayakashi and youkai.”

Takashi nods again, suddenly overwhelmed with both joy and embarrassment. Yatogami is truly taking his job as a babysitter seriously, even though Takashi only suggested it on a whim. He won’t admit it out loud, but walking in the familiar streets and passing by shops with someone next to him feels…warm. Takashi is feeling so happy to go home accompanied by a person who understands what he sees every day—he’s not the only one who follows with his eyes the little youkai mouse slipping by people’s shoes or who strains their ears to hear the singing of a masked bird atop a tree branch. This is a world that he can share.

But he doesn’t say anything. He simply walks, listening to Yatogami’s humming, imagining that this is probably what other children with older siblings get to experience. This is the closest thing Takashi will get, anyway, and he’s satisfied with it. He also doesn’t wish to push Yatogami for more answers, since he obviously prefers keeping some things to himself, despite his claim that he’ll answer any questions. Adults are strange like that.

“That’s a nice neighborhood,” Yatogami comments. “Full of trees and small little shops. I’ll probably try to get a job around here.”

“A real job?”

“Hey, my services are real jobs too! I meant leaving my number and searching for places that might need me.”

A pang of guilt twists Takashi’s stomach. “Ah, yes, of course. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, I told you to stop worrying over everything. You’re going to get even more nervous if you overthink every word you say!”

“It’s not that easy…”

“Yeah, but you’ll feel a lot better if you start saying the things you want to say.”

Takashi doesn’t reply. He’s made a habit of carefully selecting his words and thinking twice before speaking, since he’s not sure if what he sees is visible to others or not. Years of blurting out whatever came to mind, including asking if a youkai was a guest at the dinner table, are long behind him.

The gate of the apartment building is within sight. Yatogami seems to recognize it because he makes a noise of satisfaction.

“You’re home and in one piece!”

There is a small skip to Yatogami’s steps as he walks ahead. He then pushes on his feet and jumps to land right at the gate, which makes Takashi laugh at his antics.

“I suppose that I used up my remaining 5 yen?” Takashi asks.

“That’s right! Be sure to have 5-yen coins next time, alright?”

Takashi smiles. “Thank you so much, Yato-sama. I had fun spending time with you.”

Yatogami chuckles, like he can’t believe that someone would say that to him, but he puts two fingers on the side of his head and salutes.

“Always a pleasure to do business with you, Takashi! See you around!”

Yatogami shoves his hands in the pockets of his jacket and walks away. Takashi watches him go until he turns a corner and disappears into the crowd.

Takashi will not hesitate to spend a few coins on phone calls.

#natsuyuu #noragami #natsume takashi #yato #natsume yuujinchou #fic: a prayer and a coin #takashi talked to yato once (1) and said i'm going to latch onto this person

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