#i had to make a tag for it on the fly pft

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YOUR ART IS SO CUTE!!!!! I LOVE YOUR STYLE

WHAT? MINE? WHAT ABOUT YOURS???? AHHHH IM SO HAPPY U LIKE MY ART STYLE THO AH <333 tbh it's very inconsistent and stuff but it makes me happy u like it :3

[marvelmymarvel]

Guardian (Part 11)

Jiraiya x Sarutobi!Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Synopsis: Your brother gave you an assignment, "Go ask Sakumo Hatake if he needs help with his newborn." It was a simple task, but it snowballed into so much more.

Tags: @twilightlover2007

Naruto Masterlist: Here

A/n: it's short but wanted to get it out 😄

Kakashi seemed nervous as he looked himself over once more in the mirror by the door. "Kakashi honey, it's okay to be nervous. This is your first team! And Minato Namikaze is a great teacher. You know, Jiraiya was the one that trained him all those years ago. So you'll be just fine." Your words, while sounding reassuring, annoyed him. He wasn't nervous! Pft. If anything, he was excited. He glared in your direction, but they softened at your teary eyes. Your lips were pulled into a loving smile and a sniffle soon followed.

"Mooooom." He whined in embarrassment, "Stop crying!!"

Jiraiya chuckled from the kitchen as he overheard you sputtering like a baby over the young boy. He peeked into the room to see you holding him in a tight hug, words of admiration and love flying from you like there was no tomorrow. Kakashi was growing more embarrassed as time went on, but he let you get it out of your system. If you did all of this now, in the privacy of your home, then you wouldn't do it in front of his classmates.

But he was very very wrong.

"Oh, my baby!!! I can't believe you're joining your first team!" Your cries had every parent and teacher looking your way. If Kakashi could disappear, he would. "Mom, please, you're embarrassing me," He grumbled as he tried to motion for Jiraiya to help him, but the man simply shook his head. There was no stopping you right now. Kakashi's eyes widened as he saw Minato walking towards them, "Mom. I beg of you-"

"Minato! How have you been?" Jiraiya called out as he met the man halfway with his hand outstretched. Minato smiled brightly at his old sensei before shaking his hand. "I've been good. You must be Kakashi!" Minato called out over your wailing. Finally, having enough of you coddling him, Kakashi broke free from your embrace. "Yes, sir! I apologize for my mother, sir-"

"Oh, that's quite alright. How are you Y/n?"

Kakashi's face fell as he looked between you two in confusion. "How do you know my mom?" You snorted at the question; he always forgot who you were. "Kakashi… Honey, I'm the Hokage's sister. Every shinobi knows who I am. I also did help Jiraiya a little with training Minato."

Kakashi's eyebrows furrowed at that last part, once more realizing that there were many things he didn't know about you. When he didn't say anything, you nodded at Minato, encouraging him to say hello properly. He nodded quickly before turning back to Minato, "I'm Kakashi Hatake, sir! It's very nice to meet you. I'm looking forward to the training I will receive under you!"

Minato smiled brightly at him before ruffling his hair, "You have your mother's excitement, that's for sure. Shall we meet the other two genin on our team? They're waiting by the door."

Kakashi nodded excitedly as he followed Minato back to the school. Jiraiya noticed some stray tears forming in your eyes and moved to stand beside you, pulling you into his side in a comforting way. Kakashi threw a wave back at you as they neared the entrance, and you waved back, trying your best to seem excited for him.

But you knew this was where it all began. Soon he'd go on missions. Easy missions at first. Then they'd morph into something more, something deadlier. With the neighboring nations still having conflict, you were worried a shinobi war would start while he was still this young.

"He'll be okay. He's a strong kid."

You had no idea why you had been so nervous for this day. It wasn't that you doubted him. You knew Kakashi was strong enough. Your throat grew dry as a memory surfaced, making you inhale sharply at the conversation. Jiraiya looked down at you expectantly, waiting for you to explain the sudden shift in attitude. "I just wish he'd fix that mindset of his. I'm afraid it's going to get someone killed." Jiraiya nodded solemnly at that, knowing immediately what you were talking about. He has experienced a couple of other arguments recently about this specific topic.

"I'll never be like him. A mission comes before a comrade."

"I try so hard to change him. To make him see that his father was a good shinobi who made a difficult choice. But I can't get to him-"

"Maybe he'll meet someone that will do that for you. He won't listen to you. But maybe he'll listen to a comrade, a friend." Jiraiya lifted his hand and rubbed his knuckle along your cheek, coaxing you out of your tunnel vision. "You're right… I just hope he learns before it's too late."

"The white fang of the leaf was a hero!"

Your head whipped around at the statement, eyes wide as you caught sight of Team Minato coming out of the training grounds. Kakashi's lunch shook in your fingers as you watched Kakashi fire back a rebuttal to the boy who claimed his father was a hero. A girl followed close behind, and you could tell she wanted to stay out of it.

Your face scrunched up as they continued arguing about Sakumo; only the young girl noticed you along the tree line, but didn't say anything as you slinked back into the trees. "Saving your comrades is heroic, Kakashi!" The boy stated angrily, causing Kakashi to halt in his place. His nose twitched under his mask, and you could tell he was going to cry. Instead of saying anything, he pushed past the young boy and stormed back towards the school.

Your eyebrows crinkled as you cocked your head at the Uchiha symbol on the young boy's back. Kakashi never talked about his teammates, but it seemed he had a reason for that. The young girl shot a look towards where you were standing, and you moved deeper into the forest.

"Does Kakashi know you follow him?"

You whirled around wide-eyed before sighing at Minato standing on the tree branch. "I wasn't…." you stated simply as you raised the lunch for him to see, "I was just bringing his food."

Minato let out a hum before dropping down, looking at you expectantly. He knew you had a question but you were hesitant to ask, so he answered it for you. "The boy is Obito Uchiha-"

"Does he know that Kakashi is Sakumo's son?"

Minato shook his head, "I haven't told him yet. I'm hoping Obito can break that mindset Kakashi has. It's going to kill someone if he's not careful. Speaking of which, I was going to ask you for a favor."

You stared at him suspiciously before nodding at him to continue. Kakashi's cold demeanor was something you had been working on for years. It would seem that his teachers had been trying to do the same. "Push Kakashi to get closer to those two. I have a good feeling that they will be the only ones to help break his mindset."

[asavt]

Another cookie squad Headcanons

Featuring Sparkling, Vampire, cellphones and the Espresso and Madeleine Story of how they came together. Consider it an AU now baby!

-As a note, when I say the squad I'm mostly referring to the adults, so no worries about Walnut or Creampuff useless I mention them too

-Each one of the squad has been in Sparkling's bar at last once. There's no need to say who has been there the most. Sparkling has a time every time someone besides Roguefort comes, because to him it's mostly like "Oh I'll finally know the continuation to the burnt toast accident or maybe the cat catastrophe? Maybe a new POV of the--"

He practically knows a lot of what happens in between the squad.

-As another note, Sparkling's bar is called Milabo (You know, like the song from Zutomayo of the same name, which, btw, I relate a lot to Latte)

-*A great part of this “AU” is kind of inspired by the song. Part of its lyrics and vibe.

-Vampire is there most of the time when the squad visits the bar (it's almost as if he never leaves the bar and this is definitely not me low-key putting sparkvamp in this oh no--) Sometimes the fakes his sleep to listen to the things others say (Which is how he knows most of Rogue's pan-ic).

-Walnut has been in Sparkling's bar too, but at day and for case-solving purposes only. Sparkling will give her some alcohol-free drink for free sometimes (mostly because he gets along pretty well with the nut family and because Almond usually pays him whatever he serves her).

-If the squad had cellphones (and probably an app like discord because.), their group chat would initially be called "Coffee mage appreciation group" and then be changed to "Coffee bean appreciation group"

Coffee Bean: Can we please change the group name and mine?

Guided by the Devine: No <3

Coffee Bean: Fuck you.

-*And they all would dedicate half their time to make fun of Almond but with love.

-Espresso has been mistaken for a dark mage before by Almond. It was how they meet actually. Almond had pulled him to interrogate him and got a long lecture on the differences between black magic and coffee magic.

-Madeleine gets along rather well with Roguefort. Rogue seems impressed by Maddie’s acting skills.

-Madeleine is currently living with Espresso. Out of his armor most of the time. He usually takes care of keeping the house clean and preparing meals (He never really had to cook before but the first dish he made wasn’t bad at all). Sometimes he will tag along Almond in the detective’s work, or Almond will ask for his help.

-I’m still unsure if I want the Almond/Roguefort/Latte to be romantic or platonic. But honestly? Both are good. Latte is pretty close to Almond and Roguefort but not in the way she is with Espresso (that makes them look like siblings jkashduawhu). Perhaps I’ll keep it platonic.

-The Espresseleine/Madespresso story of how they came together, because I seem to not be able to write it down JSHALDHUIWADWA-

--It happens after the Puppet Show mini quest. Madeleine starts to ask for Espresso's "assistance" in different mission that are given to him. Angel is there too, of course.

--During these missions is that Essy clarifies that no, they are not friends, no, he does not like Madeleine. Bringing up the knight begin too prideful and self-centered if not all then most of the time.

--Is not until one of their missions goes wrong, were Angel is knocked out and Espresso (seeing and knowing that if Madeleine is knocked down too they might not be able to go back to the kingdom ever) pretty much receives a rather big attack for Madeleine is that he kind realizes the facts given by espresso true. All while he is carrying Essy and Angel back to the kingdom, running and exhausted too.

--Clover begin kind of a mediator between the two (I want to see more of my son--)

--"Devine, protect us" Should happen too after this. An scenario like, Madeleine coming to think something like "I'm the shield, the one who goes on the front line and receives the blows for those who can't, always looking straight ahead... but if I am doing that then who watches my back? Who do I rely on and trust to take care of most enemies so the damage received is not overwhelming...?"

Power of team work baby!!!

--As a note to this, Maddie getting his cape damaged as well as his hair. So, you get short hair Maddie~

(I've been drawing him with short hair in secret now I have an excuse to show)

-- "You...cut your hair..." *Madeleine touches the points of it with one of his hands, pensive* "...pft it'll grow back!"

--There's also this "Search for your own light" thing between Angel and Maddie. Angel encouraging Madeleine to do so. Maybe Madeleine giving his best wishes to them for their wish to fly before they decide to part ways.

--Madeleine trying other ways to befriend Essy. Which at first Espresso mistaken as the knight usual attempts to befriend anyone he sees out of habit and attention seeking, but once they realize the feeling is completely genuine, Espresso is rather perplexed.

--"You can't just befriend people by buying them gifts (although I do appreciate them)" "Then what?" "hmm..."

--Said gifts used to be rather expensive things, simple though. Eventually Madeleine settles to just pass by Espresso's place, give him any food he had bought that day (which usually is glazed donuts), ask if he needs any help with something (getting a vase, materials, moving things), and if not then he just says his good byes, best wishes and silently leaves. (A note on the "silently leaves": Madeleine is pretty much used to speak loudly and enter loudly anywhere, he still does this at this point, but when it's about Espresso he is a bit more quiet, a bit showy over his entrances still, but less loud, and he actually knocks the door)

--Madeleine eventually manages to go out with Espresso to other places that aren't some place in the forest full of enemies. Probably after some more visits to his place and more calm talks between the two, Madeleine brings up that Espresso tends to act a bit cold or distant towards a lot of people, and that, although he understands his discomfort at begin in public spaces or too long out of his work, he should try and open up a bit. This reminds Essy of a certain friend he hasn't seen in some time, and from whom he keeps getting letters.

--Shenanigans.

--There's still some bickering between the two, always with a playful undertone though.

--Espresso explains Madeleine, one time the knight has gotten Espresso wrapped in a blanket burrito again and got him to bed, that sometimes, no matter how tired he might feel, he is simply unable to sleep. Part of a headcanon of mine that coffee magic has this side effect on it's users, prolonged usage of this kind of magic will induce a high caffeine kind of state, which on the long run can fuck up the user's sleep schedule. Madeleine understands this, but remains stubborn about keeping Espresso in the bed so at last he can get some rest from his work and clear his mind a little, the idiot falls asleep in the process and Espresso doesn't try to wake him up.

--This happens several times after, neither of them thinking of the implications of not begin bothered by the sudden closeness they share until it's too late.

--Espresso realizes first that he has slowly, yet nicely, fallen for Madeleine. I think I talked about this before but I'll do it again: Is in one of the times Madeleine has gotten Espresso to bed to get some rest, Espresso not begin able to fall asleep and Madeleine doing again. Is while he thinks of how he has gotten to know Madeleine for real, not the Knight Commander from a noble family or the Chosen by the Devine, but as he is, that he comes to think that "Ah.... I love him" and he remains calm about it.

--Espresso doesn't overthink it, just thinks that, if Madeleine ever got an interest in him, he would surely show it. So he waits. Even if in the end his feelings aren't mutual he knows he'll do just fine remaining friends.

--Madeleine realizes not many days after. And the realization hits him like a truck. Alone in his place and probably in bed looking at the ceiling thinking about Espresso. Once he realizes and thinks about it a bit more his face gets all red and chooses to scream in the pillow.

--He would think about telling Espresso as soon as he can, after all, he doesn't want his feelings to make their friendship weird. He values it, a lot. Maybe because his friendship with Espresso it's the first one where he genuinely wanted to become friends with someone.

--Espresso takes the confession calmly, gets all flustered after they kiss for the first time.

--As a few extras of this: Madeleine goes back to the Republic, asked to be seen by his family and Espresso goes to Parfedia, where a few students have applied to his class to his surprise. When they see each other again is at Parfedia (Madeleine sending a message to Espresso beforehand about his arrival) -there was this one drawing I did once of Maddie running to hug Espresso, something like that happens-. Madeleine gets very clingy for some reason, which they speak later and comes out as “Home doesn’t quite feel like home…” “Why is that?” “I don’t know… maybe I’ve become used to be around you”

--Espresso lets ends up letting Madeleine stay with him until he either feels like returning to the Republic or is called back, whatever happens first (though none will happen for maybe a year or a little more).

--Ends with Madeleine meeting Latte and Almond.

[shadlad24]

More Funny Little Moments #1: Season 1, Episodes 1-12

So, I decided to do this post after all. Halp. LOL Because I apparently LOVE giving myself a bunch of unnecessary work, I decided to choose two to three extra moments, per episode! SUPER halp! X’D Anyway, these are moments that didn’t make the cut for my FFLM series because: my sense of humor is a little weird, they were gonna be too much work (LOL/Siiigh), I like to highlight patterns, and I don’t like a lot of repetition. [Links to each FFLM along the bottom of the post. :)]

Let’s start with something I originally agreed with other fans on but have since changed my mind. A lot of people didn’t like this part of “Chariots of War” because it seems so ludicrous that Xena would forget her chakram anywhere. Well, let me tell you! This lady has left her weapons behind most episodes thus far. I didn’t note it every time here (and especially didn’t bother with her whip) because that’d really overrun the post buuuuut… You’ll see. XD

1.01 Sins of the Past

Xena’s shift being so much dirtier than the little boy’s clothes though she’s high up off the ground, and he lives in smoked-out rubble.

Yup. Xena forgot her sword (and later, her main saddlebag) at her mother’s tavern. Pft.

Sorry these were kinda lame, but I didn’t want to re-use any more of the original fifteen points I made about this episode... Ah well. Moving on! (heh)

1.02 Chariots of War

Xena loses her sword after the chariot crash, taking up and discarding Sphaerus’s but walking off without her own. (See her front and back and both of Argo’s sides.)

Gabrielle chewing Xena out, Xena being bummed about it, and Argo being surprised. X’D

1.03 Dreamworker

This got me good. Gabrielle does Xena’s war cry so well here that I really thought it was Xena for a few seconds. Realizing it was GabbyWabs only made me chuckle more because she apparently can’t do it when it really counts in “The Greater Good.”

Argo NOT being on Team Gabrielle. XD (Their feud is a little funny to me.)

1.04 Cradle of Hope

Xena tossing aside her sword after killing Nemos. Extras even dance and celebrate right on top of it! Wut thuh?

I decided to avoid mentioning Hope in the FFLM because Xena’s quote here is more ironic than comedic, and Gabrielle’s little face is just so sad, but I didn’t want to let it pass by entirely unremarked upon. At least GW gets to show off her oracle skills again? :’)

1.05 The Path Not Taken

So, Xena and Gabrielle walk into a bar… Heh. No, but really, they enter this tavern for the first time ever, yet the bartender not only knows what they want, he knows that they’re coming and has their drinks waiting for them too. All Xena has to do is knock on the counter and nod to get her fire-breath alcohol/oil, and Gabrielle barely has the word “cider” out of her mouth before the guy hands it to her. Xena, like me, is duly amazed.

Lucy, through Xena, making another timely anti-peanut statement. I just didn’t want to do the same thing twice back-to-back in the FFLM. X)

1.06 The Reckoning

Gabrielle thinking along the same lines Xena and I did about this poor excuse for a judge.

Me not being well-versed in ancient Greek heroes and picturing the fool who Draco killed so handily in the first episode. heh

1.07 The Titans

I’ll let Xena explain this one. …Mostly. I can’t believe Gabrielle not only sassed the Titans such that she unashamedly put Xena and Phyleus in danger too, but also kinda got this (admittedly awful) town demolished and didn’t lift a finger to actually help anyone in the temple. Tsk tsk. XP

So… Hyperion here can smash homes and businesses that were probably well-built and reinforced and all, but he can’t get his hand out of a stocks-cuff that was made in a single evening with scraps from those destroyed buildings. He also, inexplicably, has no use of his left hand or the power-breath that he used to knock Gabrielle over. Okie. XD

1.08 Prometheus

Is this really a thing? I was giggling quite a bit in disbelief that severed windpipes can heal. Like, perforated is one thing; completely bisected? Yeah, I don’t think so.

Gabrielle being incredulous upon learning that Xena has other friends, realizing what the warrior princess means, and then wondering if that could be her one day. 

   1.09 Death in Chains

Gabrielle enjoying watching Xena kill someone for the first time, then quickly realizing that fact. Whoops.

I found this moment really odd and then kind of hilarious. This poor dying old woman begs for water and goes ignored not only by the hospice workers, but also Talus and Gabrielle. Then Talus decides to be helpful. Gabrielle goes to the woman and lets her talk a lot (undoubtedly drying her mouth and throat even more), hears that Xena might be in danger, and then just… leaves. Talus goes with her, not having gotten water from the well after all. What a couple of jerks! XD

1.10 Hooves & Harlots

I really don’t know why Gabrielle kept making this face as Terreis died, but it tickled my funny bone too. So, I provided alternate subs to go with it. [Did you notice how she kind of cringes when Terreis tries to hold her hand and then just lets the Amazon flop once she’s died, flinging her hand aside like, “Ew, get it off me!”? What was that all about? X”) Hm… maybe she has an aversion to dying people, and that’s why she abandoned the old lady last episode?]

Gabrielle being a smart aleck, just like me, because Phantes’s complaint here is so ludicrous. But then you see the close-up of little hoofies in cuffs too, and, if you’re anything like me too, kinda just topple over laughing. The poor actual horse they did this to, though, man! What even?

Gosh, this episode was chockfull of hilarity, eh? Why did this happen? Gabby, take it away!

1.11 The Black Wolf

I laughed at this too. But now I wonder. Is Xerxes related to Caesar and/or connected to Rome or something? Because Xena does this twice around them too. In “When in Rome,” she jokes that the two guards lost playing tag with her, and in “A Good Day” she informs Pompey that if there were more guards hiding around their meeting space, then she would have had more helmets. heh Oh, Xenie. I think I know why Gabrielle’s turning out to be such a little punk ...or vice versa? Is Gabrielle actually a bit of a bad influence on Xena? XP

So, this fight just struck me as really odd. Xena passes her sword to Flora though she (Xena) needs to battle the big boss of the episode, and… actually, is totally right. The king throws a single wide-ass punch, waits while Xena kicks the guy behind her a few times, lets himself get kicked in the face a couple of times, and then comes at her with a little piece of chain, presumably from the restraints that were intended to keep Flora in place during her execution. Sir, you have a sword! A giant sword, right there on your hip! What are you doing? Then, when Xena kicks him a final time and sends him flying, his (supposed-to-be) metal armor is no match for the splintered wood of the axe she broke earlier. …Okie. XD XD XD   *gif below*

Xena once again leaves her chakram somewhere. …And I am now imagining this being part of Gabrielle’s maid duties: the poor kid has to go find Xena’s weapons each night and bring them back to her. I’m especially imaging the fluffball hilariously, adorably struggling to get the chakram out of things like this wall, as she did with Xena’s sword in the tree stump in “Dreamworker,” but more parallel to the floor. Cuuuute! XD

This plus this 

*pic + GIF below*:

1.12 Beware Greeks Bearing Gifts

This scene too really made me wonder, though amused as well. Why is Gabrielle so surprised that the only city nearby, that they were headed to, is the one they find? Is she really being that loud? Is Xena goofing around with the bootlaces question? Why startle Gabrielle and then yank her into enemy territory screaming, when what you want is quiet? What’s with the trapdoor-spider soldiers? Xena’s pose throwing the chakram. XD Gabrielle mostly featherlight dance-y moves through the battlefield. XD XD XD Why is it that when Xena tells Gabrielle to stick right behind her, Gabrielle disappears? And what was with the bucket-sitting soldier? Gabrielle is like, “Oh; no, thank you!” when she sees him and turns tail. Then Xena ...follows her. “We’re goin’ this way! Now we’re goin’ that way!” But they still end up dead-ahead from where they burst out of the bushes. XD That was ridiculous and nonsensical, and I’m very confused but had lots of fun. heheheh  *gif below* [ETA: Darn! The original file was too big, so I had to remake the GIF and cut quite a few things out. :( Sorry]

Xena’s outta-nowhere crusade to emasculate Deiphobus coming full-circle. What was that all about?

Welp, I hope you had as much fun as I originally and then later did. Not so much in the middle with the collage-and-GIF-making and editing and redoing, but; y’know. XD Wouldn’t trade it for …Hm… Nevermind. LOL

If you missed any of the FFLMs, then please click on the corresponding number-links below. :D

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[childoftermina]

90s stuff BEN/Ben probs still does/likes/says

{Like I have mentioned in my last post, Ben still uses the typical 90s slang..well, he's a 90s baby after all which is why it's not for from being more of a fact than a hc}

Ima just list things he might say/do and the meaning/reason behind that

Slang

-as if -> pointing out something unrealistic sarcastically

"I got all the heart containers in Majoras Mask already :D" "...as If! >:("

-sup -> short term of what's up, popular again

-aight -> short term of alright, also popular again

-Don't go there -> different way of saying it's enough, or don't you dare

-Fly -> kinda popular again, something pretty or cool or attractive

-hella -> technically another word for really ör very

"I was hella excited when I got my Nintendo64"

-Whatever -> when you disagree but don't wanna fight about it

Psyche -> actual form of SIKE -> means not

Salty -> describes someone who is mad/angry about something

Phat -> something really cool

Oh snap -> exlamation of disbelief or shock

"Oh Snap I forgot to cut the tag out my shirt"

Still does/has/ used to do

-as shown in the picture, he has a kurt cobain haircut :D (because he likes to stim on his hair)

-still feeds his Tamagotchi

-still blows on his DS cartridges and the cartridge sloth thingy?? before putting the cartridge in (pft I also do that..not a 90s kid though)

-owns a ton of colorful gel pens (gel pens were a huge thing in the 90s)

-loved these butterfly-hairclips!!

-definitely had a game boy

-would make these origami finger games with the TLoZ characters he knew at the time

-used the green L'oreal kids shampoo and if there was a matching bodywash, then that too

-probs hated the smell

-had furbies

-probably also collected slap-bracelets

-wanted to get his regular earlobes pierced when it was a thing but wasn't allowed

-since I hc him as partly german, he used to listen to "Die Ärzte" and sometimes does to this day (it is a german punk band, they still make music)

-grungy boy (grunge was a huge thing in the 90s, piercings were too, though)

{I am NOT a 90s baby nor a 90s kid.

I just tend to know a lot of things about certain things.

I still use some of the slang, so that was an easy one.

Had to research some words to make sure I am not spreading any false Information!

Again; headcannons are not facts.

Also; his mom probably was the one who cut his hair.

A SONG OF DIE ÄRZTE JUST STARTED PLAYING ON MY YT AUTOPLAY THINGY

Also would've posted more german stuff (with translation of course) but I didn't know if anyone would be interested so I just simply didn't}

[jokertrap-ran]

(未定事件簿) EVENT!「消失的黄金」 [Tears of Themis] EVENT: The Lost Gold Translations (Tutorials + Misc Part 3)

Includes Item Pick-up Scenarios with NXX…and Sang Ge!

*Tears of Themis Masterlist *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *The tracking tag for ALL Event Stories will go under: #Tears of an Event *Now the Event is done, dusted and shelved except for the Limited Event Cards...

Misc Part 1 | Misc Part 2 | Misc Part 3

⊳⊱Zuo Ran [Entrenchment Tool]⊰⊲

MC: This is...an Entrenchment Tool?

MC: It’s pretty handy to be having something like this if we’re going to be digging something up.

Zuo Ran: That’s right. Not only can it dig,

Zuo Ran: But it can also function as a pickaxe, pick, saw, and even a knife. It can even become a weapon if necessary.

MC: ...I hope we don’t end up having to use it as a weapon...

Zuo Ran: I do hope so, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

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⊳⊱Sang Ge [Antique Silver Cup]⊰⊲

MC: A Silver Cup?

Sang Ge: This is the ��Artifacts” of “Artifacts” ...

MC: Huh?

Sang Ge: Look at the pattern on its body! This is the mark of the law of the world!

Sang Ge: And most importantly, the letters on it!

MC: The letters look like… Ge*a*l?

Sang Ge: I’m guessing that this is the most powerful spell that the GM that controls this world’s law has in his books― “Get all”!

Sang Ge: It means to obtain everything in the world!

MC: (What amazing Eight-grade Syndrome this guy has...)

Sang Ge: Brilliant! I’m about to crack the laws of this world soon!

☆⋅⋆…⋅─────────── ⋆⋅✾⋅⋆ ───────────⋅…⋆⋅☆

⊳⊱Sang Ge [Mysterious Sheepskin Parchment]⊰⊲

MC: A Magic Circle? There's such a thing on this Island?

MC: Wait, why does this pattern look so familiar?

MC: And there's "Add ex" written below. What does that mean…?

Sang Ge: It's the law of the world! One of the GM's commanding magic!

Sang Ge: I've heard once before that the GM has a command that was something along the lines of "Add exp"! I'm sure this must be the mantra of the spell!

MC: The mantra…? Then, why's nothing happening even though we've recited it?

Sang Ge: According to the legend, you first have to find a place where you can utilize the spell.

Sang Ge: But the spell had appeared! So the legends must be true!

Sang Ge: I can change my fate so long as I find the place where the magic can be used! HAHAHAHA—

MC: …...

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⊳⊱Sang Ge: [Antique Dagger]⊰⊲

MC: What an intricate dagger!

MC: There's a piece of paper on its sheathe. "Level 999"? What does this mean?

Sang Ge: This must be an "Artifact"!

Sang Ge: According to the legends of the laws of the world, these characters are evidence that this is in fact, an artifact!

Sang Ge: Any artifact that has the word "Level" marked on it wields the power of this world's law! The higher the number, the stronger it's magical power!

MC: But...this dagger doesn't look very strong…

MC: And it doesn't look sharp at all…

Sang Ge: This...

Sang Ge: This might have been corrupted by a Bug!

MC: Bug?

Sang Ge: That's the name of the devil, a strange existence that can resist the powers of the laws of this world…

Sang Ge: Don't say it's name… If it discovers that you did… You'll definitely end up meeting misfortune!

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⊳⊱Mo Yi [Poseidon's Gold Coin]⊰⊲

MC: It's a Gold Coin...with a human figure on it.

Mo Yi: That should be the Poseidon, the God of the Sea.

Mo Yi: Legend has it that in the Great Nautical Era, Voyagers would prepare such Gold Coins before heading out to sea.

Mo Yi: They'd throw these Coins into the sea and kneel down to pray whenever they encountered storms.

Mo Yi: This way, Poseidon would protect the ship by getting it safely out of the storm zone.

MC: I see, so it's the same as the sacrifices and prayers done in religious ceremonies?

Mo Yi: It is.

Mo Yi: But don't they say that God has no wants, no desires and loves the world?

Mo Yi: If so, then why are sacrifices required to obtain protection from the Gods?

MC: Dr. Mo?

Mo Yi: It's nothing. I just think that this kind of contradiction is something very interesting to consider.

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⊳⊱Lu Jinghe [Shell Necklace]⊰⊲

MC: Wow! What a pretty Shell Necklace this is!

Lu Jinghe: Hm, passable.

Lu Jinghe: If you like it so much, then how about I make a couple of it for you later?

Lu Jinghe: I'll design it personally for you.

MC: No need. You're so busy, I'd hate for you to waste your time on something like this.

Lu Jinghe: How can this be a waste of time?

Lu Jinghe: Or, if I go deeper into what you just said, all art is a waste of time?

MC: Huh?

Lu Jinghe: Wilde once said that "All art is useless".

Lu Jinghe: "People's only excuse for creating something so useless is: his passionate love for it".

Lu Jinghe: So, wouldn't you say that it's justified to waste your time to do something you love?

Lu Jinghe: And there you have it. I'll help you design a necklace once this Incident is over, and then we can make it together.

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⊳⊱Zuo Ran [Dilapidated Pirate Flag]⊰⊲

MC: I don't know why but seeing a Pirate Flag reminds me of Captain Hook from Peter Pan for some reason.

MC: I even fantasized about flying to Neverland with Peter Pan back when I was still a kid. What about you, Lawyer Zuo?

Zuo Ran: I've never fantasized something like that.

Zuo Ran: Quoting my teacher, I don't have such fairy tale-like dreams.

MC: Do you not like stories of fantasies?

Zuo Ran: Of course not. I like Sci-fi Movies, for example.

Zuo Ran: There are some things that I just rarely fantasize about.

Zuo Ran: But now...

MC: Now?

Zuo Ran: Nothing. What I wanted to say was… Do you want to go watch a Movie with me after we get back?

MC: Sure! I look forward to it!

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⊳⊱Xia Yan [Charcoal-black Iron Pan]⊰⊲

MC: This…is this burnt thing...a pan?

MC: And the black thing inside...food?

Xia Yan: The handle's quite new. It should be a new pan.

Xia Yan: So, maybe...they burnt the pan on their first-time cooking?

MC: Pft-... Don't you think this absolutely charred way of cooking's a tad familiar?

Xia Yan: Hey, hey... don't mention my dark history...

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⊳⊱[Sang Ge's Letter]⊰⊲

I have found the law that governs this world— By which, I mean the full meaning of the GM's Command spell!

I can break through the wall of dimensions and change my destiny! I won't be an NPC any longer!

I    W I L L    B E    T H E    P R O T A G O N I S T ! 

-Sang Ge

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⊳≫Complete Event Story ≪⊲

[singeramg]

Midnight: Chapter 17

Pairing: Clark Kent-Superman/ Metahuman! Black! OFC

Rating: M

A/n: Hey everyone!!! Since I am on lock down and get to spend more time getting these ideas out my head you guys get another chapter! Let me know what you think!

Warnings: Language, Non-con sexual situations, angst. I tag more and it ruins the chapter but just an FYI this serves as your potential trigger warning.

Catch up HERE!

Midnight: Chapter 17

Only the sky saw Superman race across it to Bruce’s house. The team with the exception of Arthur who they hadn’t been able to get in touch with, had been working around the clock to try and find Gia.

  “Tell me what you’ve got?”

Clark’s voice held a tone of superiority that commanded respect even when he wasn’t going for that. Victor speaks up first.

  “I’ve been tracking the dark web chatter trying to find anything that would lead us to who took Gia or where she is. I haven’t had a hit on who took her, but there has been talk about a big Russian politician who doubles as a mob leader coming into town. He is supposed to be meeting with our very own Harvey Dent at a club downtown.”

  “That doesn’t bode well for anyone if he starts making allies.”

Bruce comments

 “What does that mean for Gia?” Barry asks 

  “I say if there is some meet up going down, then it could mean whoever took Gia is involved in this too. Harvey Dent could definitely pull this off, especially if he viewed her as a threat.”

Bruce answers and finds himself leaning against the control panel Victor was currently sitting at.

  “More than any of us?” Clark was still not sure but willing to hear them out.

 “Yes if her power was a direct threat to their plans then why not get her out the way?”

Diana offers and looks over the screen.

  “So what did we do?”

Barry asks, not having a plan himself.

 “I think we should go undercover. At least a couple of us.”

  “Who exactly?”

Clark asks skeptically

Diana smiles and Clark knows he is in trouble..

*Later*

Clark, Diana and Bruce all went undercover to the club where this meet up between Dent and the Boss was supposed to happen. Clark walked in separately from Bruce and Diana who made themselves look like the VIP’s they were and together, although they didn’t have to try very hard to appear that they were on some sort of date.

Clark however came in looking like a more....disheveled version of himself. He hadn’t been shaving all week and Diana did something with his hair that defined his curls but didn’t look as wild as they normally looked. She tossed a charcoal grey button and jeans at him. Left him with a “meet us at the club”.

So here he was in a loud club packed with people, he honestly could have listened to whatever conversation he wanted from outside, but he wanted to have a good look at this Dent character he would be knocking the lights out of later. He leaned against the bar, taking a sip of a drink he ordered, listening for signs of trouble, sitting it down on the bar top, honing in on Dent and the boss chatting it up about two tables down from Bruce and Diana.

  “Well what’s a hunk like you doing in here all alone?”

A petite olive toned girl that almost looks too young to be in the club, thrusts herself onto him bodily. Her breasts practically falling out of the top of her ill fitting red dress he perfume almost fascinatingly  thick, her heart is racing although it doesn’t show on her face. He gives her a nervous smile and politely pulls her manicured hand off his arm and chest. 

  “Sorry I am not alone... I was just waiting on my girlfriend...”

He puts up the drink and takes another sip, hopefully to imply to her that he is not interested. 

  “Are you sure you don’t want to be alone? I am alone tonight but I don’t want to leave that way.”

She flips her hair over her shoulder, and he backs away again, only now he begins to feel odd. His head begins to swirl, he clears his throat, takes another drink but it doesn't help.

  “I appreciate your obvious interest but I cannot join you. I..I’m just going to go.”

Clark pulls away and stumbles off to the bathroom, unawares to Diana and Bruce.

He stands at the sink as the last man exits the restroom. He throws water in his face, but his head begins to ring. He feels weaker by the second as he is holding on to the sick tightly but it doesn’t break under his hands which it should under normal circumstances. 

The lights in the bathroom flicker and shut off for a moment. When they come back on the blonde woman is standing behind him, jibbing his neck with a syringe and it’s lights out for Clark Kent...

*1 hours later*

  “I told you the plan would work!”

Clark was slowly coming to, but still felt weak. The voices he was hearing sounded familiar, but it couldn’t be.

  “See look he’s even waking up now. Goody!”

There was an excited clap and then an annoyed grunt.

  “Oh please Tanya don’t act like you aren’t excited. I mean wait until we tell the boss man we caught fucking Superman. He's going to lose his shit!”

  “When will he get here?”

The second voice is also familiar but not as much as the first. The first had kept him up many nights looking for it. Clark’s eyes pop open to find not only the dark haired girl from the club looking at him but his Gia as well. 

Only something was off about her. Her eyes held no warmth looking at him. Her smile is wide, but manic. It was if she had become unhinged in the week she had been missing. Clark quickly realizes he’s chained down. Heavy duty chains it seems because they won’t budge as he tugs so he can grab Gia and get out of wherever they were. To his confusion she only laughs.

  “Aww sweetheart you think we used chains YOU could get out of?”

She is wearing a version of her Midnight uniform but it’s not the same. The top is cut way lower and they are short-shorts at the bottom rather than the skin tight catsuit type with the gray detailing she always wore. This version had red in its place. She had foregone the mask and everything about her makeup was dramatic with red and black tinted shadow and bright red lips, her hair straightened. She saunters over to him slowly, also opting for heels rather than the flat boots she normally fought in. Her lips curl upward into another smile as she walks around him slowly. Her hands fold into his thick hair, playing with it.

  “Your mind is interesting Mr. Kent.”

She finishes her circle, stopping in front of him.

  “Gia what is going on? Let me out of here?”

  “Clark sweetheart, they said you were smart. Why would I let you out? I am not this Gia person you speak of, but I mean if she IS the chick you are fucking then maybe we can make an exception and I’ll be her.”

He was confused; she was speaking as if she had no clue who he was or who she even is. The Tanya girl looks at Gia with a smirk.

  “Should I call boss man?”

Gia looks as if she is concentrating really hard, then comes back to the moment in front of her.

  “He’s a bit busy. Still has... company...in his penthouse.”

She says ‘company’ in a tone that implies whoever their boss was, was engaging in sexual activity. Clark could care less, he had to get himself and more importantly Gia out of this mess. He looks her over again up and down, to his chagrin he does appreciate how she looks standing that close to him in something that short, her long legs on display, his mind flashes to those wrapped around him. Gia looks at him, they lock eyes and she raises an eyebrow at him in amusement.

  “I think I should be allowed to have a little fun. I’ve been cooped up here, you got to go out and get him. He said catch him, never said I couldn’t have a little fun with him while we wait.”

 “You think that’s a good idea?” The Tanya girl asks but she knows it’s not. 

  “Yes. Besides if you are so worried go stand watch for the boss and once he’s...done...let me know.”

Clark watches as Gia’s iris light up glowing green and Tanya’s eyes light up the same color to match. Tanya suddenly says as her eyes return back to normal and no indication that her eyes had been glowing.

 “Okay I’ll go stand watch.”

The girl leaves them alone, and Gia giggles that insane laugh again.

  “It’s going to be fun playing with that power. You won’t tell anyone I have it will you? You seem like the trust worthy type with all those goody two shoes and morals you are trying to spin on us humans.”

Clark pulls at his bonds again, but he knows it pointless.

 “Gia let me out of here. We can fight like normal people when our lives aren’t at risk.”

She only plops down on his lap, straddling him, he can feel her body weight as opposed to  normal where he only feels light pressure.

 “I should start off by introducing myself since you keep calling me the wrong name. I would tell you my real name, but you don’t need to know that. A good villain never gives it all away in the first round. Around these parts everyone calls me Synergy.”

Thoughts fly through his mind as it clicks that Gia truly has no clue who she is and that does not bode well for him. In fact his mind is still a bit swirly from however they got him here. She runs her finger down the side of his face tenderly.

 *-“How did they get him here?”*

   “Now you are asking the right questions. Although gosh you look just like a goddamn puppy when you are confused. It’s quite endearing. Makes me want to keep you Clark Kent of Smallville, A.K.A Superman of Krypton. Hey sweetheart... Did you know Kryptonite still works even in powdered form. I wondered why anyone would think Superman would be in a club, without glasses, and furthermore that nobody would figure it out, but one would guess that you would turn up trying to find Harvey Dents meeting, just like boss said he would. Pft like Dent is bright enough to manufacture this.”

He thinks and tries to remember how they were able to get the Kryptonite into him, he can’t pinpoint it.

 “A little dabble in Tanya’s perfume, a dose in that pesky little drink, chain links made with the power blended in... all bring us to this very moment. With me sitting on your lap, and you sitting here confused and rampant thoughts about my legs being wrapped around your waist.”

Clark was now nervous because how in the hell did she know he had thought that. She only smiles a coy smile and leans closer to him, her lips next to his ear.

  “I will chalk you being a little slow on the uptake to your Kryptonite exposure. If you haven’t guessed I have the ability to read minds and well as control them. I have been able to read you since you woke up. I’ll mark you down as nervous and horny. How about that?”

 “I wouldn’t go that far as to say horny.”

He tried to deflect, a collected smirk on his face. She only pulls herself closer to his chest, pushing them pelvis to pelvis. He can feel the heat of her center through the shorts she is wearing, and the body was still Gia’s even if the mind wasn’t. He feels terrible as he could feel himself start to harden against her. She hisses as she grinds against him, eyes closed, as he gets harder and harder. 

  “Oh really Superman, so what do you call being on hard between my legs on your home planet? Because here that means you want to fuck me. You know seeing as we will be unbothered for a while due to my little party trick. I say we get to know each other a little better, Superman.”

She runs her hands down his clothed chest, and avoids eye contact. Clark tries not to linger too hard on one thought for fear of compromising anyone else. He pulls on the chain again and Gia / Synergy just starts kissing his neck, trying very hard to will the quickly forming erection away. He couldn’t sleep with Gia. Now while she was like this it was immoral, unjust, and he knew that the true her didn’t want him this way. He didn’t really want her this way. If he were to be with Gia again he wanted her aware and the full understanding about what he was doing to her body, he wanted her mind fully on what they were sharing. This puppet couldn’t give him truly desired from her.

  “Awe now baby don’t be like that. I think we could be good together. The amount of Energy pouring from you. Even weakened is addictive. The sex would be amazing, and trust I know just what to do with this.”

She reaches down cupping him on the outside of his jeans. He groans as she peppers kisses on his jawline again, he can feel himself giving in as she moves her hands to the button on his jeans. He is dreading how her hand moved downwards all while simultaneously anticipating it. The moral war wages in his mind, as her breath fans across his neck and she reaches his cock.

She whispers in his ear again

  “Clark baby,  think about it … we could have it all. Be the two most powerful beings in the universe, it starts right here with nobody being the wiser, join me in the darkness.”

The lights flicker in the room and just as she grasps his length in her hand, gliding up and down, he almost short-circuits as pleasure begins to override all other thoughts but her last words ring some sort of bell in his head despite feeling he was about to say damn it all. Her words that sparked him to think

“...join me in the darkness.”

*Flashback*

Her heart rate was ticking up. The thin walls between her room and his made it impossible for him not to hear her. She had started moving around on her bed. He could smell the sweat that had formed on her skin. The whimpering began and that was his queue to get up from his bed.

He normally spent most of his time at Lois apartment, but with bringing Gia home, he had taken responsibility for her. He could just leave her on his mother's doorstep for her to take care of. Clark could have and his mother would have been okay with doting on her, but the truth was he liked being around Gia. When she was not having any episodes she actually has the most calming energy coming from her. Clark doubted that she even recognized that she did but he enjoyed that beyond all the hurt and healing she was a very cool, level headed person. He also knew she would be able to really take flight, fly on her own once she healed. However, he was still nervous that she wouldn’t be able to heal. Worried... worried that maybe she would lose control and he couldn’t get to her in time. She was more powerful than she realized and he feared that if he couldn’t help her, she would be the next villain he had to fight. The potential that she had in her power was phenomenal and he would much rather have her as an ally rather than an enemy. 

Beyond the obvious threat of her, he felt himself being drawn to her. He didn’t want to watch her suffer. This was one of the reasons he was getting up in the middle of the night to check on her. She was having a nightmare again.

He steps into her room slowly and quietly, as her head tosses to the side and her chest heaves in her tank top, she is no longer under the blanket, having tossed it to her knees. He doesn’t pull the sheets back up, afraid of her reaction if she felt constricted. Instead he sits next to her, saying her name and trying to wake her with light shaking. She gasps and bolts upright, and he barely has enough time to move his head out the away before she would have run into it. Gia looks around frantically, looking for an exit. She barely registers Clark sitting next to her.

   “Hey, hey, hey. It’s alright. You are okay, You are safe.”

She looks at him tears in her eyes and bright red energy swirling on her fingertips, and fear radiating off of her. As realization sets in that she is safe she lets her head fall onto his chest, and he wraps his arms around her. This had become the habit that had formed between the two of them. 

  “These have got to stop.” She whispers and tries to let the scent of him relax her, though she never admits that out loud.

  “Feel like sharing what this one was about?”

She huffs and pulls away from his arms. Her head falling back on the pillow she had been laying on. Clark makes himself more comfortable, sitting with his torso against the headboard in the space next to her.

 “It's just more of the same. The same bullshit I’ve been dreaming about since I got here.”

 “Have you tried the breathing techniques that the therapist recommended?”

 “Yes. I have tried it all. It’s no use, I am broken Clark.”

  “No, I don’t think you are broken. You are definitely out of sorts but not broken.”

 “If you saw the sick shit in my head you wouldn’t say that.”

 “I don’t need to see anything in your head to know that what I said is true Gia.”

She has turned so she is in a ball facing away from him. He can’t hear it in her voice but he can smell her tears. He brushes a hand down her arm, she shies away, he doesn’t admit out loud that it hurts his feelings slightly. It hurts him more to see how small she tries to make herself in the ball. He wanted to pull her into his lap, but  he doesn’t want to violate her space. He could only imagine how much that had happened before he got to her. 

  “I was relishing in their screams, watching as I tortured people. I was HAPPY that they were dying by my hands.”

Clark says nothing as she begins crying again,  her strained voice continues talking.

 “What if they’ve turned me down the wrong path? What if I am only delaying the inevitable and I am going to be dark and evil?”

 “To use your colorful language. That’s bullshit. You make the choice to be good or bad.”

 “That’s easy for you to say. Your moral compass is so straight, it’s a fence.”

 “Sometimes but I hate to bust your bubble, but I’ve got my demons too. Nobody, not even me is perfect. I have had those same dreams, lived with the fears that one day power consumes me and I become exactly what people feared I would be from the beginning and that is a threat to all humans.”

She finally turns to him, surprised that he would admit something like that out loud to her. 

 “How do you handle all of that? Knowing what you are capable of and still remain good?”

 “I remember what and who I am fighting for. I remember those that love me. What would it happen if I went dark? I let them be my guide, pull me out so to speak.”

She looks up at Clark who is staring down at her.

“That’s just it Clark, I don’t have that support system like you do. What if I do get dragged into the dark? What if I lose myself and become the big bad you have to end? ”

He sighs and he can still hear her crying, his head dropping back to the headboard with a small thunk. He didn’t like thinking about that. He opens his arms and lets her make the choice like he always did, she does as she always does  pulls herself upwards into the hug. Feeling evermore a small child, in a big world. He made the world smaller for her, even in her tears she now felt safe right in his arms. 

  “You’ve got to promise to put me down if I ever go there. Don’t let me become the monster they tried to make me.”

He just hugs her tighter and she tries to burrow down further into his chest, tears on his shirt.

  “Yes you do have support. I will do everything in my power to pull you out of the darkness. I won’t ever just leave you there.”

  “Scouts honor?”

She says jokingly but still sad. Clark just slightly tightens his arms and responds.

  “I promise you Gia, I will be your support system, I will always pull you out of the Darkness.”

*End Flashback*

Gia/Synergy is moving her hand up and down the length of him and Clark forced himself to focus. He starts letting moments and images fly by in his head of all the good moments they shared together. He starts with her rescue and how she felt in his arms. He can tell that she is reading his mind because her hands falter as do her lips on his jaw. He continues on, thinking of how they trained together, how he feels watching her, the joy she has at mastering a new part of her talent. He focuses on the love he has for her and pushes it to the forefront of his mind. By now she jumps up, off of his lap, holding the sides of her head.

  “Whatever you are doing Superman, knock it off!”

  “I don’t think I will.”

He felt bad that his love for her was causing her pain, but he needed her to understand that he wasn’t giving up on her. 

Gia /Synergy tosses herself into a wall, slamming harshly as her breathing turns ragged, she is in a panic because she doesn’t understand why she has all of these feelings and thoughts. Why did she have all of these memories with Superman? Her brain felt like it was being torn in two as repressed memories and feelings came up, clashing with the things she has been told. Was he lying to her? We’re these false memories?

 He couldn’t be lying because the counterpart to these memories were coming up for her in her mind.  

Fuck it hurts her. Her face feels wet but she can’t wipe them. Why was she crying? She feels paralyzed as memories of her mother and his mother and Lois run through her head. She felt all the hurt and pain again, just as fresh as if they had just happened. The battle rages in front of Clark and he knows he has to use the one thing that he didn’t want to but it was clear she was breaking down and all she needed to do was remember.

He thought about all of the memories he had with their son. Lingering on how she and Kalen bonded and her holding him in her arms. How he felt to see her hold their son, how he wanted their family back. 

  “Come on Gia, Kalen needs you back. I need you back.”

This triggers almost every moment good or bad she has had with Kalen since he was born. 

Clark worries as Gia sobs painfully, but then breathes a sigh of relief when her head finally pops back up with watery red eyes.

“Clark?!” 

A/N: What did y'all think? If its not obvious I included the tag because Clark, while he is clearly more than attracted to Gia here, for some this can be triggering because he is tied to a chair and if you squint because he was there against his will, her touching him is non-con...

I felt I owed a brief explanation so here you go. I hope nobody was too offended and if you were let me know privately, please don’t troll the story.

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[kinghoranshit]

Tell Me a Lie (NH) Ch 3

Word Count: 2,065

Warnings: Swearing

I snapped a pretzel in half and munched on it. I dipped the other half into the small jar of peanut butter and popped it into my mouth before I flipped the piece of paper to the other side. I was deep in editing mode for Stone Cold. 

I had talked to my manager about the upcoming events since there were red carpet dates already locked down for later that year, and she approved them, along with congratulations on the romance. But I was not able to get any definitive days off to truly work on Stone Cold, so I was still back to my weird schedule to get it finished on time. 

Out of bad habit, I clicked my power button on my phone and looked at the screen for anything to distract me for a short second. There was a message from Niall. 

N: Yoo, it’s go time . 

L: Really? What about publicity photos?

N: This is gonna work better . I’m gonna use one of our old selfies . 

L: Haha You mean from backstage in Chicago? That was like 6 months ago... 

N: It’s the only recent once we’ve got , Kelly . 

It’ll work 

L: I guess you’re right.

N: I am (: 

Be ready for it . 

Now, an Instagram notification came up and I already knew who it was from. I pulled down my notifications bar to see it and tapped it. I swear my heart stopped at the caption. 

@NiallOfficial: You know I don’t like lying to you all, but I’ve kept this a secret . For the sake of wanting our first few months to be only us . Well , those few months turned into a full year . I couldn’t be happier with this woman ! She makes me feel like I’m on cloud 9 . She even makes the golf losses better haha

He’d also tagged me. It was another requirement for social media; all posts had to be tagged. I was suddenly super nervous. This was actually it. There were so many new follows, likes, and comments on my account, and people were commenting congrats underneath Niall’s; though it wasn’t hard to miss a few of the mean wishes. 

K: So…. this is really it?

N: Yup . You got this , Kelly !   

K: There weren’t that many restrictions to the socials, surprisingly…

Do I have to follow people back? 

N: Haha no ! Follow who ya want 

K: Cool

A Twitter notification popped up on my top bar. I pulled it down to see Niall had tagged me in a photo there as well, and it was similarly worded to Instagram. At least it wasn’t a total copy and paste, that wasn’t necessarily Niall’s style. The Twitter notifications also started to flow in and I knew there had to be some way to filter them or this was going to be overwhelming.

K: Please tell me there’s a way to filter the notifications 

N: Absolutely , under your settings there should be a way to just get ones of people you follow 

If you get verified , I’ll help you with those 

K: Who said anything about me getting verified? 

N: Kelly , don’t act so cavalier love . It’ll happen eventually . 

I’ll walk you through it , I had Modest to help me and you’ve got me to help you

K: Duh duh DUHHHH

N: Okay , if you don’t want it I won ‘t give it to ya 

K: You know you will anyway

You loooove me 

N: Augh

You’re right 

***

I finally gathered the courage to thoroughly go through my Twitter notifications. I figured that the most recent ones may not be necessarily nice since I had been MIA for a few days after Niall’s initial post. But could they really blame me? I didn’t think so. 

My Twitter followers went from literally 450 to 38K. Just cause I was Niall’s “girlfriend”? That’s just… I couldn’t lie, I never followed the boys’ girlfriends or PR girlfriends, whatever they were to them. I didn’t have much to say to this. 

I decided to make a tweet first before doing anything else. 

@kellygarden: Sorry I’ve been MIA y’all. About to get interactive though! How about a Q&A? Hashtag #AskKelly :) 

I used the time of people asking questions to go through some of those following me and follow a few. And when I say a few, I mean a few. I might do a follow spree at some point and do a hundred or a couple hundred people. 

I about shit my pants seeing some of those who were following me that I was already following. Like Tom Holland, all the 5SOS boys, the other lads from One Direction, and Selena Gomez. Holy shit. What? Why? I was having a hard time believing this, but I couldn’t stop a smile from crossing my lips. So unreal. 

I searched my hashtag now and looked at some of the questions, replying to some. 

@Fuckmeniall: @KellyGarden Was it love at first sight? #AskKelly

@KellyGarden: @Fuckmeniall First off, love your @ . It was more like love at first coffee - we met at a cafe in London :)

@DamagedQueen: @KellyGarden Hw old r u? Wt do u do? #AskKely PS luv ur layout<3

@KellyGarden: Aww thanks so much! I’m 24 and a novel editor for a publishing house in London. 

@Jocylnbitch: @KellyGarden I don’t really like you, but I have a question about Niall. What’s he like in bed? #AskKelly

@KellyGarden: @Jocylnbitch: Glad to hear your opinion about me. And I don’t think that’s any of your business. 

@Rylanroll: @KellyGarden R u a virgin? #AskKelly

@KellyGarden: @Rylanroll Are you old enough to be asking this question? But no, I’m not.

@Hannable: @KellyGarden If you could clone yourself, would you? Why? #AskKelly

@KellyGarden: @Hannable I would. As selfish as this is, I’d have my clone to do my work so I could go see the world and be with Nialler.

@Uplousass: @KellyGarden Have you met the other boys yet? Freddie? #AskKelly

@KellyGarden: @Uplousass Props for the @, I’m dying! *laugh crying face emoji* I haven’t... and I’m not going to force any of them to meet me if they choose not to. 

@NiallOfficial: @KellyGarden How far are you up my ass? #AskKelly

@KellyGarden: @NiallOfficial I would be Hella far up if you weren’t so far up mine already :P

@Michael5SOS: @KellyGarden CAN I MEET YOU?! ASDLFKAS #AskKelly

@KellyGarden: @Michael5SOS DLKASLGA YEAH IF YA WANT 

@lukecummings: @KellyGarden Have you ever written fanfiction? #AskKelly

@KellyGarden: @lukecummings I have, but they’re cringy af. I’m not kidding on that. They will never resurface the web. 

@Astheticnolan: @KellyGarden What are you favorite smells on earth? #AskKelly

@KellyGarden: @Astheticnolan COFFEE, books, rain, You&I perfume, flowers, Niall’s cologne

@Haywire: @KellyGarden What’s your music taste? #AskKelly

@KellyGarden: @Haywire My music library is on crack. I could be listening to 1D, then it could go to Skillet, Ed, Counting Crows, M83, etc. It’s a wide range, except no Country.

@Luke5SOS: @KellyGarden Is that lame band 5SOS not in your music library? :(

@KellyGarden: @Luke5SOS Pft yes, yes they are in my music library. It’s full of lame bands lmfao

@Daylight5SOS: @KellyGarden Have you talked with the other boys? #AskKelly

@KellyGarden: @Daylight5SOS Yeah, Louis. 

@Louis_Tomlinson: @KellyGarden Do look forward to officially meeting you. Freddie son says hi.

@KellyGarden: @Louis_Tomlinson I look forward to it as well. Stay safe you two x.

@Penofhope: @KellyGarden Favorite genre to write? #AskKelly

@KellyGarden: @Penofhope Fiction. YA. Mainly Fantasy and Sci-fi. 

@Clotheswhore: @KellyGarden What's your aesthetic? #AskKelly

@KellyGarden: @Clotheswhore By your @ I’m going to assume you mean my clothes aesthetic? I’d say it’s a little bit of everything - I can’t stick to one thing lol

@Niallsride: @KellyGarden Do you drive? #AskKelly

@KellyGarden: @Niallsride I do. Both car and motorcycle/bikes.

@Monaymaker: @KellyGarden Do you drink? #AskKelly

@KellyGarden: @Monaymaker I do socially.

@Harry_Styles: @KellyGarden I look forward to meeting you. Niall is a lucky guy. All the love. H. #AskKelly

@KellyGarden: @Harry_Styles Thank you so much, H! Soon I hope x.

@Horanyass: @KellyGarden How many kids do you want? Gender ? Would you like to have them with Niall? #AskKelly

@KellyGarden: @Horanyass 2 or 3, any gender, and if I happen to have my kids with Niall then I’d be happy about it :)

@Styleskid: @Kellyiebabes Fave bromances of 1D and 5SOS? #AskKelly

@KellyGarden: @Styleskid All the ones with Luke and Niall, Cashton, and Lilo. 

@5Saucelove: @KellyGarden Pancakes or waffles? #AskKelly

@KellyGarden: @5Saucelove Waffles all the way! X.

@Horanhasmyheart: @KellyGarden Have you heard any songs off Niall’s upcoming album? #AskKelly

@KellyGarden: @Horanhasmyheart Nope, he’s super secretive about it. I’m gonna be just as shook as all of you! Looking forward to it! 

I looked at all the ones I answered, smiling a bit at a few of them. I didn’t realize how many I answered or how much time had passed. I had to be on a work call soon, which could go until midnight because of the time difference. 

@KellyGarden: Gotta get back to work. Thank you all for the questions! I’ll be doing another one of these soon, yeah?

I didn’t wait for any of the replies before I locked my phone and set my laptop up for Zoom. 

***

I huffed, observing the cherry patterned and floral dresses in my hands, and the pile of other choices I thought about taking to LA. I was so indecisive right now. How many outfits did I really need? Five days worth, but on top of some clothes for clubbing possibly, and pjs. But if I packed something I didn’t want to wear, I didn’t really want to wear the same thing. Why was I like this?

I huffed once again and flopped down onto the mass. I leave tomorrow and need to get this sorted out. After another half hour of stalling, I willed myself to get back up and actually pack. I decided on six solid outfits, on top of one clubbing fit and pjs. It seemed like the safest route.

N: Get in loser , we’re going to see Paps 

K: Hah hah like oh my god they don’t even go here 

I finally just packed. How’s LA? 

N: Kelly, you’re such a procrastinator 

LA is ready for you 

K: But I don’t know if I’m ready for LA 

N: Ooo so cliche , you’re both ready. 

See you tomorrow x

K: See you tomorrow xo

***

As much as I’d love to say I could handle getting myself to my flight on my own, I couldn’t. I hadn’t flown in a few years and that had been with a group of others. I was flying by myself now, and I have to do all the checking in and such as well. 

I took a deep breath as I approached the security check line. I set my purse and backpack in one bin and my duffel in another before setting them on the metal rods that would take it through a detecting machine. I waited for the woman to wave me through the detecting machine, and I went through fine. I mean, I didn’t have anything that would set it off. 

Once my stuff came through the other end of the metal rods line, I grabbed it and put the bins in the pile that was started. When I started walking away to find my gate, I realized I was stupid to be so nervous about going through the line. 

Finding my gate wasn’t hard. It helped that the Cedar Rapids Airport was small. There’s like eight gates. I settled myself in a seat to wait until boarding was called. I took my phone out and busied myself with Instagram and Tumblr; I just scrolled through my feed, liking and reblogging stuff. 

“Gate B is now boarding. If you are first class, you have a separate line. If you are G1 for the coach cabin, you can now board.”

That was me. 

I took another deep breath, grabbing my three bags, and I walked over to the woman. She took my ticket, ripping off the part she needed, and then handed it back to me. “Enjoy your flight.”

“Thanks,” I replied. 

I walked through the terminal and onto the fairly small plane. It was more of a jet. I found my seat and settled everything. I followed the directions given by the fly attendant as I waited for the plane to actually take off, and finally, we moved to be on the runway and ascended into the air. 

Next: Ch 4

[Masterlist]

[fanficimagery]

Imagine going to a new school, making new friends, and becoming good friends with possibly the cutest boy you've ever laid eyes on all because your niece gets attached to him. It's just your luck the cute boy also happens to be a vampire.

Stefan X Reader

Ever since you were little, starting a new school year always made you nervous. Even in high school it's never changed, but it's worse now because not only are you starting a new school but you're starting a new school in the middle of the school year. Everyone has their schedules and the path to take for each class memorized, as well as their locker combinations. You're the only one who's continuously looking at a schedule and map, and looking like a lost puppy as you try to find your way.

Thankfully the day seems to be flying by and before you know it, it's your lunch hour. So grabbing a tray, you follow some other students who take their food outside and quickly settle down at an empty picnic table. And before you dig in, you prop your phone up on it's side with the handy little kick-stand built into the phone case and face time your niece as promised.

When the call is answered, you can't help but laugh when you see that your niece has her own makeshift tray of food in front of her. "Wook, Y/N! I eat lunch too."

"I can see that," you muse, opening your drink and taking a sip. "Have you been good for grandpa today?"

"Yep. Papo sweep all day and daddy bought me nuggets!"

"Lucky. All I got to eat is this yucky burger." You hold the burger in question and grin as your niece giggles uncontrollably for longer than necessary.

She takes a minute to actually eat her food and you do the same, you watching her through the tiny screen of your phone as she then remembers that she wanted to show you something. As she scrambles off her seat, she takes the phone with her and you're stuck watching as the tiny four year old shows you page after page of her new coloring book that she's scribbled on.

"Excuse me." Someone taps on your shoulder. "But do you mind if I sit at the other end of this table?"

Glancing up and over your shoulder, you see one of the most prettiest boys you've seen so far at Mystic Falls High. Short, dark brown hair is perfectly tousled, the guy's jawline is to die for, and his pretty green eyes sparkle with mirth the longer you stare. Your niece shrieks your name, you startle and glance at your phone to shush her, and then turn back to the guy who's still waiting for an answer. "Shit. Sorry. The table end is all yours."

He chuckles. "Thanks. I'm Stefan, by the way.

"Y/N," you mumble, more than a little embarrassed.

"And I'm Kaywie!"

Your lips twitch as you glance once more at your phone, narrowing your eyes on your niece who's face is practically pressed to your sister's phone as she gets a good look at you and Stefan who's still standing behind you. He waves and your nieces beams. "For some reason her L's get turned into W's. Her name is actually Kaylie," you say, feeling the need to explain.

"Well hello, Kaylie. It's nice to meet you." Stefan waves again and your heart melts a little at his actions.

He moves to take his seat and you turn your attention back on your niece, lowering the volume now that there's someone else at the table with you. As Stefan digs into his own lunch and gets distracted by his own phone, you start eating once more and oohing and awwing at the various dolls she starts to name.

"Okay, KG, it's almost time for me to go back to class so we're going to have to hang up now."

"Nooo," she whines. "Y/N, I wanna tawk to you."

"I know you do, tiny terror, but I really have to go. I'll see you after school. Okay? You can come with grandpa when he picks me up."

It takes a moment, but she finally relents. "Okay.. but I wanna see Stefan again."

"W-What?" You stammer. Glancing at the boy in question, you see him collecting his trash before staring at you in amusement. Then glancing at your phone, you say, "What do you mean you wanna see Stefan? How'd you even remember he was here?"

"To tell him goodbye, siwwy."

"Jesus Christ. This kid has a better memory than I do sometimes." Stefan snorts and you look at him with a guilty expression. "Do you mind? If I don't show you to her, she'll cry."

"No. It's totally fine. She's adorable."

"Pft. You say that now," you mumble. Sliding your phone over to Stefan, you quickly collect your own trash as he gives his own goodbye. Then when you have your phone in hand, you blow her a kiss. "See you later, KG. I really have to go now."

"'Kay, Y/N. Wove you!"

"Love you, too. Bye."

As soon as you hang up, you look to Stefan. "I am so sorry! She just likes talking to new people, especially if she thinks they're my friend and-"

"It's no problem. Really," Stefan smiles. "I've never had a little kid interested in me. It's very good for one's ego." You snort, but feel like a weight's been lifted off your shoulders when you realize you hadn't been a bother. "Sooo.. that was your niece?"

Seeing as everyone is finally gathering their trays to dump, you do the same and keep pace with Stefan when you see he’s waiting for you. "Yeah. My sister and dad babysit her while my brother and his wife work. She was there this morning when I was leaving for school and was very upset when she couldn't come with me. Telling her I'd facetime her during my lunch hour was the only way to get her to stop crying."

"You two must be close."

You shrug. "I'm the aunt with all the cool gadgets and games. Of course I'm her favorite." As you near the trash cans, the both of you dump your trays before leaving them aside on the designated table. Then as you head for the exit, you flash him a feeble smile. "Well.. thank you," you chuckle nervously. "This was a first for me- meeting a stranger for the first time and making him converse with my niece."

Stefan grins. "It was an amusing lunch hour I'll give you that."

"Well I better get to class," you say, gesturing to the opposite direction he seemed to be inching towards. "See you around, Stefan."

The rest of the day passes in a blur and you're surprised to find Stefan in your last class. With him are two females- a brunette and a blonde- and the brunette doesn't seem too impressed when Stefan warmly greets you before introducing you to them. The blonde- Caroline- eagerly commented on your shoes whereas the brunette- Elena- smiled tightly before dragging her friend's attention back on her. Sighing, you take a seat as far from them as possible and grin at Stefan when he smiles apologetically.

Your first two weeks at Mystic Falls High is a fairly easy transition and it's only made easier thanks to Stefan. He introduces you to his other friends, Matt and Bonnie, and they help you memorize where your classes are located. They even join you every other day for lunch and Bonnie just so happens to be there one of the day's Kaylie facetimes you. When she happily greets you and Stefan, Bonnie doesn't stop cooing for the rest of the day after meeting your niece for herself over the phone. Yet another stranger immediately fell for your niece's adorableness.

Then one evening when your brother and his wife go to an out-of-town concert, your niece stays behind and wants to tag along when she hears you talking about getting food. She wants food too and being helpless to her adorableness you take her with you when you decide to check out Mystic Grill.

You sit in a booth and are grateful when Matt walks over with a booster seat for Kaylie, and then quickly place an order for the cheeseburger special and a plate of chicken fingers for your niece. As you're waiting for your food, you see and hear your niece get excited over something she sees. Following her gaze, you can't help but smile when you see a couple familiar faces beaming back.

Stefan and Bonnie soon make their way to your table, and you gesture for them to sit across from you. "Hey, guys. What are you up to?"

"Hi, Stef'n. Bonnie." Kaylie excitedly greets.

"Hey, KG. You're looking mighty precious today." Bonnie reaches across the table and tugs on your niece's pigtail. "You being good?"

"Yeah. Y/N got me chick'n."

"That's awesome! You have got yourself one cool aunt there."

Kaylie giggles and you roll your eyes, meeting Stefan's amused gaze. "We're waiting on Caroline, Elena, and my brother," he says.

"Ahh," you muse. "Does Elena still hate me?"

"She doesn't.. hate you," Bonnie then says, cringing.

"She does," you chuckle. "I mean I get it. Sort of. Not really," you settle on saying. "But it is what it is. I can't force someone to like me."

"She'll get over it," Stefan assures you. "How can she not? You're a pretty fun person."

You scoff. "Please. You were practically forced to be my friend because KG saw you and it was love at first sight for her."

Bonnie snorts and Stefan only smiles wide in response before he glances at Kaylie who's now too busy scribbling on a child's menu with Bonnie. Your food is then brought to the table and you mouth 'thank you' at Bonnie who takes it upon herself to cut up Kaylie's chicken for her. They decline ordering food since they're waiting for the others, and then the others in question are showing up and Kaylie screeches.

"Carowine! Weena!"

The dark haired, blue eyed guy with them smirks. "Weena?"

"She can't say Elena," Elena grins, winking at your niece. "She has trouble with her L's."

And though Elena isn't your biggest fan, you're grateful that her dislike for you didn't rub off on Kaylie. Just like everyone else, Elena was as fond of the four year old as your other friends were.

"Hi. Name's Damon. Stefanie's older, much sexier brother."

At his smirk, your nose wrinkles and you take the biggest bite of your burger you can. With a mouth full of food, you mumble, "Charming." Then looking at Caroline, you nod and swallow your bite. "Hey, Caroline. Good night?"

"Eh." She shrugs. "Could have gone better. I'd much have rather been here than with Damon."

"Y/N." Kaylie tugs you shirt sleeve.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"He's pretty."

You glance at Damon and roll your eyes as he preens under your niece's pointed gesture, and everyone around the table groans. "KG, no," Bonnie complains. "Boys like Damon are the ones you need to stay away from, not call them pretty."

"Girl, we have a lot to teach you," Caroline then says. Damon’s expression turns to one of being offended, but his little grin clues you in to that fact that he's really not.

"Well this has been fun, but I'm pretty sure we're still years away until we have to warn Kaylie about boys. Right, KG?" Your niece hums and then shoves a fry into her mouth and you smother a smile as you look back to your friends. "And I'm sure you guys all want to order your own food and chat, sooo.."

"Right. Yeah," Bonnie says, already pushing Stefan out of the booth. "We'll see you tomorrow at school."

"Uh huh. Bye, guys."

"Bye!" Kaylie then says.

Life in Mystic Falls is going great, so of course things take a turn for the worse just when you're at your happiest.

You're picking up dinner for the family when it happens. Arms full of takeout bags and making your way towards your car, the world around you suddenly blurs for a moment as a sudden grip on the back of your neck yanks you to the side. You end up being slammed against the wall in what appears to be an alley and then some maniac is hissing and sinking his teeth into the side of your neck.

Screaming, you struggle to get the stranger off and give a cry of relief when his weight suddenly disappears from you. Clamping your hand over the side of your neck, you manage to get your bearings just in time to see Stefan pinning the stranger to the opposite wall with one hand.. several feet off the ground. Stefan then slams a piece of sharpened wood into the man's chest and you yelp when Stefan drops him without a single care.

"S-Stefan? What did you just do?" You breathe in shocked awe.

Stefan's shoulders hunch and he keeps his face pointed away. "You're bleeding. You need to go."

Your hand comes away from your neck and you gag at the blood coating it. Covering the wound back up, you stumble forward. "What? I-"

"Now, Y/N! Go now."

"I don't understand," you sniffle. "He just- and you just-"

"Please just go," he murmurs. "The smell-"

"The smell? What smell? Stefan, what's going on?" Stopping just to the side of him, you notice how he keeps his face pointed away. Confused, you reach in and gently grasp his chin to turn him towards you. He resists for a moment before relenting, and you gasp at what you see. The whites of his eyes are dark red and dark veins pulse beneath his eyes. "What are you?" He cringes and steps out of your grasp, and you shake your head clear as you step back. "No. Don't answer that. I don't- I don't wanna know."

"Y/N-"

"No, Stefan, it's fine. I mean it's not, but whatever," you mumble. "I'm just- I'm gonna go home and probably have a good cry in the shower, and I won't- I won't say anything so you don't have to worry."

"Y/N-"

"What, Stefan?" Whirling around, you keep your gaze averted and bite the inside of your cheek to keep from crying. "I just wanna go home."

"..I'm sorry."

A glass bottle rolls somewhere in the alley and the space where Stefan was standing is now empty, as well as the body he had dropped. Tears quickly gather once more in your eyes and you hastily wipe them away with the backs of your hands before rushing out of the alley and towards your car once you realize you had only been on the side of Mystic Grill. The bags of food you had are still lying by your car, so you quickly salvage what you can before climbing into your car and leaving.

And then once you get home, there's a small sink area in the garage that you quickly clean up at and put your hair down to hide the wound on your neck before going inside. Seeing how crumpled the bags look and realizing some of the food is missing, you sheepishly make up a lie about tripping over the bumper blocks in the parking lot and losing some of the food. Your dad waves it off and orders in a couple of pizzas, and you quietly eat your fill before disappearing upstairs.

Then once in the safety of your shower with some music playing at a decent level, you step into the cubicle with the water as hot as you can take it. It stings against the bite wound on your neck, but you manage to wash off and rinse out the wound. You stay under the hot spray as your mind works a mile a minute to figure out just what the hell happened earlier tonight.

The biting, the blood, the wooden stake.. the pieces seem to fit one specific puzzle, but it's something that leaves you reeling. What you're thinking shouldn't be real! But then Stefan showed some impressive strength, his eyes were totally weird, and the smell of your blood unsettled him. Not to mention he was impossibly fast.

Your back hits the warm tile wall and slide down until you're hugging your bent knees to your chest. "For fuck's sake," you mumble. "He totally Edward Cullen'd me."

Having skipped the following day of school to physically and mentally take care of yourself, you're not surprised when you're ambushed by your friends. You are surprised to know that Stefan told them everything and that they'd known about his secret, and even more surprised when they offer to tell you everything. For once Elena doesn't seem cold with you and even asks how you're holding up, so you answer as politely and honestly as you can.

"I'm good. I'm still kind of reeling over the fact that Stefan Cullen'd me, but that's his secret or whatever. I really don't want to know any more than I already do."

"But we want to tell you. I need to tell you," Caroline says and then proceeds to tell her story and how she'd become a vampire herself. Elena too.

Everyone has been through so much and you're not at all offended to learn that the reason Elena didn't take to you right away was because she didn't trust someone as nice as you came off, and that you'd been close to Stefan from the immediate start. Bonnie and Caroline teased her for a bit over that since she was seeing Stefan's brother Damon, and then you were sent reeling once again when Bonnie admitted to being a witch.

"Holy shit. Did you guys have to dump all this information on me at school? We really should have skipped for this."

"We'll take off after lunch," Caroline says, shrugging. "Stefan's moping at the Boarding House and we need you to get him out of his funk."

"Sure. Why not?" You muse.

Getting Stefan to come around is far easier than anyone anticipated, especially after you picked up your niece from your sister. He had seemed shocked when you all trooped into his room and then gobsmacked when you settled Kaylie onto his bed next to him.

"Suck it up, buttercup. The girls gave me the 411. We're all good." Kaylie seemed over the moon with the location change and started talking nonsense to Stefan as everyone settled down, and you smiled in a reassuring manner at him. "Seriously, Salvatore. It's fine."

"But I'm a monster. And you have a four year old crawling all over me."

"If you were a monster, you wouldn't have saved me," you told him. "If you were a monster, you would have sunk your teeth into my neck when the scent of my blood hit your nose. But you didn't."

"I could have."

"I know. But like I said, you didn't. That makes all the difference."

The entire time in Stefan's bedroom was rather intense, but he was eventually wore down. He ended up going back to school and lowering his guard around you, and the entire student population seemed relieved that you and Stefan weren't on the outs anymore. Apparently everyone had thought Stefan had bagged the new girl and had somehow managed to mess it all up, something which your group of friends found hilarious since you and Stefan were oblivious to the fact that there were some serious vibes between the two of you.

Damon had then entered the room and deemed you as his new favorite person when you wrinkled your nose and sighed, "I'm totally Bella Swan. Fuck my life."

Sitting on the porch steps in front of your home, you're scrolling through social media when you hear footsteps approaching. Glancing up, you smile as you see Stefan come to a stop, his hands tucked into the front pockets of his jeans.

"There you are. It feels like I haven't seen you in forever."

"Well you did say you didn't want to be involved in any of our vampire shenanigans."

"Can you blame me?" You laugh, scooting over and patting the spot next to you. "I got a niece who's attached to my hip most days and as much as I like you guys, I rather not be in the same place as the villain of the month when I got KG with me. I might not be involved, but Bonnie's constantly keeping me updated so I know where not to be."

"Speaking of KG," he muses, sitting down next to you. "Damon sends his apologies."

Laughing, you shrug. "Caroline told me about that. They staked a vampire right before my sister-in-law rounded the corner. He told her his friend was blacked out drunk and my in-law thought he was a creep until KG called him and Caroline by name."

"Damon was actually afraid he traumatized KG, so there's a new tablet and a few educational games at our house for her."

"Oh no. He doesn't have to do that."

"Let him. Please," Stefan huffs. "It's been a long while since my brother was genuinely fond of someone that he wasn't sleeping with."

Your soft laughter turns into full belly laughs and Stefan watches as you lay back on the porch, you then draping one arm over your face. "What even is my life? Not only am I friends with vampires and a witch, but said vampires and witch are totally wrapped around a four year old's finger. I should have freaked out more than I did."

"Admit it. It was my boyish good looks that kept you around."

Snorting, you remove your arm from over your face and meet Stefan's amused gaze. Instead of denying it, you shrug. "I thought you were hot before I found out about the fangs. And if I'm being completely honest, I've got a personal kink for pointy teeth. It wasn't that hard of a decision after I figured out how to bandage my neck."

Stefan laughs and reaches for your hand, he then pulling you up with him as he stands. "I blame your Twilight phase."

You gasp. "It was not a phase." Then standing side by side, you try to prevent the oncoming blush as Stefan doesn't release your hand. Instead he slowly fits his fingers between yours. Your eyes narrow as his grin broadens into a smirk. "I just.. read the books."

"And watched the movies?"

"You know I did. You saw the evidence in our DVD collection."

Stefan laughs, squeezing your hand gently. "Come on. Lets go find that niece of yours and take her out to eat before surprising Damon with her."

"You know you being all sorts of adorable and doting on KG only makes me that much more attracted to you, right?"

"Caroline might have mentioned something about ovaries exploding whenever KG starts climbing all over me."

"Well," you drawl. "She's not wrong." Chuckling, you start down the steps and drag Stefan with you. "Now lets go. I'm kind of hungry myself."

Tag list: @ravenmoore14

[minaa-munch]

If someone were to ask the newly appointed Yondaime whether he believed in ghosts, they would be subjected to an incredulous look; complete with a raised blond brow and owlish blue hues. After a brief moment of scrutiny, said question would be waved aside with a humorous chuckle, before the conversation would inevitably be steered towards matters involving government and the appalling mess that was the archive cabinet in the Jōnin headquarters.

For you see, Namikaze Minato didn’t believe in ghosts. ‘Spirits’ to a degree, could be considered manifestations of wayward chakra signatures that had yet to fade from their plane of existence. Nothing more.

Ghosts though? Pft. 

That was the only logical explanation, wasn’t it?

A frost-laden gale blew from the stormy white peaks up yonder; echoing a ghostly howl and laden with enough snow to swallow the little sunlight that had managed to flicker through the rolling fog. It was dreary, if one could describe it in a word, yet also paradoxically calm; not a soul in sight, none dumb enough - touched in the head enough - to take their chances against nature’s silent rage.

And then there was him of course; an insolent blotch of blue and gray against a backdrop of sweeping white. Blue hues chanced a peek at the charcoal-smudged skyline before disappearing under his flimsy hood - he could barely see past the blizzard, let alone focus enough to know where he was going. Near frozen fingers curled tightly around the handle of a kunai, while the other hand kept a tight hold of his traveler’s cloak. The last thing he needed was the wind to fly off with it.

The border between the Lands of Frost and Lightning was particularly hostile around this time of the year; many a peddler that he had met on his way from Ta no Kuni had warned him as much, citing near-death personal experiences so as to dissuade even the most stubborn of travelers. 

Clearly, they had never met a Konoha shinobi - one on a reconnaissance mission, no less. 

The Second Shinobi War was heaving its dying breaths, with Amegakure having retreated and Sunagakure having suffered the white fang, Konoha was well on its way to claiming complete victory. 

Or at least they would have been. A little birdie had told the elder council of an impending attack from Kumogakure, who had apparently been waiting for the rest of the hidden villages to exhaust their resources before showing their hand. 

Considering the tact of such an idea, it was smooth and simple; an effective tactic while everyone else scattered about like headless poultry. Naturally, with assets stretched thin and shinobi exhausted after 3 years of pointless skirmishes, Konoha’s war office had declared the matter worthy of looking into. The only question being a matter of who would be fast enough, smart enough, to assess the situation from a discrete angle and report back just as swiftly? 

Enter one Namikaze Minato, Konoha’s resident Yellow Flash and nearly the fastest shinobi in the field. He had been given stellar recommendations by Yuuhei Keisuka, the commander of their Kusa outpost for his numerous achievements. It was also rumored that he was quite talented at some odd variation of the shunshin no jutsu, which made him annoyingly deadly on the battlefield. 

For all his talent though, he was certain that he would freeze to death out here in the wilderness. Now-pale digits pulled the cloak tighter around his person at the thought, as blue orbs narrowed against the onslaught of what felt like frost-tipped pinpricks against his vision. Normally, under such circumstances, the blond would use his hiraishin (which was not an odd variation of the shunshin no jutsu, thank you very much) since it allowed him to cover more ground relatively easily; in fact, that was how he had reached the outskirts of Kumogakure in two days to begin with. 

However, most of his reserves had been spent on placing his markers, and since his reconnaissance was meant to be a secretive one, he could afford no chances. The week he had spent on that altitude sickness-inducing nightmare they called the barrack backyard had mostly witnessed him teleporting from one marker to the next; gathering intel with detailed notes - infiltrating their headquarters while they slept, like a kami-forsaken, blond haired ghoul. 

For all his efforts and backtracking, amidst draining his chakra reserves to the point of near exhaustion, Minato had come to one, solid conclusion.

The birdie that had so willfully whispered in the council’s wrinkly ear had clearly been suffering from a concussion. Kumogakure had no plans on entering the war, despite them having picked a bone with Konoha earlier via Uzumaki-napping gone wrong. They were squandering their resources, yes, but for another reason entirely that had nothing to do with their current skirmishes. Minato had the notes (swiped, of course, from under a commander’s upturned nose) to prove it.

Now if only he had the chakra for it too, he grumbled. The near dwindling state of his reserves at present could be attributed to his escape from Kumo’s borders - he couldn’t exactly leave a trace behind, after all. With enough intel to report back (and an outpost in sufficient disarray because they were convinced their corridors were haunted), Minato had simply wanted to put enough distance between him and a potentially explosive powder keg. 

Even if that meant covering some distance via nearly frost-bitten limbs. Cue a grimace as his leg sunk further in the deep snow, the cold nearly gnawing it off from the knee. He had to wait a little while, probably just a bit more before he recovered enough chakra to use the hiraishin with his marked kunai - two dimensional hops would hopefully put him in range of the marker he had placed on a tavern that bordered the forests; a patch of thick green wilderness that lay a little distance from where the ascent to the mountains truly began. 

Cue another crunch of snow which was nearly swallowed by the wind. Gloved digits abandoned his weapons pouch in favor of shielding his eyes from the additional frigid onslaught. At this rate he was going to turn into a blond-sicle and he would have no one to blame but his lack of better judgement. 

Oh, and the elder council - definitely the elder council, came a childish reminder, as blue hues caught a smear of dark green somewhere in his peripheral; it stood in stark contrast to the dull hues swathing the landscape.

Forests were usually green (lets blame a frost-bitten brain for stating the obvious)…mentally trailing off, the chunin felt the beginnings of hope kindle his frozen insides and he flailed through deep snow with increased vigor. It wasn’t until gloved fingers found the brittle ridges characteristic of a Tsuga* bark that he allowed himself to slow down a little; and not until he had made decent headway into the foliage that he allowed himself to pause for breath. 

Trees meant less snow (or more, if he was clumsy enough which, at the moment, seemed like a distinct possibility) and less wind, which inevitably meant better visibility. As thick as they were, they provided ample shelter, with the blizzard too busy running amuck between the heavy branches to pelt him with vision hampering flurries. 

The trees also proved to be an apt backrest because kami, he was tired. The teen exhaled a large puff of breath before pausing behind a particularly sturdy tree; letting his back rest against it with a soft whump that was barely heard over the wind that was basically laying waste to the forest canopy.

Apart from that, it was relatively quiet and surprisingly less hostile. Shadows clung to an overhanging branch here, to the undersides of gnarled roots there…lurking between the trees in a way only nature could manage. His senses told him nary a soul was nearby, and with the paranoia borne of his profession eased off his shoulders, Minato felt his eyes flutter shut for the briefest moment. 

He had been on high alert for so long…letting his head rest back against the trunk, the blond felt exhaustion lull his consciousness into the beginnings of a light slumber. Five minutes…maybe ten? Maybe he could just rest here until his chakra had been replenished enough for him to use the hiraishin without collapsing. Maybe–

“Could you please help me?” The words were soft, barely a whisper in the wind; but to him they were as loud as an explosive seal tag. Blue hues snapped open, and with speed borne of pure instinct, he pulled out a kunai, the deadly three pronged tip pointed at his assailant’s jugular. 

Had he not been as exhausted as he was, said tip would have promptly been buried in an unsuspecting neck without a moment’s notice – but thankfully that wasn’t the case. Startled black hues stared back at him from beneath her wide brimmed kasa*, wrinkled mouth still open from her earlier request. The old lady seemed frail, her weathered hands clinging to a make-shift, gnarled staff as the breeze played around with her long ponytail.

How had he not sensed her? Blue hues narrowed, the kunai point still lingering with deadly accuracy as his heart played a thundering staccato in his ears. Try as he might, he could not pick up on the old lady’s chakra signature - either she was an exceptionally well trained scout or—

“Please” It was more of a statement than a request this time, as her clothed knees shook and she fumbled with the large stick in her hands, “My son…I can’t find him.” There were tears brimming against her beady black hues, “You look like him and I thought…” Trailing off, the old lady choked back a sob as she turned her head to her shoulder to hide her barely repressed tears, frail shoulders quaking with the effort.

Blink. He slowly lowered his kunai, her visage tugging at a stray heart-string he didn’t even know he possessed anymore (thanks to murdering child-scouts on a weekly basis); maybe she was a lost civilian after all? His senses had yet to fail him. Minato spun the kunai to rest snugly against his palm, his index finger acting as an anchor in the metal loop; before taking a step closer to her, still wary - and for all the right reasons, mind you. 

“Summimasen, baa san.” He said, tone just a little warmer than the weather, “But you shouldn’t be out here, in this blizzard.”

The old woman nodded in response, rubbing her face against her sleeve before raising her head to meet his guarded expression, “My son…I just want to find him. You understand?” Of course he didn’t “But the storm and…I…I can’t find him” she flailed, “Since you’re going down…can you help an old lady a little way?” Dark hues stared at him in earnest; hopeful, yet somewhat hesitant.

Minato paused; as heartless as it seemed to simply abandon her right there and then, he was rather inclined to do so - regardless of Kumo’s stance, they were still in the midst of war and his face had recently graced the pages of every bounty scroll in the continent. 

But there was something about her predicament that nagged at his conscience - also, he had probably scared her halfway to the afterlife earlier. With a short nod, he found himself extending an arm to her as additional support before he was even aware of it; only realizing the gesture once thin, spidery fingers grasped his forearm in a frigid, vice like grip. The old lady had shifted most of her weight on him, and he supposed that was understandable since she could barely hold on to the rotting branch anyways. Said branch had undoubtedly been picked from the base of the many Tsuga trees that littered the forest. 

And so they walked - lumbered, in the old lady’s case - for an indefinite period of time. Minato lost track after the second time they passed a familiar tree; the sole indication of their direction based on the downward slope of the forest floor. His companion was surprisingly quiet through the trek, sans the heaving breaths that would emanate from her person. 

If she was still worried for her son, she wasn’t as keen on showing it. Blond brows furrowed at the thought before it was filed away for later; his chakra was nearly at a point where he could teleport with a fraction to spare, and with somewhat replenished reserves, he was more aware of the faint chakra of living matter buzzing about the forest. It was noisier than natural energy, which flowed more like a constant stream; though what bothered him was the fact that the old lady emanated neither.

Maybe it was because he wasn’t as adept at sensing natural energy yet? Regardless, if he was going to use the hiraishin soon, they would need to part ways – though maybe he could bring her along? The woman was clearly no threat to his person, and maybe the tavern owner could help her locate her son?

Cue a tightening of thin fingers, as if she had heard his thoughts. Minato paused mid-trudge, blue hues trying to locate dark counterparts from the shadow of her picker’s hat, “Obaa san, there’s a small tavern dow—”

“Iie” The wind had gotten eerily quiet; a mere treble against the sharp whisper. The icy grip on his wrist curled tighter, as if to break the appendage between spidery digits. Try as he might, he couldn’t tug it away, instead, her nails painfully burrowed holes in the underside of his wrist. 

With a barely withheld grimace, the Namikaze mumbled an apology, while summoning some of his chakra to the other palm before striking the woman squarely in the chest; a controlled gust of wind - usually strong enough to send a grown shinobi flying - erupting from his hand. 

It barely disturbed her kasa “You promised” her voice was hollow, almost an echo from a great unseeing void. Ravenous inky tendrils flowed like a gushing torrent from beneath her hat, wrapping tightly around his midsection and slowly snaking upwards; frost tipped points numbing flesh as they did. 

By the shodai’s eyebrows— Minato almost swore, before he dangerously flicked the kunai from his caught hand, the steel points doing little to hamper her grip on his wrist. The woman cocked her head to the side, before empty hues found his near panicking ones, causing him to freeze mid-struggle. 

Gone was the friendly face; the crow’s feet, wrinkled mouth and the sagging skin. Instead, there was rotten flesh, with maggots peeking from empty sockets that sat snug between layers of decaying, mottled crimson; no doubt decomposing muscle. A strip of flesh hung loosely from one cheek bone as her gaping maw opened wide, barely strung together by fleshy ribbons.

“You promised”

Move, Namikaze – this is a genjutsu. It has to be a genjutsu – but even amidst his panicked thoughts, he couldn’t move a single muscle. The hair had him constricted to the point of suffocation; he could barely concentrate on gathering his chakra together. 

Move, Namikaze! The inky tendrils caressed his cheek now, deceptively gentle as the marred face came closer. Minato felt the breath escape his lungs as bony fingers inched towards his eyes. Quivering digits barely managed to flick the kunai in his hand uselessly behind the apparition.

Move! He was a gray blur at the faintest prick to his cheek. His form disappeared from between writhing strands; only to appear behind her. Blue hues barely registered the inky tendrils in his peripheral before he summoned every last bit of chakra and flickered to his last marked signature—

—And promptly crashed into a table full of delicate china; complete with ink sticks, empty brass scroll holders and rolls of parchment. Spots danced across his vision, as his eyes strained to accustom to the suddenly new, darker environment. Breathing heavily, the blond chunin barely managed to pull himself out of the splintered wood and broken ceramic; quivering knees and fingers resting heavily against the aged tatami. 

The room tilted sideways, and Minato was sure he would have tilted with it had it not been for a squeak that prompted his gaze.

“W-Who?” An old man was huddled away from him, clutching a short tanto blade to his chest as if the presence of the weapon alone would ward off danger. Blue hues blinked dully at it before flickering to the dim lamp light reflecting off the man’s pale scalp.

Thank kami he was bald. Cue a faint, watery grin before chakra exhaustion took its toll and he dropped to the side like a sack of daikon - just as the man let out a particularly high pitched shriek. 

Needless to say, by the time he got back to Konoha, he was considerably poorer than when he had left.

Namikaze Minato didn’t - wouldn’t believe in ghosts. Kato Dan had once explained the idea behind the stereotypical ‘specter’, as the image, once popularized by veteran war narratives, would be enough to build a reputation. Dan had relied on that image, since not only did it compliment his famed Spirit Transformation technique, but there was no weapon more feared than a reputable shinobi. 

As Yondaime, Minato had all that and more - for a man on the pinnacle of his career, he couldn’t afford to give in to idle fancies.

Even though at times, during the frostiest winter nights, he felt the familiar touch of spidery digits curling tightly over his wrist; a forgotten name a mere whisper in the wind. 

Tsuga = Japanese Hemlock trees Kasa = rice picker’s hat

[sunshineandfangs]

Klarosummer - Summer Blockbuster Movie || The Midnight Train

@klarosummerbingo​

Caroline subtly rolled her eyes as she overheard the excited whispers of the teenagers at table five.

“-Mikaelson filming-”

“-believe it?!”

“-here!”

“Mystic Falls - location -”

Pft, please. As if A-list movie star, Klaus Mikaelson was going to be in Mystic Falls of all places.

Now, Caroline could admit that not that long ago she was just like those girls. When she was fourteen, tall and gangly with braces on her teeth, in that time when everything felt awkward and boys didn’t have cooties anymore, she had a massive celebrity crush on Klaus.

How could she not? He was a relatively young actor and handsome as hell. That, plus the dimples and the accent? Swoon.

Still, she wasn’t fourteen anymore. Twenty-six with years filled of the stress of supporting her mom as she beat cancer into remission, the struggle of putting grad school on hold and finding local jobs that accepted odd hours, juggling that with competing for internships to re-pad her resume before applying to school.

She just didn’t have time for such gossip. 

Even if she did still have a secret celebrity crush on the man

Caroline frowned, standing up from where she had been taking inventory, a bit alarmed by what sounded like shrieks coming from the front. She briskly walked out of the back room, only to freeze in shock.

The screaming hadn’t been from fear or pain.

No, it had been from the sheer elation of a fantasy come to life. Because there he was.

Klaus Fucking Mikaelson.

In the Mystic Grill.

What.

---

A whole crowd had swelled around him. Many of them were starry-eyed girls, but there was also quite a few boys as well. Most were unsubtly lurking just outside the immediate circle, pretending they were too cool to geek out over one of their action heroes. Several of the adults were giving him some serious side-eye too, others discretely holding phones to try to get a picture.

Once Caroline got over her shock (and slight jolt to her heart, because damn he was just as attractive in person), she felt a bit bad for the poor guy. It was only 7:00, but he likely lost several hours flying out from the west coast. And while he made a good show of being polite and receptive - signing a few autographs, posing for a few photos - she could recognize tired.

Marching over, Caroline pasted on her patented Queen Bitch expression, long since mastered from her years as various committee heads, student body president, and Miss Mystic Falls. Once she couldn’t get any closer through the swarm of bodies, she put her fingers to her lips and whistled, loud and shrill.

Immediately several people cringed back, the noise level dying down considerably.

She clapped her hands together and smiled beatifically over the tips of her fingers.

“Now folks, I know you know that the bar has officially opened and most of you aren’t old enough to drink yet.” She pointedly stared directly at several familiar faces, all of them shrinking under her gaze. “So, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. And as for the rest of you...I know having Mr. Mikaelson here with us is very exciting. But I’m sure he’d like a drink and food like everyone else. So, off you go.” 

She shooed them with her hands, and they went with quiet grumbles, knowing better than to tick off the person who gave them both their food and their alcohol. And especially when that person was also Caroline Forbes.

From the corner of her eye, she saw her rescuee (and boy would her younger self be proud!) noticeably relax in his seat. Once the last of the stragglers had retreated, she turned her attention to him, a more natural smile on her face.

“Sorry, about that.” She raised her voice a little. “One would think they’d have more manners.”

He half-smirked, half-smile at her, one of his dimples making an appearance. “Thank you, sweetheart.” (Shit, the accent was better in person). “Honestly, that was quite impressive. Normally, the bobbies need to get involved to get them to move that quickly.”

Smothering a giggle at his British-isms she let him in on the joke with a little wink. “Well, I am quite fierce. That being said my mother is also the sheriff, so they don’t want to get on the wrong side of either of us.”

His grin grew. “I suppose I should tread carefully, then.”

“I suppose you should,” she flirted. But before she could get too carried away, she pulled a writing pad out of her apron. “Seriously though, can I get you anything for the trouble? On the house.”

“A bourbon, neat, would be lovely. As for food ...do you have a recommendation? I’m afraid I didn’t quite get a chance to look at the menu.”

“Hm, well our burgers are always popular. They’re quick to make, filling, and come with a large side of fries. You can also customize the toppings to pretty much anything you want.”

She raised her eyebrows inquisitively, ready to list something else if he wanted. But he just nodded along, probably too hungry to care much.

“That sounds perfect. I don’t need anything fancy on it though. Lettuce, tomato, onion and pickle will suffice.”

She scribbled a little note, more for show than anything else since his order was simple and she’d get it done first once she left.

“And how would you like it cooked?”

“Medium, thank you.”

“Anything else?” He shook his head, and she tucked the pad and her pen away. “Alright, I’ll be right back with your drink. Give me a shout if you decide you want anything else.”

She may have put a little extra sway in her hips as she walked away.

---

Klaus barely refrained from devouring his burger, hungrier than he expected considering he indulged in some food on the plane. But his eyes kept darting back over to the lovely blonde, Caroline, as her name tag declared.

He honestly was grateful when she got rid of all his overzealous fans, as attempting it himself had gotten him in PR hot water before. (Not that he truly cared, but he wasn’t in the mood for a lecture from his dear older brother). Still, he had expected her to take advantage herself, and was relieved and thankful when her flirting was harmless and mild. Enticing even. And her legs were nothing to scoff at either.

Becoming antsy as his food dwindled and sensing the imminent return of the buzzards, Klaus slipped a few bills and a note under his empty glass before quickly slipping out the back.

---

Caroline would never admit it, but she was a bit disappointed that Klaus was gone the next time she looked at his spot. She hurried over to clean up the area, expecting the late evening rush any moment now. After all, people liked their alcohol and the Grill’s air conditioner during these humid, Virginian summer nights.

She blinked in shock as she lifted the glass. Under its base, Klaus had left a couple hundred dollars and a business card, a note scribbled on the back.

Seeing as I will be in the area for the foreseeable future, perhaps I could convince you to show me around?

-KM

PS Keep the change.

Hurriedly tucking both away before anyone noticed a disparity, she scurried to the kitchen to drop off the dirty dishes.

But even as she fell back into the rhythm taking orders and delivering food, her mind couldn’t decide between being flattered and being infuriated.

Just, what was he trying to pull?

---

Author’s Note: Alas, I could not justify a non-English title with such an American premise. And yeah I made the title a Don’t Stop Believin’ reference  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Also, if you’re wondering I imagine the Caroline in the beautiful dress is what she might wear when Klaus and she become official and she’s his plus one to all the fancy events.

[psyched2b]

hi! could i have a stucky x reader with 31, 34, and 38? thank you :) x

You can have whatever you wish for. P.S. THIS IS MY FIRST STUCKY x Reader ANYTHING!!! YAY!!!!!

Warnings: Blood, Injuries and Swearing. Also, poly-relationship (obviously) and Idiot (Idi-YEET) Steve

I’m not going to apologize for this gif choice (fight me)

31. You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?34. I think you need stitches.38. If you die, I’m going to kill you.

Steve had worse injuries than this. He couldn’t remember a specific one, but he knew that it was true.

He looked at the deep cut under his ribs from a lucky shot earlier that day.

Steve wanted to avoid you and Bucky ganging up against him and babying him, so he skipped going to the med center and stuck two of the biggest band-aids he could find.

His eyes narrowed at the red starting to seep through the skin colored band-aid.

He just needed to wait long enough for his enhanced healing to kick in.

He picked up his black button down shirt and pulled it on, buttoning up all but the last few top buttons.

Normally, he would wear his normal henley shirts, but it was date night.

“Took ya long enough, punk,” Bucky remarked as Steve sauntered into the kitchen minutes later. Bucky walked over to him and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, not missing the opportunity to reach down and pinch Steve’s ass, causing the Captain to jump. Bucky smirked and pulled away, moving to grab the necessary pans from the rack. “Did you get lost on your way?”

“Bucky, don’t be a dick!” you chastised, pulling the ingredients you needed from the fridge to make dinner. You looked at Steve from over your shoulder and quirked an eyebrow. “But he’s right. It did take you a hot minute to get here. Wassup buttercup?”

Steve rolled his eyes, walking over to help you gather the things for dinner. “Nothing up. Just needed to clean up after getting back.” And cover up a gaping wound, but Steve left that unsaid.

Bucky looks to Steve with a calculating look, steel blue eyes scanning the Captains body for any sign of injury. Steve had to force himself to keep his breathing even so as not to give himself away, though the cut was starting to ache more and more. Bucky narrowed his eyes at Steve, ready to call him out, but before he could open his mouth, Steve spoke up.

“You know what, I think I’m going to sit back and watch my two loves cook for me. After months of practicing, you should be able to handle it.” Steve paused, a thoughtful look taking over his expression. “Well, maybe.”

You give him an unamused look and mutter, “Rude,” under your breath before rolling your eyes with a shrug and started cutting up the onions.

Steve couldn’t help the small sigh of relief at being able to sit back from this, his side screaming in protest when he sat on the bar stool and watched the casual banter between you and Bucky.

“What do you mean, they drank her heart and liver?” Bucky asked in an incredulous tone. “That’s absolutely….disgusting!”

You snickered. “Yeah, well, how else could you cure the elusive vampire disease? By praying? Pft.”

“Bu-but….it was consumption!”

You reach over the counter and give Bucky a comforting pat on the shoulder. “Sometimes, people don’t know these things and their mind goes to something more extreme.” You look over to your other partner. “Right Steeb?” You do a double take when you see how pale the man is. “Steve?” You walk around the counter so your face to face with him and gently cup his cheeks in your hand. “Are you alright? You’re never this quiet.”

Bucky perks up from his spot in front of the stove and is by your side in under two second. “Punk? What aren’t you telling us?”

Steve sways in his seat, all signs of warmth scarce from his face. “I-I think that I- uh, need stitches.” He drops his hand to the wound of his side and hisses at the contact, looking down to see bright red covering his pale fingers. “Well, shit.”

“Jesus Christ, Steve!” Bucky shouts, ripping Steve’s shirt open with one pull, buttons flying all over the counter.

You let out a loud gasp at the sight of blood pouring out from underneath the two band-aids haphazardly placed under Steve’s ribs. “Are you fucking kidding me?” you ask in a shrill tone. “How the fuck are two fucking band-aids going to cover this?” You reach out and pull the band-aids off, revealing the deep wound. Before you could direct Bucky to the emergency med kit, he’s already gone and back, threading the needle to stitch the idiot man up.

“My healing shoulda kick in,” Steve murmured, his head dropping to his chest due to the fuzziness that was taking over. “That was- that was stupid.”

“Fuck ya, that was stupid,” Bucky grumbled as you poured antiseptic over the wound. Steve was too tired to react to the burning and held his breath at the first pass of the needle through his skin. “Why didn’t you just say something? As soon as this is stitched, you will heal quickly. But no. Instead, your dumb ass says ‘I’m going to tough it out because I’m Steve Fucking Rogers and can’t fucking die’. News flash, bud. But you’re still human and I swear to GOD Steve….if you die, I will fucking raise your sorry ass up from the grave and kill you again myself.”

With every pass of the needle, Steve could feel himself feeling better and better. “Yeah, well. I won’t die. So, yeah.”

You snorted at his stupid comment and have to resist the urge to smack him upside the head. “You can’t keep doing this to me, babe. You’re going to cause my blood pressure to spike until I fucking die myself. So, clean your act up.”

Steve salutes. “Yes, ma’am.”

You roll your eyes again but rub a comforting hand down Steve’s back, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “So you understand how much trouble you’re in…no sex for the next year.”

Bucky stops his stitching and gives you a scared look. “That doesn’t include me too, does it?”
You give him a condescending smirk and caress his cheek. “But of course.”

Bucky’s jaw drops in disbelief. “But, but why?” he cries, ignoring the last stitch he needed to finish. “And why do you always threaten us with sex? That’s so mean.”

“I punish you two with sex because that’s the only thing that works.”

Bucky pouts, but nods in agreement, knowing you’re right.

“And I’m punishing you too because you’re guilty by association because you grew up with the punk and conditioned him to be this way.”

“But-but babe!!”
Steve just smiled at the two of you, knowing that it would only be a week before you caved in.

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[central-city-meta-pocalypse]

Primrose Path (Harry Wells x Reader, Chapter 14)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: When you, a lovely florist, move to Central City to open your flower shop, you had no idea you’d fall for such a complicated and dangerous man who deals in a less-than-legal business. Harrison Wells - a major player and powerhouse within the underground mafia world of the region - sweeps you off your feet as you quickly become his greatest weakness.

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Mentions of War, Coarse Language, Blood and Violence, Minor Character Deaths

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A sudden outburst beside you in bed brings you out of your deep sleep.

“Hmm...?” you say groggily. After your eyes adjust to the room, you notice Harry sweating through the bedsheets, tossing and turning and grunting in his sleep, a slave to what you assume is a bad dream.

“Harry?” Finally, he breaks through thanks to the concern in your voice. He bolts upright and breathes heavily, startled in the darkness of the room. You place your hand on his arm which he covers with his own and holds it tight. You ask if he’s alright, but he starts to worry you when he doesn’t respond, just staring straight ahead at nothing. This has never happened before, this kind of fit. You take Harry’s hand and try to get him to look at you.

"What's wrong?"

“Hmm? Nothing. It’s nothing, go back to sleep.”

"Hare." You brush your hair to the side and give him a look that you know he's keeping something from you.

“I can’t...” he says pathetically. You can see whatever it is, it’s hurting him, and you’ve never seen Harry hurt like this before. You carefully move to kneel in front of him and cup his face with both of your hands, seeing the slight glimmer of tears welling up in his eyes.

“Please tell me. I need to know so I can help you. Please, Harrison...”

"I..." He averts his gaze before looking back up to your eyes. "I watched you die. Brutally. Right in front of me and I couldn't do anything. I couldn’t move. You died because of me." Your heart is breaking for him. You can only imagine what that dream could have looked like to him.

"It was just a bad dream, Harry. I'm right here," you say, taking his hand and guiding it to your beating heart. You stroke his temple with your thumb, pressing your forehead against his. Harry breathes you in like you’re the only thing he needs to survive in this world.

"I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere," you tell him, “Remember?” He doesn’t respond with words, though his breathing is starting to return to normal. You both stay still like this for a while. Harry’s eyes close, and you can tell he’s trying to soak in your presence, letting it anchor him to reality.

"I'm just worried…” he starts again quietly, “one day I'll lose you and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it. I'd be completely powerless, robbed of you, and it would kill me. It would kill me, (Y/N)...” Your chest tightens up at his vocalized fears and the way he’s desperately looking at you. You pull him close so that his head rests against your chest.

“Not going to happen. Ever. Not on my watch,” you make the promise, of which you’re not sure you can necessarily keep, but you'll do your very best to keep it because damn everything to hell if you're going to ever have this man more broken than he already is.

Harry exhales as if the weight of his worries are finally leaving his body and mind. At least, for the night. You pet his hair, his arms, his chest all to calm him back into sleeping again.

Harry shifts you over in bed so that he ends up spooning you, holding you close as if you’ve become his security blanket. You hear the tell-tale signs of him falling asleep after a bit, leaving you still awake, deep in thought.

You fear you are becoming exactly what you’d hoped not to be. His weakness. A fragile point that someone can target to get at Harry and his business. You let out a small sigh at your realization. You’ll have to get stronger, for his sake, so that his dream will never come true.

***

The following morning, you fidget with your hands just before Harry is about to leave for work. He’s not going to like what you have to say, but damn it, you’re going to say it anyway!

“Harry, I know you said I’d never have to fight… but I want you to teach me self-defence.” Your tone is defiant and confident as you stand in front of your boyfriend.

“I- why?” he asks, narrowing his eyes. You can tell he’s reluctant to show you anything that would potentially lead you into any kind of danger.

“Last night… your dream, nightmare, it got me thinking. I want to be able to protect myself if anything were to happen-”

“-Nothing is going to happen to you,” he cuts in, seemingly resolved after his outburst last night. “I’m always going to be there to protect you.”

“But what if you’re not, Harry?” you implore, “You can’t always be around ‘just in case’ someone attacks me. And I love you, but I’m not really into the whole ‘damsel-in-distress’ thing. I want to be able to look out for myself, whether you’re there or not.”

The corner of Harry’s lips turn up at your confidence, and you can see him turning the decision over in his mind.

“Alright… self-defence only. Some hand to hand combat, just enough to get yourself out of trouble.”

You grin up at him before slipping your arms around his middle and hugging him tightly.

“Thank you, Harry. When do we start?”

Harry seems to like your eagerness. “Come to the Labs after you finish at the shop and we can get started. We have training rooms under the building.”

“Is there anything you don’t do there?” you ask, to which he smiles and kisses the top of your head.

But, you do as he says and as soon as you lock up after a moderately busy day, you walk the few blocks to S.T.A.R. Labs, already dressed in your workout outfit. Harry meets you at the building’s entrance dressed in a pair of shorts, a tank top, and a hoodie.

All black, naturally.

“Welcome back, sweet pea.” He kisses you hello. “We’re going to head down to the training facility in the basement.”

“Okay,” you say and let him lead the way inside.

It’s an impressive setup - dozens of training rooms all throughout the lowest level. As Harry leads you to your own room, you peek in through the windows seeing his men go at each other viciously. You’re glad they’re on your side.

Your room is completely padded on every wall, including the ceiling. You wring your hands together, unable to help but feel a little nervous now that this is actually happening.

“Where do we start?” you ask.

“Show me your best punch.”

You go to stand directly in front of him, planning to aim for his upper chest area. Pulling back your arm, you let it go and your fist collides with his body.

He doesn’t even flinch.

You try it again with a little more force behind it.

“No, come on. Hit me," Harry says with a little smirk, making a small 'come at me' motion as you stand in front of him, pouting a bit at his teasing.

"I am! You're just so muscular that you can't even feel it!"

You take another swing at him, but he easily blocks you and makes you stumble backwards a few paces.

“You can’t let me use your momentum against you.” He starts to circle you on the mat. “Make your movements smaller, more compact. That’s how you’ll win a fight,” he tells you as you look at him with a determined expression. Although, it was difficult to soak in what he had just told you because Harry had shed his black hoodie, now showing off his jaw-dropping arm muscles that you’ll never tire of. You have the urge to run your hands over them, to feel his sinewy biceps...

"Kitten?"

"Huh, yeah?"

"Were you paying attention?"

"Pft! Yeah, I was totally paying attention and not staring at your… wonderfully muscled body..." your words dying down as you speak. You look at the floor in embarrassment. "I'm trying, okay?" you say with a little laugh, cheeks tinged with pink.

"I know." He comes up behind you, helping position your arms and legs to get a good hit. Not that that does much for your concentration either, because you can’t deny that you love the way his toned body is pressing up against yours.

"And as soon as you can land a good couple of hits, you should have me distracted enough to sweep my leg out so I go down. Got it?"

"Uh... I think?"

You shake yourself out of your little daydream and focus on his instructions because you know he really is trying to help and it is crucial that you get this right. Since Harry initially didn’t want you having anything to do with training of any kind, you needed to prove how serious you were about this. No more would you be his weakness. It takes several more attempts, but finally, you manage to pin him to the mat, a huge grin growing on your face in realization that you actually did it.

"I did it!"

You’re totally unaware that you're straddling his hips. You throw your arms up in triumph, and his hands automatically fly to your hips when they're freed from you, with a small smile on his face. He lifts himself up so that he sat upright, your chests touching and presses a deep kiss to your lips.

"I'm proud of you," he says quietly, still wearing a gentle smile. You return it, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him. Harry gives you small kisses in celebration, which you make happy noises at, lips smacking against each other. But Cisco just has to walk into the practice room to see you two kissing like this on the ground.

"Hey, we practice here!" he exclaims.

You feel your face get warmer at getting caught and climb out of Harry's lap and up off of the floor. Harry rolls his eyes at Cisco.

“How about a break, Flower? You’re doing so well. I’m impressed.” Harry hands you your water bottle and a towel to wipe the sweat that was glistening on your forehead.

“Thank you.”

“Would you like to have a look in on how my team trains?” You nod at the suggestion, Harry taking your hand and leading you out of the room.

"I wouldn't use the mat on the left," he says to Cisco as you walk away and you catch the younger man’s eyes go wide.

"Harry! But we didn't do anything!"

"He doesn't need to know that," he tells you with an amused smirk. He guides you down the hall and around a corner to a much more extensive training area where several men are paired off against each other.

This is intense.

“Wow... they’re good.”

“I only recruit the best.” You stare in awe at the masterful moves presented before you on the mats. One man holds the other in a headlock, face turning red and unable to breathe. You tug on Harry’s arm.

“Harry, he’s killing him. Aren’t you going to do something?!”

Your boyfriend stays where he is, eyes narrowed at the desperate struggle in front of him. He seems too invested, curious even, at the outcome.

Just when it seems like the brutal end, the man in the submissive hold locks his leg around the other’s while keeping his back curved forward. Bending his knees and turning one hundred and eighty degrees outward, he pulls his attacker’s arm diagonally across his body and throws him down hard on the mat. 

“Oomph!”

Harry starts a slow clap and smiles proudly. The rest of the onlookers in the room join in the applause. You clap too, once you shake yourself out of your shocked daze. You had really thought he was going to die…

You take Harry’s hand.

“Let’s go again,” you say eagerly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You and Harry go back to sparring in your training room, with you having found a little boost in your motivation to become better at this.

You manage to pin Harry to the mat a couple of times in a row, but then he starts making it harder and you realize he’s been taking it reasonably easy on you so far. He pins you to the mat once, flips you over so you land on your hands and knees another (although he had been fairly gentle in lowering you to the ground) and you are currently standing in front of him with his arm around your neck, just showing you what could happen if this was a more hostile environment.

“What did I tell you?” he whispers in your ear, “Don’t let me-”

“-get behind you, yeah, I know,” you say exasperatedly, holding onto his forearm which rests in front of your throat.

“Now, how would you get out of this one, Flower? You can’t overpower me,” Harry asks, looking at you intently.

“Well, I’m seriously considering kicking you where it’s going to hurt, but I might hold off on that in case I ever want to have children with you,” you reply with a smirk, turning your head to look at his amused blue eyes. Although something flickers in them at your words… something you can’t quite place. You feel your cheeks warm at the thought that he’s thinking about what you’ve just said. Oh god, no, it’s far too early to be considering that.

“I do appreciate your restraint, Flower,” he says with a chuckle, planting a quick kiss to your cheek. “But if you ever do get in a situation like this, I think it’d be highly effective.”

You use your entire body’s strength to flip Harry to the ground, catching him off-guard in his affectionate state. You detect a series of emotions in his eyes below you - the first being surprise, then clearly proud, then… arousal?

Harry clears his throat, “Well done.”

“Thank you.”

“Think you can do it again?”

You smirk and say, “I think so, yes.”

Harry holds up a finger to you. “Hang on.” He gets up from the floor and leaves the room for maybe two minutes, only to return with a few large men.

You feel your stomach drop at the sight of them and point between yourself and your potential opponents. “You want me… them? Really?”

“It’s not going to be me you’ll find attacking you,” he puts. “Strangers. Big guys. And here they are.” Harry stands behind you with his hands on your shoulders. He leans in to whisper in your ear, “Go get ‘em.”

With a daring, verging on mean, expression, you bend your knees in a ready position. Let’s kick some ass.

Your challenger fake-lunges at you in trying to catch you off guard, but you are far too focused to take the bait. You circle each other, but the man is fast - he grabs your wrist and spins you so that your back is against him. His arm is around your neck, but luckily you’re still able to breathe since you have your hand lodged in between your windpipe and his arm. It’s the same hold Harry had caught you in.

But this time, you don’t hold back.

You ram your elbow into your mock-foe’s gut, knocking him off balance, then take his wrist this time and twist. And the pièce de résistance - a sharp knee to the groin. He bends over in agony, and you start to express your apologies, but the man holds up a hand to say he’s okay.

 You are thrilled you did so well, and by the look on Harry’s face, so is he.

“Good, um, match?” you congratulate the man, now sitting. He mumbles something which sounded like, “you too.”

“I think that’s enough for today, Flower.” Harry goes to rub your shoulders. “You were exceptional.”

“Thanks to you.” He grins down at you, hand on your lower back as he ushers you out of the training room, leaving everyone to continue their practice. You notice a tall figure standing at the end of the corridor and squint.

“Harry, who’s that over there?” you ask, pointing at a man you’ve never seen before in the building. He stares into one of the training room windows where two others are battling each other.

Harry recognizes the man in the distance, “That’s James, our new bookkeeper. So far he’s passed our entry tests, but we’ll see how he does on the job.”

You nod. The two of you walk down the hall, moving closer to the new addition to Harry’s team. The man, James, senses this and turns to greet his boss.

“Good evening, Sir,” he says.

“James,” Harry replies, “You’re here late.”

“Thought I’d see how the other half conducts themselves.” James’ eyes move to you. He smiles, then introduces himself.

“I saw you fight a little while ago,” he says, “I’m impressed.”

He was watching us? How did I not notice?

“Thank you,” you say, “It was my first time.”

“Had me fooled.”

“I have a very skilled teacher,” you grin, looking up at Harry, who’s smiling back.

“I have no doubt about that. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” He nods to Harry, “Sir.” The man takes his leave, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“He seems nice,” you muse. “Great accent, too.”

Harry doesn’t say anything, eyes glued to the bookkeeper’s back, watching him walk away and into the elevator.

***

The Dark Archer, Malcolm Merlyn, paces the room while his mole stands before him, arms behind his back.

“Do the cops have enough to arrest Wells?”

“Not yet,” the British spy replies, “but they soon will. When they get an anonymous tip telling them to look at his books, they’ll have all they need to tie him to his activities at the docks. And soon, I’ll know where all his bodies are buried. Figuratively and literally.”

“Good.” Malcolm pauses and moves to the window of his office at Merlyn Global Group overlooking the night lights of Star City. “He knows we know about his sweetheart but nothing needs to happen to her. I’ll settle for breaking him by having him only be able to see her from behind a pane of glass.”

The mole waits awkwardly by the mobster’s desk.

“What, you’re still here?” Merlyn catches his spy in the window’s reflexion.

“I just need to know- What has Wells done to you why you’re after him and his empire?”

“Not that it’s any of your goddamn business, but the bastard killed my wife in that explosion. Now get out. And don’t come back until the deed is done.”

[aibidil]

2017 Feel-Good Drarry Fic

A few days ago I posted a rec list of 2017 Drarry fic that tackled Important Issues. But not every fic has to be important or political, and I wanted to also put together a list of some fics that have made us smile, laugh, cackle, awwww, and generally feel good about life. Thank you to everyone who puts a smile on the collective face of the fandom. Again, this is not a “best-of” or “favorites” list, and it is unavoidably subjective (and thank you to everyone who contributed ideas to the list!), but I hope you get some joy from these fics. Humor, fluff, crack, and smiles ahead (in no particular order)!

Pretty Fond of Not Very Good Ideas by @lqtraintracks: Harry Peterson, Orderer Extraordinaire, and his trusty sidekick, Ray. Or: Harry's been hit with a memory charm, but it's okay because he realises he's bent for Draco Malfoy.

It looked a lot bigger in the picture by @ravenclawsquill: Draco is determined to experience the full novelty of an authentic Muggle holiday. Harry doesn't quite understand, but when does he ever understand Draco? (Or, the time Harry and Draco accidentally went dogging in a car the size of a matchbox.) 

I Can’t Take It! by @xx-thedarklord-xx: After the war, Draco Malfoy became an author. A best selling author whose books move the hearts of those who read them. Which wouldn't be a problem for Ron if all of them weren't about Harry! It was obvious to him that Malfoy was in love with his best friend but why was it that no one else seemed to think so? He was going to get to the bottom of this and get Harry to stop mooning over the blonde idiot at the same time. Perhaps, they just needed someone to come along and get them to fess up. For the safety of his own sanity, Ron was going to help Malfoy ensnare Harry. That is, if they can get along long enough not to kill each other.

It’s Our Party and We’ll Fuck If We Want To by @firethesound: It's like if a tree falls in the forest, Harry thinks. Sneaking away to blow his boyfriend in a coat closet at their own housewarming is only a bad idea if they get caught, right?

A Hyperactive Fruit, a Nasty Neighbour and a Love Story by @synonym-for-life: Potter’s pet Niffler is wreaking havoc in Godric’s Hollow and Draco, the Assistant Head to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, is the one that has to deal with it. Repeatedly. The fact that Potter keeps coming to Draco’s office in grey jogging bottoms - repeatedly - does in no way help the matter. 

Just Friends (Or Why Draco Malfoy Shouldn’t Have Sex in His Office) by @unadulteratedstorycollector: Harry and Draco are Auror partners, friends, and um... well, that's it. Yes, Hermione, that is it. At least it is until Harry catches him doing a certain something that he can't get out of his mind.

Mugglewear and Broomstick Skills by @callingdrarry: The eighth years attempt a game of football in Muggle Studies. What is meant to be an insight into Muggle sports turns into a fashion show of ridiculous outfits and Harry nearly losing his mind.

when life hands you (lulu)lemons by @carpemermaidtales: Harry grows bored with his usual running path, and finds himself a surprising new jogging partner when he takes a different route. 

The River Thames on a Sunday by @lqtraintracks: A slice of their life in London. Harry jogs. Draco tinkers about. There's rimming. And tea.

Better Than an Origami Bird by @o0o-chibaken-o0o and @jadepresley: A series of letters in which Harry and Draco argue, play truth or dare, get kinky, and are a couple of very naughty (or very good, depending on who you ask) boys during class.

The Sleeping Beauty Curse by anonymous for HD-Erised: When Draco Malfoy falls into a cursed sleep and can only be woken – at least, according to the Daily Prophet, that impeccable source of truth – by ‘true love’s kiss’, Harry Potter knows there’s no way on earth he’s the answer to this particular riddle. Is he . . .?

The Full Monty by @magpiefngrl: Harry poses for a naked Auror calendar and Draco goes batshit crazy with lust.

Fervor by @goldentruth813: Draco hates being woken up in the middle of the night. But he likes sex, and he loves Harry. So maybe it's not so bad after all.

Divination for Dickheads by @seefin: It doesn't actually turn out to be the worst birthday present he's ever been given.

Can I kiss you? by @rose-grangerweasleyisbae: Teddy had been over the moon when Harry had allowed Draco to tag along with the annual Weasley beach weekend when Andromeda couldn't come. Draco not so much. Would Teddy's cousin and godfather ever get along?

Shatterproof Plan by digthewriter: Teddy drags Draco to Australia for Christmas. Draco is down on himself for being forty and still single. They see Harry. Angst. Past relationship drama. Happy ending.

There’s No Espresso in Azkaban by @sassy-cissa: When Harry finds Draco working in a Starbucks, he finds coffee has suddenly become more interesting.

Harry Potter and the Cursed Cake Rota by @gingertodgers: Harry and Draco are drafted onto the office cake rota.

The Slickening: From Devil’s Snare to Penetratio Totalus by @aibidil, @bixgirl1, @carpemermaidtales, @femmequixotic, @noeeon, @shiftylinguini: Sometimes help comes from the place you least expect it.

Moon-Eyed by @l0vegl0wsinthedark: Draco Malfoy, Head of Veela Affairs at the Department of Magical Beings, does not do people favours. Harry Potter, recently turned werewolf, is not “people” – not to Draco anyway. Does Draco plan to fall in love with Harry when he decides to help him? No. Does he end up falling in love with him anyway? Pft, what do you think?

He Whose Hand and Eye Are Gentle by khalulu: Draco reads poems and sometimes writes them. Harry receives poems and sometimes reads them. Rutherford delivers poems via the scenic route. Wombat snores. Eventually, all comes together, with help from the foxes in red bibs and the sumo referee.

Shades of You by @bloodyflammable: Draco certainly never intended to be a style consultant for the seriously fashion challenged, but after the war and the reparations his family had to pay, it was clear he would need to earn a living. However, if having to earn a living meant he got to admire Potter’s arse and shoulders in well-fitted clothes, it wasn’t that bad. Or was it?

Group Chat by @jadepresley: A screenshot of a group chat conversation between Draco, Harry, Ron, Pansy, Hermione and Theo.

Like Cinderella, But With Cock by @l0vegl0wsinthedark: ”Oh, shit,” he groans, “This is like Cinderella, isn’t it?! Like Cinderella, but with cock. Cock instead of slippers.” Where Harry’s hexed so that he can’t lose his erection until he sleeps with his soulmate. If only those were easier to find.

November Third by @queenofthyme: November third. It should have been a day like any other. Except it never was. Not for Draco Malfoy. Every November 3rd, the universe seemed to grant Draco Malfoy a chance with Harry Potter. A chance for what exactly, it wasn’t always clear. But something more than their rivalry. Something more than the empty words they shouted at each other across the schoolyard. Something that grew into a little bit more something every year.

Howlr by @partialtopotter: Howlr is the new dating application enchanting Witches, Wizards and Everyone in between. Are you looking for the one or a one-night stand; it’s all here folks. Howlr is sponsored by Weasley Wizard Wheezes, the same team that brought us the Spellular just two years ago. Ginny Weasley, famed chaser for the Hollyhead Harpies, swears by the app, ‘guaranteed to make sparks fly,’ she says. The magic awaits you!

It’s Joggers Season (or so the Muggles say) by @carpemermaidtales: Everything about Draco’s life since May has been one bloody long exercise in subverting everything he’s known, that’s expected of him, in an effort to get as far away from the mistakes he’s made—the wrong choices he was forced into. He’s returned to Hogwarts to take his N.E.W.T.s and everything is different—namely, Harry Potter strutting around in clingy joggers that Draco can’t get off his mind.

Quietly, as Requested by @shiftylinguini: Harry was trying to pretend Draco’s warm thigh against his own didn’t make his heart thump and his cock start to fill out inside his usual lazy Sunday attire ― which consisted of a t-shirt with a hole in the armpit and the world’s oldest, rattiest, ugliest and most comfortable pair of joggers. In comparison, Draco was wearing a buttoned up shirt and a pair of crisp, black trousers, which made him both seem impressively attractive and also entirely overdressed for this kind of occasion. Harry lifted one knee, trying to shield the view of his slightly tenting joggers, and the state he was rapidly finding himself in. Perhaps inviting Draco to Sunday Bad Movie night at Ron’s wasn’t that smart an idea after all.

Tackson Pollock [ALIYTM oneshot] by saras_girl: It’s a wet Sunday afternoon. What are a beetle and a Gryffindor to do? 

Dance Magic, Dance by @jet-playin: Only one person can make this Halloween night worth Harry's ridiculous costume, and he's not here...

Christmas lights to melt your heart by phrynne: The light does not move. It does not flicker, does not fade. He has the strange feeling it’s waiting for him. Basically, what the tags say + Harry is romantic af + Draco is clueless.

The Romantic Prawn Who Loved Christmas by @bixgirl1: When Draco, forced into sharing a room with Potter for the year, finds out that Potter has a sleepwalking problem, he expects the odd conversations and the weird games of chess. What comes as a complete shock are Potter's other activities...And why he seems so intent on having Draco join him. (Relax. It's just like a holiday Hallmark movie! ...With, uhm, sleepwanking.)