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mirclealignr · 5 years ago

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A Change Of Heart ~ Chapter 2

The Heart Goes Wanting

Sirius x fem!slytherin!reader - soulmate au!

Sirius and Y/n Lynn are rivals. Always have been, always will be. Nothing can change that, or at least nothing they have control over. (Where soulmates have a distinctive mark that represents the other where they are first touched by them)

word count; 1100+

warnings: sorry it’s so much shorter, dialogue heavy, slytherin slander again lmao, female pronouns!!

Sirius stormed into the Gryffindor common room. James was already there, along with Remus and Peter who had been waiting for him to come back.

"What's wrong with you? Thanks to you I just lost the match," James snapped.

"Sod off, Prongs. I couldn't have done anything. You would have been disqualified," he said, it only having occurred to him later that he could use this as an excuse, though it wasn't the reason behind his actions. James faltered ever so slightly.

"Well you could have moved out of the way or something," he growled.

"Right, I wasn't thinking mate," but he was thinking, and that was the problem. All he was thinking about was Y/N.

"What is wrong with you?" James asked, forgetting about what he had done, or hadn't done in this case.

"Nothing," he lied.

"I'm not stupid," James said. Sirius cocked an eyebrow, smirking, challenging him.

"That stupid," he laughed.

"It's Y/N. I can't get her off my mind. And I don't know why, and it's annoying the Hell out of me," He expressed.

James did a double take, scrunching his eyebrows together. "Y/N?! You're telling me that all this is about that snake?" James asked in disbelief.

Sirius glared at him harshly. Who were they to know whether she was a snake or not? They'd never bothered to figure it out. They'd made assumptions, unfair assumptions. But what was it about her that made him realise this? Why was it about Y/N Lynn that made him want to...change? She was cracking the exterior he'd worked so hard to build and finding her way into his mind.

"Do we know that?" Sirius whispered, more to himself than to James.

"Of course we know that! They all are!" James shouted in response.

"Are they? Are they prongs?! I know my brother can be a bit of an idiot, but does that make him evil? Should we pull shitty pranks on him too? We don't know half of these people, and maybe we should be more careful about what we say," Sirius exclaimed.

"What are you talking about, Pads? What's this rubbish you're trying to feed to me?! What ar-"

"Alright," Remus interrupted, "You know, I think Sirius is right on this one. But Pads, do you really know this girl?" Remus asked, trying to compromise, hear both sides, as he always did.

"Does it matter? She was right," Sirius said, walking away.

He was done with the conversation, just as he was finally done with Y/N Lynn. He’d made his point, and now there was no need to think about it any longer. Whether James listened or not, it wasn't his problem. He’d said his piece.

But the night was a sleepless one. Seeing Y/N on the Quidditch pitch that day changed something in him. The day before, he was far too angry to analyse or rationalist her words and realise that they made sense. But standing in the Quidditch stands, watching his best friend glare at her from across the pitch, he knew. But it wasn't just that, she made him feel something. Like walking in the dark, knowing someone was out there with you but not knowing if they could be trusted. Like walking in the dark with your own fear and safety clasped in each hand. She was as dangerous and chaotic as she was calm and tranquil. She was an enigma, one that Sirius was willing to take the time to unravel, if he could.

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The next morning, Sirius made his way down to the Great Hall for breakfast as he always did. James and Remus were already there and he had a sneaking suspicion that James wouldn't stay. As Sirius sat down, James got up abruptly.

"Quidditch practise," he mumbled.

"Is not for another hour!" Sirius shouted after him, but he didn't respond.

"He's just being stubborn, he'll come around," Remus said.

"Yeah, when he stops being a git," spat Sirius.

He looked to Remus and they both began to laugh heartily. He felt better already and he knew this was only a temporary distance. By chance, he glanced up and caught sight of Y/N at the Slytherin table. She looked tired, but better than when he had previously seen her in the courtyard, tears streaming down her cheeks, staining them with another heartache.

He couldn't make out his thoughts about last night. He supposed he never would without knowing the full story, and he was only handed pieces of it and expected to piece together the problem without all the answers.

Y/N couldn't stop thinking about Sirius either, and all the rage he sparked within her, all the hate. And yet, she couldn't help but be drawn to him. But why? It seemed as if he was being repeatedly thrown in her path. The game, the courtyard, their...altercation (when she sent him flying into a wall). Sirius was a strange feeling, a sort of storm that you knew was only temporary, and was to be followed by bright skies and blooming flowers.

But no more, she was done with Sirius Black. She had no ties to him, nothing at all. She rubbed her inner wrist, the black paw print in the same place it always had been. Where he had touched her. No more ties, right?

"Y/N," Narcissa pulled her out of her trance, "You haven't eaten anything again. Are you sure you're alright?" She asked, placing her hand on hers.

"Fine," she smiled, reassuring her. But Narcissa was not convinced and neither was Regulus.

"C'mon," she said, getting up.

"What?"

"Come on," she clasped her hands and pulled her up, "We're going for a walk!" She said, dragging her out of the hall and leaving her untouched food behind.

"What about Reg?" She asked.

"He'll be fine for half an hour or so," She scoffed.

Y/N followed Narcissa silently out into the fresh, crisp air. It was refreshing to have something new to enjoy. Neither she nor Narcissa said anything for a long while. Perhaps she wasn't going to say anything at all. She led her down towards the forest, somewhere they frequently visited. It was where they practiced spells and where they went when they needed to talk about something. So she was going to talk.

She led her further in and walked towards their favourite spot, beneath one particularly large tree that was split into two at the bottom, growing into two separate trees. There was no sunshine, just grey clouds on a dull morning. There were no birds, no creatures scurrying into the bushes, just a small hint of wind chilling the forest air. Narcissa sat on a small grass patch by the tree, patting the space opposite her.

"Fess up, sweets," she said.

She sighed, she could never hide anything from her, she knew that and was using it to her advantage. Sneaky. But that was what Slytherins prided themselves on.

"Alright," Y/N conceded.

Y/N told Narcissa all about Sirius asking if she was okay when she was sitting out in the courtyard, and why she was crying. Narcissa already knew, of course, but she still listened. She told her how infuriated Sirius could make her become, but how guilty she felt for lashing out at him. She told him how strangely she felt about him, how she couldn’t shake it. Narcissa listened to Y/N until she was finished, not saying anything, not judging, just listening intently, taking in her every word.

"Y/N, you know how much I hate him, and his friends, but I don't think he meant any harm by asking. Just this once, I think he was being genuine," she said, rubbing Y/N’s back as she sniffled, remembering the events.

"You might regret saying that after I tell you that the day when I stupefied him into the wall, he grabbed my wrist, remember?" She asked, making sure this all made sense to her.

Narcissa’s stomach dropped as she sighed heavilg. “Your soulmate mark," she whispered, realisation plain on her face.

"Yeah," said Y/N, looking down.

"But what would that have to do with him? A black paw print?" Y/N asked, Narcissa was always more intuitive than she was.

"I don't know, I can't think of anything. Unless he's an animagus, but I’d know that from the family, I would have thought,” she said, thinking carefully, “He would be registered, I can easily check that, I suppose. But I don’t think he is,” she added.

"Maybe it's just a coincidence then," Y/N smiled, weakly.

She was oddly disappointed from the conversation. Did she want it to be him? This inexplicable pull she felt towards him wasn’t coincidental, but she wasn’t quite ready to accept that yet. Because if she was wrong, that would hurt far more. And besides, who said you had to rush to forever?

"I don't get how you can defend him," Y/N scoffed, remembering Narcissa was there next to her.

"Because I don't think Sirius is all that bad, at least not when it comes to you and Reg," she began, "Our family is...complicated, and we hardly ever see eye to eye. But just like Reg, I think Sirius is just lost."

Y/N looked at her best friend, who'd been subjected to their harsh words for years. But perhaps there was more beneath the surface. Family was everyone's weakness. She smiled earnestly.

"And that's why you're better than them, Cissy," she hummed.

- - -

Y/N rolled out of bed Monday morning. The sunflowers by her bed were drooping slightly; they weren't getting enough light. She placed them in the window, smiling at them fondly. She slipped her uniform on and headed out into the Slytherin common room. Narcissa was waiting for her on the sofa, Regulus nowhere to be seen.

"Finally. I was beginning to think you thought it was still the weekend," she laughed.

"No, sorry. I was just a bit distracted is all," she replied, walking over to her.

"Don't worry about it. I'm hungry though," she said, getting up and walking towards the door.

"Oh bugger, I forgot my wand. Go ahead, I'll catch up," Y/N said, patting her arm and turning away.

When she reach the dorm, she headed straight to the little table by her bed and grabbed her wand. She gave one last look at the sunflowers that seemed to be perking up a little, and left. She skipped down to the Great Hall, in a better mood that she had been in the last few days. But she bumped into someone as she entered.

"Sorry I- oh, Sirius," she cut off her apology.

"I don't deserve an apology then?" He smirked.

"Well I-" she started, ready for her own fiery response, "Sorry," she relented, releasing the tension in her shoulders.

He looked slightly taken aback. Her resolve weakened the more she looked at him. What was it about him? Stupid Sirius Black, tangling her emotions up with his simplicity of words.

"I mean it, I'm sorry about the way I acted the other night. It wasn't fair," she admitted, not quite believing that the words were coming out of her mouth. But that didn't change the gravity or meaning of them. He adjusted his footing, eyebrows scrunching together, bowing his head.

"Yeah, you were rude but" He began, rubbing the back of his neck, "I could have handled things better as well," he agreed, looking at her.

"I don't believe I heard the specific word," she teased, "But I don't mean about that night. You did nothing wrong then," she said, eyeing him knowingly.

"I'm sorry, about...what I've done to Narcissa in the past. And to other certain Slytherins, the ones who didn’t deserve it," he said, slightly begrudgingly. She smiled contentedly.

"Apology accepted. I think I-"

"Oi! Sirius, don't get too close, snakes lure you in before they bite!" James shouted from his seat at the Gryffindor table, laughing at his own choice of words.

Blood boiled within Y/N as she balled her fists, glaring at the proud, ignorant Gryffindor. She waited for Sirius to say something, but he didn't. He didn't do anything, absolutely nothing. He didn't even look at her.

"Merlin, I hate myself for thinking that- that- ugh!" She said out loud, clearly exasperated.

She left Sirius to watch as she stormed away, hopefully cursing himself as much as she surely was. Sirius stormed over to James.

"Do you ever shut your mouth Prongs?! Because I suggest you exercise the practice a little bit more!" He hissed, looking at Y/N before he left. She was watching him. At least he had that.

Y/N did see Sirius, but could she really let that sway her? She should have been done with him, as she had told herself. Why wasn't she? Why wasn't Sirius?

"Y/N, I managed to sneak a look at the records. Sirius isn't a registered animagus," she beamed, expecting that to be the best answer she could give her. But to Y/N’s surprise, there was a sinking feeling in her stomach. She held Sirius' gaze as he left the hall.

"I wanted it to be him," she whispered.

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loyalflutist · 6 years ago

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Knight in Shining Armor (F!Byleth x Dorothea)

Challenge: Bylethea Week 2019 (Twitter) Day 6: After the War

A/N: This is actually a direct continuation of Day 5′s OS, so feel free to refer to that! Otherwise, it could still act as a standalone in a way.

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Would this be the last time she would see her wife? That sort of question never crossed through Byleth’s mind. No matter how many times she was sent out under Edelgard’s orders, she would always return home.

She was unstoppable. Despite her weakened health, despite the frail heart, despite the abnormal gait, Byleth lived up to her nickname as the Ashen Demon. The woman easily crushed their spirits by mere existence. Terror ran through their spine, her enemies frantically cutting her down. Their actions were elementary. Byleth simply had to sidestep a few times and swing the Sword of Creator with a flick of her wrist. Victory was always one-sided for the Adrestian Empire against Those Who Slither in the Dark.

But what about this time?

A shaky exhale slithered out of her bleeding lips, her head hung, and wrists bound from behind the chair. Droplets of cool water dribbled in the background as the bruised warrior slowly breathed. Goosebumps formed on her exposed skin after having shed the tattered, large overcoat, the piece of attire crumbled in the far corner. Byleth shuddered from the chilly damp atmosphere.

‘ I messed up big time, didn’t I. ‘

Was 29 years of age starting to catch up to her? Impossible, as her deceased father, Jeralt, was far older than that and was in tip-top shape. Could it be from arrogance? Byleth relished in the pride of becoming a hero for the Adrestian Empire and for striking fear in the hearts of her enemies as the Ashen Demon. Whatever it was, she couldn’t fix her mistake. She was stuck in this underground cellar with no natural light peeking in, only the faint, neon blue, technological lights inscribed into the solid walls.

It was a trap she should have seen from a mile away. She, Edelgard, and Ferdinand raced to tackle the main headquarter of Those Who Slither in the Dark. Other members of the Black Eagles Strike Squad were to act as a diversion to the terrorist organization. Soldiers and commanders engaged in a violent skirmish as the three headed into the depths of Shambhala and descended into the secret tunnel.

Edelgard led the two volunteers deep into the dark terrain. Man-made lights eventually filled their vision and dispersed the black surroundings. They were greeted with the city standing without light. Yet it was too late for the trio as the emperor stepped on a thin, silver wire. Boobytraps were rare in this time era. Technological advancements procured simple ones, but not ones that were as futuristic as the ones Those Who Slither in the Dark had.

She hurriedly grabbed the back of their attires and summoned all her strength to chuck them backward. The impressive feat caused the nobles to fly away from their professor. A loud slam echoed throughout the suffocating chamber, a metal barred box trapping its prey. And the moment they landed on their behinds, Byleth was surrounded by hidden assassins and soldiers, their lances, daggers, and swords aimed at the encased female. Edelgard and Ferdinand were spared the misfortune of being captured by the cursed group thanks to Byleth.

Or rather, this was Those Who Slither in the Dark’s intention.

‘ At least they ran away. I don’t know what would’ve happened if they were captured too… ‘

The tales Edelgard and Hubert spoke of about the dreadful organization were full of truths. What made matters worse was the fact that they hadn’t spoken about the horrifying details that encompassed Those Who Slither in the Dark.

“You still awake?” Their dark, lanky boots stopped in front of her. Byleth’s eyes trailed upward to the captor’s face. The sight of the cruel male made her blood run cold. It was none other than Thales, the leader of Those Who Slither in the Dark. A faint smirk ran across his lips as he remarked, “You just don’t know when to give up, do you, Byleth?”

“…”

She glared at him. Seeing as how she will not answer to his rhetorical question, Thales came closer to the wounded female. Standing above the limped ex-mercenary, he added,

“Your body houses the same power that we’ve bestowed to Nemesis. I think it is time we resurrect him.”

“In your dreams,” she spat on his shoes. Never losing that fiery gaze, the teal-haired harshly whispered, “I don’t have the power of the progenitor god anymore. You’re too late.”

“Yet you are still connected to Sothis. Am I wrong?”

“…”

Another silent treatment. This time, it was not well-received, Thales sinking his fist into her abdomen. Byleth’s navy eyes widened, her mouth wide open from the sudden strike. He kept his hand buried into her abdomen and bent down just enough to speak into her eardrum.

“I suggest you tell us the truth, Byleth. You will suffer if you do not.”

“Nngh…”

Despite having the wind knocked out of her system, Byleth remained steadfast on keeping her mouth shut. The torture she endured from him earlier was nothing… sort of. His methods of roughing her up were more extreme compared to the times when she was a mercenary. However, if she was able to survive two of his sessions in the past two days, she could bear through another. Another sharp gasp left her throat when Thales twisted his wrist, burrowing the fist further in. The immense pressure squeezed uncomfortably upon her intestines.

“Think carefully, Byleth. I wouldn’t want to get answers from you the same way as I did to Dorothea.”

“!!!”

This was a first! Fury colored her vision red as she snapped open her jaw. She instantly lurched forward to bite his ear. Tear that pale cartilage off and make him suffer, even if it’s for a little bit. It was unfortunate that he pulled away just in time. His hand was gone, but it instantly came back to her, this time to the face. He socked her squarely on the nose. It was shocking that the fragile body part hadn’t been crushed or fractured from the powerful blow.

An outcry was heard from her and the weight of her body caused the steel chair to fall sideways. She winced when her head collided against the smooth flooring. Stars danced in her vision as the neon lights blinded half of her sight. Byleth groaned from the burst of needle-like pains frenzied her face and skull. She nearly blacked out… but wouldn’t allow herself to do so. Instead, Byleth forced herself to shoot a glare at the leader.

Thales felt humored. He took one step and pressed his foot against her side. The weight of his boot caused her ribs to creak, Byleth biting her tongue to remain silent.

“Don’t act so surprised, Byleth. Those Who Slither in the Dark know everything and everyone in Fodlan… especially you.”

Tears pricked from the corner of her eyes as the old male began his dialogues.

“Dorothea Arnault… She was a precious… hostage. No… Hostage is not the right word. She was vital to finding you. At least, that’s what we originally thought.”

Byleth gasped when he stomped on her bruised side, his features contorted.

“That cursed songstress had nothing to tell us! Even after we’ve tortured her, she wouldn’t tell her where you are. Had it not been for Edelgard von Hresvelg either, we would’ve killed her off long ago.”

“…”

Just… why didn’t Dorothea tell her this? Weren’t they wives now? Byleth grimaced. Ever since she came back from her coma, she immediately leapt back into the fray. The Black Eagles Strike Squad and the Adrestian Empire were so preoccupied with the three-way war… When the instructor had tea sessions with the opera singer, she would never touch upon events that occurred during the five years Byleth disappeared. Thinking back upon it… Byleth never really tried to delve into her wife’s traumatic history. Even when they got together, Dorothea strongly urged that they make new memories in place of old ones.

‘ It’s no wonder why Dorothea argued with me… ‘

It wasn’t just weak health or missing her wife in the end. Dorothea feared that the same fate she experienced would befall upon the very person she loved. Too bad Byleth didn’t listen to her… and it was horrible that Byleth never took the time out of her day to really sit down and relieve Dorothea of the nightmares and depression that plagued the poor woman.

“…I have something to say to you… Thales…”

Thales’s attention reverted to the warrior. A shadow overcame his white eyes as Byleth snarled, “You’re going to regret touching my wife.”

“Wife? How amusing.” He slammed his foot once more. “All the more reason to move forward with our plans.”

“I’m going to kill you..!” She gritted her teeth and barked, “You’ll wish you’ve never captured me here!”

Anger was a foreign concept to the retired professor. She may be irritated and annoyed, but never scathing in pure fury. Byleth squirmed under his iron foothold. Thales squinted his eyes. Then, he laughed. She was just like a bug! The way she squirmed and growled at him… she was more pathetic than a bug, actually! He couldn’t hurt her anymore. In fact, he didn’t want to, the sight of the struggling warrior far too entertaining.

Thales took a couple of steps back. “Perhaps keeping you here for another day isn’t going to hurt our resources. Besides…” He snapped his fingers. One of the two followers for the organization stepped forward from the cell. “I would like to find Dorothea again. This might make you talk.”

“YOU…” Byleth hollered, watching in horror as the listener took a step away from the premise, “DON’T YOU DARE LAY A FINGER ON HER!”

“Not unless you tell us what we need to know,” Thales warned.

“…”

“Smile, Byleth. You have a choice here. I’m not all that generous. I’ve never given anyone any options… not even to Edelgard and Dorothea.”

“You monster!”

“Only if you make me one.”

Byleth audibly snarled at their leader as a dog. She viciously tugged against the bondage and desperately wiggled out of her ensnarement. Thales never was a man to play around. His words were absolute. Those Who Slither in the Dark would always accomplish their goals. Their passion and determination were frightening. The teal-haired slowly lost her strength to fight for freedom and pummel him into submission. Byleth laid still, her chest rapidly rising and falling, her hues darkened while watching the sadistic man.

Was it really going to end this way? In the end, she was never going to come home, was she? If she did… would it cost Dorothea’s life?

Byleth squeezed her eyes shut.

‘ I’m… I’m so sorry, Dorothea… ‘

“ARGH!”

The remaining guard in this room bellowed from the top of his lungs. Byleth’s and Thale’s attention swerved to the man. He was on fire, the flames searing through his exposed epidermis, the black cloths and chainmail melting into his sensitive skin. Screams and wails filled the cramped room as he dashed out of the room. Thales could hardly cast a spell of his own when electricity crackled through his sturdy figure. Yet what would have downed most ordinary man or woman did not apply to the leader.

“You…!”

At that moment, Byleth stared at the person, who wielded the Sword of Creator, standing before the greatest enemy in Fodlan.

“Dorothea…?”

How did she manage— But… why?

Standing behind Dorothea was none other than Edelgard and Hubert. They both quickly parted way towards Byleth as Thales’s gaze focused on only one person: Dorothea. A bead of sweat slid down his face as he forced a chuckle.

“What a surprise to see you again, Dorothea. Did you come here to die?”

“Not today,” the songstress pointed the relic in his direction. Although one should not use these ancient weapons, ever since the disappearances of the Crests and its system dissolvement, these artifacts were nothing more than ordinary weapons adorned in mystical materials. (Excluding Byleth, who still possess some inherited level of the Crest of Flames thanks to Sothis’s permanent connection.) Dorothea frowned. “I’ve come to take back my professor and defeat you.”

“Defeat me? You?” He almost buckled from laughter. “You’re nothing compared to the strength I have.”

When she charged forward with the Sword of Creator, Thales grinned. It was reckless of her. Did she not learn this from the Officers Academy of rushing headfirst without a plan? Dark energy enveloped his dominant hand as he reeled it back. He didn’t bother to use up all his energy in delivering a punishing blow. A direct hit to her stomach. Dorothea felt a spray of pain seep into her surrounding muscles as spit flew out of her mouth. At that same moment, the sword slipped out of her grasp and flew upward into the air. The songstress flew in the opposite direction and slammed into the thick wall.

Dorothea managed to crack an eye open as Thales came close.

“See? You were never a challenge, to begin with.”

She coughed and stared up at the intimidating man. Then, she slyly smiled.

“You… You may be right, but… I have my wife!”

“What—?!”

Thales had an issue with hyper fixation. When Edelgard and Hubert slipped past his figure, he was so focused on Dorothea, his mind automatically ignored them. It was a devastating biological mistake to make. And he cursed them.

Turning around caused the Sword of Creator, bright in its glory, to puncture into his chest. Blood flowed into his mouth and trickled out as the tip protruded out of his back. Byleth had slammed the blade so hard, the hilt smashed right into his chest cavity. Thales could only gasp for breath. His hands violently shook, the pair grabbing ahold of Byleth’s back. His fingertips tried to claw at her in a futile attempt to get back. What he didn’t notice was how weak his attempts were.

Byleth tore the weapon out of his tainted body. Then, she twirled the sword and gave a diagonal slash in his direction. Blood spurted from his newly-formed gash, its crimson substance splattered onto her weakened figure. His death was immediate after the final blow. When he crumbled to the ground, the injured professor glanced at Dorothea.

“Dorothea…”

Dorothea had gotten up from the floor, brushing the debris that soiled her vermillion robe. The punch that the songstress had sustained was minimized thanks to the thick armor plate hidden underneath the attire. (It was a good thing she had listened to Byleth long ago about it.) Linhardt, who was supposed to be retired in a remote village, was present and had cast white magic on Dorothea’s injuries in addition. This made her healthy as a horse, ready to get into another fight if needed.

“…”

Byleth felt like the invisible weight amplified its pressure on her shoulders. The ex-mercenary’s knees buckled, the sensation overwhelming her balance. Her vision began to fade in and out, the whole world begins to tilt sideways.

“Byleth!”

Dorothea rushed in to catch her slumped lover. Byleth barely held onto her consciousness as she murmured,

“You came…”

“Of course I did,” her wife responded.

It was a good thing Dorothea listened to her gut feelings. Since the night she tossed and turned, Linhardt stopped by that same night, providing a message that they should hurry to Shambhala. He predicted that their presence is needed now more than ever for Byleth. How did he know? Linhardt prefers to call it an educated guess... or it was just another fancy way of saying that he had a horrible nagging feeling like Dorothea. Regardless, they hurried as fast as they could to the destination from afar. Bumping into Edelgard, Ferdinand, and Hubert was by chance. That led them to crawl into the underground city and demolish the dreadful organization.

She shifted her position so she could cup one side of Byleth’s swollen face. Scabs from old cuts and broken skin riddled parts of her sturdy features. Dorothea dryly swallowed, knowing that her face would be scarred. She had once been captured by Those Who Slither in the Dark. They hadn't tortured her as Thales bluffed it to be, but it wasn't a pleasant experience either, Edelgard luckily coming to her rescue. The fact that they did a number on Byleth... Dorothea felt her blood pressure rise.

“Oh, why did he do this to you…?”

“Probably… bored out of his mind…”

“This is no joking matter!”

Then again, if she was able to joke around, that probably meant Byleth isn’t in danger of dying. She hadn’t lost much blood either, save it for the beating she’s experienced these past three days. The songstress had to resist the temptation to shake her wife silly when the teacher added,

“Looks like my… my knight… in shining armor… came to save me.” Byleth faint smiled. “Thank you…”

From that day onward, Those Who Slither in the Dark were no more, the remaining members arrested and executed for their criminal activities. Byleth was finally able to retire from her duty as a tactician and a key figure to dismantling the corrupted group. Not that she had a choice as her weakened health began to deteriorate even more after the events with Thales. Going into battle was still possible, but it was more out of self-defense and last resort. It pained the professor to use a cane for the rest of her life... but at least she was alive and by her wife's side. Now, she was stuck with the duty of handling simple responsibilities such as watching over the house and hosting her famous tea sessions with alumni.

Tranquility befalls them. At long last, they were finally able to live their lives in peace. Yet what if danger arises again?

"It's my turn to be your knight and protector, Byleth," Dorothea boldly proclaimed as they snuggled in the comfort of their homes. The two spouses laid on the bed, the songstress resting her head on top of her wife's chest. Their fingers were intertwined as she continued, "I'll always come to your rescue... just as how you did with me."

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just-kessho · 6 years ago

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Ambrosia: Dazai Happiness Week

[Day 6] Memories

AU: None

Warnings: mentions of suicide and descriptions of blood and torture (*cough* Dazai *cough*).

[Day 1] [Day 2] [Day 3] [Day 4] [Day 5] [Here] [Day 7]

There are also references to the main ‘Ambrosia’ story but you don’t need to read the main one to understand this one – think of them as Easter eggs.

Dazai was not a huge fan of the cold. The icy edges of his heart that never seemed to melt even in summer (when all he – and everybody that he knew of – wanted was to turn the air conditioner on at full blast, stick an ice lolly in his mouth and lazily watch the clouds drift by), where his bones were still frozen in time, his movements robotic and painfully slow as if he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Some days, when his memories were of nothing but bloodcurdling screams of the dead and curses of the tortured-

(Fingernails ripped open, the blood that coated the unfortunate man’s fingers were painful to look at. Still, that did nothing to stop the demon prodigy from advancing towards the torture victim. Sunken eyes stared up at him, looking at the eighteen-year-old and wondering what his next move will be. Dazai didn’t say anything, he didn't need to…

… because if the human – or well, the figure that had one too many cuts and holes in his body and was mumbling in a foreign language with a mouth that moved too fast to theoretically be human – chained to the seat next to the defiant man was of any clues, he will end up like his partner.

And the horrifying thing?

The youngest mafia executive, Dazai Osamu, had already got every information available from the trembling victim. He just wanted to see whether the method that he suddenly conjured up was effective or not.

… The demon drenched in black blood, mocked and laughed at the unfortunate, just as Dazai advanced towards the silent man that had his fate already sealed when his organisation decided to go up against the Port Mafia.)

-the brunette thought that perhaps he really felt like he was carrying the sins of the living. It didn't help – at all – that no matter how he washed his body, the smell of metallic that doesn’t- that didn’t belong to him still clung on, just like the frost of winter that refused to budge, on his body.

“You don’t deserve this tranquillity.” a small voice harshly whispered in his ears. Distorted echoes of his past… in his memories plagued his mind from the times of young.

They whispered the reality of his situation… the absolute truth… the truth that he wasn’t a good man, and that he will never be despite him following his departed friend’s wishes.

Despite the smiling faces of his workmates beaming up at him.

Dazai was snapped out of his trance when a familiar sight greeted him.

The scenery was something straight out of a snow globe, with the snow silently piling up, laying the port city in a thick blanket of white in a way that made the noises hush down to a bare minimum somehow.

Orange were cast by the many city lights to light up the tranquil scenery, engulfing the city by the sea in a warming glow… even Port Mafia headquarters, usually completely in black, standing tall and ominous, were shaded by a faint glow of gold.

Honestly, if Dazai were a photographer instead of a detective, he would take a picture, no doubt, and that would win the photo of the year.

But that does not mean he did not appreciate it.

“Ah, good evening.” it was Dazai who had spoken.

Nostalgia. The brunette was suddenly hit with a wave of nostalgia. The woman that had her gentle gaze towards the city as a silent protector was no longer small and fragile (though such a word never really was used to describe her), and the kimono that she had on was no longer the colour of snowflakes and the sky in twilight.

Though what never changed were her [hair colour] that framed her face, looking even more elegant and exquisite than whatever attire she had on, and that [eye colour] that reflected all the wonders of the universe – and his universe.

Hmm… but the [Name] in his memories did not remember their first meeting, at all. Thus he wondered, whether this particular greeting will turn into a precious memory stored solely for him to watch, or something that could be shared.

“Hey, Dazai.”

Ah, that voice. Rough yet soft, determined yet with a hint of sorrow, clear but quiet at the same time… it was these contradictions that Dazai knew, from her voice alone, that it was [Surname] [Name] that he was talking to.

Not the illusionary woman that held the secrets of life and death in her eyes that he somehow caught a glimpse of in those [eye colour] orbs before disappearing all together, leaving no trace of her remains, but the [Name] that was shot and bled to death, thus revealing her Gift. The [Name] that with dialogues that were – and are – completely out of his calculations. The [Name] that somehow made it back from-

“Hey, you all right?”

“Hmm? Oh yes, I was just admiring your beauty~”

She didn’t seem to totally believe him, yet the topic was never pushed. And for that, Dazai was grateful, for he didn’t think he could stomach making a trip down memory lane that described, in great detail, her total d-

Hmm, he was doing it again, wasn’t he?

“You know, I think Kunikida-kun is decorating the agency with the help of Atsushi-kun and others as we speak. Why don’t we go and lend them a hand?”

“Sure! And I’ll try to see if I can make a hangman’s noose and hang mys-”

“No.”

“… Ouch, so harsh, my dear…”

The action of her hand – with the palm up – in his sight right in from of him, waiting for him to take it, touched his heart greatly, it was, after all a subtle way of letting Dazai himself choose what he wanted to do. The mafia gave him as much choice as a grain of sand. His bandaged hand in hers, and a reassuring squeeze was felt.

Perhaps it was a way of saying that they were still alive.

Perhaps it was a way of saying to look forward to the absurd decorations that Ranpo will no doubt hang.

Perhaps… it was just her own way of trying to clear away the demons that plagued his memories.

“Hmm, I wonder what [Name]-chan’s wish for the New Year will be…”

“The same as last year. And Tanabata as well.”

“Wow, wasting all of those free-wishing events just for a single, unchanging wish?”

“Yes – it is what I wanted to wish with all my heart, after all. Come on, I have a feeling Kunikida-kun just gave up on everything just then.”

Thus with that and the sound of Dazai’s infectious laughter, the couple ran hand-in-hand towards the red-bricked building.

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[1] Tanabata – a festival in July/August (the date varies from region to region, but the first festivities begin on 7th July) in Japan that includes people writing their wishes on pieces of paper and hanging them on bamboo branches. It’s also called the Star Festival.

@dazaixhappinessweek2k19

Yes, I’m still doing this like the procrastinator I am.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #dazai osamu (bsd)#dazai x reader #dazaixhappinessweek2k19 #reader insert #fluff #imported work #kunikida doppo (mentioned)#edogawa ranpo (mentioned)#Ambrosia: Dazai Happiness Week

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fionarhiannon · 6 years ago

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London, March 15th & 16th.

‘Betrayal’ @ The Harold Pinter Theatre.

Lovely two days in London meeting up with a friend and going to see Betrayal.

We had tickets for Friday night, and I was so excited to finally see it.

It was everything I’d hoped from what I’d read from others, and more.

Has you really laughing one moment and pulls you in to the point I could feel my eyes itch, the tears prickling. The pauses are perfectly done, that uncomfortbility filling the theatre. You could hear a pin drop in those moments (or, in the Royal Circle Standing where I was Friday night, the clink Of a glass being cleaned in the bar behind us)

The staging works so well. You’re drawn to the shadows, and to the third character remaining on stage when it isn’t their scene. A constant reminder of the casualties of an affair. Pointedly, when Emma and Robert’s daughter appears on stage, Jerry throws her up, just as they talked up. But there is her father, and she runs into his arms, sits on his lap, and they cuddle, as the stage revolves around Jerry and Emma and one of their afternoons. Absolutely heartbreaking.

I like Zawe’s Emma, but I have to say, Charlie and Tom give powerful performances that really highlight the betrayal. Of course, Pinter used repetition fantastically in his dialogue, and it’s something they deliver beautifully. Particularly when Jerry invites Robert over after learning Emma confesses to the affair, and Robert’s smugness over telling him he’s known for four years - Tom sits there so casually as he lands that blow, his words laced. And again for the restaurant scene, as Jerry tries to keep his cool, his near slip ups. Audience gasps really add to it - we can all feel these blows he’s being landed. We can all feel the weight of every layer of betrayal.

Friday night we attempted stage door. Charlie has to leave straight away, but Zawe quickly came down the line, signing and thanking us as we thanked her (and she ordered her Uber 😂).

Saturday I was lucky enough to get a ticket to the matinee performance. I was luckier with stage door that day. I was next in Line to meet Tom when Charlie came out, so I quickly asked Charlie to come over. He signed for me and I thanked him, whilst taking a picture of him. He’s said “do you want to just...” I cut in “selfie? Can you do that?” He said “of course!” So I flipped the camera. We were in abit of a right spot so we were both trying to keep my phone steady. We snapped a few (all featuring my double chin) and I thanked him again. “Thank you lovely” he said. I turned and Tom was waiting for me. He said it was nice to see me again and then noticed my injury. “Oh no! What happened?!” He asked. I explained my knee ligament injury and how it was affecting my back and hips. “How did you do that?” He asked. I told him that I coach kids football and did it. “Oh I’m so sorry, how long will it take to heal?” He asked as he signed my programme. I told him the doctor said roughly 4-6 weeks, however it’s been a while and was getting worse. “You going to have physio therapy?” He asked, and I said yes as he took my phone off me. “Shall we do this then?” He asked, holding my phone out. The first one was at our level, and after battling our British weather, my hair was frizzy and I’d stuck it up and just... ugh. I turned my head towards him and muttered “god I look like shit”. Tom chuckled and said “no you don’t! Here, let’s do this” then took another from an above angle. I thanked him, quickly said the play was brilliant, and started to hobble away, he watched me and my friend behind gave me some room. “Oh, I left something with security for you last night - it’s an anthology. My first published piece of writing in it, and it was inspired by Betrayal” I told him. I’ve been waiting for months to find a way to get it to him, especially when I heard he was doing Betrayal. “Oh that’s fantastic! Thank you very much” he said. “You’re welcome, bye Tom” I said and turned more as my friend approached him. There’s two cars parked there so a little difficult to get through - I had to side step like a crab haha. “Oh, and I hope you feel better soon, take care and rest up!” He added, smiling. “Thank you Tom, take care,” I responded. He’s so attentive and kind. The more I see him work and engage with fans, the more I love him. He seems like such a fantastic, genuine person, and I honestly have never had an experience with him that could make me judge him harshly. Such a fantastic two days.

EDIT: just wanted to add, Friday night because we were rather close when Tom stopped signing, I saw people get very snippy with security. There are two guys - one I know is called Danny (I encountered him at McKellan’s King Lear which is how I know his name - freaked him out when I used it though haha) and I don’t know the name of the other guy, but for the sake of this we’ll call him Security 1 (S1)

S1 went up and down telling everyone not to tell them your life story. You can have a photo or an autograph, and this is to keep the line moving so they can see as many people as possible. This is a fair way of doing it, however on Friday night some people spent a lot of time talking to Tom. Trust me, I can understand how you want to try tell Tom what he means to you etc. What grinded my gears was hearing people bite at S1 and Danny for not moving people on. For not making sure we all get Tom. One person even said “but I brought a ticket” prompting Danny to respond - calmly - “but this isn’t a meet and greet, you saw the play you paid for” and shrug. I overheard all of this whilst I patiently waited for S1 to ask him if he could leave the anthology for Tom inside (which he kindly said he would and I thanked him before leaving). Don’t bite at people who are just doing their jobs, please. We were joking in queue that night about Charlie (until we found out why he didn’t come out), I was even pretending to whine, saying his name and jokes that I was going to shout him or rattle the barriers. Point is, we were laughing and I didn’t do it. I didn’t say anything to security. Stage Door isn’t a given. It’s a bonus if it works out. S1 even made a joke when staff walked past. “Sorry guys! These guys aren’t doing stage door either!” And we all laughed. S1 was in a cheekier mood on Saturday. “Please don’t tell them your life story - they know how amazing they are, that’s why they’re on in the West End!” To reiterate, these are just guys doing their job, and as in any walk of life, if you’re polite to them, they’ll be polite to you too.

#tom hiddleston #charlie cox #zawe ashton #betrayal #harold pinter

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fucking-spiderman-blog · 7 years ago

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Happy- T.H. (Hogwarts A.U.)

Pairing: Slytherin!Tom x Reader

Prompt: In which Tom Holland is basically Draco Malfoy- a tortured soul that takes it out on others.

Warnings: Language, Angst, Make-out Scene

Word Count: 3,318

MASTERLIST

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Reader’s P.O.V.

I adjusted my green and silver tie and pulled my robe back onto my shoulders. I waved goodbye to my parents as I stepped onto the train to Hogwarts for the final time. The sounds and sights of the train were all so familiar and I felt a little sad that it would be my last time heading to Hogwarts. I passed through multiple carriages, until I reached the other Slytherins. I peered into the windows until I found my best friend, Harrison.

Harrison and I grew up together, so when we were both sorted into Slytherin, we practically became inseparable. Unfortunately, he had become acquainted with some rather unsavory characters, specifically Thomas Holland. The Holland’s were filthy rich. There were even rumours that his parents were death eaters. Harrison assured me that Tom wasn��t that bad once you get to know him, but I had a hard time getting past the whole death eater situation.

Despite having Harrison as a mutual friend, Tom and I constantly butt heads. I wasn’t afraid to call him out for being a dick, and he wasn’t afraid to talk back to me. Not to mention, Tom was a huge flirt. But not in the cute way. In the way where he would do it for the express purpose of being annoying.

When I found Harrison, he was sitting with Tom, of course. I greeted Harrison with a bright smile and a hug, while I greeted Tom with a curt nod of the head.

“Thomas,” I said shortly, with my eyebrows raised. His lips curled into a smirk.

“Nice to see you too, y/l/n. You’re looking radiant as always,” he sneered. I contorted my face in disgust at him, and turned my attention back to Harrison.

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The train ride was rather uneventful. I tried to ignore Tom as much as possible, keeping my attention on my conversations with Harrison. Tom seemed to enjoy spending the train ride attempting to join our conversations, but not actually contributing anything useful to the dialogue. I managed to keep my cool until we arrived at Hogwarts, when I could finally get some space from Tom.

The Great Hall was majestic as always, with beautiful lights and decorations welcoming both new and old students. I always found the sorting to be a bit boring, and spent my time joking around with Harrison. We walked back to the Slytherin common room, where we hung out, trying to ignore the sounds of the first-years trying to find their ways around us. Time passed quickly, and everyone started shuffling up to their dorms for the night, preparing themselves for classes the next day. Shortly, I joined them, tucking myself in and shortly falling asleep.

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By seventh year, professors don’t really give us much of an introduction, but rather begin lectures on the first day of class. Snape was never and exception to this pattern. This year, he had prepared us a seating chart at the brewing tables, and the person paired up with us was to be our potions partner for the rest of the semester.

I hated this idea already, but it only got worse when I heard my name paired up with none other than Tom Holland’s.

“Guess you can’t stay away from me,” Tom greeted me as we met at our table.

“I wish you would stay away from me,” I muttered, harshly pulling the chair back into the table.

“You know I can’t do that,” Tom leaned closer to me and softly whispered towards my ear. His left arm brushed against my right arm and his words sent a slight shiver up my spine, which I disguised as a look of disgust.

Snape began the lecture, droning on monotonously. I struggled to keep from dozing off, and hardly noticed my hand doodling on the parchment in front of me. After a gruelling amount of time spent listening to Snape, he finally dismissed the class. I was eager to get away from Tom as quickly as possible, but both Tom and I were pulled aside by Snape.

“Miss y/l/n, your marks in this class are… remarkable,” Snape began. I nodded humbly, and Snape turned to Tom. “And Mr. Holland, yours are… not.” I was shocked when Tom hung his head down in shame. I always thought he was one of the top students- or at least that’s what he let on.

“Well, Mr. Holland, what are we going to do to fix that,” Snape questioned. Tom shrugged his shoulders. “Thomas, your parents expect much more from you. I would like Miss y/l/n to tutor you until your grades have improved.”

“Professor, I can’t-” I began to argue but Snape held a crooked finger in the air, silencing me.

“This is not a request, y/l/n. And if Mr. Holland’s grades do not improve, your grades will suffer as well,” Snape scolded me. I took a deep breath and nodded my head reluctantly in acceptance.

“You may be dismissed. I expect improvement,” Snape said with a wave of his hand. I moved quickly out of the room, trying to avoid any excess interaction with Tom.

“Y/l/n. Y/l/n. Y/n!” Tom called down the hall to me. I spun around aggressively to face him.

“What now, Thomas?” I hissed. He moved closer to me with a smirk on his face.

“Looks like we’re gonna be spending a little more time together,” Tom threw his arm around my shoulder, dragging me along with him. I rolled my eyes with a scoff.

“Just so we’re clear, I am only doing this because I have to. I hate this idea just as much as you do,” I snapped, causing Tom to laugh.

“Oh, then you must not hate it that much,” his voice was sly and the smirk was still plastered on his face.

“Can you please just leave me alone? I don’t know why you have to make my life so miserable!” I began to raise my voice in frustration, slipping out from underneath his arm, and quickly hurrying off. I didn’t look over my shoulder, but if I had, I probably would have noticed Tom softly saying my name and running his hands through his hair, exasperated.

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“I don’t know why Snape chose me! Plenty of other people could tutor him!” I vented to Harrison. I was pacing back and forth in the common room and Harrison laid on the leather couch, skimming the book he was holding.

“Mhmm,” Harrison hummed in response. I groaned at his response and checked the clock. 7:03. I was supposed to meet Tom in the potions classroom at 7:15 to tutor him. I threw my backpack over my shoulder and walked towards the room. Naturally, Tom showed up right at 7:15, dragging his feet and huffing about being there.

“I don’t want to be here anyways, Holland, but we have to, so you better pay attention,” I complained, opening the potions textbook, beginning to help Tom with a potion.

“No, Thomas, it says to add two-” I began to lecture, when I noticed him looking at me. “What are you looking at? You need to pay attention to this.”

“I- I’m sorry,” he muttered, turning his eyes back to the textbook. That was the first time in seven years I had ever heard him apologize for anything. He began to add the ingredients according to the instructions and stirring the potion as needed. I corrected him a few times, but by the end, we ended up with a bubbling mint green potion.

“Um… I don’t think this is right…” I questioned as I reread the instructions.

“What? Let me see that. I did it right,” Tom grabbed the book out of my hands. “Oh.”

The textbook claimed that the correct potion would become an emerald green, which our potion fell short of.

“Well, maybe if we just add some more-” Tom trailed off, and before I could stop him, he dropped a substance into the pot. The pot began to bubble more aggressively, before the bubbles started over flowing around the pot. I pushed Tom out of the way so I could stir the potion and calm the boiling, but suddenly the pot exploded with a large crack, sending ceramic shards and the boiling potion flying across the room.

Unfortunately, I was caught right in the path of a large piece of the cauldron. I felt the burn of the potion hit my body first, but as soon as the broken piece of ceramic hit my head, I no longer felt nor saw anything else.

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I woke up to hushed whispers. My head throbbed and my entire body ached, yet I strained to hear the voices.

“You did this on purpose!” the first voice hissed. “You hated her so much that you tried to kill her?”

“I did not! It was a complete accident! I would never try to hurt her!” the second voice defended. “Seriously, Haz. You know how I feel about her. I could never do that.” His voice dropped lower and became less defensive. I slowly opened my eyes, allowing myself to adjust to the light. I began to recognize the room I was in as the hospital wing, and the two figures around me were Harrison and Tom. As much as I wanted to call out to them to ask what happened, I shut my eyes again to continue listening to their conversation.

“I know, I know,” Harrison sighed. If I could see him, I imagine that he would have ran his hand through his hair in exasperation. “It just scares me, ya know? She’s like my little sister, and I need to protect her, but you can be such a dick to her!”

“Mate, she hates me. It’s the only way for me to get over her,” Tom said sadly.

“But it’s hurting her, Tom.”

“You think I don’t see that? I know it’s hurting her! Haz, I would do anything to be the one that got hurt in the explosion! I would do anything to have kept her safe,” Tom’s voice grew louder and more aggressive. I decided this would be a good time to “wake up”, in hopes that their argument wouldn’t continue.

I shifted in the bed, slowly dragging my hand up to rub my eyes, making a soft groaning noise as I “woke up”. Harrison and Tom all but ran next to my bed. Harrison’s hand instantly reached for my hand.

“Y/n, how are you feeling? Do you remember anything?” he said worriedly. I rolled my eyes and I assured him that I was fine. My eyes fell onto Tom’s face. He looked almost sympathetic and… sad. I gave him a small smile, which made his face appear softer.

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I was released from the hospital wing later that day, but my body still was sore. Harrison and Tom followed me around all day like lost puppies, despite my insistence that I was fine. Obviously, I still had to sit by Tom in potions class. I leaned over the table, trying to work on an extra credit assignment before Snape begins his lecture.

“Y/n, I’m really sorry,” I heard Tom say quietly from next to me.

“It’s fine,” I muttered, not paying him much mind. I could hear his chair scooting closer to me.

“No, I mean. I’m really sorry. I should have listened to you and this wouldn’t have happened,” he continued. I sighed and set my quill down, leaning back in my chair and looking at Tom.

“Tom. It’s fine. Seriously, it really isn’t a big deal,” I insisted.

“No, it’s not! You got hurt! I shouldn’t do anything to hurt you in the first place but that’s all I do!” Tom was growing aggravated and ran his fingers through his hair a few times. “I’m sorry, y/n. Really.” I knew I was never going to win this argument. Both of us being Slytherins, we were way too stubborn and ambitious to ever give up in an argument.

“Okay. Thank you, Tom. I accept it,” I said. Tom’s face looked a little more relaxed and he leaned back in his chair.

“I like it when you call me Tom instead of Holland or Thomas,” he gave me a soft smile, which I returned. I didn’t know what to say, so I turned my attention back to the parchment in front of me.

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Tom’s P.O.V.

I flipped through the potions book impatiently, waiting for y/n to show up for our session. I showed up early in hopes that I could get ahead on the potion and impress her, but I was not off to a good start. When y/n walked into the room, she had her head tilted down and was reading a book. She lifted her head and looked genuinely shocked to see me there early.

“Oh, hello. I didn’t expect to see you yet,” she said with a small smile.

“Yeah, I’m just trying to get a head start on the potion today, but I haven’t gotten very far,” I sighed, already doubting the steps I had completed.

“Okay, well let’s look at it,” she said. She was always so patient and I was shocked at how she could even tolerate being around me, even after I blew up an entire potion. She walked me through the steps, explaining the different reactions between ingredients. She was beautiful and intelligent. Gentle and caring. Funny and perfect. And she deserved the world. But I couldn’t give it to her.

We had finished the first half of the potion, when y/n stepped away from the cauldron to let me try stirring it.

“Tom, you’re supposed to stir it counter-clockwise,” she said. Despite her gentle tone, something inside me snapped.

“How was I supposed to know that?” I snapped. “It’s not my fault I don’t know what the hell I’m doing! Just give up on me, goddammit!” I slammed the wooden spoon down on the counter and began to storm out of the room.

“Thomas Holland—” y/n began, but I spun around to face her.

“Don’t even bother. Leave me alone,” I hissed, walking out and slamming the door behind me.

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I felt horrible, to say the least. I was so irritated with myself that I took it out on her and ruined any chance of friendship, or more, that I had with her.

“Fuck, Haz. What do I do?” I paced back and forth in our dorm room, running my hands through my hair.

“Mate, I don’t know what to tell you. You’re gonna have to talk to her. Make it up to her somehow,” he leaned back in his bed, his eyes still focused on the book in front of her. And just then, an idea popped into my head.

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Y/n’s P.O.V.

I laid back in my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I wondered where I had gone wrong with Holland. Was I not patient enough? Was I not clear enough? Was I really that unbearable?

My thoughts were interrupted by a light tapping on the window. Letting out a soft groan, I rolled out of my bed to open the window. I was greeted by a small brown owl, holding a rolled up piece of parchment in its beak. It gently set the parchment on the window sill and let out a small hoot before flying off.

I unrolled the parchment, and was shocked to see a neatly written note scrawled out.

Y/n-

Meet me at the astronomy tower at 10:00. Please give me a chance.

-T.H.

I sighed and rolled the parchment back up. The clock read 9:40. I was hesitant to meet Tom, at risk of him snapping at me, or this being a prank. However, I gave him the benefit of the doubt. I pulled on my shoes and slipped my Slytherin robe over my casual clothing, and quietly snuck out of the dorm.

The halls were dead silent, and I imagine I would hear Tom also heading towards the astronomy tower, unless he was already there. Or if he’s not showing up. Shaking those thoughts, I continued towards the tower, preparing myself to climb the steep stairs. When I reached the top of the steps, I was shocked to see Tom sitting on a blanket near the edge of the tower, surrounded by candles.

“Tom?” I said softly. He jumped slightly, but quickly got up and rushed towards me. I took a step back, surprised by his reaction. Hurt flooded into his chocolate brown eyes, and I almost felt bad for him.

“I- I’m sorry,” he whispered, slowly reaching his hand out for me. “Would you come with me? Please?” He was just short of begging, so I sympathetically took his hand and followed him towards the blanket.

“This looks lovely,” I broke the silence once we sat down on the blanket that overlooked the campus. Tom shrugged his shoulders and looked off into the distance. “Well? Did you ask me to come up here just to sit in silence?” I was only teasing, but Tom let out an exasperated sigh.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry. For everything. For making your life a living hell, for blowing up the potion, for snapping at you, hell, even for dragging you out here like this,” he ranted, with his face buried in his hands. “I can’t explain it. There’s no excuse for any of it, but I find myself begging for you to come back to me time after time.”

“Tom… What are you trying to say?” my voice was cautious, as if I were walking on eggshells with him.

“I’m trying to say that I love you! Okay? I fucking love you and I have ruined every single chance I’ve ever had to show you that so you’re never going to feel the same! I’ve loved you since the beginning- you’re gorgeous, funny, smart, kind, caring… You deserve everything in the world and all I have done is hurt you and… I hate myself for it,” Tom’s voice started off strong but faded away. I opened my mouth to respond to him but was quickly interrupted. “You don’t have to spare my feelings. I know what you’re going to say. I’m sorry to have wasted your time.”

Tom started to get up from the blanket, when I grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. My hands quickly moved to his cheeks and I pulled his lips into mine. His body felt tense, but he soon relaxed and wrapped his arms around my waist as I moved mine around his neck. The kiss became passionate when Tom slipped his tongue into my mouth and began running his hands up and down my sides. I put my right hand on Tom’s firm chest, pushing him down gently so that he laid on his back. I swung one leg over his hips, all while continuing the kiss. Tom let out a soft moan as I bit his lip and he felt me grind against him ever so slightly. I slowly began to pull back from the kiss, resting my forehead on his for a few moments before rolling off of his body and onto the floor.

Both Tom and I laid on our backs next to each other, staring at the sky above us. Tom reached his hand towards mine, letting our entwined hands fall to our sides. Our breathing was synchronized and he slowly turned his head to look towards me.

“I meant what I said,” he whispered.

“Good, because I feel the same way,” my tone mimicked his. For the first time in the years that I knew Tom, his lips turned into a genuinely happy smile- the kind where you can see it in their eyes and they practically glow with joy. For the first time, Thomas Stanley Holland was happy.

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(A/N: This kinda sucks lol. I rewrote it like 13 times and also I wrote part of it while I was high and drunk so.... thx -SKD)

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chikraizyj · 7 years ago

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This is the first Kallura piece of my Modern AU of Voltron Legendary Defender ( https://chikraizyj.tumblr.com/post/175708406788/my-voltron-legendary-defender-modern-alternative ). This is just how they interact for the first time. Keith and Allura are in Literature and English class together. Actually, debating about Ana Karenina, a novel written by Tolstoi. I’m reading the novel, actually (is not my favorite but is okay). And this is just MY opinion of it. And English is not my first language so please sorry if I wrote something wrong. And... I do not have italics option here, so everything that appears like -this- are characters thoughts and when it appears like “this” is dialogue :) Thanks! Hope you like it!

“What do you think was Vronsky’s feelings towards Ana?” the teacher asks the students, walking through the room. “Do you think that was love at first sight?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

Allura turned her gaze towards the black haired guy who sits in the back of the classroom and always wore a red and white jacket. He never talks in class so she was a little bit surprised to hear him. He has a voice after all.

Allura looks back to the teacher and repeated what she had said. “I do think it was love at first sight.”

“I think it was simply a sexual attraction” said the guy, attracting the teacher's attention.

-What was his name? It started with K... Ken? Kev?-

The teacher frowned. “Why do you say so, Keith?”

-Keith. Keith Kogane.-

Keith straightened in his seat, eyes on the teacher with confidence but not eagerness. “I think they felt a sexual attraction—“

“Really?” Allura snorted. “Sexual attraction?”

“Yes, sexual attraction” he answered, looking at her harshly, “and then as the chapters goes by, it became an obsession.”

Allura looked at him with steely eyes. “Are you saying that all the drama was about their sexual attraction?”

“Well, you are forgetting about the other characters. For example, the parallels of Ana and Vronsky: Kitty and Levin.” Keith looked down at his notebook and began to sketch on it. “Don’t get me wrong. I liked the novel.”

The teacher was going to take the word when Allura interrupted.

“Yes. We had the opportunity to experience each character. We found Ana, a mother and married woman, who fell in love with Vronsky and had to face the consequences for following her feelings. Vronsky, the typical man every woman wanted to marry with, who feel in love with Ana Karenina but was courting Kitty. We had Kitty, another character that, unlike Ana, lives a breakdown because of Vronsky, watching him loving another woman; but at the end she finds love in Levin. And we saw a development in Levin, a character who first was lost and by the chapters goes by, he finds himself and conquers Kitty’s hand.” Allura smiles at the teacher, kindly. “First, Levin losses Kitty over Vronsky but at the end, he earns her love. And Vronsky ends alone. Also Ana, who felt alive with Vronsky whereas Kitty lost the man she was going to marry, at the end, Kitty starts a new life with Levin and Ana ends her own life. I think the author was trying to show how people manage love, how love is different to each person and how it could turn your life. You can end like Dolly, Esteban, Levin, Vronsky, Kitty or... like Ana” says Allura with a covertly triumphant voice.

“Ana ended with her life because she thought Vronsky was cheating on her” Keith interrupted catching Allura’s attention once again. “The final was clearly obvious. The parallels since the beginning, yes; you can tell someone was going to die. The train and the man who died at the introduction of Ana’s character was a big symbol. But I think Ana never loved Vronsky” he shrugged looking disinterested. “I think she found in Vronsky what she never had with Karenin: feeling loved, sex and company.”

“Then if she never loved Vronsky as you say, why she suicided at the end?” Allura asked, without hiding her annoyance. “As far I can tell, you only do crazy things for the ones you love.”

Keith lifted an eyebrow, looking blankly at Allura. “Because it was an obsession. She was so obsessed with him that the idea of losing something, again, was her biggest fear. She losses her son, Karenin, her social status, her friends and the idea of Vronsky cheating on her just made it worse.”

Allura was going to counter with her point of view but the sound of the ring did not let her.

The teacher claps his hands. “Well... we have a quiz tomorrow! Keith! That was a wonderful discussion.”

Allura could not help but frown. Keith at the other hand, with a neutral expression, nodded to the teacher and without looking at Allura, he walked out of the classroom.

Keith’s POV

Keith hated the lunch time. And the lunchroom.

He stared at Hunk, who was eating from a strange bowl. “What is that?”

Hunk stops eating, and looks at Keith with the spoon in his mouth. He swallowed hard. “Man... this is ‘ropa vieja’. Lance’s mom made it. Is a cuban recipe and it’s delicious!”

Keith notices the absence of his Senior brother in their table. “Hey... where is Shiro?”

“Working on a project with Matt” answered Pidge, biting a pencil, trying to concentrate at her work.

“Oigan... Did you guys meet the new girl?” asks Lance, taking a bite from his bow, that also contained what seemed to be ropa vieja.

“She has been here for over a week, Lance” Pidge answered without looking up.

“She is really sweet” says Hunk, with his mouth full. “We have Math together.”

Lance smirked. “I met her in Gym class today and guys... those moves were—“

“Lance” Pidge cut his sentence and glared at him.

Lance rolls his eyes playfully and turned to Keith. “You saw her, Keith?”

Keith, who was maneuvering with the plastic knife did not look up. “We have English together” snapped.

Noticing the lack of interest the dark haired boy had in the conversation, Lance decided to talk about other things. But Keith was thinking about something else.

The new girl.

He did not even know her name. How could she think that was love? The woman throws herself into a train because she thought her amante was cheating on her. That is not love.

But she seemed to be these types of girls who loves cliché stories and who dreams about vampire boyfriends. Keith rolled his eyes at that thought.

He just wanted to go home.

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Five minutes. And he will be out. Just five minutes. The teacher kept talking... His freshman year could not be more boring.

Tic tic tic...

His phone started to shake in his pocket and he took it out. That was the perks of sitting in the back, the teachers did not get to see him. It was not like he cares, anyway.

Shiro: I need a favor.

Keith raised an eyebrow, inquisitive. That was scary.

Keith: What’s up?

Shiro: Can you take the car?

Keith opened his eyes in surprise as he typed.

Keith: You want me to drive home alone?

Few seconds passed.

Shiro: I’m going with Matt to his place. And I will stay there until late night. Maybe til tomorrow. We have to finish a project. I bet you don’t want to stay all night there. But, if you can’t drive home alone, we go in my car to his place, but, I don’t know what time we'll get home.

Keith analyzed the situation. Going to Pidge’s place or staying at home? Wait. He almost forgot.

Keith: I have practice today.

Shiro: You really need to go?

Keith: More than ever. I really need to punch those bags.

Shiro: I need all day. So, you go to your practice.

Shiro: Btw... Are you okay?

Keith: Good. See you later.

The bell rang and Keith was the first one to get out.

His phone started to shake, again, and without checking who was, he answered with irritation in his tone.

“What?”

“Keith.” Awesome. He was screwed.

“Hey, mom” said again, now in a soft voice.

“Shiro told me he was going to be at Holt’s today. I suppose you are going to your practice.”

Keith left a snarl escape from his mouth. She knew. And she knew Keith was going to drive. And she was not going to let him. She was really strict about it.

-Shiro always reporting himself.-

“Yeah. But Shiro is going to take me to the practice first” said, trying to sound convincing.

“Keith” Krolia scolds him. Her voice low and serious. “I’m your mother.”

Keith sighed, surrendering. “I know.”

“I know you are lying.”

“I know that too.”

“Then, don’t even try again.”

A thunderous noise was heard from the sky and without warning, rain began to fall from above. -I better hurry up and get in the car.-

“Ma...” Keith was careful this time with his words as he walks among all the other students. “I really want to go to practice today. I need the car.”

Keith heard her snort of disapproval but that gave him hope. That only meant she was thinking about it.

“Fine” he could practically imagine her looking at him with that stern glare of hers. “I want you home at 5:00.”

“But—“

“Or you go with your brother to the Holt’s” she said, without giving him a choice.

“Fine” he mumbled.

“Thanks for letting me drive, mom. I love you.” Krolia mocks him, annoyed. Keith rolled his eyes and smiled.

“Thanks for letting me drive, mom. I love you.”

-I was going to drive anyway.-

“Keith... be careful.”

“Don’t worry, mom.”

He took the keys out of his bag and hung up.

He got inside the car and turned it on. As Keith drove to the exit, he watched all the students running because of the rain, that started to fall heavily.

//First things first I'ma say all the words inside my head I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh ooh The way that things have been, oh ooh//

Believer by Imagine Dragons became the background music, replacing the sound of the rain crashing against the car. He really needed the practice. At least, to punch the bags thirty minutes. Boxing was something that always helped him to clear his mind. And it was not that far. 20 minutes away from the school. 35 minutes away from home.

Keith loves to drive. He was at this time, slow at the wheel. That was because it was Shiro’s car and he did not have ‘learning license’. That was not an obstacle, though. He drives since he was 9... 10? His mother was in absolutely disapproval when his father began to teach him at that early age, but in time she just accepted it. Besides, he was close to be 16. He will be getting his license soon. Speed was something he and his dad had in common... and he felt closer to him in that way.

But, he promised his mom he would be careful. So, 40 miles max speed? Then, that will be.

//Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer.//

A figure in the park catches his attention but he passed by swiftly and he could not recognize it.

-It was... What is she doing there?-

It was raining heavily and that new girl was beneath a big tree.

-Maybe trying to stay dry?-

He remembered her in Literature class some days ago... He could tell she was the only daughter because of the way she talks, expresses herself, walks, behaves... he might be wrong, maybe not.

-But... what if she was lost?- The thought crossed his mind even when he tried not to.

-Someone else will give her a ride home.-

-But what if nobody does.-

Groaning, Keith turn in a U and ran as faster as he could to reach where that new girl was. His stupid conscience was stronger than him. He blew the horn when he parked by the crossway and turned down the window. The surprise in the girl’s face made him realized what he just did. Keith just stayed there, paralyzed.

-What should I say now?-

“Mmm...” -Perfect. Good way to start, Keith. Just awesome.- “Want a ride home?” He shouts so she could hear him. The new girl tilted her head in confusion. -Man... that sounded creepy.- Keith shakes his head. “I mean... you need help?” he repeats, trying to compete with the loud storm.

The girl was caught off guard with that question. She seemed lost in her thoughts for a moment. He could not blame her. He was a stranger after all.

“I’m fine” she responded. Her face showing the opposite. She hugged herself, leaning against the tree and Keith noticed she was shuddering slightly.

He asked, she did not take it. Not his problem. He was about to pull the pedal to leave when the sky shot its most terrible thunders and the wind began to blow, moving savagely the tops of the trees. And the girl’s hair. The weather was getting bad. Keith could practically see the battle she had internally. The inside of his car was getting wet.

He clenched his jaw, impatiently and gave her a second chance. “I don’t have all day, you know?” says harshly.

The girl was indecisive. “Do you know a cafeteria near here?” she asks loudly so he could hear her.

Keith really was about to leave her there if she did not decide. “There are lots of coffee shops here. Which one?”

The girl looked down at her phone for a brief moment, then lifted her head. “Canela’s café?”

Perfect. 15 minutes away.

“Yeah” he nodded. “You coming?”

The girl mumbled something and reluctantly walked towards the car and got in. When she closed the door, Keith sped up the car.

// Pain! You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer. Oh let the bullets fly, oh let them rain. My life, my love, my drive, it came from... Pain!//

The silence invaded the car. Keith did not want to say anything either.

-Of all the girls... it had to be her. Mrs Love-at-First-Sight-Karenina, Mrs Know All, the bossy girl...-

He surreptitiously, with the corner of his eye saw that she was still shaking from cold. So, he turned on the heater.

“Thanks” she muttered. Keith shrugged in response. “I still do not get used to this weather. Where I come from, is always warm and sunny” she says, covering herself with her coat.

“The sun doesn’t exist here” he responded and caught a glimpse of her. He felt kind of... sorry. Being new in town, in the school... it must be hard, he thought. Suddenly, something called his attention. She was holding some kind of cylinder. When he realized what it was, had to hold the urge to laugh, calling her attention.

“I thought you were a freshman” she mumbled, sounding a little bit defiant.

“I am” he snapped. Keith did not let to show any emotion on his face. Instead, he said with the most stern expression: “Put away that pepper spray. You are safe here.” The girl opened her eyes in surprise and looked down, her cheeks turning red.

“Apologies... My father is a little bit paranoid when is about strangers. I think I’m getting paranoid as well” said, her mouth curved into a shy smile. She put the spray inside her bag but was still holding it.

-Bingo. Protective father. She was the only daughter.- “I understand. But, really, it makes me nervous” he replied. But the girl was still holding it tightly. Keith rolled his eyes. “Not all strangers are bad... Have some faith in humanity.” Keith found that funny, though. He wasn’t a fan of humanity himself. He preferred cars over people and his dog Iboji and his cat Red...

The girl sighed, letting it go, closing her bag. Keith felt more relaxed now. He put his eyes on the road. The girl was moving her fingers, like a nervous tic and her eyes were in the window. They were 10 minutes away.

“Nice car, by the way” she commented, smiling softly. Keith was not expecting her to try to have a conversation so that surprised him a little.

“Thanks.”

“Is this your car?” asked the girl, looking at the radio Shiro packed to the car. “Does laws are different here? How can you drive at so young age?”

He raised an eyebrow. “First, is not mine. Second, I’m not supposed to be driving so let’s try to not crash the car” he joked, expecting to make her smile.

The girl turned her eyes to him. Keith tried to not look at her penetrating gaze. “So... the car belongs to Shiro.”

Keith got tense. “How do you know about my brother?” he asked, looking at her briefly. “How do you even know his name?”

“I have eyes to observe and ears to listen, Keith Kogane” a lopsided grin appeared in her face.

Keith frowned, this time feeling interested. “You know my name but I don’t know yours.” And now he really wanted to know her name.

The girl shrugged. “I guess you should be paying more attention to Literature class.”

Keith studied her with his eyes. “I can call you Mrs. Love-At-First-Sight-Karenina if you want.” He waited. He waited for her to start yelling at him. He thought she would be mad at him because of that comment. But... she laughed. Now Keith was confused. “What’s so funny?”

The girl tries to stop laughing, failing poorly. “That is... a creative name” she covers her mouth in attempt to stop. “I can call you Mr. Sexual Attraction” she said playfully. “I have one better! From now on, I will call you Mr. Obsession!”

Keith rolled his eyes but the corners of his mouth turned up. It was actually funny. He did not expect her to be... this nice?

“Okay, okay, Mrs. Know All...” he looked at her with curious eyes. “I’m giving you a ride. At least I deserve to know your name.”

The girl drop her shoulders and sighed. “My name is Allura.”

Keith saw the bright in her eyes and could not help but taste the name.

-Allura...-

He had to admit it. She was beautiful. Really, she was. Her long and wet white hair reached her hips. She had a peculiar dark skin. Her hands were delicates, but her body did not seemed weak. And her eyes... Keith liked that color.

“Why is your hair white?” he tried to not ask but the question escaped from his mouth.

Confusion crept into her face. “What?” Keith hesitated to ask again. Instead, he speed up the car, forgetting what he had said. He was getting distracted. “Why do you ask that?”

-So she heard.- Keith did not know what to say. “I have never seen a girl with white hair and... it looks natural” he said, unsure.

The girl nodded. “My hair is naturally white.” Keith made a curve.

-5 minutes away.-

“I figured...”

Allura seemed uneasy. “My mom had white hair... so I guess I inherited the color.” -Her mom had white hair? Had?- He was not going to ask further. “You practice boxing, right?” Keith glowered. Before he could ask how she knew, Allura interrupted. “The scars of your knuckles” said simply. “And the gloves at the backseat” she added, pointing to the back of her seat. “Since when do you practice?”

Keith was impressed. She was observant. “Since I was a kid” he answered, trying to remember.

“You like it? Or you use it to clear your mind?” she asks again, with curiosity in her eyes.

It was strange. If a strange comes and starts asking him questions, he will probably tell them to back off. But with her, it was easy to talk... but he was afraid to say too much. To open himself. His problem since he was a kid. Always with walls up. Not trusting anybody.

“Clear my mind” he replied.

She was about to say something but her phone rang and she answered it. “Hello?... Coran... yes. No. I’m not in the school. Oh... I’m with...” she turned to Keith, looking the words to say. “Someone gave me a ride. I’m fine. Coran... I’m safe. I’m heading to Canela’s café. Yes. Pick me up there. Bye” she hang up. Her face heating up.

Keith cleared his throat. “If you want, I can take you to your house. There is no pro—“

“No” Allura interrupted. “There is no need” she forced a smile. “Are we close?”

Keith turned left and within 10 seconds, he parked in front of their destiny. “We are here” he announced.

Allura looked at the coffee shop and turned her gaze again to Keith. “Thank you so much.” She took her purse. “Let me give you—“

“No.”

“Please, at least—“

“No” said with a stern tone. “I did this because I wanted to” he gave her a shy smile.

Allura nodded, a little bit disappointed. “And about Literature class...” she began, her eyes down at her fingers. “I realized later that... I was not respecting your point of view. I’m sorry about it.”

-She was apologizing?-

He absolutely did not expect that. “Is okay...”

A horn was heard from behind, and both turned their heads towards the sound. A black car parked behind them. Keith whistled. -That’s a car.-

Allura turned to him again. “That is Coran... Thank you again. Mr. Obsession” she said, smiling sweetly at him.

Keith found himself smiling as well. “Good bye, Allura.”

“See you soon, Keith.” And with that said, she closed the door.

Keith followed her with his eyes by the wing mirror until she got inside the car and disappeared. He stared at the boxing gloves in the back seat and shook his head. He was not feeling so stressed anymore. He felt curiosity. Allura wasn’t that bad. Indeed, she was interesting and funny. He... enjoyed the time.

Did he give her a ride because he wanted to? Well... he will never know. Something was for sure.

He did not regret it.

#kallura #kallura au #mine

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echeronsink · 7 years ago

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Eliza Møller felt like she’d been forced to run laps around the island, force-fed all of Berk’s worst culinary endeavors at once, and then used as a battering ram on the doors of the Great Hall. In other words, she was feeling her night encounter with Berk’s future Chief even more than she’d expected to.

The raw scrapes on her palms stung every time she moved a finger, making carrying firewood up to the hall considerably worse. But it was the best she’d been able to make of the situation. It was either bloody hands or a broken neck after the pride of Berk nearly let that overgrown lizard kill her. Considering that she’d had to catch herself on a branch after being dropped into the trees from no small distance above ground, that might’ve actually been what the other girl was hoping for. Showing a little mercy to a nadder trapped in the arena was one thing, but “taming” a dragon with nothing holding it back from burning her to a crisp at a moments notice? She’d never heard of something so stupid. And she was a viking of the Hooligan tribe. She knew stupid. “Oi, Eli, what’s up with your hands? You get in a fight or something?” Aigen’s loud, intrusive voice broke the silence she’d been more than happy to brood in so far this morning, grating harshly on her already exhausting headache. “No,” she answered bitterly, glancing up the frost covered path that branched off into the village. “Matthias would skin us alive if we caused trouble here.” “Not like that stopped you before, I still remember the time you sliced Wulfric’s hammock.” “That was a bet. And we never got caught, so it didn’t matter.” She slowed her pace, adjusting her grip on the rough logs. “Besides, we were at sea. He couldn’t just kick us off the Guard right there.” Aigen was usually good company, especially when they had nothing to do but sit around between dragon raids, but his knack for digging into anything he found curious was more than enough to make her want to bury him some days. Especially when he got an idea in his head. Her eyes flickered back up to the village habitually, only to come to a sudden stop with the rest of her body as she spotted none other than the dragonmaster herself. And she was staring right back, no less. The other girl’s expression was guarded, with a hint of something else underneath... “Oi, did you freeze your ears off or something?” Aigen bumped her, grunting as he nearly dropped his armload of wood. His face screwed up with exaggerated annoyance, scrunching up his nose so much he barely looked like he had his eyes open. “Huh?” she mumbled dumbly, looking back at the gangly, black-haired boy. He squinted back at her for a few seconds, and she could practically see the gears turning past the puffs of white breath between them. A shit-eating grin spread across his pimply face as soon as he looked up the path himself. “So that’s where you were last night.” She cringed, because now he had an idea. And it was so incredibly wrong. But she couldn’t even snap at him to get his head out of the gutter before he was talking again. “Ooooh my god,” he leaned in close with a grin so obnoxiously gleeful that she wanted to drop the firewood on his head right then and there. “And you were telling me to behave while we’re here? What do you think Matthias would do to you if he found out you hooked up with the Chief’s daughter? What do you think the Chief would do-? OW!” She glared up at him, digging her heel into his boot a little more for good measure. “Shut up. That did not happen.” He gasped, and if it weren’t for the wood in his hands he would’ve clapped as realization dawned on him. “Oh ho ho, my gods. Holy shit, in the woods, seriously!?” He was already cackling when she shoved him. “You know what? Fine. I did get in a fight,” she snapped, turning away from him stubbornly and beginning to trudge up the path. Unintentionally, she cast a withering glare in West’s direction. The other girl may have actually flinched at that, but she was busy trying to keep her attention on the stone steps instead of the present conversation. Undeterred from his train of thought, Aigen continued to jeer at her. “I admire your dedication to secrecy, really, but you oughta be more careful, Dusty! You’ll lose something important to the cold before the Chief ever gets ahold of you if that’s your idea of a good spot to have a little fun.” “I didn’t do anything,” she growled. He was rapidly beginning to gnaw his way through her last bit of patience. “Oh, don’t tell me that the village’s innocent little bookworm seduced you? Is there a secret side of our future Chief that really doesn’t mind having all the authority?” He smirked, elbowing her shoulder. “No.” »»————-> <————-«« Her head had still been spinning with adrenaline and lack of oxygen after she’d dropped herself down from the branch, vaguely aware of the sound of snow crunching underfoot nearby as she lay winded in the dark. Her brain was still fumbling with the information that she was about as far away from the village as she could get, too far for anyone to help her. Her cold, bleeding hands had already been scrabbling for the backup sword at her hip when a certain piece of the puzzle clicked back into place. Auber. She had the breath knocked out of her a second time as a heavy weight dropped onto her stomach, pinning her on her back. She tensed to roll them off of her, only to freeze in place as her eyes caught the faint traces of moonlight glinting off the seax above her. Her seax. She blinked, feeling her throat tighten as she squinted up at the taller girl, washed in the moonlight so that whatever pale skin wasn’t covered by dark clothing looked almost silvery. If she squinted, she thought she could make out the faintest trace of her blue eyes beyond the shadows falling over her face. “You.” She steeled her grip on the polished handle, chest heaving from running through knee-deep snow as she straddled Eliza’s stomach. “You followed me.” She made a sound like she’d been insulted before she could bite her tongue, momentarily forgetting the dragon that had to still be lurking around nearby. “Me? Why the hell would I follow you?” She seemed to falter at the question, but the hesitation was only fleeting. She adjusted her grip again, likely crushing down her doubts. “Because you knew.” “What? That you were Grade-A crazy?” she challenged, sliding her hands into the dirty snow and raising her head a few inches. Anything to make her feel her disadvantaged position a little less right now. And to get a little more visibility on the trees. “If I knew your moronic ass was out here playing house with a dragon, I would’ve stayed right in the village with people who have some sense!” She glared at that, looking at her in the same way she always used to right before they’d get into another argument as children. “I’m not crazy, or stupid! They’re not monsters, you said it yourself!” “It’s not a fucking pet, West! What, are you out here braiding bears’ fur when nobody’s looking too?! That thing will tear you apart the second it decides it’s hungry enough!” Rather than getting through to West’s usually dominating logical side, that only seemed to agitate her further. In hindsight, she was never really aiming for a positive reaction. “Gods, you’re just like everyone else, aren’t you?” Somehow, that felt like the most insulting thing she could’ve said. Was it now a bad thing that she had a shred of self-preservation weighing in on her decisions? She couldn’t keep herself from snarling up at the girl holding her down with her own knife. “What the hell is that supposed to mea-” She was cut off as she flinched away from the sudden, intense sensation of heat and light flushing against the right side of her face. She blinked away the dark splotches as her eyes tried to adjust from the inky blackness that had shrouded everything just a moment before. Her heart nearly stopped as she stared into the open maw of the dragon just five feet from them, sending a chill through her that seemed to suck the last bit of heat out of her body. Which only made the bonfire blazing in the hearth of its jaws feel that much hotter. She was vaguely aware of the soft, cautious mumbling coming from West as the girl’s attention shifted towards the scaled beast and she held out a hand. The shadows no longer hid her features, blue eyes blazing with the reflection of the fire like twin torches, while the rest of her was washed in the harsh orange glow as well. That stupid, stupid disheveled hair and the tiny little translucent freckles dotting her cheekbones and that infuriating jawline- A horrifying hiss escaped the dragon’s throat, and Eliza was sure that her internal organs were attempting to escape the situation by shriveling up into nothing. She was positive, for a moment, that the last thing she’s going to see is this stupid, pretty girl sitting on top of her before they were both swallowed by dragon fire. After a tense moment, the jaws shut with an audible clap, plunging the woods into darkness again. She couldn’t even see West when she leaned forward, warm breath fanning out across her face as she whispered. ”Don’t tell anyone.” »»————-> <————-«« “Oh, yeah, I bet she was real unhappy about it when she pushed you up against a tree-” “Will you stop talking!?” Her voice must’ve raised an entire octave as she stomped up the stone path, jarring a stick out of her grasp and sending it clattering down the steps as she tried to purge that particular image from her imagination. She could feel the heat creeping up her neck now, and it wasn’t in the same way she suddenly felt flushed before promptly fainting. (Thankfully, she’d done that well after she’d snuck back into the village and parted ways with West in the middle of the night.) Aigen beamed at her with the most horribly knowing, unknowing grin she’d ever seen.

#httyd fanfiction #httyd fanfic #writeblr #writers on tumblr #httyd #fanfiction #projects #fandom #original characters #eliza #west #aigen #my stuff #biteme #this is...way more sexual/suggestive than I usually write lmao sorry #aigen just cant get his head out of the gutter

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monomas-a-smug-bih · 8 years ago

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for the villain deku part two ill list some quirks for the reader speed teleport telekinesis summoning anything they can imagine those are just a few the summing one is my favorite but what do you think?

Tumblr took out all the times I pressed return so I’ll fix it later

You mind was a dark hole of nothingness. Until a small light caught your attention, you walked towards it. “Kacchan! Stop it… y-you’re hurting him!” The green haired boy squeaked, standing in front of the victim despite his shaky, tiny body’s cries. The bullies laughed, explosions popping in Bakugous small palms. The rest of the dialogue was hard to understand, you came closer for a better look at the memory. Soon enough, your past self’s tiny legs kicked off of the park bench and came to his rescue. The emerald eyed boy’s face was horrified, you were going up against Bakugou, the older kid sent a big explosion your way. Terrified when you disappeared, no where among the excess smoke, he stumbled back. “Kacchan! Stop!” A little girl sent a flying punch to the back of the explosive boy’s head, reforming from smoke behind him, finally saving the day when she grabbed Izuku's hand to flee.You grinned, wishing you could just go back. You were giving him a hug and telling him to stop apologizing for being so weak. “Haha. Don’t be silly, silly! ‘That’s what friends are for!” Your eyes started to blink open.

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You were hoping it was a dream. Praying you wouldn’t have to wake up to the disaster that had occurred. You opened your tired eyes. Well, on the bright side, you weren’t completely wrong. You had no clue of where you were. Expecting to wake up somewhere with at least decent lighting, maybe even the infirmary if you were lucky. Nope, definitely not. You started to panic, and reached out a hand to bring it up to near your face. You’d always twirled your hair as a way to calm yourself as a little girl, may as well give it a try, right. But your hand never made it to your hair, not even close. You tried again, it was no use. Whatever they’d bound your hands with was some kind of rope, not quite though…. and it was, damp? ‘That’s odd.’ you thought, being desperate, just for a way to stray your thoughts away from the crazy situation you were in. Otherwise you’d start REALLY panicking, for sure. Your thoughts were interrupted by a feeling of the scary presence behind you. You were ashamed to admit it, but you winced, squeezing your eyes tight, sending tension to varoius muscles of yours.‘Gee, what a hero.’ Sub-consciousness scolded you, quickly, you redeemed yourself, whipping your head around bravely. Just to meet those striking emerald eyes once again, stripping that short-lived feeling of redemption away from you immediately.He noticed your cautiousness, backing off a bit, then started to state the obvious. “There’s a couch right there you know.” He tilted his head, pointing towards the furniture, his casual attitude failed to defuse the situation though. You were sitting on the floor, tempted but not motivated to make any moves. You could probably dissipate into nothingness anytime you wanted to escape, so what’s the rush.The midst of battle wasn’t the best time for a conversation, maybe now you’d get a chance to chat, maybe even convert him to your side. You crossed your legs, glaring into his green orbs as an attempt of intimidation. You weren’t any less hurt than before, but some of that emotion overlapped with your curiosity. What did they do to him? How could such a generous, and heroic person suddenly be molded into the boy in front of you. You stood up.“Why are you doing this,” you bit your lip, he transferred some of his weight to the wall behind him, and quit fiddling with his jet black glove. He raised a brow and sighed, the emeralds in his eyes rolling and landing of you again. Was he giving you…. attitude? You’d never had to deal with him like this. You growled, taking a stomp forward, catching the smirk on his face, and sudden excitement dancing in his eyes. “You. You-” already stumbling over your words, sadly the door he must’ve entered from was swung open. Some playful looking girl with two blonde buns bouncily walked through the doorway,“Deku Deku Dekuuuuu! What in the world are you doing?” Her mischevious aura had a sociopathic odour to it, it frightened you. She stepped in further, tilting her head and dramatic gasped, smacking her hands to her cheeks.“Oh my! Izuku! Who is…. this?” She questioned, on paper the phrase is a greeting, but her tone made it sound more like a threat. Jealously was practically drippng from the last sentence, she’s only been here for seconds and something about her wasn’t sitting right with you at all. Then your eyes darted over to her right hand, she reached behind her to draw a weapon of some kind, you instinctively backed up, gaining space for your quirk. Gritting your teeth, you attempted your quirk, the light made the knife in her fingers glisten, she walked towards you pace quickening with each step. She giggled and then laughed harshly, then you realized something.Your quirk wasn’t working. You heart began beating out of your chest, breath quickening. Your keen ears heard your hands sizzle in defeat behind you. You couldn’t transform because your makeshift hand-cuffs were drenched! This is bad, every attempt had failed, smoke of your hands evaporating much too fast for proper use thanks to the liquid. Your back hit the wall before you even knew you’d been walking, sweat dripping off your fore-head, the girl with murderous intentions was grinning in your face now, flashing her pearly white canines at you.You hear a knife clatter onto the floor, your mind was blank. Before you’d even noticed him lean off of the wall, he was gripping the annoying the villains wrist. You backed off of the wall, getting a better look at the scene. She tore her her wrist away from him aggressively, it looked like that’d leave a bruise. “Man, Zuku-kunnn, don’t grip so hard.” she turned around and whined, Izuku narrowed his eyes.“That pathetic hero better not be your girlfriend.” She picked up the knife, her tongue lining the blade. “She definitely won’t last as long 'here’ that wayyy.” She glanced back at us, and continued to walk out of the room. Leaving you two shell shocked. 'Was she just flirting?’ You sure hoped so, or she really REALLY wanted you dead. You gulped, sighed, and hesistantly plopped down on the creaking sofa. This place obviously isn’t a safe one, you wanted to know where the exit was, you guessed there was plenty more villains though. Unless that 'was’ his girlfriend…. you blinked, snapping yourself out of the stupid dilemma of jealously building up inside you. 'Who cares.’“Man, she was-….lovely.” You swallowed your anger, try to get an awkward conversation going. Awkward or not you wanted answers. You wanted to get him out of this. You wanted to leave together. You wanted-He scoffed, his expression seemed depressed, underneath the crossed arms and intimidating look. “M-Mind untying me?” He exhaled, looking to the side. Leaving the silence to fill the space between you two. It was your turn to sigh, “I’ll take that as a yes.” You voice was cracking, he hated how such a pretty voice, could hurt him so bad. You were breaking right in front of him. His face stayed aloof to the silent air, he approached you and gently grabbed your chin, faces only centimetres apart.“If I wanted to untie you I wouldn’t of done that in this first place.” He backed off turning away from you, his eyes travelled to your wrists. “Then why? Why’d you do it in the first place.” You sat up, determined, and narrowing your eyes. “Tell me exactly why you left everyone, All Might even.” You bit down onto your to tongue, tears daring to fall down your face. He couldn’t quite tell why, but his chest was aching, looking at your pitiful expression was making him…soft.“Tying me up, and stabbing me in the back." your dry, humorless laugh shocked him. “Silly me, 'that’s what friends are for.’ R-right?" The phrase itself caught him off guard, it was contradicting own it's own. He'd sworn he’d heard it before. A glistening tear slipped from your eye, and he wanted nothing more than to hold you. What was wrong with him? He was considering leaving you in the rubble, beside your friend and teacher. He was guilty enough, yearning to just leave. He couldn't get your expression out of his head. Unfortunately for you, Toga saw you two fighting, and decided you shouldn’t be left in 'one’ piece. Then Tomura Shigaraki butted in, and said he had better plans for you, along with stating you were a wittiness. This was the best option.He frowned, and trudged over to you, slowly untying your bounded wrists, and hovering his head over your shoulder almost to comfort you. To your surprise the rope dropped to the floor. “H-huh?” Slowly but surely, arms snaked around you waist, he brought you closer to him. “Join me.” It came out like an order, but the weird tint in his voice made you know he was pleading you. That’s the sad part, the sincerity in his voice was so enduring to you. He jumped, startled when you’d returned the hug, you guess, villains weren’t very used to getting any sort of affection. You shook you head in his shoulder, and stood up from the sofa he’d been hunching over for you. His curls tickled your neck.“Since when was being a 'hero’ so important to you anyways.?” “Since you’d given up on being one.” He squeezed tighter, that was the truth, you’d never wanted to be any kind of flashy. But for him, it had been everything at the time. “Come with me, please. Come home already.” Your arms shake once again under his secure stronger ones. You knew he’d been bad for a few years, but maybe he still had a chance. A fresh start, maybe for the both of you.“I can’t, just like you can’t, I don’t really have the option.” He buried his face in the crook of your neck. This worried you, they could’ve tortured him over the years, brainwashed him, or maybe just persuaded or tricked him. But judging from how tight he was holding right now, you guessed neither of you would be letting go anytime soon.

There this got way too long, sorry if the ends shitty but as always enjoy….

#villain deku #bnha #bakugou #izuku #izuku midoriya #boku no hero academia #Bakugou Katsuki

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Fooly Falls chapter 6: The Bizarre Climax, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Rage Against the Machine (originally posted on September 25, 2017)

Space, the final frontier. Home to billions of strange new worlds across the stars just waiting to be discovered. To boldly go where no man has gone before has been one of our greatest desires since the universe was in its infancy. And today, we focus on one specific planet in this prologue.

Welcome to the planet Quatro-5, a prosperous little orb in the Sonata System home to the peaceful Cinconians. These creatures often spend their days tending to their futuristic utopia home's ecosystem, making friends with other races, etc. As you can see it's pretty boring, but that will all change now. And since the Cinconian language is complete nonsense to humans, their dialogue will be presented in English.

“Your majesty, we have discovered a comet heading for the capital.” a Cinconian scientist announced to the ruler of the planet in their native language. “Some have speculated that it's another species that wants to come in peace.” he explained. “I am quite interested in this news, please show me.” the good king replied getting up from his throne and walking toward the scientist.

“Approximately six hours, fifteen minutes and twelve seconds ago, there has been a massive cosmic energy flux coming from the planet Ee-arth in the Milky Way Galaxy and many planets have been disappearing as a result.” the scientist said. “Isn't it pronounced 'erth' sir?” the king asked. “Let me finish! Anyway, satellites that we have launched have spotted a human-like creature soaring past the planet's atmosphere layer without dying before he took out said satellite. And I have a feeling ours might be next.”

As the king and the scientist went outside, they saw their people gathered around his castle anticipating the arrival of the comet. “My fellow Cinconians!” the king announced to his subjects before they all turned around to watch him. “This may seem sudden, but we have gathered here today to witness the arrival of a new member of our society! And look, there they are now!”

The Cinconians cheered as the comet touched down before them, revealing itself to be a well-built man bearing a sword caked in blood. The aliens oohed and aahed at the sight of this new figure until he decapitated one of them with a swipe of his blade. Amazement then turned into horror as the people ran for their lives.

The king watched as this new person turned his people into puddles of yellow blood that covered the land. Eventually the invader teleported right in front of him and the scientist. “What monster are you?!” the monarch exclaimed. “I am so glad you asked your Grace. My name is Diamond Brandy, the soon-to-be new god of this pitiful universe.” the man introduced himself with a bow and condescending smile. “And I suppose you must be King Dyorbith IV, ruler of Quatro-5.”

“Indeed I am sir. I beg of you to stop harming my people and leave my planet alone.” King Dynorbith begged dropping to his knees. “Hmmm. How about this, I shall spare you if you bring me a sacrifice.” Diamond suggested. “Oh thank you new god, I will not disappoint!” the king exclaimed happily before turning to his scientist. “Sorry, but sacrifices have to be made!” he said shoving him in Brandy's direction.

“Why thank you sir for your offering, I promise I shall let you live.” Diamond Brandy thanked the king before unsheathing his sword. Bringing to the scientist's neck, he swung with all his might, knocking the head on the ground in one fell swoop. As the weapon faded into specks of light, Diamond turned to Dynorbith. “Remember when I said I'd spare you?” he asked pointing a finger at him with a flame at the tip. “I lied.” With that, he instantly incinerated the king and flew off, blowing up the planet along the way.

Upon reaching the black recesses of outer space, the demon took a moment to admire his carnage. He had destroyed dozens of planets, eliminated dozens of civilizations and yet somehow he felt empty inside as if there were no more planets left to destroy. “Y'know, causing so much chaos has started to get boring after a while.” he contemplated. “I don't have many mortals left to massacre unless....” He then stared at Earth from afar, thinking about how much destruction he'd wreak but he couldn't bring himself to do so. “No, the Six-Fingered Man and I had a deal!”

“Why fight it pal?” a voice rang out. Brandy looked around the stars to figure out where it came from until he laid eyes upon his sword. “My weapon, speaking to me?” he thought before the sword was bathed in a heavenly glow and shapeshifted into a humanoid figure with snow white hair, three blood red eyes, a spider tattoo on his bare chest and a snake's tail in place of human legs. “What the devil are you?” the monster exclaimed in awe of this new being before him. “I am your sword Deh'Go! Didn't Bill tell you I was alive when you were granted Firestarter?” the sentient weapon replied sticking his frog-like tongue at him. “He never told me about you in the first place!” Brandy said. “Oh right, he probably gave me to you after you were turned to stone just in case. Kinda forgot about that.”

“Enough of this, the Six-Fingered Man gave me the Eyes of Heaven so that I could spare his loved ones and planet!” Diamond Brandy explained harshly. “C'mon master, you know deals like that always fall through, right?” the sword snapped back. “Oh right, forgot to introduce myself! My name is Armageddon and I can help you become more powerful.” Those last two words caught Brandy's ears and he took Armageddon's hand as the half-snake turned back into a sword.

“We have a deal Geddon. Is it okay if I call you that?” he asked Armageddon. “Sure why not. Anyway, I know a really fast way to get to Earth. It's called 'Vento Aureo'.” Geddon explained. “Give it a shot.” Brandy nodded and began to focus his energy on this new move and cried out “VENTO AUREO!” before zooming towards Earth at supersonic speeds.

“Hey Dipper, I have a question. If you were to have a superpower, which one would it be?” Mabel asked her brother as they walked through the woods. It has been a while since Haruko & Canti left Gravity Falls and the Medical Mechanica factory that towered over the Oregon town has been spewing smoke, covering it in white mist. “Me, I'd want to have the powers of a frog so that I can look like a cute little frog girl that hops around and stuff. You'd probably want nerdy powers like telepathy or laser vision, right?” Dipper didn't answer. “Okay, here's another question. If you were given the chance to dive into a swimming pool filled with gold, would you?”

“Mabel, you realize that is impossible to do without breaking every bone in your body right?” Dipper replied. “It's a great many pieces of hard matter that form a hard floor-like surface. Just food for thought.” he explained as he continued walking. “Y'know bro, you've become more of a buzzkill lately after Haruko left yesterday.” Mabel said concernedly. “C'mon, tell me your feelings.”

“Okay, I confess. It's been pretty quiet ever since they left town, and that factory isn't making anything better. I can barely see in this fog!” Dipper said. “Hopefully we can still find a way back to the Mystery Shack in time for dinner.” The two continued wandering through the forest surrounded by mist as the sun tried to peek out of the fog.

“It's a hand?” Agent Powers said to Kitsurubami over the phone as they examined the hand from afar. “Yes Powers, yesterday saw the appearance of another machine that tried to advance toward the Medical Mechanica factory but failed thanks to the efforts of those children.” she replied. “It is currently towering over the factory looking like it's about to grab it.”

“What makes you think it's about to grab the factory?” Amarao asked while working out on an exercise bike as he handed Kitsurubami his drink. “I mean, it's pretty obvious, a hand grabbing an iron? You think it wants to iron out the wrinkles?” his right hand woman wondered. “Of what?” he asked. “Like the wrinkles on the brain. Y'know?”

“Then we'd all be brainless morons! Those wrinkles are how we think.” Amarao replied. “But of course we know the real psycho is Raharu. She's always been like that.” As he finished speaking, various screens started showing the piece of machinery that destroyed the golf cart yesterday. “The parameters aren't completely clear yet. If that's the terminal core that's going to control the hand, then of course it wouldn't activate yet.” Kitsurubami explained while sipping from her superior's drink, only to cry out in disgust over what she just ingested. “AH, WHAT DID I DO?!”

“That's right, forget about Haruhara! We need to find those twins and the terminal core on the double, before the plan activates!” Amarao ordered.

“Good grief, who would've guessed all this fog would lead to a downpour?!” Stan exclaimed as he and Ford stood outside the hovel they both called home. It was starting to rain as a result of the mist. “Maybe this wouldn't have happened if you let me die like a true hero against that Diamond guy.” he said to his brother. “I know what I did was bad for pretty much the entire galaxy Stanley, but I needed to keep the children alive for their parents.” Ford replied.

“Don't you have anything that can stop him like explosive lemons, air powers, the ability to turn anyone into a jade statue, radioactive spiders, anything!” the con-artist cried shaking the genius. “Settle down Stan, I think you're gonna give me whiplash!” Stan replied by rolling his eyes and smugly looking at the readers. “Who are you looking at? In fact, I don't want to know.”

“Listen Ford, you were trying to keep our heads attached but can you at least do it without putting all of existence at risk?! Y'know what, I think I need a drink.” Stan groaned before pulling out a flask and drinking from it. “Why are you drinking at a time like th-” Ford questioned before his brother pulled up his index finger and finished drinking. “What even is that anyway?” he asked. “Cherry soda, want some?” Stan offered.

“I think I'll pass, I'm gonna do some research on that giant hand over the factory.” Ford politely refused before walking towards the woods. “Well be back in time for my new hat to arrive in the mail!” Stan called as his brother disappeared into the fog.

Meanwhile somewhere else near the shack, Dipper & Mabel were continuing to trek through the greenery. “Okay Mabel, I've got a question for you this time. Which do you prefer, chopsticks or sporks?” Dipper asked. “Definitely sporks, because I actually know how to use them.” Mabel replied. “Remember that one Chinese place we went to back in fourth grade? You got a tummyache because of the soy sauce and I had trouble with the chopsticks. I still keep them in my sweater pocket to this day!” She pulled a pair out of her pocket and showed them to her brother. “See?”

Just then, they discovered a figure in the shape of a man standing away from them. “Hey, is that Ford?” Dipper asked. The two walked closer to the man only to discover it was actually Commander Amarao. “Hello there Dipper, been wanting to see you again since yesterday.” he greeted the boy. “Hey bro, check out this guy's funny eyebrows!” Mabel giggled pointing at his ginormous brows. “And I suppose this is your sister?” Amarao wondered. “Yes, yes he is sir.”

“Do ya need something to drink, I think sweet stuff would help with that head of yours.” Amarao suggested. “You're tired, aren't you? Every time something comes out of your head causes problems for everyone.” he explained. “What's he talkin' about broseph?” the shooting star wondered. “Well, I don't think your housekeeper is coming back kids especially after what happened yesterday, but just in case....” Suddenly, he slapped a pair of eyebrows like his own on Dipper's face. “What was that for?!” the boy cried. “Can I get my own pair?” his sister asked.

“Cats should only stick with other cats children, it's only natural. And I don't want to know how her departure affected your great uncle.” the adult said. “Do you know why Raharu got so close to your family? You might know her as Haruko but Raharu's her real name. The reason she's here is because she's after an astral being known as Atomsk.” he continued. “I've never met him in person before but I've heard lots of rumors that he has so much N.O that he can steal entire star systems, which is why he's called the 'Pirate King.' Normally, the two of them would be mortal enemies but there's a catch. Atomsk was captured by Medical Mechanica and Raharu came here to save him, because she's in love with him.”

Meanwhile somewhere else in the forest, Ford was sitting on a tree branch examining the giant hand while writing down in a small notepad. “Now what could that factory have connections to?” he wondered climbing down.

As he prepared to go home, he heard a faint clinking noise. Looking around, he found the source of the noise to be a small dog-like creature at his feet made up of a few metal bits and bobs. “Hello there little one, what are you supposed to be?” he asked the little machine. It suddenly got excited and started jumping around much to his surprise. “Well aren't you energetic?”

Ford pulled out an energy reader to further analyze the hand while the tiny scrapheap scampered around before leaping up and taking it out of his twelve fingers. “Stop you little critter, I need that!” he shouted before it came to a halt. “You know what, you can have it.” he stated in defeat before the robot swallowed it whole, growing larger as a result. “Quite an interesting specimen you are. I think I'll call you Takkun.” Ford said kneeling down to its height. “Why don't you come home with me so that I can study you some more?”

Later that day, Dipper sat on his bed, now littered with Haruko's things and playing a guitar like hers while Mabel laid on her bed playing with Waddles. “Hey Mabel, was there ever a time where you met someone really cool and yet they had to leave all of a sudden?” he asked. “Oh yeah, lots of my crushes are like that such as Mermando. If only that undersea war didn't start, then we'd see each other again then eventually get married and have half-merperson half-human babies!” Mabel replied. “Lemme guess, you asked because you're still torn up about Haruko?” she wondered. “What, no! It's just that it seemed like she really liked me yet just disappeared all of a sudden!” he claimed before lying down on his bed.

“Kids, dinner's on!” Stan called them downstairs a while later. The twins made their way downstairs to the kitchen when they saw a familiar face with their grunkles. “I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, IT'S YOU!” Dipper shouted pointing at Haruko as everything went black and white again. “Is something wrong Dipper?” Ford wondered. “That's not important, check out my new hat!” Stan exclaimed gesturing towards a checkerboard-pattern top hat resting on his noggin in place of the fez. “Hi!” Haruko greeted them. Dipper was so shocked, the eyebrows Amarao given him fell off his head. “Why are you sitting there like nothing happened?! You're a wanted fugitive!” the boy shouted jumping on the table. “Funny story kid, Haruko told me that she should get some R & R.” Stan explained. “She vacationed to Hawaii, I went to prison there once!”

“And she brought back these delicious spicy fish eggs!” Ford added taking a bite out of one. “Those don't come from Hawaii, and why would she get them there?! And how would you give a criminal vacation time?!” Dipper snapped. “Vacation, alienation, Japanimation, manga, kanga, naked lunch, Hawaiian Punch, fruit juicy!” Haruko chanted before chopping Dipper on the head. “It's not funny, I'm gonna kill you!”

“Why are you hitting Dipper, it was just a stupid joke!” Mabel exclaimed joining in on the insanity. “Well if I ever do a vacation, I'd like to be all alone with you two especially you Takkun!” Haruko stated much to the old men's shock. “As if I'd go with you, you can take Mabel but count me out!” the boy declared preparing to march out of the kitchen. “Ah, you're embarrassed you little brat!” the Vespa Woman said giving him a noogie. “Stop that, it hurts!” he shouted before she moved on to kicking him in the privates. “The people's crotch attack!” she followed up. “Please stop this, help me Mabel!”

“She can doodlie doodlie me like that anytime! Am I saying it right?” Ford said to his brother. “Look at this, fooly coolying everywhere and none for me!” Stan exclaimed growing more insane. “Frooly drooly head, googly googly eyes, fooly cooly this! Fooly cooly fooly cooly fooly cooly fooly cooly fooly cooly fooly cooly!!!”

“Alright that's enough writer, get us outta here!” he shouted to the author of this story before everything returned to normal. He & Dipper were panting, Mabel & Ford were on the floor and Haruko was just arrogantly eating. “Okay everybody, let's just stick with the thin lines.” he finally said. “Thin lines?” Dipper wondered. “Even when events are being told through the written word, it's pretty hard to reference manga. Takes a lot of time and work.” the con-artist explained. “This is an adaptation of the anime made by those Gainax guys so we gotta follow the events from there, right?”

“What do you mean right? Quit fooling around, it's not cool you know!” Dipper said, much to everyone's shock. “NANI?!” Waddles oinked a full English word. “Fooly cooly.” Haruko added. “He said it everyone, so now he has to tell us what it means!” Stan shouted. “C'mon kid, tell us if it's just some weird innuendo or just complete nonsense! What does fooly cooly mean?!” Dipper was not liking this. “Why are you asking me, I don't know what it means!” he responded. “C'mon Dipper, you're the main character so you have to know this!” Mabel added. “Tell us already Dipper!” Ford interjected. “You too Ford?!” he shouted before Waddles squished himself in.

“WHAT IS EVEN GOING ON HERE, WHO CARES ABOUT FOOLY COOLY ANYWAY?!” he howled before Haruko jumped and hit him in the head with her bass. “FOOLY!!!”

“Why are you hitting me with that?!” Dipper screamed before he was smacked again, this time flying out of the tourist trap. The madness continued during dinner and long into the night.

Later that night, Dipper took another shower to wash away the past few minutes. After getting out, he looked at himself in the mirror to find a certain bandage on his head. “Wait, what's that doing back here again?” he wondered wiping the moisture off of the mirror only to find Ford standing behind him. “Dipper, I know this is a really inappropriate time but I need to speak with you!” the great uncle explained grabbing him by the hand. “Can I at least put on some clothes first?” Dipper shouted before he was tossed Ford's coat. “This is like, way too big for me-AH!”

Taking him downstairs to the kitchen, Ford sat him down on a chair and whipped out a small projecter. “I've wanted to talk to you about Diamond Brandy since yesterday. Legend has it that if he were to obtain the Eyes of Heaven, he would become the ultimate life-form and wreak havoc across the known universe & possibly beyond. This was why I've kept the mask hidden from him as I've explained one time. If we don't stop him, it could be the end of all reality as we know it.” He turned on a hologram of Brandy destroying planets, drinking the blood of numerous alien species and generally causing chaos while playing “We'll Meet Again” on a music player.

“Why are you playing that song over images of total destruction?” Dipper asked. “What, it helps calm me down! Would you prefer something like 'Fly Me to the Moon' instead?” Ford responded. “Anyway, I need you and the rest of the family to be on their guard in case he gets bored and decides to go to Earth, which might not happen given the deal we made.”

Ford was wrong about what he said as Diamond Brandy finally touched down in a forest clearing. “We are here.” he declared as Armageddon took his human form again. “So many brainless mortals, fresh for draining.” Armageddon added. “I have a plan, I shall go undercover as a human and find our first victim.” the sword explained changing his snake tail into normal human legs covered in jeans. “Excellent idea my comrade.”

Back in the attic, Mabel & Haruko were sound asleep but Dipper was still awake, wondering about the Vespa woman. “Are you asleep?” he asked her. “Who are you really, what are you? Where did you come from?” Suddenly Haruko woke up and leapt on the boy's bed. “Were you just about to confess your great love for me?” she wondered. “I didn't know you were awake!” he said. “How embarrassing!” she snickered.

“Why did you come back anyway?” Dipper asked Haruko. “Just to see you two again!” she replied grinning. “Your head's the only one that works Takkun.” she added. “You're a liar.” Dipper said before she switched to sitting on his bedside. “It's the truth.” she said. “Are you just going to leave us again?” he asked. “Do you and Mabel wanna come with?” the pink haired woman offered. “You two wanna throw everything away and come with me?”

“You really mean it, why are you being so nice?” Dipper wondered. “You're still just a kid Takkun, y'know?” Haruko said. Her younger companion was brought to tears and hugged her tight. “Why did you leave without saying anything?!” he sobbed. When living in a town that was currently covered in smoke, you would forget that there was a whole other world outside, and Haruko was proof that there was still civilization outside of the small Oregon town.

“Good morning Takkun, I brought you some breakfast.” Ford said to the little mechanical mutt the next morning while holding a crate of some old machinery. “Hope you're still hungry!” He dumped the technology on Takkun and it swallowed them all whole. “Yo egghead, seen the kids anywhere? I've been searchin' for them all morning.” Stan called as he entered the lab. “And what are you doing with that crate of scrap metal?”

“I'm just feeding this little miscreant I found yesterday.” Ford replied as it continued digging in. “Say hello to my brother Takkun.” he said to Takkun who just looked at Stan before going back to eating. “Listen Ford, Waddles is just enough. I don't want another animal who rolls around in their own filth!” Stan scolded his brother. “If that even is an animal.” he followed up. “I don't even know what it is but it sure loves to eat gadgets and gizmos aplenty.” the polydactyl stated. “Well anyways, I've been looking for Dipper & Mabel all morning and it seems Haruko vanished too. Wherever they are, I'm starting to get worried.”

Meanwhile somewhere far away from town, Haruko and the twins zoomed around on her Vespa now weighed down by luggage as they left Gravity Falls. Both of the kids were clinging on for dear life as the housemaid drove at the speed of sound. As the trio raced off, Amarao had removed the hunk of metal from the remains of the golf cart. “It's normally connected to the contact unit, but we found it like this.” Kitsurubami said. “That means the core is functioning independently. I understand your whole team read the document.” her boss responded. “Yes, last week in the maintenance room.”

“This planet is nearly as mangled as that hunk of garbage, and it will be yet unless we handle Medical Mechanica very carefully.” Amarao said squeezing a ball in his hand. “Yeah, but don't you think the Pirate King has some plan to stop it or Diamond Brandy?” his subordinate wondered. “I wouldn't count on it. He's not one of us y'know, we're not that close. Anyway, we don't even know where Atomsk disappeared to or if Brandy still has his sights set on Earth.”

Meanwhile the Pines twins and Haruko had stopped at a noodle place for some lunch. “BLECH!” Haruko gagged on her ramen and started spitting it out. “I told you so, you can't get some off-brand just because it's jumbo-sized.” Dipper said. “Yeah, you have to stick with the good kind like this UFO yakisoba all the way from Japan, and it smells like the 90s!” Mabel added.

“Trade!” their older companion shouted switching her noodles with Mabel's. “When you act selfish like that, bad things are bound to happen you know.” the boy continued. “Oh well, guess I'll have to deal with the bad things then.” Haruko replied her mouth filled with noodles. “Think of it like this, eating ramen that tastes really bad can be kind of fun too.”

“That smoke is getting really annoying.” Mabel complained as they examined the Medical Mechanica factory towering over there. “You're always fighting Medical Mechanica right? Is it like your job or something?” Dipper wondered to which Haruko replied with a scoff and a smirk. “They took something I really wanted from me, so I'm trying to get it back. That's the deal.” she explained. “Can you do it?” Mabel asked. “As long as I have you two.”

“Yeah, as long as we all stick together there's nothing that can-” Mabel exclaimed before she got distracted by a handsome white-haired man wearing nothing but jeans & a pair of sneakers and smoking a cigarette labeled “Never knows best” on it. “Buh-buh-buh-beautiful shirtless man.” she moaned walking closer to the figure. “Oh boy, not again.” Dipper sighed.

“Yo, what's up kid?” the man greeted Mabel as she looked lovingly into his red eyes. “Hi I'm Mabel, I'm twelve and I own a pig! Wanna get married?!” she exclaimed. “Whoa, slow down there little lady! Lemme introduce myself first.” the man exclaimed tossing away his cigarette. “The name's Arnold Geddon.” he introduced himself. “My name's Mabel Pines, this is my brother Dipper and our friend Haruko Haruhara!” Mabel introduced herself and the others to Arnold. “What up?” Haruko greeted, but Dipper glared at Arnold suspiciously.

“Hey, what's up with your brother there?” Arnold asked gesturing towards Dipper. “Don't mind me pal, it's just that some of Mabel's past boyfriends this summer were either jerks or a bunch of gnomes standing on top of each other. One time it was both.” Dipper answered.

That night, Ford was out in the forest searching for the twins while taking Takkun for a walk. “Dipper, Mabel, are you there?” he called out. “Anyone?!” He picked up his cellphone and dialed to call his brother. “Anything Ford?” the con-artist asked. “No Stanley, not a peep.” he replied. “It's already past midnight and I'm getting worried. Plus I have a stinking feeling that someone is watching me.”

Unbeknownst to the six-fingered genius, he was right as a certain demon was observing him from the shadows. “That is quite an intriguing specimen if I do say so myself.” he wondered watching Ford continue his search while examining Takkun, which ate a random can on the ground. “Easy there little guy, it's not breakfast yet!” Ford cried tugging on its leash. “We should head back to the shack and reassess the situation tomorrow.” He walked away into the shadow of the night as a red light blinked above him.

The next day, Soos and Wendy decided to search for the kids & Haruko themselves, taking the handyman's pickup truck around town asking the other townsfolk. They looked for hours on end until they stopped at a noodle place along a highway outside of Gravity Falls.

“I don't know Wendy, maybe we should just kinda give up, you know?” Soos said glumly, which was a complete shocker coming from the friendly employee of Stan. “Whoa Soos, I never expected you to say that!” Wendy replied utterly aghast at her coworker's statement. “You're pretty much the Pines's best friend and seeing you all defeated like that is just really weird and kinda sad at the same time. C'mon, let's get some noodles. I'm starving.”

Making their way to the counter, the two of them noticed a familiar looking Vespa bike near the stand. “Hey lady, are those kids with you and the fat guy?” the man at the counter asked pointing at a bench. Walking over to it, the two Mystery Shack employees found Dipper, Mabel, Haruko and another person sleeping on it. “Well whaddya know?” Soos stated proudly.

“How come you haven't called someone about this yet?” Wendy asked the noodle joint man. “Babe, when you're nineteen and you realized you've wasted your entire life like I did, you'll understand why.” he replied with a rather strange analogy. “Oooookay then.” the lumberjane replied nervously before picking up her cellphone to call her boss. “Hey Mr. Pines, I found Dipper & Mabel at the noodle place. How long til you get over here?” she asked him. “Gimme a bit Wendy, Ford's gone off somewhere with a big metal-eating dog thing.” Stan replied.

“Heel Takkun, heel!” Ford cried pulling on the dog robot's leash as it scoured the town's local junkyard for more metal to eat, now that it was more gargantuan in size. It eventually came across a small scrap-made hovel that was home to Old Man McGucket and starting taking large bits out of it. “Hey pal, tell your dog to quit devouring mah house!” the crazy prospector shouted storming outside only to find that the creature's owner was a familiar face. “Hey is it me or do you look like someone I knew?” he asked Ford. “Fiddleford, is that you?” Stanford wondered examining his former lab partner's current form. “It's the unicorn Illuminati, they sent their agents to get me!” McGucket exclaimed running away.

“Did you hear that Dipper and Mabel went missing?” Grenda asked as she and Candy walked down the street. “Yes I have, and the others are trying to find them. Plus their crazy housemaid went off as well.” Candy replied. “Did you also hear about all the disappeared vehicles? Cars, trucks, motorcycles, bikes, all gone.” she followed up before they discovered Ford pulling on Takkun's leash.

“Stop this Takkun, you might as well eat the entire town!” the scientist screamed before turning to the two girls. “Hello there kids, this isn't what it looks like!” he frantically stated to them. “Hey, that's the other Mr. Pines! But what's he doing with that thing?” Grenda exclaimed while Takkun appeared behind the elder and started charging at them. “No Takkun, they're children! You can't eat those, be a good whatever-you-are!”

Takkun then started chewing on a nearby pickup truck. “Stop this right now Takkun, you've been a very bad boy! Bad!” Ford scolded the mechanical mutt. “I really hate to be the guy who owns that truck.” Candy said as Takkun continued chomping on the truck.

“So who's the shirtless guy with them?” Stan asked Soos and Wendy at the bench near the noodle joint. “I have no idea Stan, maybe he's some kinda hitchhiker they became dude-friends with or another one of Mabel's crushes.” the portly repairman answered. “Think we should try wakin' 'em up?” Wendy offered. “Naw, let them rest for a bit.” Grunkle Stan replied leaning on the Stanleymobile and stroking the bill of his tophat.

Meanwhile somewhere across town, Amarao and Kitsurubami were driving through the forest averting their gaze away from the various oddities that reside there. “So Kitsurubami, what do you like to do when you're off the clock?” the commander asked trying to strike up a conversation with his subordinate. “Sir, I don't think now's a good time to ask that.” Kitsurubami replied nervously clutching the stick shift. “Don't be so cold, we're on the same team. C'mon, tell me.” he added touching her hand, only for her to snap hers back in disgust. “This is a problem!” she stated. “Well this kind of problem is nothing, trust me.” he answered before they were suddenly stopped by a larger Takkun marching around searching for more things to eat while Stanford clung onto its body. “COMMANDER!”

“Geez, it's huge!” Amarao cried as they gazed at the sight before them. “Listen Takkun, you shouldn't do something like this!” Ford howled. “Takkun? You know what that is? It's the terminal core!” the D.I.I commander explained. “It's been making him feed it!” The duo jumped out of the car as Takkun crushed it under its foot.

Amarao tumbled on the ground before he bumped into a familiar figure, that being Canti. “It's him!” he exclaimed. “In a green skirt?!” Kitsurubami replied questioning the Medical Machine's outfit. “What's he doing here?” Takkun continued its rampage as it began advancing towards town. Canti turned to Takkun, its screen flickering before a pair of columns that looked like brain matter burst from the back of its head, attaching itself to Takkun. “That's it, he's a component! He's a part of the terminal core!”

The horn sounded, catching the attention of Stan, Soos, Wendy and Haruko as the latter awoke. “Hot Belgian waffles, what's going on?!” Stan cried. “Looks like something crazy bad is happening back at town dudes! Anyone got a pair of binoculars?” Soos replied. “Here, take mine. I was using them to seek out new job opportunities, but I suppose they could come in handy for you guys.” the noodle salesman dejectedly sighed pulling out a pair of binoculars and handing them to Soos. Gazing through them, he spotted Ford clinging on for dear life. “Guys, I think that thing is Ford's robo-dog!” Soos shouted handing them to Stan. “I knew that Takkun was gonna be nothing but trouble! C'mon everyone, we've got a brother of mine to save!”

Clambering into the Stanleymobile, Stan and the others, along with Arnold, raced off back to Gravity Falls with Haruko and the twins following behind on her Vespa. “Sleepy time's all over! Hey, do you hear that kids?!” Haruko screamed. “What's going on?” Dipper wondered. “Hear what?” Mabel added. “IT'S THE CLIMAX!” the Vespa woman cried as they got faster.

Kitsurubami tried her hardest to shoot Takkun down but she failed to do so as it charged at her. “Get outta here!” Amarao cried pushing her out of the way, only to find himself attached to its body. “I can't get loose!” he shouted trying to wriggle free. The Pines and the others arrived at the town square where the Medical Mechanica factory towered over them. “Looks like it's heading for the giant hand!” Wendy shouted pointing at Takkun as it soared to Medical Mechanica. However, Haruko zoomed past them on the Vespa towards the factory, with Dipper and Mabel still on it. “Hey, where are you going?”

Takkun finally crashed onto the giant hand that casted a shadow over Medical Mechanica, with Ford and Amarao landing on it. “Agh, my head. Hopefully that metal plate I inserted into my head was able to keep me from having a concussion.” Ford groaned getting up, and Amarao did so as well before his phone started ringing. “I-is the bomb gonna go off?!” Kitsurubami panicked on the other line. “Not yet, it's missing something. I'm not sure what.” Amarao replied before he turned to Haruko and the children soaring through the air. “It's her!” he added shooting them all down.

The Vespa crash landed and the twins stood face to face with the big-browed adult holding them at gunpoint with Haruko standing behind them. “Where's your eyebrows boy? Why did you take them off?” he asked them. “You two shouldn't trust her, she only thinks about herself! She doesn't care about what happens to you or anyone! But you have family and friends, especially those old men, the fat guy and the redhead.”

Mabel was a bit uneasy, but she started walking toward Amarao. “Mabel, what're you doing?!” Dipper cried as he stood there alone. “I'm sorry bro-bro, but maybe the eyebrow man is right! Haruko is pretty crazy but I don't think she's try-and-destroy-the-world crazy. But still, I don't want to be gal pals with a selfish person!” his sister explained. “Your sister is right, who would ever want to be gal pals with a sociopath?!” Amarao shouted.

Dipper said nothing as he turned heel and walked toward Haruko. “What're you doing boy?! She'll kill us all! You brat!” Amarao cried when he walked up to Haruko and she held him close. “Takkun, it's time I get what I want, but I'm gonna need your help 'kay?” she said softly before tossing the boy up into the air and slammed him with his guitar. “ALRIGHT, GET READY!” she cried much to the shock of Amarao and Mabel. “Don't do it!” the government agent begged. “LUNCHTIME!!!!!” Haruko screamed batting Dipper into Takkun's mouth and it swallowed him whole. “Agh, we're screwed!”

Takkun roared before inserting itself into the palm of the hand, creating a glowing gear symbol which began to turn. Dipper on the other hand found himself on another planet covered in irons. “This is insane, you're doing exactly what Medical Mechanica wants!” Amarao exclaimed. “They've been ironing out planets across the galaxy, smoothing out the wrinkles so you can't think! Even the Pirate King has been captured, they're using him to lure you in! It's over, IT'S ALL OVER!!!

“I said I don't care about that!” Haruko declared. “I'm only here for Atomsk, that's all! I don't care what happens to this planet, but I guess they'll have to start thinkin' smooth!” Meanwhile, Ford watched in shock at the sight before him. This seemingly ordinary if somewhat psychotic housemaid just fed his great-nephew to the hand and claimed she doesn't care what happens to Earth, but then suddenly he felt something even worse coming.

“Or maybe they shouldn't think at all!” a booming voice responded before a figure burst out from the sky and descended on the hand. It was none other than Diamond Brandy, now back to complete his master plan. “Hello there Stanford.” he greeted the scientist.

“YOU! But I thought we agreed you would leave Earth alone!” Ford freaked out. “We did agree on that, but I only decided to destroy the planet because there were no other planets left to obliterate.” Brandy explained. “And it seems I arrived just in time for the grand finale.” He then snapped his fingers which surrounded Ford, Mabel, Amarao & Haruko in a red aura and brought them forth, along with Stan and Kitsurubami. “At last, the prophecy has nearly come to pass.” the demon announced gesturing to each of his captives. “Shooting Star, Six-Fingered Hand, Mackerel, Guitar, Eyebrows and Pistol!”

“Wait, what's he talking about?” Mabel asked trying to escape. “A prophecy on the runes I bought from a pawnshop long ago stated eight mortals would play a part in stopping him, and we're six of those!” Ford replied. “Seems we're missing Pine Tree and Screen. Oh well, guess I'll have to choose a sacrifice without them.” Diamond snidely commented setting them all down. “So which one wants to die?”

“Leave me outta this, I'm all the joy!” Mabel whimpered clinging onto Kitsurubami's leg. Everybody else backed away leaving only Stan standing. “I've kind of become a catalyst for these events by bringing Haruko into our lives, and now it's fitting that I shall end it.” he solenmly stated before handing his checkerboard hat to Kitsurubami. “Hey lady, hold this. And by the way, loved the cannon. Bitches love cannons!” he stated before taking off his fez and giving it to his brother. “And Ford, remember me as I lived.”

“Stan, what's going on? Why do you sound so dire?!” Ford shouted with worry as his estranged brother stepped forth with swagger, knowing this may be the day he withdraws coolly into the afterlife. “So Mackerel chooses to perish? Very well then.” Diamond announced as he held out his hand. “My instrument of destruction Armageddon, I summon thee to my side!” he boldly proclaimed before Arnold Geddon appeared before him and turning to Mabel. “Wait, you're with him?” she screamed with tears in her eyes. “Sorry little girl, but I'm with the in-crowd.” Arnold scoffed before switching his human legs with his snake tail and shapeshifted into his master's blade.

“Any last requests brother of Pines?” Diamond Brandy said pointing the sharp edge of the sword at the con-artist's neck. “Yeah,” Stan answered with a smirk. “Look down.” The Pole Person was confused at his victim's statement until the hand started turning to grip the factory. “See what I mean, she tricked you! I tried to tell you all!” Amarao cried before they all grabbed onto Ford, who was trying to hold onto the giant appendage with a magnet gun. “I gotta ask Ford, where's Dipper?!” Stan cried, obviously very worried for the boy. “It's Haruko, she fed him to Takkun, or the 'terminal core' as I've been told it's called, and she wants him to find the Pirate King!”

Stan got very angry at his brother's reveal. How could someone who's become so close to him just up and try to kill one of his relatives?! “Are you serious right now?! She and I were best buddies and now she decides to betray all of us and leave my great-nephew to die? I've got some choice words for that rosado-scalped broad!” he screamed. “At least someone believes me! I can't hold onto these coattails anymore!” Amarao screamed before they all fell down on top of the factory where they were about to meet their demise at the literal hand of the giant hand.

It grabbed hold of the factory and prepared to iron everything out before a red light began to shine. It was Canti, now colored red again and holding it up with all its might. “Here he is!” Haruko shouted in excitement before she spotted an eerie looking silhouette emerging from the screen, which turned out to be nothing but Dipper as he obliterated the hand. “That kid, he actually did it!” Amarao exclaimed in wonder. “He got the powers of the Pirate King, Atomsk!” He was indeed right as Dipper stood tall, dual-wielding the Gibson Flying-V and a new guitar while glowing with the infinite power of the infamous Pirate King.

“Whoa! Dipper is like a god now!” Mabel exclaimed while Haruko and Diamond Brandy watched in shock before gritting their teeth. “You can't do that Takkun, that power belongs to me!” Haruko growled before letting out a mighty battle cry and charging at Dipper. “No you foolish mortal, the might of Atomsk shall be mine to control!” Diamond shouted back before bolting upwards and trying to kill the Vespa woman, the resulting shockwave from their clash rocking the entire Oregon settlement and the evacuating citizens.

“Don't get in my way or you'll regret it big guy!” Haruko screamed as her Rickenbacker clashed with his Instrument of Destruction. “That's what you think Guitar, I will rip you to shreds!” Brandy howled back before he was suddenly distracted by a wayward magnet bolt from Ford. “Eat magnets monster!” the polydactyl cried before firing another at his sword, destabilizing its form and changing into Armageddon. “Master, what is going on?!” he cried before Haruko struck him in the chest with her instrument, finally killing him for good as he exploded into light. “Weapon or not, I am still superior to you!” Brandy declared as he prepared an attack. “STEEL BALL RUN!” He morphed into a sphere of pure iron and spin-dashed into her.

“Hey wait a minute, Dipper has got some weirdo cosmic power in his pocket now, shouldn't he try and kill him?” Stan inquired. “This is our chance, we can gather the outsiders and destroy all three of them!” Kitsurubami planned. “I'm not gonna go easy on you Brandy, only one can eat Atomsk's power and that's gonna be me!” Haruko cried before their battle was suddenly interrupted by Dipper, still bearing Atomsk's power, preparing to strike Brandy with both of his guitars.

“It's.....so.....beautiful.” Those were the final words of Diamond Brand before he was completely disintegrated by a single guitar strike, erasing his body from existence. “As much I'd thank you for taking that guy out for me, I'm still pissed off at you for taking my chance at true power!” Haruko screamed preparing one last attack before Dipper stopped her and tossed her bass into the air, making her fall on the factory. “That guitar....” The pine tree boy came charging at her again, this time wielding a double-necked guitar. “She's even worse that Medical Mechanica, you're not going to get what you want from her! Fight back, take her out!”

Dipper landed at her feet as a regular human boy now with the double-necked guitar in hand and with three simple words to say.

“I love you.”

Haruko was taken aback by his declaration of amour before he kissed her on the lips, to the joy of Mabel and the shock of Amarao. A pair of wings burst out from the boy's horn, creating a scarlet spectacle before forming into a giant bird. “Atomsk!” Haruko cried as gravity reversed itself all over Gravity Falls. “Yo dude, what's happening?!” Soos exclaimed as he felt himself elevate into the air. “This is just like the last time gravity reversed itself, except there's no universe-ending portal involved!” Wendy added.

“N.O.! AAAAAGH!!!!” Amarao screamed into the heavens. It was almost as if the apocalypse has come when Atomsk's mere presence caused reality to crumble while it continued taking hold of the Medical Machine factory and absorbed the giant hand into its body before soaring off into the stars above. Gravity soon returned to normal as Medical Mechanica crashed into the ground, completely destroying it.

Haruko gazed up into the sky as everybody returned to solid ground and soon turned to Dipper. “Well looks like Atomsk escaped, all thanks to you and your sister Takkun. We couldn't pull it off.” she said her farewells to her younger companion as her Vespa hovered into the air, now with the double-necked guitar in tow. “So, you two wanna come along?” Dipper only replied with silence. “You know what, forget it. You're still just a kid Takk-I mean, Dipper. Save it for next time.” She pushed down her goggles and soared off into the world above.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Pines family and Amarao & Kitsurubami emerged from the rubble with a few injuries but still in one piece. “What just happened?” Stan wondered before he noticed the remains of the Medical Mechanica factory atop the hill. “I think we finally won. Diamond Brandy is dead, Medical Mechanica is done for and the galaxy is still sort of intact. Hopefully all the people killed by him came back to life.” Ford replied. “Dipper, where are you?!” Mabel called out to her brother before running away. “Mabel, come back!” the grunkle called to his niece before he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Mr. Pines, I think this belongs to you.” Kitsurubami stated still holding his checkerboard hat. “Meh, you can keep it babe. I think that headgear made me go nuts. And speaking of nuts, I think your boss might need some time to rethink his life.” Stan responded pointing to Amarao, who was still in shock over what just happened. “Hey dude, think you dropped your eyebrows.” Soos said picking up the commander's eyebrows and trying to hand them to him, but he didn't even notice. “Ah well, these do look pretty tasty though.” The handyman then shoved the brows into his mouth and started chewing them. “Taste kinda like sushi!”

“DIPPER!” Mabel cried running up to her brother and hugging her. “Mabel, I'm so glad you're still alive!” Dipper weeped returning the hug. “WHERE IS SHE?!” Stan boomed looking very angry and he marched towards his niblings. “Alright kids, where's that filthy Rickenbacker-playin' traitor?! I have a few choice words and obscene hand gestures to give her!”

“I think she's gone Grunkle Stan.” Dipper answered turning up to the sky before lowering his head to find her Rickenbacker just lying on the ground. “Hey, it's Haruko's guitar! Why did she leave it here?” Mabel wondered. “Maybe it was a parting gift.” the boy responded before finding another 'parting gift', that being a Vespa with a note on it. “Just in case you change your mind, H. P.S. I took one of Mabel's sweaters to remember you by.” he read. Dipper just smiled while walking up on a piece of rubble with bass in hand and looked up into the sky. “Ooh, that looks like a great scrapbook-ortunity!” Mabel exclaimed taking a picture.

And so, life returned to normal in Gravity Falls, Well, normal as it can get anyway. The town was under reconstruction after the rampage of Takkun, Amarao & Kitsurubami returned to Washington, Canti started wandering Oregon and word of the past events spread like wildfire. “In other news, the town is still under restoration after what happened yesterday with Preston Northwest under investigation for his involvement in Medical Mechanica's plans. There has also been citizens saying 'fooly cooly' but nobody can truly decipher what it means, whether it's just complete nonsense or some kind of sexual innuendo.” the news reporter said on TV.

“I knew fooly cooly would catch on!” Stan boasted rising from his easychair. “And I plan to spread it even further! T-shirts, coffee mugs, snowglobes and much more saying 'I Survived the Oregon Fooly Cooly of 2012!' It'll be a smash hit with tourists!” he declared. “I think it's best no one knows about this Grunkle Stan.” Dipper stoically said. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. “I'll get it!” Mabel chirped skipping to the front door and opening it to find Stan's sugar transporting friend looking very mad.

“Hello there lass, is your great uncle home?” he asked. “Uh Grunkle Stan, that illegal sugar guy is here.” Mabel called to the old man. Walking to the front door, he immediately spotted Scott along with Jackson, Damien and Big Tiny standing behind him. “Hey Scott, you came here with my money? And why are THEY here?” Stan said to Scott. “Simple Pines, we came to give you that money!” Scott shouted punching his former associate in the face. “I want some retribution for you giving me cinnamon in that damned crate!”

“Wait, cinnamon? I didn't even notice!” Stan tried to defend himself before Big Tiny butted in. “And I also want payback for being humiliated at Booby's!” the vertically challenged mobster shouted summoning his two bodyguards to his side with a snap of his fingers. “And I need a big score to go up to top assassin status!” Damien added. Finally, there was Jackson who just smirked evilly and said “Get him.”

Stan tossed a few of his smoke bombs to the ground blinding the criminals as he made a break for it and hopped on the Vespa Haruko left behind. “Crazy space scooter, don't fail me now!” he exclaimed as he flew high into the sky only to crash into the ground beside the Mystery Shack. “There he is, oar him!” Big Tiny called as his henchmen began to beat him with oars again while the other crooks watched in sadistic glee.

“Well don't just stand there kids, help me!” Stan cried as the twins and Ford rushed outside. “I wish I had something that could get rid of them all in one shot, but sadly I have none.” Ford said. “Wait, I think I know what to do.” Dipper said rushing inside. Upstairs, the Rickenbacker that once belonged to their former housekeeper Haruko Haruhara rested on the young detective's bed as it twanged one of its strings by itself.

Well guys, this is it. The end of the road! Thank you all for coming! Be sure to check out the author's other works and stay tuned for more stories to come! But for now, here's every major character pulling an Evangelion and congratulating you for making it this far.

Dipper: Congratulations!

Mabel: Congratulations!

Stan: Wait, what the?

Ford: Congratulations I guess.

Waddles: (oinking)

Soos: Congrats dude!

Wendy: Yeah, congrats!

Haruko: Congratulations!

Canti: (beeping)

Amarao: Congratulations!

Kitsurubami: Congratulations!

Diamond Brandy: I hate you all.

Well hopefully we won't be doing more of this. Wait, what's that Dipper?

They're making two more seasons next year Grunkle Stan.

Seriously?! Well count me out! I've already had enough weirdness in this story and that's that! Au revoir suckers!

You think he'll be back Mabel?

He might be. Anyways readers, will we do a sequel? Who knows! But until then, stay weird! Hey, we should make that a catchphrase!

#gravity falls #flcl #fanfiction #crossover #fooly falls #dipper pines #mabel pines #haruko haruhara #canti #stanley pines #stanford pines #soos ramirez #wendy corduroy #commander amarao #lt. kitsurubami #diamond brandy

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Bad Clothes Sunday

Pairing: Gritz, Fritz Howard/Gavin Baker

Rating: T (for language and suggestive dialogue)

Summary: The fashionable Mr. Baker has a sartorial secret he doesn’t want anyone to find out about. So of course Fritz does.

Word count: Like 2,660-ish

Tags: Fritz Howard/Gavin Baker, Gritz, Fritz Howard, Gavin Q. Baker III, fluff, humor

Read it on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12299103

Note: for @brieflymaximumprincess, who gave me the prompt and is also like one of three who ship this crazy, random (but also very sexy ship) with me. ((hugs))

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Adjusting the brim on his pilfered baseball cap so it dips low over his forehead, Gavin plasters himself to the wall and peeks around the corner. The young security guard patrolling the corridors ambles down the hall in front of The Law Offices of Riley, Melkinson & Baker, munching on what looks like the remnants of a maple bar while flicking his thumb across his phone. Happy, colorful music burbles through a silence disturbed only by the low rumble of the building’s industrial air conditioner. Even though the guard is obviously lost in the digital world of Candy Crush or Angry Birds or whatever silly little games kids are playing these days (Gavin beat both games like fifty times already and got bored with them), his heart stutters in his chest and adrenaline courses through him like liquid ice.

If this guy sees him, rumors will fly and oh, he’ll never hear the end of it from whoever he tells, because if he’s worked here for at least a week he’ll know that this right here is most definitely worth telling. Not to mention the shining opportunity for blackmail. Only an idiot or a saint would pass up a shining opportunity like this. Or Fritz, who’s just a little bit of both, bless his sweet, innocent little heart. But screw Fritz, he’s never finding out. Gavin will keep this shame a secret and take this secret shame to his grave.

Humming off key, the guard stuffs the rest of the doughnut in his mouth and rounds the corner at the far end of the hall, absently swishing crumbs from his fingers. Still plastered to the wall, Gavin holds his breath and strains his hearing to make sure the guard isn’t suddenly going to come back and suck up the tiny doughnut droppings speckling the blue carpet like a hungry vacuum. Only after the soft footfalls and cheerful beepey boopey bling blang bling of whatever game the guard is playing have long faded away does Gavin dare move.

Biting his lip, he oozes around the corner and, eyes glued on the opposite end of the hallway, slinks silently to the office door. His beat-up pair of old black Nike sneakers are so ancient and well-worn they couldn’t squeak and betray his presence even if they wanted to. Honestly he’s surprised they haven’t fallen apart after all these years of loyal service. A good pair of shoes is almost as hard to find as a good man. Lucky for Gavin he seems to have found both, though said shoes and good man will never make each other’s acquaintance.

Snaking a hand into the pocket of his frayed, holey pair of jeans, he slips out his keys and shuffles through them for the one to the office front door, careful not to let them jangle and clang together. He’s just found it and slipped it into the lock when something thumps in the near distance. Stiffening, he goes still and cocks his head to the side, listening. Despite the cool, almost frigid temperature, his ratty old long-sleeved red and white Stanford shirt clings to him like he’s in a sauna. Thump. Thump. Thump. Footsteps. Very heavy footsteps. Shit. Throwing caution aside like last year’s fashion, Gavin twists the keys, throws open the door, and dashes through the entryway and down the hall that leads to his office.

He’s panting by the time he rushes inside, shuts the door, and leans against it. No one tries to follow him in. No pounding on the door or demands to see identification. He did it. Yes! Briefly closing his eyes, he draws in a deep breath through his nose and lets it out quietly as the tension drains from his body. He obviously needs to hit the gym a little more often if such a short sprint did him in, but damn it, he did it.

Well, half of it, at least. Not bothering to turn on the overhead lights — there’s more than enough light from the morning sun streaking through the slats in the window blinds — Gavin takes a crumpled piece of notebook paper from his other pocket, goes to his desk, and rummages around in the drawers for the files he needs, grumbling under his breath at Riley for burying him in an avalanche of work. He’d much rather spend his weekend fucking the socks off his hot FBI boyfriend, but no, he has to write a couple of rejoinders and motions to dismiss and look up case precedents for that hellacious medical malpractice lawsuit with the photo exhibits that make him want to trade in his silk Armani boxers for reinforced steel underwear. Just because Riley isn’t getting any, she has to go and cock block Gavin.

Rude. So very, very rude.

Oh well, at least he’ll get to charge her for it. Billable hours: the balm that soothes all wounds.

Once he has all the files, Gavin tucks the thick stack under his arm and sneaks to the waiting area like he’s a diabetic kid in a pastry shop instead of a law partner in his own office suite. Pausing behind a large fake potted plant, he listens to make sure Doughnut Guard isn’t going to come around the corner anytime soon. Then like lightning he’s out the door, locking it, and speeding down the hall toward the elevator bank and then to his car, praying to whichever god might exist and might be listening that no one he knows sees him.

No one does, and with a mental fist pump he dumps the files on the passenger seat and then slides behind the wheel of his burgundy Lexus, chin high and chest puffed out.

Gavin is still congratulating himself on a heist well done when he pulls into the parking lot for his building. Choosing a spot without any other cars nearby, he gathers the files and strides inside, deciding to take the stairs and get in some more exercise. By the time he reaches his landing five flights later he’s more than a little out of breath. Vowing to reacquaint himself with the elliptical collecting dust in his spare room (as soon as he’s done with this pile of work and does some laundry and takes a nap because he had to get up so hellaciously early), he saunters toward his door, digging around in his pocket for his keys.

And smacks into something solid.

Yelping, Gavin stumbles backward as something hot splashes across his chest. He throws out his arms, more than willing to sacrifice Riley’s stack of busywork to catch his balance and, more importantly, spare his dignity, but nope. The files go flying as he lands hard on his back, knocking all the air out his lungs. Coughing and gasping, he props himself up on his elbows, sprawled in a pile of splayed folders. A couple of loose papers flutter through the air. Still heaving in breaths, he watches as they dance and swirl and then land neatly on his lap, no earthly idea which file they came from and where they go in it .

Well.

Shit.

“Gavin?”

Oh fuck.

It’s Fritz, because of course it is, because the universe hates lawyers, or maybe just Gavin, he’s not sure.

A sudden, heavy coldness hits his core. Breath hitching, Gavin ducks his head and turns away, pulling the baseball cap even lower. Now would be a good time to spontaneously combust. Or instantly die from sudden onset cardiac arrest. At this point he’d take a golf-ball sized meteor randomly crashing through the ceiling and hitting him square in the forehead, he’s not picky. Just as long as the universe stops hating him long enough to kindly put him out of his misery.

“Gavin, is that you? And is that — is that my Dodgers cap?” Fritz’s voice stutters into an incredulous laugh at the end, and oh, this is perfect. Just perfect.

Gavin can practically feel the flush creeping up his neck, burning his face and ears. He has half a mind to bolt down the stairs, work be damned, but that still leaves him with the problem of being out in the open, exposed, unable to get inside his apartment with really nowhere else to hide. Well, okay, technically he could hide in the public bathroom in the foyer, but Fritz has already seen him dressed like a fashion-senseless hobo, so doing that would just add a rotten little cherry on top of his shame sundae. He really, really doesn’t feel like adding a rotten little cherry on top of his shame sundae.

“You okay?” Fritz asks from up above, finally having the decency to sound worried about Gavin instead of snerking up a storm at his expense.

Grimacing, Gavin swallows hard as he rolls over onto his stomach and pushes himself up to his knees. “’M fine,” he mumbles at the floor, collecting the loose papers and pulling the pile of files toward himself, trying to scrape up what’s left of his dignity in the process. Never in the course of their relationship has he ever wished that Fritz would just leave as much as he does right now. Go away, Fritz. Go away, go away, go away…

Two venti Starbucks coffee cups join the pile of papers. The lids are caked with dried coffee, solving the mystery of what new stain has joined the army of ancient set-in stains on his equally ancient Stanford shirt. It’s a miracle none of the hot coffee splashed through one of the myriad holes and burned his skin. “Here, let me help you,” Fritz says as he kneels in front of Gavin, grabbing for a splayed, upside down file folder with its contents bent at weird angles and all jumbled together.

Gavin swats his hand away. “I’ve got it, thanks” he snaps, a little more harshly than he meant to, as he grabs the file away from Fritz. To his credit, Fritz just makes a noncommittal noise and pulls his hands away, holding them up as though proving he doesn’t have any of Gavin’s papers. Swallowing, Gavin unscrunches the documents inside as best as he can and then presses the folder to his chest like a shield. He knows Fritz is just being his kind, helpful self, but still. This is exactly what he didn’t want to happen, so of course it’s happening.

Maybe he should convince himself he doesn’t want a million dollars. With his luck, he just might get it.

Gavin is reaching out to grab another topsy-turvy file folder when Fritz shifts forward, then gently cups Gavin’s face in those big, warm hands of his and makes him look Fritz in the face. Swallowing again, Gavin stares determinedly at Fritz’s smiling mouth (of course he would think this is funny) and the stubble lightly dusting his jawline, refusing to meet his gaze. Fritz just tilts Gavin’s chin up until he has to look him in the eye.

His deep brown eyes are soft and shining with warmth. Stroking Gavin’s cheeks with his thumbs, Fritz leans forward and kisses him. It’s a simple thing really, just a brush of lips against lips, not even any tongue to make it interesting, but it does the trick. All Gavin’s carefully constructed walls come tumbling down and he sighs, eyelids fluttering shut. Tossing the file folder away, he scoots across the others, careless that he’s messing them up even more, and wraps his arms around Fritz’s neck. The FBI agent’s woodsy musk washes over Gavin and he breathes it in deeply, can feel it calming his frazzled nerves.

Far too soon Fritz is pulling away. Gavin makes a little noise of disappointment in his throat at the loss of contact and leans forward to reconnect, but Fritz gently pushes him back. Still smiling, he holds Gavin at arm’s length, giving him a quick once over. Gavin fidgets under his scrutiny, easy though it is, and crosses his arms over his chest, wishing he hadn’t tossed away the file folder.

Then Fritz pecks him on the nose, chuckling as Gavin instinctively scrunches up his face at the ticklish sensation. “You look adorable,” Fritz says, flicking the rim of the ballcap with his fingertips.

Gavin snorts and sucks in his cheeks. “I look like a bum,” he says flatly, pulling back so Fritz can’t thwack the hat.

Fritz just moves with him and continues thwacking the hat. “A cute bum,” he says with a goofy grin. “I knew you had normal clothes somewhere in that huge closet of yours.”

Gavin arches a brow at that, supremely offended at the suggestion that the rags he’s currently wearing have ever besmirched the closet where he hangs his designer suits and shirts with their presence. “These are not ‘normal clothes.’ These are…are…” he flaps a hand around as though that will help him pluck the definition for what he’s wearing out of the air.

“…average? Typical? Regular?”

Gavin shoots him a sarcastic little you-can-shut-up-now smirk before Fritz the handy dandy thesaurus can list off any more synonyms.

Chuckling, Fritz relents. “So why are you wearing them?” he asks as he scoops up some files and starts smoothing out the crimped pages.

Gavin sighs as he mirrors Fritz, quickly amassing a small, neat stack of folders. “Well, I had to make a quick run to the office to get some files, and I just…didn’t have time to plan out a nice outfit.”

Fritz tilts his head at that and squints over at Gavin, eyebrows practically in his hairline. “You didn’t have time to plan out a nice outfit,” he echoes. Shifting in place, he sets aside a file and holds out his hand. “Hi, I don’t think we’ve met. My name is Fritz Howard.”

Gavin huffs, ignoring the proffered hand. “I didn’t,” he insists. “I’m just so overbooked this week, and I have so much to do, and it really was supposed to be just a quick run, so…” he trails off with a shrug, plucking at the worn hem of his coffee-stained shirt. His little spiel reminds him that he really does have a lot of work to do, ideally before tomorrow afternoon, and it’s currently in disarray all over the floor. The beginnings of a headache throb at his temples and he fights the urge to just leave the files out here and hope no one steals them and collapse back into bed.

Preferably with Fritz.

Fritz squeezes his shoulders and presses a chaste kiss to his cheek, his stubble tickling Gavin’s skin. “You know I’m just giving you a hard time because I’ve never seen you in jeans before, right?”

Never let it be said that Gavin Q. Baker ever missed such a deliciously obvious opportunity for a double entendre.

Smirking, Gavin catches Fritz before he can pull away again and draws him into a properly intimate kiss. “Mmm, yes, I do know,” he says, tangling his fingers in Fritz’s short dark hair. “And you can make it up to me —” he swipes his tongue along Fritz’s bottom lip, eliciting a groan from the FBI agent “—by giving me an equally hard time —” he tugs on Fritz’s hair, tilting his head back so he can lick and nibble along his neck “—when I’m not wearing jeans.”

Fritz gives a breathy little laugh. “I guess we’d better take this inside then,” he says, voice husky.

Gavin has never cleaned up a mess faster in his life.

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