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shaderin posting!!! (after me and @ike-mcswains-mortician spent like an hour or more sobbing over them) these will not be coherent in ANY way btw ALSO me and lea came up with a name for shade witch which is Skaoi which means shadow in norse :] so I switch between the two! ALSOOO this is kind of some of the aasimars and aunties au that me and lea are cooking sooo yeah not all makes sense hehe
Do you think Shade Witch sees Erin’s face in the wood of Oakvale. No since they’re all the same, all the same bark patterns and lines which Erin always complained about. Skaoi could trace the trees wood in her sleep after she spent days tracing it, trying to engrave it in her memory. After days of her not hearing from Erin at the end of the world, the world was red and it cast blood red light on the trees and Skaoi’s hands and face. The same blood red of the flesh tomb she found Erin in, the same red of Erin’s blood that dripped onto the ground.
The sun finally lights up the sky, no longer dousing Skaoi in blood red, washing away her hands and face of the blood red, basking her in bright light. Her business was booming again and everything was well, the trees were still the same as ever but she could now see new trees in the horizon. All she could say when she met Erin was ‘Woah’ and now that’s all she could say looking up at the sky, blue instead of red and clouds speckling the sky like snow.
Erin sits in heaven, her witch hat dipped over her eyes, protecting her from the sun and so nobody could see her tears. ‘Woah’ she heard Shade Witch say, and she smiled.
Update: i think @apricior came up with this ship! so sorry for tagging you on this weird ramble btwww
#I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS CRACK SHIP#WHOEVER MADE IT CAN YOU PLEASE SHAKE MY HAND YOU ARE A GENIUS!!#also for your information i was listening to my shaderin playlist which is sadder than neccesary while writing this#oughsgdhdhdhdhd#dndads#dndads s2#shaderin#shade witch and erin#shade witch#erin o’neil#thoughts in the void#ALSO LEA I’M SO SORRY FOR THIS IF YOU SEE IT WAKING UP#yes i will tag this#aasimars and aunties#THIS ISN’T EVEN DNDADS ANYMORE WHATT#ITS JUST OCS PR SPMERHING#the love of an au my friend#this will only make more sense if you saw me and lea screaming about shaderin
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Lea’s advent calendar day 22- Eddie’s mischief
@writerthreads writing prompt for Christmas (2022), prompt 5:
["Someone spiked the eggnog!"]
Eddie x gn!reader
No trigger warning.
WC: ≈ 0.7K
December 23rd, 1986
You decided to host a small Christmas party with your friends before celebrating it with Eddie and his uncle tomorrow. Eddie is still recovering from his would, but he decided to sit on your kitchen counter while you’re making eggnogs.
You start by mixing egg yolk and sugar together in a bowl. Then you turn to put cream, milk, salt, and nutmeg in a saucepan. While your back is turned, Eddie spikes the eggnog with a bit of Whisky that is in his flask. Eddie finds that not spiked eggnog is bland. You stir the mixture and once it simmered, you start adding the hot mixture to the egg one, not noticing Eddie spiked it. Then, you add the entire mixture into the saucepan and whisk it for a minute before removing it from the heat and adding the vanilla. Once all of this is done, you put it in the fridge.
Then Eddie and you go get ready, and Eddie voluntarily omits to tell you that he spiked it. All your friends arrive, and you eat snacks as well as some tarts that you made. You all have a good time together, the older from the group drink some beer and the kids drink fruit juice and sodas. You all talk about everything except the traumatic events that you experienced in the Upside Down. You stay close to Eddie all night, not to keep an eye on him but more because since you’ve almost lost him, you want to spend every waking moments with him. When it is time for you to serve the eggnog, you kiss Eddie on the cheek and as every time you part you tell him.
“I’ll be right back” right before kissing him on the cheek.
You go into the kitchen and serve each eggnog in a small cups adding whipped cream, extra dash of cinnamon and nutmeg on top of each cups. You put all of them on a tray and bring them in the living room, putting them on the living room table.
As everyone is engaged in conversations, no one notices you brought the eggnogs. You’re also the shy kind of person and even though you feel comfortable around your friends you don’t dare to cut them off in their conversation to say you brought the eggnogs, so you let them here, sitting on the table and join Eddie, intertwining your fingers with him.
Eddie kisses your cheek while having a heated conversation about DnD with Dustin and Mike. You really love this protecting and loving side of Eddie. Even if he often teases the kids, you know how much he loves them. You listen to the conversation and admire your boyfriend’s caring side. At some point, Eddie notices the eggnog sitting there. He discretely smirks before turning to you and whispering in your ear “Why didn’t you tell us you brought your delicious eggnogs?”
“Didn’t want to bother anyone with that” you shrug. “It can wait.”
Eddie cups his hands around his mouth and starts screaming. “My beautiful partner’s eggnogs are on the living room table!” he announces to everyone.
Everyone except you runs to the table and grab a cup. Steve is the first one to eat the eggnog and you see him snatching Dustin’s cup from his hands and making a weird face.
“Who spiked the eggnog?!” he asks, pissed.
You glare at Eddie.
Eddie raises his hands in mock surrender. “Sorry, sorry, it’s just better when spiked.”
Steve takes the cups from each kid’s hands and you look at Eddie disappointed.
Eddie goes to you and kisses the crown of your head. “I’m sorry baby…” Eddie says
You pout. “Now the kids can’t even taste my eggnogs.”
“If it can make you feel better, despite the Whisky, they are really good.” Steve says, looking at you apologetically.
Later this evening, once everyone left, Eddie laid you on the bed and decided to make it up to you by worshiping your body and making you feel better than you ever did in your entire life. Even in recovery, Eddie knows how to make you and your body feel loved and worshipped.
#Lea’s advent calendar#Lea’s advent calendar 2023#eddie munson x yn#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x gn!reader#silly Eddie Munson#eddie munson lives#steve harrington is a mom#Christmas drabble#based on a prompt
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The Mark of Wolves - Red Rising fic
Synopsis
All my people sing of are memories. And so I will remember this death. It will burden me as it does not burden my fellow students—I must not let that change. I must not become like them. I’ll remember that every sin, every death, every sacrifice, is for freedom.
But Darrow forgets. He forgets everything. Red, Gold, the mines, the Sons of Ares, his mission, his family, his purpose, his dreams, his past. Eo. So what does Darrow become?
Drabble I
Drabble II: Proctor Mars
Proctor Mars had told Cassius he’ll meet us at the edge of the woods. That’s a mile away.
This will be the first time I step outside since waking up and it’s with a feeling of dread I realize I do not know what awaits me outside. I do not know the world.
All I know is this bare room, this thin blanket, and the faces of the people who stand by me. Four people. I can count them on one hand.
Lea and Quinn decide to go back to Castle Mars. Cassius warns them to be careful. They’re not to be noticed, or engage with any other members of our House. “Observe and report back.”
Quinn throws him a wink before leaving, but he’s already turning towards me. “Can you walk?”
“Yes,” I say, though I doubt it. It matters not, because staying here isn’t an option. I hunger for knowledge, for someone to tell me who I am. I need to know. The Proctor will know more. He must, because he chose me for his House. He saw something in me.
But first, I must pass his little test. Prove him that I’m worth his time. I have to reach him. I’ll crawl if I have to.
I dress while sitting down but it’s immediately apparent that the blow to my head has affected more than my memory. It takes me two tries to work my legs through my pants and I spend fiddling with the zipper of the jacket long enough that Roque takes over and closes it for me.
He also helps me up. Blood drains from my head and my vision briefly narrows. It takes a few deep breaths for the dizziness to abate. I catch Roque wincing. Looking down I see that my hands have involuntarily grabbed his arms in an iron tight hold.
I do not know my strength.
I release him. “Sorry,” I rasp.
“You’re showing signs of concussion,” he explains, both for my benefit and Cassius’s, who’s looking at me like I’ve grown two heads.
I’m evidently a far cry from the Darrow he’d briefly come to know and like. I avoid his gaze and focus on taking my first steps in this brave new world.
Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot.
Roque’s voice is a nice distraction from the blood rushing in my ears. He recites a passage from a medical textbook from memory. “Symptoms of concussions may include headache, confusion, lack of coordination, memory loss, nausea, vomiting, dizziness, ringing in the ears, sleepiness and excessive fatigue...”
He’s right on most counts. My sight is blurred and my body heavy, slow to react to my brain’s commands. I’ve yet to vomit, but I do feel nauseous.
Left foot. Right foot.
I hate concussions.
I stumble over the threshold. Catch myself on the doorframe. Thankfully, nobody’s seen me make a fool of myself. Roque is explaining the intricacies of concussions, and Cassius has gone on ahead. His golden head shines amongst the gray-white of stone and green foliage.
We’re located in a weatherworn stone fort upon a low hill close to the woods. It guards a pass, set ten kilometers from House Mars. Yesterday, I’d managed to run a mile from the Castle. Cassius had carried me the rest of the way.
It’s nearing dusk. I quickly find out that the sight of the sky raises the hair on my arms and makes my heart beat faster. My breaths grow shallow. The stars, the only things that look kind and pretty to me, twinkle their hello’s. I decide to not stray my eyes from Cassius’s back, walking ahead of us.
Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Pause. Breathe. Left foot. Right foot.
The wound throbs with my pulse and my body feels sluggish. I want to throw up, as if seasick. There’s no way around the truth. I feel like shit. Probably look like it too.
I just want rest. I just want water. And to sleep.
I don’t realize I’ve stopped walking until I feel Roque’s hand on my shoulder. It's warm and steady. I don’t meet his worried gaze. The next time I blink, Cassius is crouched down in front of me, back towards me. I stand there and stare stupidly.
He can’t seriously mean—
“I’ll not hear any protest from you, Darrow. Light’s wasting and our dear proctor is a cantankerous scrooge. It’ll be faster this way.”
I close my mouth. Flushing from something other than exertion, I climb on his back. Wrap my arms around his neck, feel his hand grip the back of my thighs and tug me further up.
Roque grins. “All aboard the Cassius shuttle.”
“Roque?” Cassius says airily.
“Hm?”
“Shut it.”
Roque returns my amused grin.
Cassius’s back is warm and broad, firm yet soft muscle. I bury my face in the crook between his neck and shoulder, close my eyes, and thank the stars I have them for friends.
The agreed upon meeting place is a forested hill. I’m nearly dozing off by the time we arrive. Cassius sets me down against a tree.
There’s a glimmer in the air. Golden armor shimmers as Proctor Mars descends. His face is pinched like a hatchet and he’s shaking his head like a disappointed parent. “It’s only the third day and House Mars is scattered to the four winds. I’d say this is a new record for my House but there was that year where we had a sororicide during Orientation Day.”
“We wouldn’t be in this situation if you’d kept that dog on a leash,” Cassius snaps. Gone is the charming boy from earlier.
“Titus is a naughty boy. Does that mean I’ll lay him over my knees and give him a good spanking so he plays nice? No. Stupid little babies. Do I look like a nanny?” Mars scratches his neck. “I’m not the one who couldn’t convince his House that he’s worthy of the title of Primus. Suppose losing a brother will make people doubt your capability to protect them, eh?”
It happens so fast I nearly miss it. Cassius jerks his arm. A knife goes sailing through the air, aimed right and true at Mars’s face. It bounces off of an invisible shield.
Cassius snarls. “Don’t talk about him with your filthy mouth, dog.”
Proctor Mars sneers. “Temper, temper, princess. So much pride, so little patience. It’s already cost you big. No castle, no standard, no brother. ” He mentions to me. “Your strongest ally reduced to a shadow. You had Titus under you. Is he dead? A life spent under the best teachers your father could afford you. Bet they couldn’t stop singing your praises. You were their brightest pupil. What is that ogre Titus compared to you? Aureate prince that you are, you made sure to kill him in your rage, didn’t you. So, I ask again: is Titus dead?”
Roque is silent. Still as a statue. I am much the same.
Cassius has blanched. His fists tremble at his sides, his jaw is locked tight, his breath is controlled but rough. His eyes haven’t strayed from the coiled whip hanging from the Proctor’s hip. But I see the glaze in them. The realization, the devastation, the shame.
I do not like seeing him like this.
“Cassius—” I begin but he’s already walking away. Gone by the time I haul myself to my feet.
Mars has already dismissed him, his narrow eyes settling on me. He floats closer. “Sleeping beauty’s woken up, huh. You look like shit, boyo.”
“Proctor Mars,” I say flatly.
He snickers. “Gods, it’s gory strange to hear you call me that! The name’s Fitchner, and don’t you forget it this time.”
“Fitchner,” I say, “Are you here to help me?”
“Proctors don’t usually interfere.”
“You talk a lot for someone who’s useless to me. We’re done here.” I turn around and limp away. Roque puts my arm around his shoulders. “Hold on,” he whispers. I’m silently grateful.
“Leaving already? Don’t you want to know who you are?” Fitchner calls. “Your father’s name is Linus. Your mother’s Lexus.”
I tighten my grip on Roque. Ignore him.
“They’re dead.”
I freeze. Only Roque sees the hunger in my eyes, the desperation in my trembling lips, the acceptance on my face.
“Pixie Golds poorer than dust, now finally dust,” Fitchner continues blithely, “Heard it was a shipping accident from a few months ago. You’re the last member of your house. Sorry to say that you’ve inherited nothing but their debt.”
I turn back.
“Now that I've got your attention…” He clears his throat and reads from his datapad. “Memory loss doesn't affect a person's intelligence, general knowledge, awareness or attention span. It also doesn't affect judgment, personality or identity.” He flicks his eyes at me. “Seems you’re a special case, boyo.”
Special? I feel less than nothing. I have nothing. No dreams, no conviction, no family. I feel hollow. It’s hard to believe a simple blow to the head has stripped me of everything that makes life worth it. Only Roque’s presence by my side keeps me from giving in to the despair in me.
Fitchner cocks his head. “How you feeling?”
“Prime,” I lie, right before bending over and vomiting Lea’s berries. Roque hastily backs away.
“Prime, he says,” Fitchner mutters, snapping his fingers in quick succession. Three little, zooming robots come flying down towards me. “Who do you think you’re fooling? Let the medBots do their work. They’re very effective. They heal nearly all wounds.”
The MedBots are a stellar example of teamwork. One reaches spindly metal arms with little fingers to cut the bandages, another applies a stinging spray on my wound. The third circles around my head, running a diagnostic.
A hiss escapes me as they administer stims. The effects are immediate. The pain recedes, the dullness of my mind vanishes. Just like that, I’m on the road of recovery, whereas not a minute ago I was closer to death.
“Can they return his memory?” Roque asks.
“They can heal injuries, not perform miracles.” Fitchner tosses his datapad towards Roque. “Keep yourself busy while I have a word with our hurt little diva here.”
Roque and I share a look. He nods.
“C’mere, boyo.” Fitchner sighs. “Just over there by that tree stump. Sit. Sit. You look like you’re about to keel over, even with the stims. That’s what you get for playing hero.”
I sit. My body thanks me for it.
Fitchner remains standing but he does it lower on the hillside so that he only slightly towers over me.
“I bet my razor that nobody’s explained to you the real meat of the next ten months. The name of the game. As it is, I’ve already butted in too much but fortunately for you, I’m feeling magnanimous. I’ll give you a crashcourse.”
Lucky me.
“In this valley, there are thirteen Houses in thirteen castles. They stand for countries, planets—supposed to represent the world the Conquerors saw stretching out before them. The objective is simple: build an empire. The goal is not to kill, or rampage, or destroy, and it’s certainly not a damn game like every single one of these spoiled little pissheads believes. It’s to conquer. Make your ancestors proud, yadda yadda, but more importantly, impress my bosses. The next months here will define the rest of your life, after this is over.” He points overhead. “There are beasts out there, waiting to gobble you up. Are you a lamb or a wolf?”
We watch the smoke rising in the distance, maybe some twenty kilometers to the east. It is like a beacon in the dusk. Other Houses are probably already sending out scouting parties to investigate it. Had our House been united, would we’ve done the same? Would that even be the right thing to do?
All I see is a trap.
Maybe I’m a lamb. I feel like one.
Fitchner reads the answer in my eyes. “You're much quieter now. I guess only time will tell. Here.” He tosses me something. Ingrained reflexes let me catch it with ease. I open my hand. It’s an iron ring with a wolf’s head. “That is worth a Gold life. Don’t lose it, Darrow. You’ve already lost so much.”
He falls silent in quiet contemplation. Studying me. Judging me. Weighing my current worth against my old self. It's the same thing the others have done too. Cassius. Roque. Quinn. Lea.
It's strange to be one's own competition.
I wonder how they viewed Darrow. What they see in me now.
His voice lowers. “You’ll want to hold tight on the little you’ve left.”
#darrow au andromedus#red rising fic#red rising fanfic#cassius au bellona#roque au fabii#fitchner au barca#drabble fic#these drabbles are unbeta-ed#I'll clean everything up before I post the chapters on ao3#feedback and suggestions welcome#i'm flotsam in a world of quiet loveable fellow red rising fans#would anyone even be interested in meta posts?#i've a lot of thoughts about red rising
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Calling him Sammy - Sam Winchester x Reader
(WARNING - alcohol mention paired with weak tolerance and drunken shenanigans)
“Dean I’m not gonna say it he’ll get upset” you say to Dean, sitting in the motel room you’re sharing with the brothers. “He won’t care, he likes you y/n he would probably be happy that you call him Sammy!” Dean replies. You two have been arguing about this for days, he is convinced that his brother, Sam, likes you and you’re convinced that he does not. Sure you like him, and Dean knows this because he is a thieving bastard who went through your phone messages, but there’s no way he could like you back! “I don’t want to ruin our friendship or make things weird or make whatever bad thing that could happen, happen.” You say, and just as Deans about to make some comment back the door to the motel opens and in comes Sam. “Hey you two!” He says as he walks in with takeout. “Hey Sam!” You say, happy to see him, and to have that conversation over. Dean just nods and smiles, turning to glare at you for a moment. You guys eat the takeout and put on a movie. Later when you’re done, Dean says he’s gonna go to the bar and invites you two to come with him. “Sure! I mean if you want to” Sam says as he turns to you. “Yea, why not!” You say as you get up to get your bag ready.
You are 3 beers in and are getting tipsy already, meanwhile sam is still a fully functioning person sitting across from you. Dean is off who knows where most likely trying to get some chicks number. “You know what, fuck it” you say, starting to slur your words. Sam looks at you confused, and you continue, “Sammy, do you like me?” You ask as serious sounding as you can considering you sound like you’ve been drinking since morning. He smiles wide, “y/n I think you’ve drank too much” he says with a bit of laughter. You start getting confused and upset, “I have not! Dean said you liked me, do you?” You say, trying to sound serious again. He just looks down and then back up to you with the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen plastered to his face, “I do like you y/n, and I’m also gonna take you back to the motel because you called me Sammy and that is how I know you have definitely drank too much” he finishes the sentence with laughter as he gets up and comes over to your side of the table, handing you his hand. You take it and he pulls you up, “lets go find Dean and tell him we’ll meet him at the motel” he says as he walks you over to the counter.
The next morning you wake up with a pounding headache and a pit in your stomach. “Oh god what did I do last night” you groan as you pull yourself out of bed. Dean and Sam are already up which you don’t notice until all of the sudden Dean says “I can’t believe you actually called him Sammy!”. “What are you talking about?” You say confused as you sit at the table with the two of them. “You called me sammy and asked if I liked you last night” sam said to you, a little red in his cheeks. His red cheeks are nothing compared to yours however as you look shocked, “IM SO SORRY OH MY GOD” you say very loudly. Sam and Dean start laughing, “it’s ok y/n, I’m guessing you don’t remember what I said last night anyways” Sam says. You shake your head, looking panicked, bracing yourself for the im sorry I don’t feel the same way monologue, only to be met with a kiss. It was short, but you could feel the smile creeping onto his lips while yours were together. When he pulled away you were somehow even more red. “I don’t know why you would be so worried anyways, I mean that’s not the first time you called me Sammy you know” Sam said. “What do you mean?” You asked, “I don’t recall ever calling you that before..” you said. “Well, you kinda talk in your sleep..” Sam said with a wide smirk on his face. Dean burst out laughing once your face showed your reaction. “WHY DO YOU THINK I KNEW HED BE SO OK WITH IT!?” Dean said practically wheezing. You were shocked, “how often did I do it?” You ask. “Often.” Sam said plainly with a smile on his face. You looked horrified to say the least. “By the way, you’re allowed to call me Sammy” Sam started, “but only if I can call you my love” he finished with a smirk. You turned red and nodded, “sounds good with me, Sammy.” You said.
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Songs of the isle pt 36 and 37
Apollo: keep it together, he has enough to deal with.
Herms: Every time you go out you get hurt and me and Dion have to pick up the peices. Dont get me wrong you are good at what you do but I cant have you straving till you are blacking out or training till you are unable to move.
Apollo: ill live don’t worry.
*Herms moved closer while still on his knees*
Herms: THATS- thats not the point when we found you we promised to look after you. Apollo you still need to look after yourself we cant be there everytime you almost die its..... hurting us.
Apollo: I never asked for your charity you have supplies and Dion..... he is nice.
*Apollo starts to stumble to the door*
Apollo: Hate to do this but i need him to give me the space i need to work I have to be stronger than this.
Herms: Apollo.
*Apollo turns with dead eyes and looks toward Herms*
Apollo: Numb again, great.
Apollo: I’m fine.
*The scene goes to Reegan and Vick finishing getting Stefans body onto a wooden bundle*
Reagan: See this wasn’t so bad.
Vick: I need a drink.
Reagan: *sigh* same
*Reegan disappears and reappears with the bottle Apollo and him drank out of Vick sits on the ground about 4 feet away from Stefan with Reagan sitting next to him*
Vick: What is it?
Reegan: No clue Apollo mixes it.
Vick: Is that a good or bad thing.
Reegan: Good if you wanna forget stuff.
Vick: Then good.
*They both drink a few times*
Vick: *coughing* I thought this would get better.
Reagan: Nope.
Vick: Can I ask you a question?
Reegan: Dude you don’t need to ask.
Vick: Thanks...... are hunters bad like who is on the right side of this?
Reegan: Well what do you think?
Vick: I think that I trust my Papa but the hunters feel off and…. violent then you aren’t violent you have helped me showed me kindness but……
Reagan: but?
Vick: I think I was wrong about Stefan like he wouldn’t have stopped yet I just can’t help but wish we tried.
Reagan: Sometimes people don’t want to be saved.
Vick: I know that but-
Reagan: It's ok you did everything you could have.
*Reegan stands up and goes to the wooden bed and pull out a lighter but Vick stops him and takes it in his hand*
Vick: I’m sorry I wish I could have done more for you but you didn’t want help. You wanted to keep going through pain even though there was a solution I’m sorry.
*The scene cuts away from Vick and Reagan sitting watching the body burn to Apollo watching from the fortress before going into his room and laying down on the ground*
Apollo: I can’t keep doing this I’m too weak I can’t even keep a human out fucking pathetic.
*Apollo starts rubbing his shoulder again while his knee bounces his eyes focusing on nothing while the black substance starts forming behind him*
*The scene cuts to Vick walking the exit of the field into the clearing*
Vick: Can I come back.
Reagan: of course
Vick: Thank you- also you never really answered my question.
Reagan: oh?
Vick: which side? Which do I help?
Reagan: I can’t tell you that.
Vick: WHAT WHY? Sorry
Reagan: *laugh* I can't make your mind up for you this is your descion.
Vick: I think that makes sense.
Reagan: It does I have been around a while it gives perspective.
Vick: *sigh* Ok.
*Vick starts walking toward the forest as the fortress disappears*
Vick: well that didn’t help a lot.
*Vick starts to walk through the woods until he walks into Leander *
Leander: What are you doing out here, little Arawn?
Vick: Looking for you I wanted to help you out.
Leander: Aww thank you but I was just about to head back.
Vick: Crap.
Leander: Crap indeed I didn’t find anything did you?
Vick: This is my chance tell him and all this can end, I mean Papa trusts him…… but I don’t.
Leander: Vick?
Vick: Oh well....... no I didn’t see anything.
Leander: *sighs* That’s ok we can look later let’s get you home.
Vick: I can just keep gathering intel yknow no harm in that.
*The pair head back to the house as the scene cuts to morning with Vick waking up slowly, till Leander bursts through the floor*
Leander: GOOOOOOD MORNING, LITTLE ARAWN.
Vick: *groans*
Leander: Come on I need your help searching the forest I still think something is out there.
Vick: Hmmm later
*Leander drags Vick out of bed and places him at the dining table where a map of the woods is sitting out with markers scattered around*
Leander: Now I am going to split our searches where'd you feel comfortable searching.
Vick: Really?
Vick: if he lets me do this then I could visit Reegan and Apollo more.
Leander: Yep, I know from your Papa that you have been going through the forest yourself for a while seems only right to let you try and go through yourself helps us cover more ground.
Vick: Yeah that’s ok how long should I be out for?
Leander: As long as you need me and your Papa talked and agreed that it is ok for you to off on your own.
Vick: REALLY??
Papa: Yes
*Papa enters the room with a cup in one hand and a newspaper in the other he sits directly across from Vick*
Pap: But you are only getting info and if you run into anything then you find Leander and tell him
Vick: *groans* Fine- wait what if I get cornered and I need to fight I mean my magic is pretty-
Papa: If that happens then you will shoot a flare in the sky and me or Leander will come as soon as possible.
Vick: Hmmm fine.
*Vick quickly draws a circle around an area of the forest with a red Pen*
Vick: At least hunting Apollo means I know where everything in the forest is.... roughly *laughs*
*Vick gets up and runs toward the stairs but Leander and Papa call for him and he shoots his head around the corner of the door to the dining room still jumping a little*
Papa: We are trusting you with a lot here the forest has little activity but we still want to make sure.
Leander: You have skill and potential but over confidence will get you killed even with magic they will almost always have the advantage.
*Vick is visible shaken by this and stands very still*
Papa: What Leander was trying to say was you are young and inexperienced but we want you to prove yourself we don’t want you getting hurt is all
*Vick smiles and runs off while Papa and Leander sit in the dining room together*
Leander: William I respect and trust you like a brother but you must give him the reality of the situation.
Papa: I am.
Leander: Your father gave you this reality from birth and trained to be ruthless- yes you were a pain but I trusted my life with you.
Papa: I loved my father but I will never put my grandson through what I went through sometimes the things you sacrifice aren’t worth it.
Leander: I will not tell you what to do I may disagree but I still trust you and I care for your grandson.
Papa: You like him that quick.
Leander: he remains me of the men we could have been.
Papa: *sighs* Yes.
Leander: but those men couldn’t have survived our lives.
*The room goes silence as the men feel the weight of their truthful sentiment laid bare till Vick is about to run out of the door but is stopped by Papa, Leander and Debbie *
Vick: Hey.
Papa: Hey.
*Papa hands Vick an old flare gun and a small bag with ammo in it*
Papa: I was given this by my father for my first mission
Vick: What was your mission?
*The scene goes to an older man and a boy in the space spot as Vick and Papa the older man pushes a rifle, bag and the same flare gun that Vick was given but much clearer into the boys chest. Then it cuts to the boy being thrown out of the house and the scene goes to Papas face clicking back to the conversation*
Papa: Oh boring don’t worry I would kill to do what you are doing.
Vick: Pffft sure
*Leander walks up to Vick and hands him a small fabric bag that is being weighed down by its contents to the point that the bag might rip open*
Leander: This is some of the land that I have brought from Greece it will help you do most of the magic I showed you, but I recommend using the magic that you are familiar will.
Vick: *giggles* of course.
Vick: I am going to do so much dumb stuff with this.
Vick: I’ll be careful, I swear.
Leander: *smiles* Of course you will.
*Final but by all means least, Vick walks up to Debbie who hands him a bag with the zip opened so you can see inside*
Debbie: Everything you will need for a couple of days.
Vick: Did you pack-
Debbie: I’ve done this for your Papa for years, you will be fine.
Vick: Ehh thanks
*Just as Vick tried to leave again Leander stops him and puts his hands on his shoulders*
Leander: remember I’ll be in the forest too so I will be there if you need me don’t hesitate to call me.
Vick: ok I will
*The scene cuts to Vick walking toward the forest as the three watch him depart Leander goes into his pocket and pulls out a small device that starts to blink red slowly. The scene cuts to Apollo laying on his floor in the fetal position with his eyes facing the only light coming from his window that poorly covered with a blanket, Reegan walks in*
Reegan: God are you alive?
Apollo: Wish I wasn’t.
Reegan: Are you going to get up?
Apollo: Maybe fuck off.
*Reegan leaves and some time passes before Dionysus kicks the door in and looks at around the room*
Dion: WHERE ARE YOU?!?
Apollo: *grunt*
Dion: Ew…. I can fix him.
Apollo: Piss off.
*Dion kicks Apollo in the ribs Apollo places his face into the ground and screams Dion drops to his knees and rips what’s left of Apollos clothes off and sees all of his injures*
Apollo: That was my only hoodie.
*Dion slaps Apollo*
Dion: You are resting at my forest and I will knock you out if you say no.
*Apollo barely gets to his feet and point his finger into Dions chest*
Apollo: try. It.
*Dion laughs and walks out of the room then Apollo faces Reegan*
Apollo: I win.
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hi! i’m the person who asked for music recs the other day and i’m gonna tell you what i thought abt it them :)
for mitski, i listened to “once more to see you” and “francis forever”. so im already into mitski BUT ive never really heard once more to see you, which is why i was like ooo i rlly gotta listen to this. AND IM HAPPY I DID. i loved the “come inside and be with me, alone with me // alone with me, alone” and “then i wouldn’t have to scream your name atop of every roof in the city of my heart // if i could see you, once more to see you” parts because just ASGDJIKG. this song made me sad but in a comforting way if that makes sense 😭. i also listened to francis forever, and as a mitski fan this song is always up there on my ranking. it’s like the song that got me into mitski, how could i not like it ??? it’s also just always too relatable, everytime i hear it.
moving on! NEXT UP IS THE SMITHSSS! i also love the smiths, i listened to “heaven knows im miserable now”, “i know its over”, and “there is a light that never goes out”. heaven knows im miserable now is such a real song, it was like the second (i think??) song that i listened to from the smiths, i feel like when someone looks at me they can tell id like this song 😭. then there’s i know its over. this song feels like slowly drowning, but not in a bad way. like you’re in one of those movies where the main character is sinking under the water and the light blue light from the top slowly fading away, and they just let it happen. it’s a gentle song, yet a sad song imo. and lastly for the smiths, there is a light that never goes out. this song used to be on all of my relationship playlists, it reminds me of happier times. it was the first song from the smiths i ever heard, and i think it’s the same for a lot of ppl. overall i loved the smiths
then laufeyy. i’ve listened to a few of her songs before but i don’t think i’ve heard “above the chinese restaurant” and “promise” before (two of the songs i listened to. i also listened to “falling behind” :) above the chinese restaurant was such a good song i was surprised ive never heard it. even though its something in my usual music genre, i really enjoyed it. it was such a sweet yet soft and sad song (i keep thinking every song is sad for some reason😭) it gives me “sometimes you don’t know you love something until it’s gone/ you don’t know you need something until it’s lost” type vibes. falling behind had such a nice tune, i could see myself listening to this on loop lol. (its a little too relatable tho, not in a bad way ofc) next up was promise, OMG i heard the first part and i was like in love with this song already. it’s omg i omg, i’m just 😭 almost cried listening to this song genuinely. it described almost exactly how i feel rn in such a perfect way i’m in love with this song.
and now into some stuff i haven’t heard before:
asleep among endives (ichiko aoba). so i don’t know what she’s singing about, but i already know without translation that its real. the vibe of this song is so relaxing, it reminds me of waking up at 4-5am when i was little for roadtrips and being so tired but i stay up because i want to see the sunrise. and then when the sunrise comes, that’s this song. this song feels like the first light of the day. it feels refreshing.
yumeutsutsu (lamp). this was another relaxing song, it felt like when it rains and the sun is out so you’re sure you’ll see a rainbow. it feels like looking for loved ones in the stars, it felt bittersweet and melancholic.. even though i don’t know what she’s singing about (i’d look up the translation but like that’s a lot of work 😞)
NOW TV GIRL!! i love tv girl and i had a huge tv girl phase just a little while ago, i still like them but i also listen to other music now lol. when i was in my phase all i listened to was tv girl 😭. but for tv girl i listened to “cynical one”. i really liked this song it felt like a reflection pond.
THATS IT FOR MY REVIEW!! sorry for leaving this whole essay in your inbox i did NOT mean to write this much omg 😭
NO THATS TOTALLY OKAY. I WISH I KNEW WHO U WERE CUS YOUR TASTE IS SO IMMACULATE AGHSBSJS
now that ik more abt ur music taste i can recommend a few more!
for the smiths- frank sinatra. theyre not the same but alot of ppl who enjoy the smiths enjoy frank sinatra too in my experience. i recommend "somethin' stupid" and "the world we knew"
for tv girl - i reccomend femme fatale by velvet underground
also for tv girl - i recommend music by the strokes. my favourites are "call it fate, call it karma", "the adults are talking", and "welcome to japan"
for laufey, i recommend any song by matt maltese. my favs by him are "you deserve an oscar" and "curl up and die"
i also recommend eloise if u rlly like laufey. "trick of the moon" is her most popular song, i believe.
that's all for now !
also, i dont mind the anon thing but could u pick an emoji to sign off with so ik its u? :)
have a nice day !
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Life of Lea Volume 3 Chapter 10: The Bad Apples' Effect
“Who should go first then?” Lea asks as she sits in a chair.
“Nick, you should go first” Mom replies as she turns to look at him.
“Ah-well…I was on my way to get new shelves but then I was knocked out from behind because I remember waking up in a cell with a headache” Nick explained.
“And then what happened?” Mimi replies as she gently holds onto him closely.
“Then once my head stopped hurting, I was brought food and water, then afterward I was taken in to check on my magic levels before they used a device to suck or harness from then the next thing I remember is waking up when you guys found me” Nick exclaims.
“Why would they need to collect magic when they already have magic?” Cloud replies confused.
“From the Orerreu’s last journal, it said something about breaking a warrior’s sacred promise that only a mother knows” Sergean implies.
“Side question, we know of Rosetta’s personalities, brother, and mom, I was wondering who was Mr. Vendetta? I didn’t see pictures of him at Nami’s welcome home party or him at the party either” Lea asks curiously.
“Well, he is- huh…who is their dad?” Sergean replies just as confused.
“A promise that a mother only knows…did Nami say anything odd about him when you saw her?” Lady Bianca asks.
“No, she didn’t but then we got interrupted by Kitty and Sparrow’s chaos spell” Lea replies with annoyance.
“Perhaps, we should go talk to Nami then” Lady Bianca implies.
“Sounds like a plan, let me discharge you, Mrs. Lay-Jiang” Doctor Silvester replies before leaving to get the papers.
After 15 minutes, Doctor Silvester came back with the papers and Mister Silvester. Eric and Adam fixed their postures as they waved at him. Mister Silvester went up to them and hugged both of his sons.
“Dad…you’re squishing us…” Eric says uncomfortably as Adam just hugs back gently.
“Sorry about that boys” Mister Silvester replies as he lets go of them.
Doctor Silvester then gives Eric and Lady Bianca the release papers. Eric reads through the papers. Eric and Lady Bianca read through the papers before signing the papers before giving them back to Doctor Silvester.
“Dad, will your gym be opened on time?” Eric asks as he fixes his hair into a ponytail.
“I don't think so, young man, don't even do it” Doctor Silvester exclaims in her mon voice instead of her doctor voice.
“What?... I’m not going back to the gym, Mom, I just wanna make sure he gets to work on time” Eric replies honestly.
“We should contact Lady Molly” Lea exclaims as she blushes from Mister Silvester’s thick meat cake body.
“I’ll message, Elizabeth” Sergean replies as he gets out his phone from his jacket pocket.
"Who'll contact Nami?" Lady Bianca asks.
"I will" Momo replies as he texts Oliver.
"Hi, I'll bring her over to your place just let me know when" Oliver texts him back.
"Got it" Momo texts him back before they leave the hospital.
"Meet us at my place in 5 minutes" Momo texts when on the way back to his house.
"Kay see you then" Oliver texted back as he got his mom and went to his car.
After getting to Momo's house, Momo lets them all inside. Nami looks around curiously as she wonders why they were here at all.
"Hi, Nami" Lady Bianca asks as she approaches her.
"Hi, Lady Bianca, glad to see you are safe" Nami replied as she went to hug her gently.
"So, are we here to celebrate your safe return?" Oliver asks.
"Yes, but also we have questions for your mom" Momo replies.
"Oh ok, is that ok with you, Mom?" Oliver asks her.
"Yes, that's fine, " Nami replied with a curious glint in her eyes.
Momo nods as he gets them food and something to drink. Nami and Oliver follow him as they choose what they want to eat. Lea had her notes out as she was curious about what Nami's answers would be. After they got their food and sat down, Lea went up to them with curiosity in her eyes.
"Hi, Miss. Vendetta, may I ask you a question, please?" Lea asks.
"Sure, what's your question, Miss. Lea? " Nami replies as she looks at her.
"Well, I heard a riddle and I was wondering if I could pick your brain about it," Lea asks with an innocent expression.
"Oh? What was the riddle?" Nami replies curiously.
"A warrior's sacred promise that only a mother knows," Lea says.
"A warrior's sacred promise is a powerful pinky promise if made or broken there will be consequences as for the only mother knows means mothers have personal secrets or stories that they keep from their kids but also is similar to mother knows best" Nami explained.
"Oh, yeah that makes sense, thanks for allowing me to pick your brain, I'm gonna go tell Vanessa," Lea replied as she typed that all down on her phone before sitting beside Sergean.
"Smooth move" he whispered to her.
Lea nods as she goes to Lady Bianca and shows her the notes.
"Oh, that is a nice picture, send me it," Lady Bianca says as she exchanges numbers with Lea.
"Kay," Lea replies as she sends her a copy of the notes to her forgetting the notes that she made of Adam and Mister Silvester's looks from an artist's observation notes on the way here.
"Ah yes... mountain-sized abs... yes, truly excellent sizes," Lady Bianca says with a smug and teasing tone.
"Please don't read that part..." Lea replies nervously.
"Who are they about then I will stay quiet," Lady Bianca says.
"Fine...they are about-" Lea whispered their names into Lady Bianca's ear.
Lady Bianca snorts a little bit, "Ha- But they are like that" she whispers back to her.
Lea nods as Sergean looks at them in confusion before he whispers to the others about Nami's answer to Orerreu’s last entry note. Momo then moved closer to them as he had more questions.
"So, Nami we never did get to finish our conversation from your welcome party, may we continue that conversation?" Momo asks.
"Oh? Yeah...sure that's fine, Momo, what were we talking about again?" Nami replies confused.
"About what Rosetta and her personalities did to you what they did to you and what did they want from you," Momo asked.
"Oh, that! Let me think about it for a moment...hm...oh well from what I remember I was on my way to work then the next thing I remember I was in a cell and Rosetta was yelling something at me like she wanted to know about someone I knew but with the way she was acting like this or why she had her hair up in a ponytail where both a first for me, then the last thing I remember happening afterward was waking up on pavement after I didn't give her the answer she wanted but also it was no longer 1994 but 2015" Nami replied with a pout.
"Sounds like you got the Captain America and iceberg, you must have been so overwhelmed," Lea says as she frowns.
"Yeah, still a bit overwhelmed now, to be honest," Nami replied as she scratched behind her head.
"Fair, have you ever made a warrior's promise, Nami?" Cloud asked curiously.
"Well...um I can't tell you that or there will be bad after-effects because it's that sacred" Nami replied with a hesitant smile.
"Bad effects? Like being sprayed in the mouth by a skunk bad or not being let out when having to go to the bathroom really bad kind of bad?" Cloud asked.
"Both of that sounds horrible, I'm sorry you had to go through that but yes bad like being sprayed in the mouth by a skunk kind of bad" Nami replies as she feels bad for him.
"Oof, I remember that happening last year," Lea says as she remembers him being in the yard for 2 weeks and howling so much that he lost his howl.
"So, you can't tell us if you know anyone who's made a warrior's promise, then?" Cloud asks her.
"Yes, I can't tell you that information, sorry about that" Nami replies with a soft grin.
"Fair I guess this means we will have to tread carefully," Cloud says still curiously.
"That is true, is there anything else you wanted to ask of me?" Nami replied she had a suspicious look in her eyes as she wondered what they were after.
"Yes, does Rosetta and Oliver have a dad?" Lea asked cautiously.
"Well, they exist and I am experienced, so yes they have a biological dad" Nami replies nonchalantly.
"Ah right...that's true, sorry for asking," Lea says awkwardly.
"That was an obvious and dumb question" Alyssa implies as she shakes her head slightly.
"Ah right......ok fair," Lea says as she looks down slightly.
"It's ok, you don't have to put yourself down, Lea" Nami replies as she looks at her with slight concern.
"H-Huh? Alright, sorry" Lea says confused.
"Anyways, we should talk to the families of the missing, who should we talk with first?" Oliver asks as he tries to ease the tension.
“True should we just go down the list or in alphabetical order?” Lea replies curiously.
“Alphabetical order, we already talked with Asia & Eric’s family, we should go talk with the Erwin’s again” Sergean suggests.
“Back to the Nature Region, then how will we get a hold of the Erwin’s or Lady Ellie?” Lea asks curiously.
“With this of course,” Momo replies as he brings out a big phone book onto the table.
“Hello, 90’s... whoa,” Lea says a bit surprised that they had phone books here.
“Are phone books not common in your dimension, Lea?” Momo asks as he looks at her curiously.
“Well...kinda but it’s fine, still helpful though” Lea replies with an awkward smile.
“Fair ok,” Momo says as he brings out Erwin's and Lady Ellie’s numbers. “I’ll call the Erwin’s first, Lea gets a hold of Lady Ellie please,” Mom says as she dials their number Lea types in Lady Ellie’s number to text.
“Hello, this is Erwin’s residence, Eliza speaking,” Eliza says as she answers the phone.
“Hi, Mrs. Erwin, this is Mrs. Guerrero, you helped us through the forest” Mom replies politely.
“Oh yes, I remember you and your family as well as the others who tagged along with you, how can I help you?” Eliza asks.
“Well, we wanted to talk to you, your husband, and your eldest son about Ethan, if that’s alright with you” Mom replied calmly.
“Oh, yes that’s fine, I’ll let my husband and son know that you lot are coming over,” Eliza says with a smile.
“Alright, we’ll see you then” Mom replied before they both hung up.
“Ok I texted Lady Ellie and she replied that she’ll meet us after talking with Erwin's to go over to her cabinet” Lea implies.
“Alright, let’s get going then” Sergean replies as he gets as he got up from his seat.
“Oliver and Nami should tag along, we have to take your mom to her appointment, we’ll see you at Lady Ellie’s cabin later if that’s ok with you two,” Dad asks.
“Oh yeah that’s fine, go ahead” Nami replies as she stretches her limbs before getting up from her seat.
“You can use magic?” Cloud says confused as he tilts his head to the side.
“Yes, before I became a mom, I helped the masters of the Spiritual Region, Lady Lilith's parents Adsila & Idhant Raven, and was also going to help Lady Lilith til she was old enough to take charge of the duties so her parents could retire” Nami replied as she fixed her hair.
“Why you though? Are you related to Lady Lilith somehow?” Mom asked as they went out before opening up two portals.
“Kinda? I was friends with her parents, so I’m like her auntie if that makes any sense” Nami replied with a grin.
“Oh, yeah that makes sense,” Mom says with a smile.
“Indeed, I can tell more after your appointment” Nami replies before they go to their portals.
Lea looked at her mom before they went their separate ways quietly. Alyssa notices her sister’s saddened facial expression once they arrive at Erwin’s house.
“Don’t worry, she’ll be ok, Lea” Alyssa says before patting her back hard awkwardly.
“O-Ow...ok” Lea replied as she grimaced at the fact that she was still in her slapping phase technically.
“What? Did you think I was gonna slap you?” Alyssa says with a smug smirk.
“M-Maybe...just don’t get all slap-happy on me, please” Lea replies as she moves closer to Mimi and Nick.
“Hehe ok for now I won’t” Alyssa giggles.
“So reassuring,” Lea thought to herself as Sergean knocked on Erwin’s front door.
Eliza answers the door before she lets them inside her house.
“Thank you for letting us come over and talk with you and your family,” Mimi says happily.
“Of course, it’s no trouble, progress is progress as long as it brings Ethan back home sooner as well as the others who are missing” Eliza replies with a sad smile.
“Yes, everyone will come home, that's a promise,” Lea says reassuringly.
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Miscommunication (Julieta x Fem!Reader) Pt 6
Take note that I do not speak fluent Spanish so if I’ve butchered a word or phrase (Google Translate) I apologize. Please let me know so I can correct it. I also did not make the gif.
Part 6 of 9
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Take note: Y/N is eighteen and the triplets are twenty.
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At some point during the night Julieta had turned so when your eyes fluttered open your nose was barely grazing hers. You didn’t expect her to be so close, sleeping peacefully, her hair cascading around her.
So like any rational person you flailed in embarrassment and tumbled from the bed hitting the hard floor and instantly waking the brunette up.
“Y/N! Are you alright?!” Julieta said looking over the edge of the bed at you on the floor looking frazzled.
“Sí, I thought I saw a spider.” You lied, your cheeks red from embarrassment. Julieta giggled and got out of bed and helped you to your feet.
“Sorry for waking you.” You said awkwardly.
“Don’t apologize, I have to get breakfast ready anyways.” She said and began collecting her things from her closet.
Your bag was still in the bathroom so you excused yourself and changed into one of your dresses. When you finished brushing your hair and returned Julieta had her hair back up in its bun.
—-
“How are you feeling Pepa?” You asked loudly and the redhead groaned at the kitchen table after stumbling in.
“You had to have drank as much as me. How are you okay?” Pepa whined holding her head. You thought back to your hand.
“I guess you’re just a lightweight.” You teased, earning a glare from the girl. Julieta laughed and placed a plate in front of her.
“Here eat.” She urged her sister.
“Gracias!” Pepa moaned and dug in. She sighed as the hangover began to vanish.
“Julieta you are a lifesaver.” Pepa announced and got up to prepare her coffee.
Shortly after Bruno and Alma entered the kitchen and the group had breakfast. The group chatted briefly before Alma rose to get started with her day.
“I should be going as well. I have to help mamá at the stall today.” You said as casita already began moving your plate and coffee cup to the sink.
“Aww. Well I suppose we all have our chores as well.” Pepa said with a pout.
“Again thank you for letting me spend the night. I had a lot of fun.” You said.
“I’m sure you did.” Pepa muttered under her breath, smiling into her coffee cup.
“What was that Pepi?” Bruno asked loudly. Your eyes were already narrowed in on the redhead. You needed to get some dirt on her before you lost your mind.
“Oh nothing. We will see you later Y/N.” She sang and you rolled your eyes.
“Juli will casita let me into your room to get my bag?” You asked.
“Oh yes, let me finish clearing the table and I’ll be right up to help.” She said as she began picking up plates. You nodded and went off to her room.
It was a stunning room and it really did reflect Julieta’s warm personality. You picked up your bag that had been abandoned beside the bed and paused. You gently caressed the pillow Julieta had slept on last night, a smile gracing your lips. You weren’t sure if you’d ever get an opportunity like last night again, but you’d treasure the closeness you and Julieta shared for the rest of your life.
As you opened the door Julieta stumbled in, seemingly grabbing the knob right as you opened the door causing the two of you to fall to the ground with yourself hovering above her. Your dark hair cascaded down making a curtain on either side of Julieta’s face.
The two of you stared at each other for a minute, your heart racing a million miles a minute, before you cleared your throat and stood up. The position was too intimate and you had half a mind to lean down and meet her lips but that fear that always kept you at bay reared its ugly head and you snapped to your senes, unaware of Julieta’s hands that had raised and were so close to landing on your hips. You offered her a hand, the bracelet dangling down at the healer.
“Lo siento I didn’t mean to knock you over.” You said sheepishly. You were not a clumsy person. Drunk you dropped a glass and injured yourself. Scared you fell from her bed to the floor. Sober you knocked her to the floor. It was like casita wanted you in these situations. Julieta took your hand and smiled.
“Don’t worry, I know.” She said and stood up. Her heart was racing. She had thought for a moment you were going to kiss her. It was a foolish schoolgirl thought and she scolded herself for it when you stood and helped her up.
‘She’s just your friend and nothing more.’ she thought somewhat bitterly as she escorted you to the door, Pepa and Bruno peaking around the corner.
“We will have to do this again sometime.” She said a bit sheepishly.
“Definitely.” You agreed with a smile, causing the brunette to light up. Whether your heart could take another night like that you were unsure, but if Julieta asked she’d receive.
“Have a good day and don’t work too hard.” You added and gave her a hug goodbye before leaving. Julieta stayed in the doorway and watched until you vanished.
“Can you be any more obvious?” Pepa sang out.
“Oh shut up.”
—-
The next few weeks were just as they should be. Everyone fell back into an easy routine, the only addition being Julieta had begun inviting Agustín to join them more often. You weren’t thrilled that her time was being divided between the two of you but you always forced a smile and were always polite. He was a sweet man and he didn’t deserve an attitude from you.
Agustín was thrilled to spend time with Julieta and her family and friend. He liked them all immensely even if he did pick up a little coldness from you. It didn’t take long for him to put the puzzle pieces together and his suspicions were confirmed one afternoon as he sat with Pepa and Bruno while you and Julieta went to get the group drinks.
“Julieta said she almost felt bad rejecting me. Now it’s painfully obvious why or should I say who I was rejected for.” He chuckled as he watched the two of you through the large window into the kitchen.
“Yeah and neither will do anything about it.” Pepa said with a sigh.
“I’ve been begging Y/N for years to confess but she’s too afraid of losing her friendship.” Agustín couldn’t believe the two have been doing this dance for weeks let alone years.
“And Julieta is the exact same way! It’s like two sides of the same coin.” She added a moment later.
“I even tried to drop hints to Y/N about a vision but SOMEONE couldn’t handle arguing with her sister for two minutes longer.” Bruno said and looked at his sister.
“Hey, you argue with her and see how long you last!”
Agustín chuckled as the two began to bicker back and forth.
“Why are you two arguing now?” Julieta asked. She and Y/N had returned from the kitchen with a pitcher of lemonade and glasses.
“Just over who loves you more. Bruno thinks it’s him but I think it’s Y/N.” She said, causing you and Julieta to go bright red. Pepa began laughing but Bruno at least had the decency to look mortified.
“As if I could compare myself to Bruno.” You said gathering yourself quickly and placing the glasses on the little side table.
“No one can compete with the bond you three have.”
Julieta smiled and Pepa nodded.
“I don’t know what I’d do without them.” Julieta said, placing the pitcher down and wrapping the two of them in a hug. “Even if they do drive me crazy!”
As Julieta placed kisses all over her sister and brothers faces and they squirmed to get away you couldn’t help but feel jealous of the two. The look of longing on your face was almost too much for Agustín to bear and he was now determined to get the two of you together if it was the last thing he did.
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if you're taking ideas for harmless drabbles, i'd love to see one of bucky on one of those dates he mentioned and reader's shenanigans. if you aren't, feel free to ignore this!
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Bucky returns only two weeks later. His mission lasted longer than expected and all he wants is to lie down and sleep for forty eight hours straight.
“FRIDAY?” he mumbles, kicking off his shoes. His jacket had already been discarded by his bedroom door when he walked in.
“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?”
“How are ya?” He doesn’t miss a beat in asking, even though he’s exhausted.
“As good as ever. Did you have a successful mission?”
“If by successful you mean one sprained limb instead of two, then yeah.” He wasn’t really cribbing. His ankle was already starting to heal anyway and it was worth the roundhouse kick to a Nazi's face. “Do I have anything scheduled for this weekend?”
“You have a meeting on your calendar scheduled for this Saturday.”
“Could you send a text to Y/N and ask if we can push it to the next day?” His muscles feel sore and God, he could definitely use a hot shower but all of that becomes secondary the minute he feels the sheets under him.
“Would you like me to reschedule the other one as well?”
“What’s that?” He opens one eye in confusion. “There’s another one?”
“It’s on Sunday. You’ve labelled it ‘date’.”
Ah, fuck.
“Would you like me to change it?” FRIDAY never sounds like she’s judging him, which is nice. It also reminds him about how she, as an AI, can’t judge him, which is a rude wake-up call to how he doesn’t have friends.
“No,” his voice is muffled against the pillow, “no, let it be. Where is it again?”
“You’ve only specified diner, Sergeant Barnes.”
Public space, daytime, plenty of escape routes. Good on his less delirious self for selecting a diner.
“Thanks, FRIDAY.” Now that he’s a little more relaxed, he can feel himself slip in and out of consciousness.
“One last thing," her automated voice commands his attention again. "Y/N replied. She says sure and to take care.”
“Yay.” Not even a second later he’s out like a light.
____
“Did you bring me any souvenirs?” Is the first thing he hears as he marches into your lair.
“What could I possibly get you?”
“A postcard, a t-shirt.” You don’t look up from your tinkering.
“Decapitated finger, used bullets,” he continues, “cement blocks.”
“Ew.” You snap the lid shut on the thing you’re working on, spinning around on your chair. "That's not nearly romantic enough."
“That’s all you’re going to get from a Russian underground bunker.” He does a mini jog up the stairs of the platform to where you are.
“Does the finger have a ring at lea- oh hello?” You raise an eyebrow at the sight of him. “You look different.”
He peers down. The outfit was still all black. As always.
“Not your clothes, dummy,” you interrupt, making him look back at you. “Your face. What’d you do?”
He unconsciously raises a hand to his cheek.
“Did you wash your face? Is that it?” you squint at him. “Has it been a few months since the last time?”
“Wow, you’re so funny,” he drawls sarcastically. “Top tier comedian right there.”
“No wait, it’s the beard.” You snap your fingers in realisation, completely ignoring his comment. “You trimmed it.”
“So what if I did?” He leans on your table.
“You going somewhere?” you ask, elastic snapping against your hands as you remove your gloves.
“It’s none of your busi-”
“Hold on a second.” A sly smile begins to make its way onto your face. “Are you going on a date, Bucky Barnes?”
His comeback dies down in his throat. That didn’t take you very long for you to figure out.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” You look smug, to say the least.
“Shut up.” A ray of light glistening distracts him. He traces it to the thing you were working on earlier.
“Where are you guys going?” You cross your arm across your chest, a small smirk on your face.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” It’s a silver box, engraved intricately with swirls that, when he observes carefully, looks like a skull. Wow, terrifying.
“I’m literally asking you.”
“What are those?” He shifts the conversation towards a more productive angle instead.
“Evil in a box and some other stuff.” You shrug offhandedly. “Is it a lunch date or just coffee?”
“Like Pandora’s Box?”
“A discount version, sure,” you confirmed impatiently. “Stop changing the topic, listen to me.”
He tilts his head, waiting for you to continue.
“Do you need a chaperone?” The sincerity in your voice for such a bullshit question has him scoffing.
“Good God- no, I do not need a chaperone. I’m 106 years old, I can go out unsupervised.” He reaches over and plucks the box off your table.
“Sir, you’re a geriatric."
“What are those?” He points to a few ray odd ray guns.
“Minor stuff you don’t have to worry about right now.”
He shakes the box in his hand. “What’s gonna happen if I open this?”
“Very bad things,” you whispered ominously before your volume returns to normal. “How’d you meet this person? Online?”
“She’s Natasha’s friend.” He turns the box over, seeing a small latch at the side. “What bad things?”
“Bad luck and misery. Don’t play with it, it’s dangerous.” You pull the box away from him. “Aw, is it a blind date?”
“Why do you care so much?” he shoots back, tugging the box back towards him.
“Just lookin’ out for you, Bucko,” you huff, adjusting your grip on your device. “Need to keep my favourite senior citizen safe.”
“I have a vibranium arm.” Whose force he could use to grab the box once and for all, but wasn’t. “I think I’ll be fine.”
“What if she has one too, huh? Then what?”
“She doesn’t.” As far as he knows, he’s the only one alive with a metal appendage made out of the strongest metal in the world. That could very well change by tomorrow but he's keeping the title for now.
“But what if she does? I swear to- stop trying to take the box!” You pull a little more forcefully, but he doesn’t relent.
“I want this to get over before this evening.”
“What time’s your date?”
“Why do you care?” He’s sure anyone who saw the dumb tug-of-war you both were playing would just automatically assume he was an absolute manchild, not an Avenger.
“Because.” You don’t explain further. “Tell me what time your date is, you weirdo.”
“Five o’clock, now let go.”
“Fine,” you say, suddenly loosening your grip. Clearly, it doesn't make much of a difference since he isn't struggling to keep his balance from the sudden loss of force.
“Fine.” He clears his throat, straightening up.
You don’t say anything. He doesn’t either.
A putrid smell creeps into his nose, one all too similar to spoiled milk and decaying seaweed. He has to physically stop himself from gagging.
“Have a good day.” You smile and lean far back. Too far. It looks like you're almost going to fall out of the chair.
Through the tears that are threatening to line his eyelids, he looks down at the box whose latch you somehow managed to lift, leaving the box open.
“What the fuck is this?” He coughs, swatting at the air in front of him to clear it.
“I told you; bad luck in a box.”
“You can’t scientifically create bad luck, that’s bullshit.” He tosses the box back onto your table. You watch it slide past you, not making any effort to stop it. “What is it really?”
“I’m not lying.” You pull open a drawer, brandishing a small table fan that you set down beside you. “If you open it, you’re going to have terrible luck for the day.”
He glowers at you when you turn the fan on, forcing the fumes back towards him.
“Besides, that’s all I was doing today.” You kick your feet up. “So you can leave now.”
He doesn’t care if you’re lying about not having anything else to do today. You could burn down the world if you wanted to but he needs to take a stupid shower. Again.
“You’re the fuckin’ worst.” He tries airing out his shirt, hoping that the smell would dissipate as soon as possible.
“Have fun on your date, sarge!” you encourage him as he stalks out of the lair. “Remember to wrap it befo-”
He turns it into a sprint before you can finish.
____
Six hours later and he’s absolutely convinced he fucked up.
He isn’t used to having his weekends free.
He realises that this is the first time in months that he’s actually stepped out of the Tower for something that wasn’t directly mission-related. He should probably get some air. Touch some grass. See the sun.
His shirt thankfully manages to rid itself of the odour from the dumb box so he didn’t have to go take a shower. With nothing much planned and a few hours to spare, he heads to the coffee shop instead.
It’s a small place, bustling and alive with a crowd of people. They have a little bookshelf that usually is full of books donated by patrons, free for anyone to read.
The barista smiles at him. The coffee costs more than his high school education. He awkwardly smiles back.
He’s not a regular, but they’ve seen him enough times to know that he usually asks for black coffee in a to-go cup, later adding a sugar or two according to his own taste. They're nice to him, occasionally throwing in a cookie or something on the house. He can't tell if it's because of the Avenger status or the sizeable tip he leaves.
He picks up a random book from the shelf, fully intending not to read it but to just sit there and think. The book acted as a shield for his resting bitch face, resting murder face and his resting rage face. More often than not, a good combination of the three.
He sets the coffee down at the corner table he manages to nab in a quick second, along with the two sachets of sugar.
“Is this seat taken?” Someone asks from beside him. He earnestly shakes his head in a ‘no’, gesturing for them to take it.
They give him a quick thanks and drag the chair away from his table.
He does a quick overlook of the book he picked up.
The Princess Diaries by Meg Cabot.
Well, now he’s too anxious to put it back. YA fiction it is.
He reaches for the sugar while glossing over the summary. He reaches a little further when it doesn’t come to his hand immediately, blindly running his fingers across the table.
Bucky peeks over the book, eyebrows knitting together when he notices that they’re missing.
He was sure he picked it up.
He looks underneath the table. It wasn’t there, neither under his seat. Strange, but okay. He picks up the book and the cup, walking back to the station to grab two sugars.
This time he makes sure to tuck it into his pocket, double-checking before going back to his table.
Which was now occupied. He wanted to groan.
His mind automatically reverts back to the box from that morning.
“Come on,” he scoffs quietly to himself. It was a coincidence. “Get yourself together.”
“A seat at the counter just cleared up,” the barista from earlier offers when she sees him standing in the middle of the store.
See? Good luck.
He shoots her a grateful look, venturing over to the barstool to take his place. It’s not the most comfortable, but then again, he wasn’t planning to stay there for very long.
He empties the sugar into the coffee, stirring slowly before opening a random page in the book.
He takes a long sip, ignoring how hot the drink was.
He chokes immediately. Because either he was losing his mind or his order had somehow got switched from ‘no sugar’ to ‘diabetes in a cup’.
He takes another small sip and his face immediately twists in disgust. Definitely too sweet. The sweetener he added only made it worse.
He catches the eye of the barista. She looks on in concern.
“Is everything okay?”
Fuck.
He’s not one to make a scene. He just wants to live as imperceptibly as he could.
“Yep.” The sweetness sticks to the back of his throat. “All good.”
He just closes his eyes and downs the rest of it without thinking twice, trying to hide the grimace in his face. He gives her a weak thumbs up. She doesn't look convinced.
He leaves the shop soon after, hands shoved in his pocket. Maybe he could go sit by the lake at Central Park, watch the clouds. It reminded Bucky of the lake in front of his hut in Wakanda and the hours he'd sit in front of it, feet dipped into the water as his goats fed. He misses it.
He makes a sharp turn at a corner, still thinking about his options when his ankle abruptly twists under him.
He stumbles rather ungracefully, almost hitting the ground, but manages to save himself through the newly built up immunity he has towards falling thanks to all his encounters with you.
His gaze lands on his hardcore combat boots. Their laces had come undone.
Now he just knew that was horseshit. He always double knots them; they had never loosened in the past before.
The box.
He shoves the thought out of his head, crouching down to tie them again. He tugs on them to make sure they’re secure before standing up again.
Central Park is a few blocks away but he’s glad he didn’t bring his bike. The weather was rather nice and the wind in his hair felt good.
He wanders around the park for a while, looking for the lake. He pauses at a board with a map of the park on it, assessing how far it was.
Once he's ascertained which path to go towards, he turns on his heel to go.
He fucking trips again.
“Are you serious?” he says furiously under his breath. “Cut it out.”
He’s half-convinced that he should tie it around his ankle like a sexy lace-up set of heels. He ties a triple knot this time, glares at it until he’s sure it’s fine and checks to see if anyone saw him humiliate himself.
Only a person on a nearby bench who looked like they were passed out drunk, given that their hoodie and sunglasses clad self was slumped over.
No witnesses. No 'You won't BELIEVE what the Winter Soldier did! Critics say it's his biggest blunder yet!' articles the next day on social media.
He manages to make it to the lake in one piece and no more falls, partly because he keeps his eyes fixed on his shoes to ensure no fuckery occurs.
There are a few people rowing and plenty of others lining the bank at scattered locations. There’s a mom and her kid at the place he ends up. She sends him a small smile in greeting and he returns the favour.
There’s a secluded bench that he takes a place on, letting out a small sigh. If he ignores the traffic and the skateboarders and the people in general, it’s actually kind of peaceful.
There are geese and their little goslings swimming around the water close to the shore. Maybe he should have brought some birdseed. Or kale.
The kid beside him is busy fashioning something out of leaves, only occasionally erupting into giggles when it doesn't pan out. His mom watches him fondly, pointing at twigs he could use. Everything seems kind of picture-perfect and his body automatically relaxes, easing further into the seat and closing his eyes for a second.
Until there's a large splash and loud distressed honking. He whips his head around to find the same kid staring straight ahead at the goose with a wide grin. His mother curses quietly, picking herself up off the ground and grabbing his hand, half chastising him for throwing something at an animal and half urging him to walk faster.
The goose turns to Bucky. With no one else to blame for the sudden attack, it logically launches itself at him. His smile drops.
He gets up in a rush. The dumb bird nearly comes for his head, but he deflects with his metal arm.
“I didn’t even do anything.” He swats at it swiftly, trying not to cause any real damage. The goose, understandably, does not speak English.
He flinches when one of them bites at his knee. He can punt it to the sun but he doesn’t want to.
“Stop that.” He sticks his hand out to shove the stupid thing away, retreating back to the road. “Jesus, why are you so aggressive?”
Among the barrage of feathers showering on him, he prays his damn shoelace doesn’t unravel as he shields his head with one arm, the other fending himself while he moves hurriedly away.
The goose honks angrily at him. He scowls at it, not exactly pleased with the reminder that these fucking overgrown ducks were constantly bloodthirsty.
It doesn’t leave him alone till he’s significantly away from where he was sitting. He wants to call it profanity but that’d probably piss it off more.
The box and its effects were definitely starting to feel real.
Fuck it, no more day out for him. The best plan he can think of is to just go to the diner he’s supposed to meet his date at.
The waiter greets him with a courteous nod, which Bucky can only imagine was the best he could muster when a dishevelled 200-pound man walks in covered in goose feathers and irritation.
He won't admit that he’s too scared to eat lunch at this point because he can’t rule out food poisoning. He spends the next two hours on his phone playing Fruit Ninja and plucking feathers that accented his all-black outfit.
Several glasses of water later and a second before he’s about to beat his high score, someone taps on his shoulder, breaking him out of his concentration.
Motherfu-
He clenches his eye shut, inhaling deeply before turning around.
“James?”
“Hey, yeah, that’s me.” Bucky almost falls over the table with how fast he stands up, clearly underestimating his size. “Leah?”
“Hi.” She smiles and he finds himself smiling nervously along with her.
“Hi.” He steps out to pull out her chair for her and she laughs. "Nice to meet you."
“How long have you been waiting here?” she asks while setting down her bag.
“Around ten minutes.” He clears his throat to hopefully hide the fact that he was lying through his teeth.
“Just give me a second, I need to tell my friend I reached,” Leah pulls out her phone and he nods.
“Another glass of water for you?” The waiter seems less enthusiastic about Bucky’s 8th refill.
“Yes,” he answers, hoping he doesn’t call him out on it, “please.”
“You must be really dehydrated."
Bucky turns to look at him slowly. “I like the taste.”
He can’t really blame the guy. Bucky’s been there for hours without ordering anything solid, just leaching off their free water and complimentary bread basket.
“So, James.” She tosses her phone back into her bag, leaning forward on her palms easily. “Tell me about yourself.”
He had rehearsed this a million times. He could do this.
“I, uh,-”
“Menu?” Okay, so someone clearly had a vendetta against him.
“Thank you.” She takes it with a smile.
His morning debacle with the coffee flashes through his mind. Suddenly the idea of a diner didn’t seem so smart.
However, she’s already placed her order and George is standing beside him expectantly, daring him to ask for another glass of water, so he places his usual order and hopes that your stupid bad luck thing wore off.
He quickly learns that his date is laid back, and it isn’t hard to fall into a rhythm with her even though she’s the one asking most of the questions.
“How’d you meet Nat?” Is his attempt at one.
“She used to come in for lunch every week at the place I work.” Leah leans back in her chair. “She can really handle her alcohol.”
He’d be worried about Nat day drinking if he didn’t know about her complete inability to get drunk. She might as well have been downing glasses of lemonade.
“Yeah, she’s-” Intimidating, scary, cool “-really something.”
“She mentioned that you like movies.” He definitely spends a lot of time watching them. “You got any recommendations?”
It’s easier to figure out how different things are or how much he missed out over the years through them. He’s glad he sat out the early 2000s, judging by their fashion sense and hairstyles.
He's watched several movies over the past few months, a few of them critically acclaimed and others who were just there for the cult following.
But now everything goes blank and the only thing that he can remember are the biopics made about Steve that were somehow hilarious for gifting him the mental image of Freddie Prinze Jr. dressed in the stars and stripes, and highly distressing for the number of historical inaccuracies. Contrary to popular belief, Stevie did not, in fact, consider running for president after he took up the shield, nor did he start his own bar chain.
He can’t name Oh Captain, My Captain starring Channing Tatum as his favourite movie on his first date and hope to make a good first impression.
“Despicable Me was kinda fun.” He wants to kill himself. “I mean, it’s the last one I saw.”
Her face twists in mild disgust, but he can tell it isn't ill-intentioned. “It's a good movie, but God, that just gave me some intense flashbacks to my aunt’s Facebook page. Don’t think I can look at a minion ever again.”
He sniggers with her. He doesn’t know what the context is.
He’s a little awkward, and he can definitely tell he isn’t the most open book but she laughs at some of his attempts at jokes. There’s a distinct discomfort he has lingering at the back of his mind prodding at him, telling him over and over again that he isn’t ready for something like this. A warning bell, asking him to leave as soon as possible because he was in a dangerous situation.
He remembers what his therapist told him about breathing and remembering that the resources he had available were greater than his anxiety and he tries to get out of his head. It takes a few minutes of acting like he's fine but he manages to do it.
Other than the one time he scalds his tongue on the coffee but played it off with a pained smile, shoving down thoughts of your stupid invention, things actually went okay.
It was nice, even though they decided by the end that it was better if they both gelled together better as friends. It lifts the strange fear he feels and he can hear Dr. Mendoza say she's proud of him for taking this step before spending three hours psychoanalysing why they decided to stay platonic.
Bucky promises to visit her sushi shop with Nat soon and she says a bottle of sake awaits him for a drinking game. He doesn’t have the heart to tell her that Nat and he share the same tolerance for alcohol.
He makes sure to leave George a tip. A big one. It’s the first time he sees the guy smile the entire evening.
He’s waving goodbye to Leah outside and he thinks that maybe it was a good end to the day and that things actually turned out fine.
Until he turns around to leave, only to have someone walk straight into him with an iced tea.
The cold comes as a bit of a shock, making him jump slightly. He stares at his shirt, using his fingertips to pull it away from his body.
The person melts into a series of apologies immediately, offering to dry clean his shirt but Bucky just forces a shake of his head and says it’s okay even though he can feel the sugar making the shirt stick to his chest. Goose feathers and iced tea. Was there anything else that would like to attach itself to him?
His fists clench and his teeth grit and he has to physically control himself from sprinting to your lair because God knows what else is in store for him and he didn't want to add in any way.
The door to the lair is locked. Fuckin’ brilliant.
When no one answers after minutes worth of waiting, he fishes for his phone and realises that maybe two hours of Fruit Ninja was not the best idea, especially on a phone known for having shitty battery life.
There’s roughly 2 percent left. By the time he opens his app to give you a call, his phone screen goes black.
He groans. He’s desperate at this point and under any other normal circumstances, he would have never, ever considered doing this.
But ten minutes later he’s outside your apartment building. You’re aware that he has your address; no doubt that it was in the SHIELD file he had gotten, and he knows that you know but it was still weird.
The buzzer has your last name listed next to it. He’s sure that he’ll break it if he keeps pressing it at this rate but he really needs you to let him in.
“Who the fu-” your voice comes through the intercom.
“I’m sorry for showing up like this, my phone died and I couldn’t reach you,” He breathes out as soon as he hears you. “But I need you to fix this.”
When he doesn’t hear a reply, he wonders if the thing actually worked. He’s about to start pressing it again-
“Bucky?” You sound a little surprised to hear him. “You’re at my house. Why are you at my house?”
“I need you to fix whatever this is.”
“What are you- fine, I’m buzzing you in,” your voice, initially confused soon trails off into something more dismissive.
There’s a soft click from the door, allowing him to push it open. The elevator is already on the same floor as him so he just uses that.
The elevator goes up a floor or two. His feet tap restlessly against the carpeted floor.
The lights turn off and everything comes to a standstill. His foot stops tapping.
He should have known. He should have fucking known.
Thirty seconds pass. He’s still in pitch darkness with the elevator showing no signs of moving.
In fact, he’s resigned to his fate. He sits down on the ground, only one step away from completely laying down and hoping someone finds his body here someday.
It’s six minutes of plain silence. He might as well get comfortable if he’s going to get stuck here for the rest of his life. Did he change his will? Does he even have a will?
There’s finally a whir. He thinks that maybe he’s going to plummet to his doom as the perfect end to this day, but then the light switches on and it starts moving upward.
It stops at the floor with a ding. He doesn’t get off the ground, only eyes the door wearily. With his luck, it wouldn’t open.
But it does and within a second he’s on his feet, scrambling to get out before it changes its mind.
He remembers your door number, basically charging down the hall to get to it.
The door is white and the paint is starting to chip off it. The handle itself is dented in a few places and he wonders if it was your fault or someone else's.
His knocks are rapid, agitated even. He doesn’t stop until he hears your loud shouts telling him to cut it out.
“What the hell were you doing, trying to break down my door?” It swings open, revealing you in your pajamas. “Haven’t you done that already? And where were you, I’ve been waiting for like, ten minutes.”
He honestly feels bad for showing up uninvited and highly flustered. He can’t imagine it’s a pretty sight either. "This bad luck shit- fix it. My whole day’s been fucked up.”
“What are you-” Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, taking in his appearance.
It takes you a second to realise what he’s talking about but when you do, your face settles.
“How was your date?” You lean against the door frame, arms crossed over your chest.
“Really,” He glowered at you, “that’s what you care about?”
“Yes.” You nod. “Did you have fun?”
He hesitates. “I guess?”
“Was she nice?”
“Yeah.” Where was this going.
“Good, I’m happy for you.” The smile on your face is genuine. “Look at you go, Casanova.”
“We agreed to be just friends, but that’s not the point here. Y/N,” he whines. “I have a mission next week, I can’t afford to fuck up. My whole day was off and I don’t want it to carry over.”
“Your whole day?” you questioned, standing up instead of leaning against the wall. “Buck-”
“Just fix it.”
“Okay.” You lift your hand up, extending it towards his face.
He waits for you to do something.
You flick him on the forehead.
“There,” you declare, going back to your previous position. “you’re cured.”
What.
He says exactly what he’s thinking.
You laugh. “Dude. I was fucking with you.”
Huh?
“Well, actually maybe just like, three things and then I got bored.”
He’s confused.
“You know,” you begin when he doesn’t reply, “taking the sugar packets, switching your coffee order when you were looking under the table, took your place when you left, the shoelaces.”
“The shoelaces?”
“Yeah.” You nod. “That’s the other ray gun you saw this morning. Unties your shoelaces. I stopped after that because I thought you figured it out.”
His face scrunches in puzzlement.
“I mean, you looked right at me and told me to cut it out.”
He racks his brain about what you could possibly be talking about before it hits him. The hungover person on the goddamn bench in the park.
“You were the one in the hoodie and sunglasses.”
“I just followed the Avengers’ code of disguise.” You shrug. “Turns out it kinda works. Also teleportation. So helpful.”
He forgot about the teleportation. That's why you could do all of it so fast without him noticing you were even there.
“What about the fucking geese?”
You pause for a second. “The geese?”
“And the elevator.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” The confusion on your face is apparent. “What geese and elevator? I have no idea what you’re saying right now.”
“Everything’s been a mess today,” he grumbles. “I don’t know what’s real or not.”
“I swear I had nothing to do with it other than what I mentioned.” There’s indignation on your features that quickly gives way to delight. “Holy shit, did I just accidentally invent portable bad luck?”
“Okay-” his palm finds its way to his forehead in exasperation, “-then what the hell was the smell?”
“What smell- oh, the one from the box?”
He nods briskly.
“Secretions Magnifique.” You snorted. “It’s a perfume. The worst rated one I could find.”
“Perfume?”
“With notes of milk, seaweed and sandalwood.”
“It wasn’t an inator?”
“No, it wasn- did you get vibe checked by a goose at the park?” You stifle a laugh when you notice a stray feather on his thigh.
“What does that even mean?” he asks in despair.
“I can see why it attacked you. You got bad juju.” You raise an eyebrow. “Maybe if you stop staring so much-”
“So I just have shit luck.” Is that a fucking relief or even worse?
“Well,” you begin but decide not to continue.
Even with all the irritability masking it, you could see that he genuinely was just not having a good time.
“Wait here a second.”
You leave him at the door. He shifts his balance and sighs, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. He still had to walk back to the Tower. Maybe he could grab a slice of pizza along the way since he skipped lunch.
“Okay, here.” You return with a large glass of water. He only looks at it. “It’s just water, I promise. You look like you ran a marathon."
He takes it from you sceptically, pushing away the urge to sniff at it. It’s gone within a few gulps.
You wait until he’s finished to point at his arm. He draws his eyebrows together, but you only curl your index finger and beckon for him to give you his hand.
He reluctantly extends it towards you.
“Don’t laugh,” you warn him, taking his metal arm. “This usually helps me.”
You tie a small bracelet around his wrist. It has a few beads, which he realises represent the colours of the solar system.
“Keep that for good luck.” You pat it gently after securing it. “I think you just had a bad day; those don’t last very long. Do you want to charge your phone before you leave?”
“Uh-” The bracelet’s pretty, the colours shine against the dark vibranium. “-no, I’m good. I’ll just leave.”
“Okay. Anything else I can help you with or will you be fine?”
He narrows his eyes. “You’re being suspiciously nice.”
“I’m not evil all the time.” You huff. “My hours are in the morning.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“Okay,” he says again. “I’m gonna go then.”
“See you next week.” You give him a little wave. “I’d say break a leg on your mission but knowing your situation...”
He scoffs. “Thanks.”
You make a move to close the door when starts walking down the hallway towards the exit.
He adjusts the beads slightly so he can see them better. The Earth one has glitter in it. He thinks it’s cute.
“Bucky.”
He turns around.
There’s a hint of a smile on your face.
“Take the stairs.”
He doesn’t have to be told twice.
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Title- 'Centuries of waiting' part 2
Warnings: Fluff, shitty older brother, Jealous!Hayley, some angst
Summary: Klaus has murder on his mind, Y/N tells how she ended up with the Elite, Elijah just wants to spoil and love on his soulmate.
A/N: Dudes I got it a little angsty between Elijah and Hayley. This is what I get for listening to 'Battlefield' by Lea Michele while writing.
Morning sunlight shined though Elijah's bedroom window waking him up and found you asleep on top of him. This made him smile glad you were comfortable with him as if you had been with him forever. Elijah ran his fingers down your back as you nuzzled his neck feeling comfort settled over the bond.
"Elijah." You muttered sleepily as Elijah smiled kissing your head feeling you shift on his chest only to roll off onto the bed making him smile. While Elijah wondered how you ended up with the Elite but he didn't rush to push to tell him as he was focused on your needs at the moment.
"Morning beautiful." Elijah said cupping your cheek smiling when you hid your blushing face in a pillow. Elijah chuckled leaning over pressing kisses on your neck as he tried to not flood the bond with adoration and love as to not to overwhelm you.
"Goodmorning." You muttered as Elijah gently urged you out of bed. You yawned getting up only to be picked up by Elijah and taken to the bathroom. You were surprised with how soft Elijah was with you as he was far from the stories the Elite told.
"Something on your mind, little heart?" Elijah asked softly brushing your hair from your face pulling you from your thoughts.
"It isn't nothing to worry about....you are just really different from the stories the Elite told." You answered Elijah as he frowned and looked at you when you reached up cupping his face.
"You don't scare me, Elijah. Because if you really the monster they say I shouldn't be alive." You tell your soulmate softly as Elijah leaned down to kiss you while you both flooded the bond with 'I love you.'.
"Breakfast is ready, Elijah." Hayley said crossing her arms still not liking how Elijah seemly had completely trusted the fact you were his soulmate.
"Sleep well Elijah?" Caroline asked with a smirk on her face watching Elijah once again pulling you into his lap. Elijah chuckled knowing what the blonde vampire was asking as he rubbed your side.
"I'm giving her a chance to get use to this first Caroline." Elijah said making the blonde giggle as you blinked looking at Elijah who just smiled at you kissing your nose.
"Goodmorning all." Klaus said smirking as he walked into the kitchen stealing a quick kiss from Caroline. Elijah raised an eyebrow noting the smirk and looked at Rebekah who noticed too.
"Have plans for today Niklaus?" Elijah asked stealing a grape off your fork making you pout but an idea popped in your head and began to feed Elijah some of your fruit salad.
"Yes. Murder." Klaus said as his smirk darken as he sat down looking at you getting a low growl from Elijah as his hold on you tighten making you look at Elijah comforting him through the bond.
"Niklaus."
"No need to worry brother. I was thinking your little soulmate goes out spend the day with the girls while we plot the death of the Elite." Klaus says leaning back against the chair as Elijah calmed down opening his mouth as you fed him a piece of melon.
"What about the first Sired?"
"They are no worry as of right now Hayley." Klaus says as he was itching to kill those that harmed you. You were family now so those that hurt you will meet his rage. You smiled feeding Elijah another grape which he happily took eyes twinkling with joy.
"Will you be okay?" You asked toying with the pendant of the Mikaelson Crest Elijah had gifted you. Elijah was making sure you were ready for your outing with the girls.
"Don't worry about me, little heart. Buy whatever you want." Elijah tells you handing you his credit card as he kissed your forehead. You blushed knowing Elijah wanted to spoil you again. You said a goodbye to Elijah then hurried to Rebekah's side.
"So Y/N were did you come from?" Hayley asked watching you as you blinked trying to remember since you had been with the Elite for a long while. It also didn't help the Elite would compel you and others for complete control.
"New York....I was a ballerina." You answered Hayley trying really hard to remember as Caroline stepped next to you smiling softly.
"Hey don't worry about not remembering right now. We have a dress to get you." Caroline says looping her arm with yours with Rebekah on the other side of you smiling also. The four of you had bought some nice dresses and some shoes more so Rebekah and Caroline was going to help you pick out a gorgeous dress for the Strix party Elijah was invited to.
"How did you end up with the Elite?" Hayley asked you watching you stop looking though dresses and put your head down. Rebekah was by your side in a blink of an eye seeing you shake and Caroline rubbed your back seeing tears fall down your face.
".....my older brother......sold me to them." You said as the memories came flooding back and your tears wouldn't stop.
"Once he found out I was a soulmate to an Original....he knew he could pay off his debts." You said shivering remembering how the leader of the Elite looked at you like you were a piece of meat. You also remember how your brother was okay with selling you off.
"How about we get you home." Caroline said softly as she lead you out of the store and Rebekah pays for your dress while Hayley felt a little guilty for bringing it up. Once back at the compound you surprised Elijah by climbing into his lap and buried your face in his neck your tears wetting the collar of his shirt.
"Baby?" Elijah asked softly as he wrapped his arms around you searching the bond for answers but only felt an overwhelming sadness and fear. So Elijah listen to Rebekah and Caroline explain to Klaus on why you were acting like this.
"Elijah?" Hayley said softly a moment later seeing that the Original hadn't moved from his chair as you had fell asleep against him. Elijah looked at her then focused his attention back on you, he had removed your heels and wrapped you in a blanket.
"Why are you pushing her away? Is it because she is my soulmate?" Elijah asked Hayley as the female hybrid crossed her arms.
"I just think you are rushing to fast on wanting it to be true."
"You don't believe that she is. Even though Freya said the bond was real." Elijah said freezing when you shifted then relaxed when you settled against his chest.
"Elijah, don't you find it a little suspicious that she shows up right when the Sired did?"
"No. The Elite had been in New Orleans longer than the Sired had from what Marceltold us." Elijah said as he stood up hold you bridal style. Elijah looked at Hayley.
"I loved you that I cannot deny Hayley but choose to marry Jackson. So if you really did love me you would have fought for us now allow me this happiness." Elijah said walking past her pausing at the door away.
"Maybe in a different life we could have loved one another. But I want to be happy Hayley and not waiting on what ifs." Elijah said softly before walking away not seeing the tear roll down Hayley's cheek.
You woke seeing it was dark out and felt Elijah pulling you back against his chest letting you roll over.
"I am sorry for earlier."
"It is fine little heart. You are still adjusting to this and the bond." Elijah says softly running his fingers through your hair.
"But....."
"No buts. The compulsion you were under us coming undone due to our bond. Hayley should have been more careful when asking about your past."
"Oh....were you two a thing?" You asked as you saw how Hayley would look at Elijah. It made you feel a little insecure but you felt Elijah flood the bond with love.
"We were but she married another. I loved her deeply I had gave up looking for you believing that I didn't have a soulmate."
"But when I felt you reach out that spark love lit with in me so I started searching for you. Hayley thought it was witches messing with me but when the auction came and I saw you....I just knew and all I wanted was you."
You looked at Elijah eyes tearing up leaning in kissing him softly and Elijah responded to the kiss right away. You squeaked as he lifted you placing you on top of him and your hands were on his chest.
"Elijah." You whispered sounding a bit whiny as Elijah pulled you down kissing you again. His hands were on your hips moving under your skirt as you both got more needy with your kisses and clothes went flying.
"I love you Elijah."
"I love you too my little heart." Elijah says softly drowning his self in your touch knowing he wasn't going to let you go.
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Caun you do platonic yandere Haruka and Juri Kuran with unwilling human reader where she will do anything to get away from them even if they have to call vampire hunter to do it? Thank you
I’m sorry it took me a while to answer, I had to rewatch the show because I haven’t watched it in like a year.
I think you made another request that I saw and went to do, but when I clicked on it tumble said there was nothing there. Sorry about that.
And I think I got the characters right, juri and Haruka are yuki and kanames mom and dad right?
YANDERE JURI KURAN X READER X HARUKA KURAN
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You dont want to be here, you absolutely don’t want to be here. No matter how much they tell you that you can’t leave, taht foenst make you wnat to do it any less. No matter how far you ran, Or how hard you tried to hide , they always found you, and took you back to this godforsaken place. It was huge mansion, usually could be considered lavish and nice, but you’d grown to hate it.
You’d tried everything, shattering windows, throwing yourself off of roofs, stabbing them, outright drowning yourself, none of it worked, nothing at all. The woman, whom had named herself “mother”, or even “mama”, would just pick you up, give you a bath, scold you, then put you to bed, a soft nothing happened in the first place. You hated it, you hated it so much. They treated you as if you couldn’t think for yourself, like you would just die without them, they wouldn’t listen to your protests, and would act like it was just the babbling of a small child.
“Darling, you know we can’t be running out at nighttime, we have rules for a reason. Let’s get you in bed now, You’re gonna sleep with me and papa tonight alright?
They always cared about you, if you’re hurting, but they also don’t seem to care about you’re opinion, like they’ve fooled themselves into thinking you really are some precious little girl who needs mama and papa’s protection.you don’t though, you truly, honestly, hate them with all your heart. They don’t ever try to consider your own opinion, seeing you as a little child who has an immature and irrational opinion, you. Hate. It.
You didn’t want them to die necessarily, just be away from you, forever. But you also weren’t all that keen on them staying alive, you barely knew anything about how they lived, you had run into them sucking the life out of a corpse, you had your suspicions about wether they were even human or not, taht just proved it to you. This was just a last resort, a heavily needed last resort.and you were desperate, very, very desperate.
And so, you used your “playtime” in which they left you alone for 30 minutes to an hour in the guardens, to figure out how to kill these people, and who would do it for you. When you found the “cursed twins” whom hunt these vampires. You were determined to come in contact with them. You had to wait though, as you’d spent almost all of your playtime on the library, and you didn’t have the ability to leave and find them yet.
The next time when you could find them, you snuck out as early as you could, running through the rose bushes and the wall of vines taht leas to a small opening, the servants used to use this, to your convience, they abandoned it after it was infested with millions of moths and butterfly’s. It was your best way out for a moment. Of course you couldn’t stay out for too long, or they would realize and drag you back. So you set a mental timer for 30 minutes, than went on a search. Asking around town if they knew these particular hunters, eventually, you were lead to a small bar, wheee a tall man with a large scar wa sitting, you tapped him on the shoulder.
The two of you talked for about 10 minutes, your old him your story and what was hapoening, he told you who he was and what he did, and it was an agreement that he would help you. The plan was simple, very simple, you run away during the middle of the night, intentionally waking them up and causing them to follow, and you run to a select area where he’ll have traps set, he will not kill them unless it’s necessary, just keep them tied up long enough for you to hop on a train and be rid of them. And that was it, you had 5 minutes to get back, the plan would be carried out tommorow.
When you arrived back into the garden, it was to the same thing you left, a bunch of butterflies and flowers. Another ten minutes past of you just sitting around, and then your mother came out to get you so she could help you take a bath. You were just so jittery and excited to be out, and you thought you wer of fielding it as best as you could, apparently that wasn’t good enough though, as she took immediate note of your change in tone.she suspiciously looked at you, you did smell different… like other humans.
The idea was brushed off as she saw the set up from earlier that you had laid out, a blanket bundled up to look like a makeshift pillow, along with a few little butterflies just fluttering around the area. So you had taken a nap! That makes sense why they hadn’t heard you, because you were sleeping.
“Oh honey, if you were sleepy you could’ve just told me, we can go take another nap if you want?”
“No mama, I’m okay”
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You were getting ready now, this was probably a really terrible idea, like a really, really terrible idea. But you don’t have much to lose except your life, and even then it’s not worth much, so why not? You couldn’t open your window, so you were gonna have to jump through the hallway one, and jump you did, intentionally nocking a few things down in the process to alert others of your movement.
You ran as fast as you could, making your way through the butterfly’s and rosebushes, and jumping over the multitude of tree trunks that stuck out of the ground. You were nearing your destination when you heard swift footsteps behind you, and the appearance fo both your father and your mother sorrounded you at once. This has happened before believe it or not, you just have to keep running and try not to get caught.
“Darling? We do this every week, just make this easy for all of us and let’s go back to bed.” The male voice echoed form beside you, you ignored it, continuing on, they were being nice to you today apparently, letting you run on for a longer time than usual, for the most part they just grab you and drag you back. Then both disapeared, with a small rustle in the dead leaves they were gone, leaving you confused , and scared. Were they hiding? Or did they just give up? No, they don’t give up, you know that best.
You made it to the destination, a small nook in the woods where the trees were cleared out, waiting to find the hunter whom you’d talked to earlier, and disappointed from find no traps, no people; no nothing, just an empty field. When you made a move to step over it, a hand grasped your arm, pulling you back.
“Do not step over there, no one but me can see it, you would be bundled in ropes if you took another step forward. “ the same gravely voice spoke, setting you firmly down on your feet, about a meter away from the clearing. You held your breath in as you heard the same footsteps circling the area, then in a flash, a figure was caught in one of these invisible traps. Each of their limbs was held off with a thick iron roping.
Then another
And than you realized that they couldn’t do anything anymore, both your mother and your father were kind of helpless right now, not as if you’d hurt them, but they couldn’t do anything to you. A female voice screamed, you could tell it was your “mama” as she wanted stop to say. The other stayed silent.
“Y/N! SWEETIE! LET ME DOWN FROM HERE! WE JUST WANT TO KEEP YOU SAFE! PLEASE JUST LET ME DOWN!” She screamed, flailing, you heard a silent hiss of burning flesh. Those ropes must be hurting them… you feel bad, they werent all that and to deserve this right? You started to regret this, second guessing yourself as you watched them struggle.
“Y/n, of you help us down now we won’t be mad, this man has gotten into your head, this is why we have to protect you, you understand that right? Right?”
“What are you doing, GO!” The hunter yelled, shoving you off towards the roaring of the trains, breaking you from your little trance, you spent another second deciding, then booked it towards the noises. Your breaths were heavy, and your feet were freezing, but you felt a sense of satisfaction at finally being free.
You heard a earpaining snap, and then another female scream. A voice yelled above it, screaming the word “RUN”, signaling you that something went wrong. You were so close, just so close to finally being free, faster footsteps approached you, a huff of wind passed your face, whooshing your hair into your face, you were only a few meters from the train at this point, and you had no idea if you would even make it.
“You cannot leave us, you just cant. They’ll hurt you, you don’t belong out there, we’re keeping you safe, you’re not safe out there honey! Why can’t you just see that? Mommy’s just trying to keep you safe!” Your mother screamed, trying to grab at you. Her eyes were wide, you’d never seen her so panicked. Was your plan actually…working? She eyed the train, picking up her pace to try and block you at off, her husband was fighting with a. Hunter, he could handle himself though, it was you she was worried about.
You hooked your arm around one of the railings of the last train car, you barely made it, as it was almost gone, you made it right on time. The woman tried to catch up, and was successful for a few moments, but was overpowered soon by the power of modern technology. She had a grasp on your sleeve, and she tried to tug you back on the ground, in her arms, where you’d be safe. But no, she just ripped it clean off, she broke down in a fit of sobs as she watched you quickly move away from her. She clutched the fabric close to her chest, before screaming
“WE WILL FIND YOU! I PROMISE!”
And so you disappeared in the darkness of the night, aboard the shadows of the train cars, two vampires screaming your name form the forest.
Who knows what happens to you now.
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~ I Loved You For All This Time Apart ~
Pairing: Damiano David x Lea (fictional character)
Word count: 1759
Warnings: Slightly bit of swearing.
Summary: Lea makes a hard decision which has major consequences on her relationship.
The doors opened and she saw him. Damiano was standing in front of her while she walked past the gate from her plane. They haven’t seen each other for a long time. Three years passed since their breakup but they still didn’t stop loving each other.
Damiano was stubborn. When Lea told him that she wants to leave to England, he quickly protested, saying that she’s better living in Italy, in her home country, rather than being all alone in an unknown place without any family or friends.
He always wanted to impress everyone. When he was in the studio with Vic, Thomas and Ethan, everything had to be perfect. He didn’t leave the place without making sure that every sound and lyric were on point. Lea told him that he can’t overwork himself like that but he didn’t listen and stayed in the studio from dusk till dawn working his ass off till he fell asleep on the floor with papers in his tired hands.
Damiano never missed the opportunity to party. Whether it was celebrating their new albums or just a local festival, he never said no to going out with his friends. He drank a lot on the parties which made Lea angry. Once he got so drunk that Lea had to call a Taxi and literally crawl with him on her back to get him home. She was furious that night, which didn’t happen often and threatened him that they will break up if he won’t stop being so irresponsible.
She wasn’t a loud person though. She never got angry and never raised her voice. It was really hard to make her go out of control and she knew that sometimes she was too kind to everyone. Damiano always told her that she should stand up for herself more but she was too generous to see bad in people.
When she got irritated she usually closed herself in the bedroom and meditated to clear her mind. It helped her a lot and she never was the one to argue anyways. She always prefered to calm down and talk. Damiano loved how down to earth Lea was. Whenever they had a worse moment, she held his hands, stroking them gently and said: What’s bothering you, love? Let’s talk about it.
Those little moments felt like big steps until it all crashed.
One day Lea made the most important and the hardest decision. She bought a ticket to London and told Damiano that she’s leaving Italy. He tried to turn it into a joke at first but then he realized that she was serious.
What do you mean you’re leaving Italy? He asked her confused, giving her a look full of fear. He didn’t want to loose her. She was his soulmate and loosing her would mean loosing a part of him.
Baby, I want to travel, chase my dreams. There are so many opportunities waiting for me, I want to go and be happy. Her face lit up and passion in her voice made Damiano frown.
So you’re not happy with me, huh? He said and his eyes turned black. He was angry. How could she ever think of leaving him and moving to UK? Her place was next to him, in Italy.
Dami, it’s not about you. I just..
You just what? You want to leave me here alone and sacrifice everything we have! He screamed and Lea, not aware of his sudden outburst, shivered.
I’m not breaking up with you. But you have to understand, I can’t spend my whole life here, only looking at you succeed. As much as I love you and as much as I’m happy about your carrier, I want to do it for myself, I want to achieve something, be successful. I’m doing this to show myself that I’m worthy. She said and her eyes filled with tears.
Well then, I guess it’s over for us. I can’t do long distance. He said letting down his head.
So you don’t even want to try? You don’t want to put some effort and make our relationship work? Her cheeks were now wet from the tears. She looked at him full of sadness and disappointment.
You just chose.
Alright then, goodbye Damiano.
That’s when they’ve seen each other for the last time.
Since then Lea lived in London. The weather there wasn’t as amazing as in Italy but Lea found herself amazed with british culture. The people there were kind, saying thank you and I’m sorry with every occasion possible. They were helpful too. Whenever Lea entered a bookstore or coffee shop, people seemed to be willing to help with anything you’d ask them for. She felt like she could get friends with everyone there which didn’t make her feel so lonely. After a month of wandering around and gettin to know the country a little more, Lea joined a local designer house and started her career as a fashion designer and consultant. There she met Steph - her spirit guide as she used to say all the time. They started designing together and their work found its popularity around London soon after. Lea finally felt like it was her place and she for sure didn’t want to leave. Ever.
After three years she’s gotten an invitation for Alex’s wedding in Florence. Since he was like a brother to her she decided to visit her home country but soon after she got a call from him. Damiano called her at 2 am in the morning, waking her up and saying that they should meet once she arrives. At first she was shocked. They broke up on not such good terms but the truth was none of them stopped loving the other.
Damiano through all this time wrote songs about Lea. He knew that if he’d tried even a little then maybe their relationship would work. But he was a coward. He couldn’t stand a fact of long distance, being together but apart at the same time, so he decided to shut up and all his braveness vanished. His lyrics were deep and sad, all of them about being lonely, breakup and sadness. Vic, Thomas an Ethan tried to talk to him but he always shut them off, saying that he’s fine and that they shouldn’t worry. After a while he seemed to move on but when Alex called him with a wedding invitation, saying that Lea confirmed her attendance, his heart stopped. He decided to call her.
Damiano, its 2 am in the morning. What is so important you want to tell me at such a time? Lea answered her phone with a sleepy voice.
I heard you’re attending Alex’s wedding and i just.. wanted to call you to ask what are you getting them as a gift. Damiano lied which was obvious even to Lea.
For a gift? Are you out of your mind? You call me at 2 am just to ask me for a fucking gift? She said shocked at her own tone.
I uhm.. i think we should meet. You know, once you arrive. He said and brushed his hair with his palm.
We will meet at the wedding. She said harshly.
No Lea, i meant meet before the wedding. To talk.
What do you wanna talk about?
Us? He said, not being sure of her response.
Us? You want to talk about us Damiano? You said yourself you don’t want long distance and now after 3 years you want to talk about us? If it wasn’t Alex’s wedding, I’m sure you wouldn’t have called. Lea said and she was about to hang up but Damiano stopped her.
But I love you. Damiano’s words stuck in her mind making it repeat them over and over again. I’ve never stopped.
For good 5 minutes there was a silence that Lea didn’t want to break. Shock was an understatement. Of course, she hadn’t stopped loving him either but he said that out of the blue and she didn’t know exactly what to say.
I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have.. Damiano started but was interrupted.
No, it’s okey. I just.. It’s not a conversation we should be having through the phone. She said quietly and soon after they ended their call.
And now he was standing in front of her. Dressed all in black, his hair longer than Lea has remembered and even more handsome than she saw him last time. She noticed that his jawline was more sharp and on his face she saw a slight beard.
Damiano also noticed some changes. Lea wasn’t wearing glasses like before, her hair were a lighter color than the brown hazelnut tone he loved so much but she looked really good.
Long time no see. Damiano said and a slight smile appeared on his face.
Yeah, long time indeed. She said squeezing tighter a handle of her suitcase.
They stood like this for what felt like forever when suddenly Lea felt Damiano’s arms wrapping around her tightly and pulling her closer for a warm hug. It truly felt like home. His scent of cologne mixed with cigarettes and his fingers gently stroking her back, his face buried in a crock of her neck and lips dangerously close to her skin. Lea felt his breath on her neck and sighed wrapping her arms around his torso, giving back the hug.
I missed you so much. Damiano whispered and Lea’s eyes started getting watery.
She missed him too but never wanted to admit it. Not after he decided to end this relationship because he didn’t have the courage to try and make it work from a distance.
Not long after she felt Damiano’s warm lips on hers. She didn’t expect it all and surprised but pleased with such sudden interaction she kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck. The kiss was sweet, full of love and missing each other but they both enjoyed it more than they both expected. After a while they pulled away, looking into each other’s eyes.
I know we have a lot to figure out and a lot to talk through but I’ve never stopped loving you. Please forgive me. Damiano said stroking Lea’s cheek with his thumb.
I loved you for all this time apart. Lea said and they both smiled at each other.
It didn’t matter for them that they were standing in each other’s embrace in the middle of the airport. What really mattered to them was that they found their way back to each other.
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Hello everyone! I’m back and I just want to explain myself that I was on vacation in London so that’s the reason of my absence. Expect some London inspired content.
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That’s The Way (Chapter 5)
Pairing: Jimmy Page x Reader
Word count: 4.3k
Warning(s): Nothing! This is such a sweet chapter :)
Author’s notes: Another sweet little chapter with Jimmy and Y/N, with a guest appearance from Lillian, everyone’s favourite rascal ;) This chapter was honestly such a joy, and my partner in crime @rebel-without-a-zeppelin is so amazing as always!!! As usual, please enjoy, happy reading, and send us messages if you have theories, comments, music recommendations for the playlist, or if you want to be added to the tag list :)
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Y/N was in the kitchen, washing the dishes as she hummed to a tune she had just heard on the radio. She had just spent the morning baking biscuits, brownies, and all sorts of homemade goodies, and everything was still warm and cooling on a plate on the counter. Lillian’s loud footsteps reverberating through the house signalled that these delicacies wouldn’t be there for much longer.
“Y/N! Y/N!” she shouted in her high-pitched, innocent voice, as her footsteps grew closer. She scurried through the kitchen to stand at her sister’s side, looking up at her with her big eyes.
“What is it, Lil?” her sister responded, still scrubbing a bowl with a soapy sponge.
“I need you to braid my hair,” Lillian replied softly, her smile glinting in the afternoon sun.
“What for? What’s the occasion?”
Lillian’s lips pursed into a grin that she was trying to hold back. “Nothing,” she said in a sing-song tone, her head curling into her shoulder bashfully, “I just like the way it looks.”
Y/N huffed. “I’m kind of in the middle of something here,” she motioned towards the sink with her sudsy gloves; it had been filled to the brim with dirty dishes, though the mountain of tableware was lessening by the minute.
“Pretty please? I just want to feel beautiful like you,” her little sister whined, tugging on Y/N’s clothes.
Overcome with empathetic emotion, Y/N conceded, removing her gloves and turning the sink off. Crouching down to Lillian’s level, she held her hands, gazing into her eyes.
“Lillian, don’t say that about yourself. You are beautiful, truly,” Y/N coaxed earnestly.
“But when you braid my hair, I feel my most beautiful,” Lillian frowned.
Y/N couldn’t argue with Lillian, because she herself had bouts of self-consciousness and low self-esteem. Oh, the joys of being a young girl, Y/N thought, a wry grin on her lips. Ruffling her sister’s hair slightly, she replied, “Go sit at the counter and grab yourself a biscuit then.” Lillian giggled as she scurried over to the counter, reaching to grab one of each baked good from the three plates.
Y/N ripped off a piece of paper towel and handed it to Lillian so she wouldn’t leave any crumbs in her wake, as Lillian swung her feet as she sat atop the tall barstool chair and munched on her biscuit, a mischievous look on her youthful face. Y/N stood behind her, putting two elastics around her wrist.
“What kind of braids do you want, Lil?” Y/N asked, grabbing a nearby pencil to separate a perfect middle part down the back of her sister’s hair then tying off one side.
“I quite like Dutch braids,” Lillian said cheerfully.
“Okay, Dutch it is.”
Just as Y/N separated three strands of Lillian’s hair, the phone began to ring. Oh come on! Y/N thought with a huff. “Hang on a minute, Lil, let me answer this.”
“Hello?”
“Hey Y/N, it’s Jimmy,” a familiar voice echoed through the phone. Y/N’s eyes widened at the sound, a smile creeping onto her lips. There was a part of her that hadn’t expected him to call, though the way her heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice only confirmed how happy she was about it.
“Hey Jimmy, how are you?” she replied, leaning against the wall in an attempt to look composed, though she was twirling the cord around her finger nervously, almost combusting from excitement.
“I’m well, love, how about yourself?” he asked, his soft voice coming across as calm and casual, though he was, in fact, not calm at all, unbeknownst to Y/N. His sweaty palms readjusting their grip on the phone every few seconds as they spoke would have been a dead giveaway.
“I’m doing well, thanks.”
“JIMMY!” Lillian squealed from the background, “Tell him I said hi!”
Y/N laughed, “Oh, and Lillian says hi.”
Jimmy chuckled, “I heard. A very enthusiastic little one. Tell the sweet girl I said hello, if you don’t mind.”
“I will,” Y/N giggled before a pause, “What’s up?”
“Well, I have a day off today, you see. I’m going book shopping, and I was wondering...if you’d like to possibly come along...” he trailed off, almost unsure of his invitation.
Y/N’s stomach dropped at his invitation. He wanted her company?! As much as she wanted to jump for joy and scream, she had to suppress her emotions as best she could. Lillian was sitting right there after all, and if she caught wind of her small crush? Y/N would never hear the end of it. All of St. Albans would know, given how enthusiastic Lillian can be. She cleared her throat, recomposing herself before answering, “I’d love to come along! Thank you so much for the invitation,” Y/N gushed, “What time were you thinking?”
“How about twenty minutes?” Jimmy asked, “I’ll have my driver take us, so you don’t have to worry about transportation.”
“Perfect! See you then.”
“See you soon, love.” With that, the phone clicked, signalling the man’s departure.
“What did Jimmy want?” Lillian asked as Y/N walked back over to behind her chair.
“Oh nothing,” Y/N replied, taking three strands of her hair, “just asked if I would come shopping for books with him. He’s picking me up in twenty minutes.”
“Oh, that sounds like so much fun!” Lillian said cheerfully, genuinely happy that her sister was spending time with her friend. She was not at the age to assume any type of budding romance or feelings between the two, much to Y/N’s relief.
“Yeah, I’m excited!”
“Maybe you should give him what you baked,” Lillian offered, “I think he’d like them!”
“That’s a good idea,” Y/N agreed. “Since I’m not going to be home for a while, can you help Mum with the dishes? I feel bad I didn't finish them.” Lillian nodded with a hum as she quietly munched on her biscuit and a comfortable silence settled between the sisters.
Oh, to be that young and naïve, Y/N thought as she finished braiding Lillian’s hair, no stress, no problems, no worrying about boys...
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Just as Jimmy had said, his driver was in front of Y/N’s front door in exactly twenty minutes. She put a biscuit, brownie, and oatmeal cream pie into a plastic bag and tucked it into her purse before walking out the door. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as she walked towards the car, seeing Jimmy in the back seat with an open spot next to him.
“Hello Y/N, love,” Jimmy greeted jovially as the girl slid into the seat next to him. The smile on his face felt warm and welcoming to the young girl, easily returning a smile with the same emotion.
“Hi! Thanks again for inviting me to join you,” Y/N replied as the driver smoothly pulled away from her house and started down the road.
“Oh, no problem! I was hoping that I didn’t have to go alone, so I thought of you,” Jimmy grinned. Y/N couldn’t help but notice the way he fidgeted with his fingers nervously while he spoke. Could he actually be feeling as nervous as she was?
“That’s so sweet, thank you,” Y/N responded bashfully, smiling from ear to ear.
An unsettling silence diffused through the car, the only significant sounds being the radio playing softly in the background and the occasional bump in the road. The two, sat close to one another, felt so far away, as the cavernous quiet settled over them.
With a clearing of his throat, Jimmy spoke up, “Did you know that this is the first piece of vintage clothing I ever bought for myself?” he asked, showing off the navy blue military jacket he was wearing, adorned with several ornate gold buttons.
Y/N turned her head to look at his jacket with a grin, “That?” she answered, trying to sound serious in an attempt to tease him.
Jimmy frowned. “Yeah, you don’t like it?” he asked, slight panic bleeding into his voice at her teasing.
“Did you get it at the Embassy or something, to go off to war? Are you assuming the position of a Revolutionary War general, because I’m afraid you’re in the wrong country. And century.” Y/N said, a smile creeping past her lips as she failed to contain some of her laughter.
Jimmy huffed and rolled his eyes. “Okay, it has a lot of buttons,” he admitted defensively.
“Yes it does,” Y/N chuckled. Then after a few moments of silence, she concurred reluctantly, “I like your jacket,” she said with a smirk.
“I knew it, I knew you did!” Jimmy laughed triumphantly, “It’s so cool, right?”
“It is pretty cool, I admit.”
“There’s also a bunch of pockets, so you can fit all sorts of bits and bops in there too. You wouldn’t even know,” Jimmy said with a wink.
“I can only imagine what you keep in those pockets,” Y/N grinned mischievously.
Jimmy’s jaw dropped in feigned shock. “What a naughty mind you have, Miss Y/N! How can you assume such a thing about me?”
“I’ve heard a few whispers about you and Jackie in my day,” Y/N giggled, “things I wish to not get into at this particular moment in time.”
“What did you hear? Who told you?” Jimmy said, an air of panic in his voice as he straightened in his seat.
“I can’t tell you that!”
“It was Jeff who told you, wasn’t it? The bastard.” Jimmy scowled, turning away from her to run his fingers through his hair. The slight tremor that rushed through them made the young woman smile. He was nervous.
“I said I can’t tell you! That’s for only me to know,” Y/N giggled.
Jimmy paused for a second, contemplating his next sentence before piping up, “Well, I should say that Jackie and I broke up actually,” he said quietly, his panic now overcome with sadness.
Y/N frowned, feeling bad for her friend. “Oh Jimmy, I’m so sorry. I can only imagine how difficult it is for you right now.” She draped her arm on Jimmy’s shoulder, hoping her physical touch would comfort him in any way. Jimmy leans into her touch, a sad smile settling on his lips.
“Thank you, love.” he nodded.
“When did it happen, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“A few days ago,” Jimmy continued, “I’m actually in the same boat as you.”
Y/N cocked her head in confusion. “In what sense?”
“Jackie was married the whole time, and I had no idea,” Jimmy replied solemnly.
“Oh my gosh, that’s awful!” Y/N said, “I can’t believe she would do that to you. You don’t deserve that.”
“I guess we were both someone else’s second choice.”
Y/N’s lips downturned into a frown, “Yeah…” she trailed off, “it’s the worst feeling in the world.”
You’ll never be my second choice, Y/N thought, I’ll always choose you, Jimmy.
“I might have a temporary remedy, though,” Y/N quipped as she opened her purse to retrieve the biscuits she had packed for Jimmy. “I baked these earlier, and Lillian said that you might enjoy them.”
Jimmy smiled as she handed him the bag. “Thank you for this, I really appreciate it, love.” As little as the words were, there was a tone of genuine appreciation in his voice. He really must have been going through a dark time. If there was a way she could help, no matter how small, Y/N would take that chance.
“You’re welcome. A baked good always makes me feel better, so I hope it does the same for you.”
Jimmy smiled down at her, his heart warming at her unbelievably kind gesture. Before he could say anything else, though, the driver had pulled up to the book shop; flicking hazard lights on so the two could get out right in front. They thanked the driver and walked into the store in tanduum, arms linked.
“What were you thinking about getting?” Y/N whispered as the smell of aged paper and freshly-cut wood greeted them.
Jimmy gave her a look that screamed did you really have to ask?
“Oh, okay,” She says, drawing out the first word with a subtle laughter in her voice. “Nevermind, stupid question.” Crowley manuscripts and textbooks. She knew that. She cursed herself for not thinking before she asked.
“You’re not stupid, don’t say that,” Jimmy said gently as he rubbed her arm soothingly, walking with her deep into the shelves and stacks of books. They were so close, her physical proximity and presence taunted him, and her scent dizzied him.
Their eyes scoured through the various titles, seeing if anything caught their interests. Y/N saw the trademark bright orange spine of The Catcher in the Rye, and quickly pulled it out. She never had the chance to read it whilst at school, but it was on her mental reading list.
Jimmy watched her intently as she read the synopsis on the back cover, her irises twinkling in the golden light that shone through the store. Her lips, her beautiful lips that he dreamed about kissing one day, were pressed together in concentration. She must have just put some lip balm on, because even they were twinkling. They looked like little pillows, so soft and supple and warm…
Y/N’s face now looked at the shelf once again before glancing at Jimmy with a grin. He prayed that she didn’t see him admiring her. Jimmy simply smiled back as if nothing had happened.
“The Catcher in the Rye, I see,” he initiated.
“Yep. I never got to read it in school, and it’s on my little mental reading list. I heard it was really good,” Y/N shrugged.
“What else is on your mental reading list?” Jimmy asked, “I can help you look for those, too.”
“Hmmm,” she thought aloud, “Marjorie Morningstar by Herman Wouk, Middlemarch by George Eliot, and Summer Crossing by Truman Capote. I also want to get The Fantastic Mr. Fox by Roald Dahl for Lillian. I loved it when I was little.”
“You’re a woman of good taste,” Jimmy grinned, feeling himself falling for her even harder. He had thought it impossible, yet he was obviously proven wrong by the feeling of contentment that settled over him whenever he so much as looked at her.
“Thanks,” she said, blushing as she sheepishly chuckled at the compliment.
The two slowly walked through the aisles trying to find the titles Y/N had mentioned. Jimmy found Marjorie Morningstar and Summer Crossing, and Y/N loved the way his face lit up when he finally found what he had been looking for. Y/N was able to find Middlemarch and The Fantastic Mr. Fox herself, as Jimmy practically drooled upon sight of her when she wasn’t looking. His personal thesis of Y/N being an angel had been proven correct many times that day, but these rather intimate circumstances really pushed it (and himself) over the edge.
Crushes are so foolish, he thought, why am I acting like this?!
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Jimmy invited Y/N to go to his Pangbourne boathouse for some tea after their shopping excursion, for a chance to talk in a more private setting and scan through their purchases. He showed her around his house, since it was the first time she had been there since they had met; it was a Edwardian-Pre-Raphaelite hybrid dream, and Y/N found herself amazed with every nook and cranny.
“Next summer, you’ll have to come up so I can take you out on the boat,” Jimmy said as he showed her his boat and the view from the dock.
“That would be so fun,” Y/N smiled, “how often do you take it out?”
“Not too often, unfortunately, with all the travel and studio time.”
“Ah, I’m sorry. I’m sure that will pick even more now that the Yardbirds will be traveling more.”
“Yes, you’re definitely right. But I’ll make time next summer for that boatride,” he grinned as he led Y/N back into the house and into the living room. She pursed her lips to hold back a smile full of gratitude, but to no avail.
His housekeeper must have just put a tray of tea and biscuits on the coffee table, because it was still steaming.
The two sat opposite of one another, taking things off the tray as they pleased, silence hanging in the air. Once they were situated, Y/N daintily crossed her legs with a smile as she held the cup on top of her clothed thigh.
What a sophisticated lady Y/N is, Jimmy thought as he looked at her, I wonder what she would be like in a more intimate setting…
Shaking the dirty thought from his mind, he rambled, “So I’ve been thinking about something...the other guys in the band know about it, and they agree with me...actually, it wasn’t my idea, it was Jeff’s…”
It wasn’t Jeff’s idea. He lied.
It was Jimmy’s idea.
“Oh! What is it?” Y/N asked as she tilted her head in confusion, “It sounds bad, should I be scared?” she ended with a giggle.
“Oh no! Of course not. You see, there’s so much to say, and not a lot of time to say it, so I have to go big.”
Oh my God, Y/N thought, what if he asks me out? Jesus Christ. I hope he does. But he probably won’t. He doesn’t like me. What can this mean? Jimmy, you’re killing me! However, she sat with an expectant look on her face, trying to accurately anticipate the information.
“I was wondering...if um, if you—Oh, Christ, I’m horrible at this,” he chuckled embarrassedly with a shake of his head, a pink flush dusting his cheeks.
Oh fuck, he’s gonna do it! Y/N thought excitedly.
“Oh gosh, don’t be afraid! It’s just me! Really, what’s the worst I can say?” Y/N joked, hoping to ease his obvious nerves.
But it’s not just you, Jimmy thought, you’re so pretty and nice and smart and funny...you don’t know half of the things you do to me…
“Well, I suppose you’re right,” he said, humouring her, “The Yardbirds are leaving to go to America within the next few weeks for the Dick Clark tour, and I—I mean, uh, we, would love it if you joined us.”
Y/N’s breath rushes past her lips with a surprised, almost unbelieving gasp. They wanted her to go on tour with them?! She again had to fight the stupidly giddy smile that would find its way on her lips.
“I would love to! That is so generous of you, thank you so much! I feel like I’d cramp your style though...I wouldn’t want you lot to lose women because of me,” she laughed.
“Most of those birds are nuts anyway,” Jimmy laughed with her, “They’re too caught up in themselves to notice the other people around them. Honestly, in theory, you’d probably attract more women to us.”
“I’m that bad, huh?” Y/N smirked.
Jimmy’s face became even paler than it already was. He didn’t mean that at all.
“Oh no! That’s not what I meant at all! Sincerest apologies, Y/N, I feel terrible. You’re so beaut—”
“I’m kidding, it’s okay,” she cut him off with a lighthearted chuckle, “I know where you’re coming from.”
“Okay, good,” he sighed, relieved. Y/N smiled before an awkward silence settled over the gorgeous tea room.
“So when is this tour happening?” she asked.
“End of October.”
“Wait, shit...I’m in university right now…”
“Oh, you’re right, fuck…” Jimmy muttered, his lips pursed in a pensive line, until he almost jumped out of his seat with excitement, “Wait! I have the perfect excuse for you.”
“Really? What did you have in mind?”
Jimmy smirked. “What if...you said you were participating in a study abroad-internship-sort of program for the fall semester?”
“I’m listening,” she said with a light giggle.
“Say that ‘it’s an opportunity to explore the depths of the cultural renaissance that is the British blues scene, which has indefinitely flourished over the past few years, as well as utilizing communication and leadership skills in a practical environment.’”
Y/N raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Oh, that’s good,” she nodded her head, “that’s really good. I love that.”
“Then all you need is for myself and Simon Napier-Bell to sign off on it, as well as your dean, and you’re good to go.”
“That’s genius, Jimmy!”
“Why, thank you Miss Y/N,” he said with a joking courtly bow.
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Y/N, with much pushback from the dean at her university, was able to acquire course credit for going on tour with the Yardbirds. Simon Napier-Bell, as well as other members of the Yardbirds administration, had to come into the dean’s office to fight in Y/N’s favour. All she had to do was take photographs and write a paper on it for the end of the semester.
Not too bad.
The week preceding the beginning of the tour, Y/N was so full of nervous excitement that she could barely sleep. By the time her brother dropped her off at Heathrow airport, people had taken notice of the dark circles that hung around her tired eyes.
“Y/N, you look like hell,” Jeff exclaimed as Y/N got out of the passenger seat of Tommy’s car.
“Thanks,” she deadpanned as she shut the car door, walking to the back to grab her luggage.
“My God, you have to pull yourself together,” he added as he walked with Y/N, “you look like a raccoon.”
“He doesn’t mean that,” Chris called hopefully.
“Well, I’ll sleep enough when I’m dead,” Y/N smiled as she walked over to the group at the sidewalk with her suitcase, “and I guess you’ll have to play ‘Rocky Raccoon’ to serenade me then.”
“If Y/N did, in fact, have to ‘pull herself together,’ she wouldn’t be wearing a floral dress and a jumper to an airport,” Jim said.
“Thank you Jim,” Y/N smiled, “but I do look like hell though. He’s not wrong. I’m really tired.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Why’s that?”
“I didn’t sleep this entire week,” she chuckled, “My excitement for this day got the better of me.”
“Why don’t you take a nap on the plane then, love?” Jimmy asked, “You can get sick from lack of sleep, and we can’t have you sick when we’re abroad.”
“I brought my melatonin just for sleeping on the plane,” she smiled, “and I just took a shower too, so I’m ready to go to bed.”
“Lads, we have to go now. The security line is already awful,” Simon called as he rallied the boys and Y/N together to enter the airport.
Everyone obliged, groggily entering the airport as the road crew pushed heavy baggage carts of encased instruments, monitors, and other electronics behind them. The security line was dreadfully long, but they made it through and boarded the plane with little time to spare.
As Y/N was walking on the tarmac to board the plane, Jimmy caught up to her.
“Where are you sitting? What does your boarding pass say?” he asked, out of breath from running.
“I’m in 10C,” she laughed at his disheveled state, “what about you?”
“10B.”
“Oh, looks like we’re sitting together then,” Y/N smiled.
The two entered the plane and once they got to their seats, Jimmy realized that he had the window seat.
“Uh, Y/N?” he asked, shifting his weight between his feet anxiously.
“Mmhmm?”
“Do you mind if we switch seats and you take the window seat?” he inquired, a sheepish countenance flooding his face.
“Oh no, I don’t mind at all,” she smiled as she sat down in Jimmy’s original seat, “Why do you ask? I think the window seat is so cool.”
“You see, I’m afraid of heights,” he explained as he sat down in the aisle seat, “not to be dramatic, but all the air travel has me fearing for my life.”
“Oh, I see. That’s valid,” she understood, “Planes can be uncertain.”
The two engaged in quiet conversation before the plane engine started with a roar, and the aircraft started to make its way down the runway. Once the speed accelerated and the wheels rumbled, a telltale sign that the plane would be leaving the ground any minute, Y/N noticed how Jimmy’s leg started bobbing up and down uncontrollably.
Hoping to sooth his worries, she intertwined her fingers with his as the plane ascended, sending him a gentle, comforting grin. Jimmy squeezed her hand to reassure her that what she was doing was helping. His spirits were automatically lifted, and his entire body felt bubbly as heat invaded his cheeks.
About a half hour into the flight, Y/N’s eyes were starting to droop, but she was desperately trying to fight off the sleep. She had to stay awake and not look stupid sleeping in front of Jimmy.
Jimmy took notice of her drowsiness, seeing her lightly dozing against the window, as he put a fragile hand on her shoulder. The girl woke up with a deep inhale, lightly grinning at him as if she weren’t just asleep.
“Y/N love, why don’t you take a melatonin now and try to get some sleep?”
“Yeah, you’re right,” she admitted self-consciously, “I have to give into it now.”
She took the melatonin with a few sips of the water one of the stewardesses had given to her.
“Put your head on my shoulder so you don’t wake up with a sore neck from the window,” Jimmy coaxed gently.
“Thank you,” she said with a stretch, placing her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes, “‘night.”
“Sweet dreams,” he laughed.
Next to Jimmy, the soft motion of the plane lulls Y/N closer and closer to sleep. Head on his shoulder, inhaling the scent of his aftershave, and something that was so uniquely him, Y/N slept the best she had in weeks.
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PLEASE I AM SCREAMING OVER THSI INTERACTION
This doesn’t come naturally to you. It’s not for you.
Lea just shrugs, watching you. “I think it will get easier,” he says thoughtfully.
You turn to look at him again. You wonder what exactly it is.
“Really? Even after Keld?” you ask, remembering what you said to him.
Lea takes a moment to respond. “Yes.”
You look away again, into the fire, clenching your jaw. Did you just apologize? You’re not sure. But that one word, Yes. He forgives you.
You don’t say anything else. You don’t think you can, your heart pounding in your throat, this feeling… you don’t want to think about. You can’t think about it.
LIKE I HAVE WORK TO DO AND ESSAYS TO WRITE BUT I'M REPLAYING UR GAME BC IT'S MY COMFORT GAME IDK WHY BC IT MOSTLY BRINGS ME PAIN BUT LIKE !!!! THIS INTERACTION THIS IS WHAT I LIVE FOR THANK U FOR WRITING THIS GAME AND SHARING IT WITH US
(also fair warning u might get more spam asks of me screaming so like u have that to look forward to <3)
i was going to compile all ur messages but i can't fit them together (i'm on a new laptop and am technologically impaired atm) LOL but just know they all made my morning waking up to this and i'm going to hoard them in my inbox 💖 !!! also funny seeing some of this writing because i haven't looked at some of the scenes in the prologue in months 🙈 i'm like who wrote that....
thank you these messages were so cute 💕
sorry for distracting u from your essays tho....
#im being nerfed i have to go to the fucking. emoji wiki to copy and paste my emojis now :/#i can't communicate without them#thank u again like i said this made me morning!!!!!#me morning....my morning#ask#serialghost
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Prison - Massimo x Reader
Massimo x reader/you ficlet, SMUT WARNING. Orgasm denial? Slight Edging. Curse words.
Words: 2,666. Translations done via Google, sorry if they’re incorrect.
Feedback welcomed! Also requests? It’s sort of a bigger plot/universe I have in my mind but so far this is the only thing I’ve written.
“Massimo got arrested.”
“He what?”
Domenico flinched at your shriek, raising a hand discreetly to his ear as you continued shouting in a high pitch voice - “Why? How? Why?”
“Don’t worry, signorina, it’s just formalities. You know we own the police in this town. He’ll be out within the hour. He’s probably got his feet up sipping an espresso. Don’t worry.” He added before leaving you in the library. But you couldn’t help but worry - yes, he owned the police but that didn’t make you feel any better. You sat in the library, your phone on the table in front of you checking it every 3 minutes for a call or text from Massimo to let you know he had been released. The hour passed excruciatingly - the hour in which Domenico had promised you your lover would be released.
You found Domenico in the kitchen - as always - chopping an apple with a large knife that looked more suited for cutting people, not fruit.
“Any news?” You asked quickly.
“He’s fine.”
“That’s it? He’s fine? Where is he? Is he on his way back? Is he coming back?”
Domenico gave a small smile. The situation with you and Massimo was one forced upon both of you, and there had been more than one occasion when the young Italian had witnessed you revealing how much you cared for each other.
“He’s fine.”
You screamed in frustration and returned to the library. It’s solid wood paneled bookcases made you feel safe when Massimo wasn’t at home. Plus, it had an entire glass wall overlooking a small courtyard garden that calmed you.
Hours ticked by, you skipped dinner, watching the sunset from the comfort of the library. Your ears were trained on the front door for when Massimo returned. Sadly, you couldn't keep your eyes open and dozed off in one of the plush vintage arm chairs.
Distant voice chatter woke you up. Rubbing your eyes and face to wake up you headed to the hallway, then followed the sounds to the living room.
“Massimo!” you called, gaining his attention. “Are you alright? When did they let you leave?” As you stepped closer to him you took in his wrinkled white shirt and messy hair. And then you smelt whisky. “Have you been drinking?”
“How is that your business?” He replied, undoing the buttons on his cuffs to roll up his sleeves.
“You’re my business!” You told him. He raised an eyebrow at you. “Did you go to a club? You get let out of prison and you go to a fucking club, wihout telling me?”
“Ti ha aspettato.” Domenico felt the need to interject before Massimo said something he may regret later.
She waited for you.
Massimo gave a nod of his head and Domenico left.
“I was worried about you,” you confessed.
Massimo smirked. Then chuckled. “Worried?” he gave a soft laugh shaking his head. It was comical to think he’d been in any kind of danger. He owned the police for Christ’s sake. What were they going to do? It was just formalities and paperwork bullshit.
You bit your lip and turned away swallowing the lump formed in your throat. You told him you were worried and he laughed at you. Well, fuck him. You were not a violent person, but you saw a ball shaped ornament on the mantelpiece, which fit in your hand perfectly when you picked it up. As you launched it across the room at the opposite wall it shattered into tiny pieces. Massimo didn’t look too impressed, but he wasn’t angry either. He finished pouring himself a drink and took a sip.
“You're feisty tonight, huh? Got some Italian in you, maybe?” He waggled his finger at you, approaching you slowly. “Do you want some Italian in you now, Princessa?” he palmed himself through his trousers, sucking his lower lip between his teeth as he looked you up and down and desire spread over his face.
You froze to the spot, briefly wondering how he could find you attractive right now in a wrinkled top and leggings, makeup smudged no doubt from your nap earlier in the library. The anger still burned within you, something you’d felt before but not this intense. Turning back to the mantelpiece you grabbed another ornament, but didn’t even have time to turn around before Massimo's chest was at your back easily reaching his arm around you and putting the ornament back.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he chided, “I let the first one slide, but no more. You wanna be a brat? Fine. But you get treated like one.” His hand grabbed your jaw, the other sliding around your waist and into the waistband of your leggings.
“I-” you started to say something but then his warm hand cupped you and you lost all train of thought. He teased your clit with his thumb, pressed a finger tip to your entrance, then retreated. He nibbled on your neck with his teeth, biting your shoulder.
“I thought you weren’t coming back.” You choked out. He stopped.
“What?” He asked, whirling you around looking down at you. You repeated what you had said, only realising the tears had escaped your eyes when his thumbs wiped them from your cheeks.
“Babygirl,” he whispered. “You don’t need to worry about me, hm? I will always return to you. To this.” He cupped you again before picking you up, mouth placing wet kisses on your neck as he walked you both to the sofa. He sat down with you straddling him, removing your top and bra as you ground your hips into his, feeling his cock grow underneath you. You kissed him deeply, his mouth covering yours, hand on your jaw and the other on your back. You pulled away to undo his belt buckle, he helped you by taking it off as you unzipped him and palmed him through his boxers. It wasn’t enough, you needed more. Reaching into the waistband you took him in your hand, the familiar velvet skin feeling comforting in your hand. You sighed in pleasure as his mouth latched around a nipple, tongue twirling and flicking, teeth nipping at the sensitive bud. He flipped you to your back on the sofa, pulling your leggings and underwear off in one go.
He sat on his knees between your legs, taking his shirt off.
“What you did, earlier? You need to pay for that,” he told you, taking his belt in his hand. Your eyes widened. He’d spanked you a few times but only with his hand; you weren’t too sure how you felt about the belt being used. You went to sit up, but as the cool Italian leather of the belt fell against your chest you stilled, and closed your eyes as Massimo dragged it lightly down your breasts, ribs, stomach. As it reached between your legs your hips bucked towards it, the feeling of the leather on your pussy was new but felt so good. You looked up to Massimo as he pressed the leather to you, watching your hips grind against it for the friction you craved. The dark brown leather was getting wet from your juices.
“You gonna come for me?”
“Yes!”
“You think you deserve to?” He pulled the belt from you, discarding it somewhere on the floor. Your hazy mind started to refocus, saw him stand up to remove his suit trousers and boxers. You turned your head to him as he knelt one knee on the sofa teasing his head against your lips. You opened your mouth for more but he only continued to tease you, running his tip around your lips, sliding the length on your cheek. You managed to gently suck one of his balls, hand going between your thighs to find your clit.
“No, I told you you need to pay. So you will,” he told you, grabbing your hand in his and moving it to his dick. You took the head in your mouth sucking lightly, moaning at the familiar taste of him. He was teasing you like never before, but in teasing you he was also denying himself. Usually his entire length would be in your mouth and down your throat by now, hands fisted in your hair. Each time you tried to find your clit he stopped you. You pressed your legs together, finding friction.
Massimo made a fist and placed it between your thighs so you couldn’t squish them together. His knuckles pressed at your entrance, getting slicker with your juice. You moaned in frustration, trying to take more of him but he kept your head still.
He pulled out your mouth completely, moving forward so just his balls were in your mouth. You sucked on each of them like you knew he liked. There was no way he was going to keep this up for much longer. You looked up to him, finding his eyes dark with desire pinned to you, restraint evident as the tendons on his neck stood out. Oh yes, he was punishing you, but also himself.
He took a step back, removing his hand and balls in an instant, panting heavily, chest heaving. You sat upright on the sofa making sure to spread your legs so he could see how wet your pussy was.
He took your wrist and pulled you up, leading you across the cool marble floor down the hall and to the library. You held your arm over your breasts as you reminded him that Domenico, Mario or anyone could be walking down the hall at any second.
“Then hurry,” was his reply, pulling you by the wrist. He slammed the door after you, the room dark apart from a desk lamp you’d left on. “This is where you were? Waiting for me?” He pointed to the armchair you’d dozed in, and you marveled at his ass as he walked to it sitting down, legs spread as your eyes focused on his cock. Erect and red and angry looking.
“Well, now I’m waiting for you.”
You didn’t know too much about Massimo, and your relationship (whatever that was) was not one based on emotions. You struggled to reveal yours, and Massimo didn’t apparently have any. He just had a stoic, albeit insanely handsome look on his face all the time. But, the fact that he brought you here, and was now indeed waiting for you, almost felt like an apology? Or a thank you?
You walked to him quickly and straddled him, his large hands on your back as you kissed him passionately, lips, tongues and teeth. You felt his length on your stomach, rolled your hips to his.
“Don’t leave me.” You breathed into his mouth, reaching between you to grip the base of his cock as you inched him inside of you. That wonderful stretching feeling began, your pussy clenching around him.
“I would never,” he assured you, gripping your hair to make you look at him. Despite his fingers in your hair and pressing into your hips that would leave bruises the day after, you rode him soft and slow. Grinding your hips slowly down on his, leaning back to rest your hands on his strong thighs as you rotated your hips. He, for once, let you do all the work, but you knew that didn’t mean you were in control.
“I’m gonna come,” you breathed, cupping your breast. He grabbed your waist and pulled you up, pulling out with a squelch. You growled in your throat, about to punch him as he picked you up again.
“There.” He growled back at you walking you to a large table, which he placed you on, taking your ankles and placing them on his shoulders. He slid back into you as you gripped the edge of the table. He held your legs, kissing your calves as he slammed into you. You were on the verge of coming but didn’t want to say in case he stopped again.
“You think you deserve to come?” he asked, feeling your pussy clench around him even though he’d stopped.
“Yes!” you cried, on the verge of tears. “Fuck please Massimo, please,” you whined.
He leant over you, your legs bending back towards your chest. “So do I.” He kissed you hard, slamming back into you and didn’t relent or edge you this time. The sounds your bodies were making would normally make you blush but you were too busy chasing the release you craved and didn’t care. As you came you didn’t make any sound, your legs trembled and your pussy fluttered around him, as the wave washed over your entire body. Every inch of you seemed to feel the orgasm and Massimo didn’t stop his pace.
“Stop!” You didn’t know you had said the words until they flew out your mouth. Massimo immediately stopped, and withdrew. He pressed his hands on the table and lifted himself up above you, giving you space.
“What’s wrong?” his eyes sought yours, filled with concern.
“Too much,” you mumbled, blinking your eyes to focus on him. Your leg was still trembling, the feeling so intense and unfamiliar it startled you.
“What can I do?” Massimo asked, and for the first time since his Father died, he felt hopeless, unsure.
“Hold me,” you reached out a shaky hand to him. Massimo took your hand, kissed your palm gently, and brough to back to a sitting position, cradling you against his chest.
“Like this?” He asked, kissing the top of your hair and stroking your back gently when you nodded. As your breathing steadied Massimo felt calmer too. He knew what to do now - hold you gently and whisper sweet things in his native tongue to get you to relax. He didn’t move until you did, pulling back slightly to look up at him, with an almost sheepish look on your face.
“Intense, si?” He asked with a smirk. The main thing was you were alright, but he would sure as hell gloat about this tomorrow.
You nodded, leaning forward to kiss his chest, realising he was still half-hard. And then you knew he had been right. He wasn’t a monster. All the times he told you that, you never truly believed it until now. You said stop and he did.
“I want you to finish inside me,” you told him. Your bluntness stunned him for a second, as he kissed you passionately again, and you felt him stir against your thigh. You leant back down on the table, gripping the edge, ready to get slammed into again, but it wasn’t like that.
Massimo guided himself into you slowly, balls deep. When he didn’t move you did, rotating your hips off the polished desk. He took hold of your ankles, feet placed firmly on the edge of the desk, kissed your knees and inside your thighs as he rocked gently back and forth.
“Oh jesus!” You called, feeling the familiar pool of an orgasm in your very being start to emerge again.
“Stay with me, belissima,” he hummed against your leg. You reached between your legs to find your clit and came hard around him, cursing over and over, toes curling as you heard Massimo’s grunts and felt a warmth spreading within that told you he had come inside you as you asked.
“Fuck!” Masismo cursed, pulling out and stepping back, watching as his cum slowly seeped out between your thighs. He raked a hand through his hair, then across his face to wipe some of the sweat away. He chuckled softly as he watched more of him escape you. He pressed a fingertip gently to your lower lips, smearing himself around your slightly red pussy. You flexed your muscles, knowing how much he liked to see his cum drip out of you. You sat upright, then stood up from the table on fairly shaky legs, feeling him drip down your thigh, as he held you to him.
“I will always return to you, babygirl.”
#365 dni#365 days netflix#massimo toricelli x reader#massimo torricelli#michele morrone#massimo toricelli fic
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Life of Lea Volume 2 Chapter 5: Here Comes Vendetta
After a few hours of waiting, the high tide eventually went away and the coast was clear for the group to continue their journey back to the Aamodt Castle.
“Finally it’s over now we can continue going back to the castle,” Princess Charlotte says with a yawn.
Mom nods before she gets up to wake everyone else up. Lea slowly woke up from all the noise the others were making,” They’re so fucking loud…I’ll happily, duck tape their mouths shut” she thought to herself as she was thoroughly annoyed now.
“You ok there, princess?” Sergean asked her as he turned to look at her before getting out his comb from his bag to fix his hair.
“Peachy” Lea replied sarcastically as she was a little grouchy.
“Too loud for you?” Sergean asks as he combed his bedhead.
“Damn right” Lea mutters to him as she turns to her other side to get her brush out too before sitting up.
“Ah ok,” Sergean says as he gently pets her head.
“Your petting is not helping…” Lea mutters again before giving him a slight grouchy glare.
“Sorry about that, princess” Sergean exclaims as he removed his hand from her head.
“It’s fine, Sergean” Lea replied as she stretches her back and arms before stretching her tail a bit.
“Let’s get going,” Mom says as she had her stuff all put away into her bag first as she was the first to get ready.
Everyone then gets their stuff and journeys back to the castle.
“Are you ready to see your family, Princess Charlotte?” Snowball asked her.
“Yes I’m ready to see them, I just hope I didn’t make them worry too much,” Princess Charlotte replied with a smile.
“That’s true though your mom might give you a tight hug,” Snowball says with a giggle.
“I wouldn’t mind that though my dad might overdo it” Princess Charlotte replied with a bit of a laugh.
“That’s ok it’s how he shows you his love for you,” Snowball says as Rocky strokes her hair.
“That’s true,” Princess Charlotte replied before they started making their way back to the Aamodt Castle.
Lea nods as she puts her music on to listen to on the way as usual. After 2 hours, they soon arrive back at the Aamodt castle after Princess Charlotte them in as she still had her house key on her. Once they got to the main hall, the King and Queen immediately hugged Princess Charlotte tightly.
“I’m so glad that you're ok, we were so worried about you,” Queen Charlotte said as she was a sobbing mess.
“I’m sorry that I made you worry so but I can’t breathe, dad is squeezing me too much” Princess Charlie replied.
“Sorry about that baby I just missed you so much,” King Chuck says as he loosens his grip on her.
“It’s ok Dad I missed you all so much too” Princess Charlotte replied with a soft smile.
Prince Kevin, Prince Robert, and Princess Mary come into the room and immediately hug Princess Charlotte.
“Too tight you guys” Princess Charlotte complains awkwardly.
Her siblings then let go of her but got quiet as they noticed the bandages on her arms a little bit.
“This calls for a celebration!” King Chuck announces with loud enthusiasm.
The servants then move and get things prepared for it as they were also very happy for the safe return of Princess Charlotte.
“We will have all of your favorites of course, just for our baby girl,” King Chuck says with a bright smile.
“Sounds delicious, dad” Princess Charlotte replied with a smile as her stomach growled.
“I guess you didn’t eat enough on the way here,” King Chuck says with a worried look.
“Well I had to make sure that little Snowball got her to fill with food first, plus I wanted to make sure she grows up strong” Princess Charlotte replied.
“Well if you put it like that I’m sure that her dad appreciates it” King Chuck exclaims proudly.
“Oh I do, I’m sure that would make her mom happy” Rocky replied politely.
“Oh, will her mother be coming to the dimension?” Queen Charlotte asked curiously as she noticed the absence of Snowball’s mom.
“Oh well…” Rocky mutters awkwardly as he looks away and tries not to cry.
“Mama is busy being the Queen of the angels” Snowball implies with an innocent smile.
“Oh…I see you must be very proud of your mama then” Queen Charlotte replied softly as she read the room with their expressions.
“Very proud” Snowball exclaims with a small smile.
“We will call for you when everything is ready,” King Chuck says.
Everyone nods and goes to their rooms. “I wonder who they’ll invite on short notice,” Lea thought to herself as she lay in her bed under the blankets.
Lea yawns, “ Oh well…” she mutters as she slowly falls asleep and holds onto her pink bunny.
After a few hours of sleeping, there was a knock at the door in the morning.
Lea slowly wakes up, “…Yes?” she says softly before stretching in her bed.
“It’s time to celebrate so please get ready” Prince Kevin replied with a gentle voice.
“Kay…” Lea says softly again as she gets up from bed.
“I’ll be waiting for you then,” Prince Kevin replied as he waited in the hallway.
“Kay,” Lea said as she got ready for the party.
She first brushed her hair and then put it in a ponytail and then looked for something nice to wear for the party in her bag.
“Hm…what to wear…what to wear” Lea mutters to herself.
Prince Kevin then knocks on the door, “ May I come in, Ms. Lea?” he asked.
“Yes, you may,” Lea replied as she turned to look at him.
Prince Kevin then comes into the room with a beautiful yellow gown, “I thought you might want to wear this” he exclaims as he shows her the dress.
“It’s very pretty Prince Kevin thank you” Lea replied as she wondered where she got the dress, especially in her size as well.
“I’m glad that you like it, I’ll wait for you in the hall so I can lead you to the ballroom” Prince Kevin exclaims.
“Alright cool, thank you” Lea replied before he left the room.
Lea then puts on the dress then goes to the hallway.
“Ok let’s get going” Lea exclaims softly.
Prince Kevin nods, “ Right and you look quite lovely in that dress,” he says with a tender smile.
She blinks a bit, “ Oh uh…thanks” she replied a little bit bluntly.
“Is she not going to flirt back? Or is she that oblivious?” He thought to himself as he led the way to the party.
“Hey, Ms. Lea, what's your opinion on flirting?” Prince Kevin asked her.
“Not sure guys have never flirted with me ever so I don’t have an opinion on flirting ” Lea replied bluntly.
“Oh ok,” He mutters as he was a bit dumbfounded at her response.
“So, she’s just inexperienced…that’s too bad, she’s nice,” Prince Kevin thought to himself.
“Why did you want my opinion on that?” she asked him curiously.
“Don’t know, I was just curious,” Prince Kevin replied awkwardly as he turned away to not look at her.
“Uh…ok,” Lea says, a bit confused before she started to change her clothes and fix her hair after he went back into the hallway to give her privacy.
Once they got to the ballroom, they could see how beautifully decorated it was after prepping for it for a few hours.
“Well they certainly move very quickly” Lea exclaims in astonishment.
“ Well, it is a small party so it was quite easy for them though they will get to join in so we will be the ones who clean up afterward” Prince Kevin explains.
“Oh…well that’s fair since it was last minute” Lea replied as she looked around at the decorations.
He nods in agreement as he goes to Princess Charlotte, who is resting in a chair.
“Are you ok, big sister?” Prince Kevin asked her with a concerned tone.
“Yes I’m fine, please don’t worry” Princess Charlotte replied before drinking her glass of water.
“That’s good, just wanted to make sure that is all” Prince Kevin exclaims as he sat down beside her with a smile on his face.
“Yea…ok” Princess Charlotte replied as she relaxed she didn’t want her family to continue to worry about her but she guessed it couldn’t be helped.
Lea looks around the ballroom as she looks for the food that they’ll be eating for tonight. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at all of the food before approaching the buffet.
“Do you like what you see for tonight’s party?” King Chuck asked her as he stood beside her.
“Oh yes I do, it all looks very delicious,” Lea replied as she started to drool just looking at the juicy medium rare steak.
“I agree, the food coma is indeed worthy of it,” King Chuck says with a bright smile.
“When will we be seeing the dessert?” Lea asked him curiously.
“We should be seeing it very soon, Ms. Lea,” King Chuck replied as he found her joy amusing and adorable as he reminded him of his daughters.
“Oh, is there anything I can do to help out?” Lea asked him curiously as she noticed the guests were not there yet.
“Oh well, the Queen is still deciding on what to wear so you could help with that” King Chuck replied as he stroked his beard a little bit.
“Oh, which way to her dressing room?” Lea asked as she looked around through the multiple entryways and exits.
“Down the hall to the left, you can’t miss it,” King Chuck replied as he pointed to which hall to go over to.
“Oh ok,” Lea says before going to the Queen’s dressing room.
She first knocks on the door and then waits for an answer.
“You may come in,” Queen Charlotte said softly as she brushed her long white hair.
Lea then comes into the room and looks around the dressing room curiously.
“So the King said you needed help with your outfit, I can help with going along with color coordination” Lea replied awkwardly as she didn’t know much about fashion or let alone what was in style.
“Sounds very good,” Queen Charlotte says as she shows her the outfits that were on the rack to the left side of the room.
Lea thinks for a moment then points to the red dress on the rack and the gold jewelry on the dresser.
“Oh thank goodness I got a second opinion on this but what should I do for my hair? Up or down?” Queen Charlotte asked her as she wanted to see what she was capable of coordinating-wise.
“Hm a bun would look good, do you want me to help you with it?” Lea replied.
“Oh yes please, I’d much appreciate it,” Queen Charlotte says with a smile.
“Sure but you’ll have to instruct me on how to do a bun through” Lea replied with a weary smile.
“Sure, just start with a ponytail,” Queen Charlotte says as she was comfy in her cushioned seat.
Lea nods then gets the brush on the dresser as she puts the Queen’s hair into a ponytail.
“Ok, now I’ll do the other half since it’s kinda complex to do when your first time dealing with a new hairstyle,” Queen Charlotte explains.
“Oh uh…well, I understand” Lea replied as she sat down in a nearby chair.
“So Ms. Lea please tell me about yourself,” Queen Charlotte says as she makes conversation with her.
“Like what?” Lea replied as she wasn’t expecting anyone that was royalty to want to get to know her at all.
“Anything really, perhaps about your home or what you like and dislike,” Queen Charlotte asked her as she had a feeling that someone was listening to them.
“Well there’s not much to say, I like art, anime, and books, I don’t like small confined places” Lea replied as she thought about it at the top of her head.
“Interesting don’t you think so Kevin?” Queen Charlotte says with a smirk as she finishes putting her hair into a bun.
Prince Kevin flinches and then slowly enters the room awkwardly, “Hello mother and Ms. Lea” he says embarrassed.
“Hey, Prince Kevin” Lea replied as she looked at him baffled as she didn’t notice that he had listened to their conversation or where he came from.
“Sorry, but I couldn’t help but listen,” Prince Kevin admits as he scratches behind his head.
“Oh, my oh golly gee, how very rude of you, Prince” a voice echoed in the room.
“Who said that?” Lea says confused as she looks around a bit.
“I’m not sure…” Queen Charlotte says as she messages the guards to stay on high alert on her clam phone.
“Are you ready to attend the party, mother? The guests are already arriving” Prince Kevin implies as she notices her texting on her clam phone that wasn’t completely in her pocket.
“Oh yes I’m ready, let’s get going” Queen Charlotte replied as she got up from the chair and swam over to him and Lea.
Prince Kevin glances at the both of them while they go back to the ballroom as he wonders who his mom alerted or got in contact with.
“So, she likes art, anime, and books? Very interesting indeed” Prince Kevin thought to himself with an amused smirk.
Once they got to the ballroom, Prince Kevin stayed beside Princess Charlotte at the table in the center of the dining hall. Lea looks at the food as her stomach growls a little bit.
King Chuck chuckles then heads over to her, as he whispers in her ear, “Go ahead and eat.”
Lea smiles as she swims over to the food, she gets herself a plate and starts placing a lot of shrimp on them before glancing from side to side as she puts a shrimp into her mouth.
King Chuck starts to follow her when Queen Charlotte grabs his hand.
“Royalty eats after all the guests arrive, remember, dear?” Queen Charlotte says before gently holding his hand.
“Yes, love…I remember” King Chuck replied sheepishly.
“I’ll feed you ok?” Queen Charlotte says with a flirty smile.
“Ok dear,” King Chuck replied as he blushed.
Queen Charlotte smiles and kisses his cheek leaving a pink lipstick mark on his cheek.
“Well isn’t this sweet?” a voice says abruptly as if they were making a great entrance.
Everyone stiffens as they turn to see who it is except for Alyssa, Dad, Mom, Cloud, Vanessa, Rocky, Snowball, Aunt Nancy, B.J., and Mama.
“That voice again?” Lea thought as she turned to look as well as she had a shrimp in her mouth.
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