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eddiesgorlie · 2 years ago

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hi how are you? I've long time adored Austin Butler and I guess all the red carpet appearances I'm back into my hyperfixation. Complete with a binge watch of the Carrie Diaries.

Ive read all your fics this afternoon ( I have to reblog) and I wanted to say I love your writing. Your first time Austin one was AMAZING! He's so freaken lovely. Argh no words.

Am I able to request a Sebastian Kydd fic? I was thinking similar to the show where readers dad does not like Sebastian and she defies him and secretly dates him, he's her first and maybe they get caught by her over protective dad?

Thankyou

Hi! I’m doing well, you? You are so sweet! You most definitely can request a Sebastian Kydd fic, I’m too in love with him! I love this idea, I hope you love how it turns out!

Sneaky

Sebastian Kydd x Reader

Summary: Reader and Sebastian defy her fathers wishes and have to keep their relationship a sneaky secret.

Warnings: Smut, Oral (F receiving), verbal abuse from a parent, slight mentions of blood. Let me know if I missed any!

Word count: 2,049

*Not proofread*

My dad absolutely hates my boyfriend, my first boyfriend, Sebastian Kydd, and I don’t mean like the normal hatred dads have against their daughters boyfriend. After arguments upon arguments, I decided I’m not going to dump my boyfriend of a year just because my dad doesn’t like him, its my life after all and I didn’t mind the sneaking around too much!

“How’s my girl doing today?” Sebastian asked, coming up behind me as I stood at my locker. “Better now that you’re here, I have a math test today.” I said, closing my locker and grabbing his hand as he walked me to my next class. “You’ll ace it, you spend too much time studying to fail.” He says. “You’re too nice, wish me luck. I love you.” I said as we stopped in front of my classroom. “Good luck, I love you.” He said, quickly kissing me before I walked into my class.

After one long, boring, mind numbing, depression inducing test, the bell finally rang and I was released into normal civilization. “Doesn’t it feel like we were there for years?” I sigh as we make it outside. “That I can agree on.” He laughs. We took slow steps to his car as I leaned against him. “May I formally invite you to my house to help me with this assignment and for some nice conversation?” He asks, raising his eyebrow. “I formally accept your invitation.” I said. “Well your carriage awaits, m’lady.” He said, opening the passenger door to his car and making sure I got inside comfortably before getting in himself. He turned the radio on and drove to his house with the sounds of The Cars playing.

His house was huge compared to mine, it wasn’t very inviting, always cold, like his parents. How does someone so kind come from such cold parents. “This won’t be too hard, just look at your pre calculus book and it should be pages 45-56 I think and of course I’ll help you along the way.” I said, laying next to him on his bed. “How do I get a great girlfriend and a free math tutor in one? Luckiest guy alive!” He said. “Shut up and let me cuddle you.” I said. “As you wish.” He said. He set the assignment down and held me close to his chest. “I’m just going to rest my eyes, make sure I’m awake in 5 minutes.” I said, inhaling his comforting scent. “Of course.” He said, kissing my head and stroking my back.

I opened my eyes, forcing the tiredness away and looked at my watch, 6:00. 6:00! “Sebastian! Let me up! It’s 6:00, I thought you were going to wake me up!” I said, scrambling to get out of his arms. “6:00? Its only like 4:00.” He looked at his alarm clock. “Oh shit, its 6:00.” He jumped out of bed as I got my shoes on and we both ran to his car. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I was just so comfortable and I didn’t want the moment to end. I can’t wait until we don’t have to sneak around anymore. “Its not your fault, and you can’t believe how much I want the sneaking around to stop.” I sighed. He dropped me off on the sidewalk a couple houses down from mine like I requested and I kissed him before getting out of the car. “I love you.” I said. “I love you more.” He said. I blew a kissing to him and started walking to my house.

“Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n!” My dad yelled as I walked into the front door. “Yes, dad?” I asked. “Where the hell have you been?” He asked, turning the corner to stand in front of me. “Study group ran late.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Hm, that’s funny, there was no study group tonight. You were out with that Kydd boy, weren’t you?” He asked, raising his voice. “There was study group.” I said. “I called your so called study group buddies houses and there wasn’t one tonight and funny to find out, you aren’t even part of it.” He spat. I went pale. “Your grounded and I’m putting my foot down, no seeing that boy. Now go to your room!” He yelled. I glared at him and walked up the stairs to my room.

The Next Day

I woke up and got some studying done, it was a Saturday and Sebastian and I normal met at a coffee shop, I had no way of reaching him to tell him I’m grounded since I wasn’t allowed to use the phone. I snuck down the stairs and grabbed some snack foods while dad was at work before retreating to my room again to study and nap.

My nap was cruelly interrupted when a bird kept tapping on the window, after trying to cover my head with a pillow and the sound getting louder I decided my only option was to scare it away. I got out of the warm sheets of my bed and drug my feet to the window. I pulled the curtains away to find not a bird, not even an animal, it was Sebastian, he climbed the trellis next to my window. “What are you doing here?” I shrieked as I worked to open the window. “Well, my coffee date stood me up.” He laughed once I got the window open. “I’m grounded.” I sighed once he crawled in. “Thats what I figured.” He said. I closed the window, curtains and shut the door. “Dad is at work.” I said. “Good, now I get to be with my pretty girl til he gets back.” He said, kissing me. “He should be home in two hours.” I said, sighing as he kiss my neck.

We laid down on my bed and talked about our days. “A skateboarder company, what do you t-” “I-I want to have sex with you.” I said, cutting him off. He quickly sat up and met my eyes. “Did I hear you correctly?” He asked, smiling. “Yeah, I’m ready.” I said, smiling. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel rushed.” He said. “I’m sure.” I said as I pulled his face to mine, kissing him. He crawled over top of me and deepened the kiss, his hand coming up to my breasts. “That feels so good.” I moan as he rolls my nipple between his fingers. I reached down to the hem of my oversized t-shirt and pulled it over my head, exposing my bare chest. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered against my lips. “I love you.” I said, pulling his lips into a passionate kiss. His fingertips slowly cascaded down my chest, stomach and down to my dripping core, his rough fingers quickly found my clit and stroked it through my shorts. I through my head back onto the pillow and moaned as my legs twitched. “Seb.” I moaned. “Good girl.” He said, his lips meeting my neck. “Can I take these off?” He asked, his fingers running across the waistband of my shorts. “Mhm..” I said. His fingers hooked in the waistband and pulled my shorts and panties off. He spread my legs and looked at my pussy. “You’re so wet.” He groaned. I quickly closed my legs. “Hey, you’re okay. Are you still comfortable?” He asks, his hands stroking my thighs. “Yes, I just think its unfair that you’re fully clothed.” I smirked. He laughed before pulled his shirt over his head and leaning down to meet my lips again.

My hands reached up to trace the muscles. “Cold.” He laughed, grabbing my hands. “Sorry.” I smiled. He held my hands in his, warming them up. “I love you.” He said. “I love you more.” I said, my now warm hands on his chest. He pecked me on the lips and pulled my ass to the end of my bed before spreading my legs. “Oh my God!” I yelled as his tongue licked a stripe up my pussy. He knew what he was doing. He sucked on my clit and thrusted his fingers into me. “Don’t you dare stop.” I said, my orgasm creeping up on me. “Come on, baby, cum for me.” He said, against my clit. The vibration from him talking through me over the edge. He continued as I rode my orgasm out. “Stop!” I shrieked, pushing his head away. “Is everything ok? Did I hurt you?” He asked, searching over my face. “Sensitive, just sensitive.” I laughed. “You scared me.” He said, kissing me. “Can we continue?” I asked. “Are you sure?” He asked. “Seb, I’m sure.” I said. He nodded and started undoing his belt before pulling his jeans and boxers down. He was big. I watched as he grabbed his wallet from his jeans and took a condom out of it, rolling it onto his cock. “I’ll go slow.” He said, lining up with my hole. “Thank you.” I said, grabbing his free hand.

He held my hip with the other hand and slowly pushed into me until his hips were flush with mine, I whimpered at the pain of him stretching me out, but it quickly subsided as he continued to thrust. “Are you doing ok, baby?” He asked. “Perfect.” I said, smiling. “Good, good girl.” He said, resting his forehead against mine. He reached down and started stroking my clit, my legs wrapped around his back and I pushed my legs into him, pushing him farther into me. “You feel so good.” I moaned as he rubbed against my G-spot. I clenched around him as he made faster circles over my clit. “I’m close.” He moaned. “Me too.” I said. I felt him twitch inside me as he came, throwing me over the edge. “Good girl.” He said, thrusting through our orgasms. He slowly pulled out and walked to the connecting bathroom to my room, I heard the faucet turn on and he quickly returned with a damp washcloth. I watched as he cleaned up between my legs, a small amount of blood on the cloth. “Am I bleeding?” I asked, frantically. “Its ok, its ok. Thats normal.” He said, stroking my hand. “Oh, ok.” I said taking a deep breath. He lifted the blanket and laid in bed next to me, pulling me into his chest. “I love you so much.” He said, stroking me hair. “I love you more.” I said.

“Do I have to leave soon?” He asked, obviously hesitant to ask. “He won’t be home for at least another hour.” I said sleepily. “Ok.” He whispered and kissed the top of my head.

I woke up to the sound of my bedroom door being thrown open, Sebastian frantically pulled the blanket over me to make sure I was completely covered. “What the fuck is this!” My dad yelled. “I leave to go to work and I come home to find my whore of a daughter in bed with the boy I forbid you from seeing!” He yelled. “Don’t talk to her like that.” Sebastian said. “Both of you, get decent and come downstairs.” Dad said as he slammed the door. I curled into him and cried into his chest. “Don’t cry, I’m getting you out of here.” Sebastian said. My eyes met his, confused. He pulled me out of bed and he quickly got dressed, handing me my clothes. I pulled them on quickly. “Grab a bag, do you have a duffle?” He asked. “Yeah I do.” I said, going to my closet to grab it. “Just fill it with necessity’s.” He said. We put on our shoes after I filled the bag and we made our way down the steps.

Dad was in the living room, his eyes full of anger. “Goodbye.” I said. “Goodbye? No, come sit here, we are discussing this.” He said. “No we are not, I’m turning 18 in a month, I’m leaving.” I said. Sebastian pulled the door open and we walked to his car. “He’ll leave you! Don’t think you can run back to me when he does!” He yelled and I slammed the car door.

“You ok?” He asked, grabbing my hand as he drove. “I’m excited for our future.” I said, kissing his hand. “Me too.” He said.

Sorry, this was kind of an odd way to end this but I wasn’t sure where to go next!

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works-of-fanfiction · 4 years ago

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“He’s the Best.” - 90s!Graham Coxon x Reader

Summary: Graham struggles with his self-esteem within the band and the reader tries to cheer him up.

Requested by: Anon. I hope you like this <3

Warnings: Swearing (literally once).

Word Count: 3.3k - a bit of a longer oneshot from me! I didn’t mean for it to be this long.

A/N: I’ve been writing this and putting it off for days because I just don’t know if I like it, but I don’t want to restart it. Argh… I hope someone enjoys this cheese fest.

* Gif credits to the linked creator

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No one in this life is born ‘better’ than anybody else. It’s not a competition or a game of comparison. Every single human on this planet has their own unique qualities that make them interesting and most importantly, worthy. However, humans sadly aren’t wired to see those qualities in themselves. They spend the majority of their lives obsessing over others; wondering if they’re as talented as the next man, or if they’ll ever look as good as whatshername. Sometimes, it gets to a point where even the deepest of friendships can become strained due to one or more parties comparing themselves to another’s achievements.

And seeing Graham go through exactly that, has been killing me. There was a time when everything Graham and Damon did together, was truly that - together. Every single melody, riff, lyric - it was theirs. Neither one did more work than the other, neither was more musically talented. They were both kids crammed inside a Portakabin with their very first instruments, strumming and plucking and making probably rather bothersome noise. They had no idea what was to become of their lunchtime jam sessions and after school practices. Both were just excited to have a friend that liked the same things as them, and enjoyed the noise the other was making.

But Graham has since become a shadow of who he once was around Damon - he’s become Damon’s shadow. Or so he thinks.

Being in a band with a boisterous frontman like Damon was bound to become hard work for the other members at one point or another, but I never thought it would affect Graham like this. It’s getting harder to communicate with him, and I know it’s not his fault but I’m running out of things to say to fill the silences. There’s only so many times I can ask if he wants a cup of tea, or tell him about the encounter I had at the bus stop earlier that day. I’m sick of hearing my own voice, so I can’t imagine how he must feel. The silence seems to be the only thing he wants; he doesn’t write anymore, he hardly plays guitar outside of work commitments, and he hasn’t picked up his sketchbook in weeks. He just seems to stare at the TV or sit on the sofa with his head buried in a book that’s stuck on the first chapter. I watched him the other day and in forty-five minutes, he turned the page once. I bet if I asked him about the story he wouldn’t be able to recall a single character’s name, never mind the plot.

Watching him struggle with his self-esteem is crushing, and I don’t want him to live another second feeling the way he does. I know it may take a while for him to find himself again, but if I can do anything to help move things along, it’s worth a try. I’d drop everything for Graham in a heartbeat.

“I dropped those music stands off today. Did you get them?” Dave asks, his voice a little crackly on the other end of the phone.

“I did, thank you!” I chime, balancing the phone between my shoulder and ear as I assemble the very same stands.

“Oh, good. I was a little worried about leaving them outside. I thought somebody would take them… What do you need them for anyway?”

“That’s something for me to know and you to find out, Dave.” I laugh, tightening one last knob on the second stand and straightening it out. I stand back and admire my handy work, smiling at the prospect of what they are to become.

“Alright, alright. Well, I hope they come in handy! I’ll see you later.”

“Thanks again. See you next week!”

We both hang up and I grab the stands, climbing up the stairs and into the spare room, placing them in their desired places. Grabbing two pieces of sheet music, I slot them onto the stands neatly and adjust them until they’re perfect. With one last thing to check, I turn on the projector I borrowed from an old university friend and let the film play out on the blank wall opposite. I mess with the sound a little, making sure it’s loud enough before rewinding the footage to the beginning and turning it off until later.

Standing in the middle of the room, I turn around and admire everything on the walls. Everything from lyrics to old album art concepts, to still life paintings from Graham’s time at Goldsmith’s. Beside the music stands, there’s crates filled with records, decorated with lyrics scribbled onto scraps of paper, some in Graham’s handwriting and others in mine. I of course, couldn’t resist writing them out in various colours and covering them in star-shaped stickers. The finishing touch is a large beanbag against the wall for us to sit and watch the projector from. I fluff up the beanbag for the thousandth time before heading downstairs to wait for Graham to get back.

It takes around two hours for Graham to arrive home. As soon as I hear his taxi pull up outside, I jump up from the sofa and head into the kitchen to flick the kettle on. Nerves bubble through me as I anticipate his entry. It’s impossible to predict how Graham’s going to be feeling on any given day. He could come through the door and speak to me as normal, or he could disappear into his studio until he’s tired enough to head to bed. Through the rumbling of the kettle I listen out for the door, fingers impatiently tapping on the counter as my gaze fixates on a magpie outside, shakily balancing on the washing line. A second joins it and I smile, muscle memory taking over as I pour the boiled water into two cups, not taking my eyes off of the birds.

“Hi.” Graham’s voice peeps behind me. Putting the kettle down, I turn around with a warm smile on my face. Despite everything Graham has been going through, seeing him come through that door every day is still my favourite sight. Having him come home to me will simply never get old. I don’t know what I’ll do when he has to go out on tour again in a few months.

“Hey.” I breathe, the sides of my face already beginning to feel sore from the ridiculous grin stuck on it. He smiles back, the expression not quite reaching his eyes but I know he means well. He’s trying. “You go and sit down. I’ll bring these in.” I gesture to the brewing teas on the counter and he nods, hanging his bag on the nearest kitchen chair and leaving the room without another word. I finish the drinks as quickly as possible, grabbing the stack of takeaway menus from the junk drawer and bringing them with me, the pieces of paper clamped between my teeth as I concentrate on carrying the two steaming hot cups in my hands.

Setting the cups down on the coffee table, I toss the menus onto the sofa next to where Graham is very aggressively, trying to pull his Docs off. “Need a little help?” I ask, laughing as I kneel down and bat his hands out of the way. “It would help if you untied them.”

“It’s easier to leave them tied.”

“Oh, really?” I scoff, gesturing to his feet still stuck in the cherry red boots. The laces are a complete mess with three bulky knots in them. I sit down cross-legged on the carpet, carefully plucking and unravelling each knot whilst Graham buries his head in the takeaway menus. “How do you even - “ I struggle, pulling at the frayed shoelace whilst trying not to damage it further, “- get these things on?” With one last tug, the first lace loosens and I’m able to slide the boot off with ease. Graham’s face pops out from behind the menu, a side-smile plastered onto his lips and a cheeky glint in his eyes. I know he wants to laugh.

“Shall we get Indian tonight?” He changes the subject, flipping over the tatty piece of bright orange paper as he squints at the options. He always orders the same thing, yet still insists on reading the whole menu front to back. He does it for every restaurant.

“Indian sounds good.” I nod, pulling the second boot off and shoving them to the side. “I’ll call them now.” Jumping up to grab the phone, I type the number in from memory and hold it up to my ear.

“What’s the rush?” Graham mouths and I hush him when somebody answers. I order the usual along with some extras and give them our address, despite them not even really needing it anymore. The phone call is no longer than a minute and Graham sits staring at me, nose scrunched in confusion. “Are you going to tell me what’s going - “

“Follow me.” I blurt out, stretching my arm towards him and rising onto my tiptoes out of excitement. He stands slowly, shrugging off his jacket and leaving it on the sofa. “I was going to wait until we’d had our food, but I have to show you now.”

“Show me what?” He asks as I grab his wrist and drag him up the stairs. We squeeze up the narrow staircase, almost tripping each other over a couple times until we stop on the landing, feet overlapping one another’s on the small square of carpet.

“I know you haven’t really been yourself lately.” I start, my fingers slipping from Graham’s wrist to entwine with his. He looks down, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. His eyes watch our hands as I lightly stroke the back of his thumb in an attempt to relax him. He has a habit of tensing up whenever I broach the subject. “So I wanted to remind you just how great you are.”

I watch his face intently, the corners of his mouth twitching and trying to smile. With my free hand, I open the door and flick the light on, pulling Graham into the room with me. His hand slips from my grasp and I back up to stand against the wall, watching as he takes in the room around him and everything in it.

He walks to the music stands first, fingers tracing the notes on the pages, flipping them over then back again. He walks towards the canvas on the back wall - a woodland painting he’d won a prize for back in college - running his hand over the textured patch of paint that forms the trees. I nervously bite the back of my thumb as he kneels down to sift through the records in the large black case below, flicking through every Blur album and single released to this day. My favourite lyrics are scattered on sheets of paper all over the ground, and he picks up the second verse from Coffee & TV. “You’ve always loved this one.” He says, turning to me and smiling.

“I happen to really like the guy who sings it.”

“He must be pretty good then.”

“Oh, he’s the best.” Resting my foot against the wall, I kick my body forward and stand straight, joining Graham beside the projector.

“What’s this for?” He asks, hands hovering near the buttons but not daring to touch anything. I take his hands in mine and give them a loving squeeze.

“Sit down and I’ll show you.” I chirp and he sinks down onto the beanbag. I mess with the projector until the sound starts to creep in, stretching over to switch off the light. Graham shuffles to the side to make some room for me on the beanbag and I flop down beside him, nestling into his side.

The image from the projector is surprisingly clear against the wall, although could’ve been improved had I borrowed a screen from somewhere. A variety of different clips play out in front of us, ranging from Graham performing onstage to snippets of his band members talking and praising their guitarist. I try my hardest to focus on the film in front of me, but I can’t help glancing over at Graham to see his reactions. His brows are furrowed, but not necessarily in a bad way - he’s focused, fully concentrating on everything he’s seeing and hearing.

I fidget with my hands, twiddling my thumbs and quietly cracking my knuckles. Graham notices this and grabs my left hand, squeezing it tightly and bringing it over to rest in his lap. Laying my head on his shoulder, I press a kiss onto his sleeve, rubbing my head against him and breathing in his familiar scent. He lays his head on top of mine, but never looks away from the video playing on the wall. Absentmindedly, his fingertips dance on the back of my hand, the drumming following the beat of Song 2 as it plays from the projector. I too can’t help bopping along to the beat, my foot tapping softly on the carpet.

The video closes with one final clip, a message I recorded for Graham. Too embarrassed to watch myself, my focus stays on him as I squeeze his hand a little tighter and snuggle up as close as possible. The picture begins to fade and the sound plays out until there’s no footage left, and the whirring of the projector becomes background noise in the room. Graham doesn’t say anything at first, but as I try to stand to turn the projector off, he pulls me back down onto the beanbag and rotates his body to face mine.

“Hey.” I whisper, my right hand supporting his cheek as he leans into me, his eyes closed and lips pressed into a line. Our bodies slot into one another’s on the beanbag, the very little space between us growing warmer by the second.

Graham releases a deep breath, his eyes slowly opening again with a small smile spreading across his face. It’s hard to see him properly in the dimly lit room, but I could never mistake those big brown eyes staring at me. “I can’t believe you did all of this for me.” He says, his voice low as he leans in close to speak like we’re the only two people who matter inside a crowded room.

“I wanted to show you how incredible you are. You’ve been so hard on yourself and I just - “ As I speak, tears start to well up in my eyes and I look up to the ceiling to try and stop them from falling. I’d already told myself earlier that I wouldn’t cry, because I don’t want Graham to think he’s upset me. I press at my eyes lightly with my fingertips in an attempt to push the tears away. “I can’t stand seeing you this way because you don’t deserve to feel like this. If it wasn’t for you, Blur wouldn’t exist! Everything you’ve all achieved wouldn’t have happened.” My voice begins to shake and I feel Graham’s hand on my arm, rubbing it gently to try and calm me down.

“Y/N.” He starts, before reaching up to turn on the light. It takes a second for my eyes to adjust, before my gaze falls to the ground to avoid his. If I look at him properly, I know I’ll start bawling. “Look at me. Please.”

“I can’t. I can’t because I’ll cry, and then you’ll get upset and I don’t want to make you feel any worse than wha - “

“You won’t upset me. Y/N, I’m sorry I’ve - “

“No, Graham. Don’t apologise.” I grip onto his shirt tightly, my fingers tangling in the fabric. Graham bows his head and nudges it against mine, edging closer until he pushes my head up with his and our noses are almost touching. We both open our eyes, our faces too close that my vision is distorted and I’m seeing double. I pull back, sniffling once and dabbing at my eyes again, still not allowing any tears to actually emerge.

“I’m sorry,“ he starts and I sigh at his words, but he hushes me by holding his finger up to my face, “for putting you through this. I was so caught up in my own head that I didn’t realise how it was making you feel.”

“Graham, this isn’t about me.”

“But it affects you. Bloody hell, if I had to live with this miserable twat - “ he points to himself and I scoff, slapping the back of his hand playfully. “ - I’d have given up by now.”

“I would never give up on you.” My voice is barely above a whisper, the lump in my throat making it difficult to speak. Graham goes silent again, staring down at our joined hands and moving his thumbs around. I nudge his head with mine in the same way he did previously and he sniffles, his chest rising and immediately falling again. “Graham?” I bring my hand to his chin and push his face up to find his eyes watery, and cheeks significantly more red compared to a moment ago.

“God, look at me. What the hell are you still doing with me, ay? I’m a bleeding mess.” He sniffs, roughly wiping tears off of his cheeks with the backs of his hands.

“Because I wouldn’t want to be with anybody else.”

“Not even - “

“Ah! Stop right there. There’ll be no more of that.” I take his hands away from his face, holding onto them loosely. “Graham Coxon, you are the best thing to ever happen to me. And I’ll give you a free pass to slap me silly for being so cheesy.” I laugh, his grip on my hands tightening as he awkwardly slides closer on the beanbag, his body sinking into it at a strange angle and pulling me with him. “I love you.”

Within a second, Graham’s hands are on both sides of my face, pulling me in for a kiss; the kind of kiss that feels like the person is pouring their entire heart out to you. Like the kiss between the main characters of a movie, when they’ve just ran across a field or a busy road to collide with another at the centre. His lips messily press against mine and I can feel the stray tears running down his face as they dampen my cheeks. My hands rest on his legs, holding on firmly as his thumbs dig into my face a little. It doesn’t hurt, but he soon pulls away and swipes at my face softly as if to apologise for it. He uses his sleeve to dry my face and I do the same for him, small gasps of laughter exchanging between us.

“Thank you for doing this. If you can’t tell, I really love it.” He says sincerely with a genuine smile, the biggest smile I’ve seen from him in weeks. The expression is infectious and I can’t help mimicking him as I grin back like the Cheshire Cat. The faint sound of knocking from downstairs pulls us out of our romance film-esque daydream and we both clamber to our feet.

As we approach the stairs, Graham stops and spins me around, pulling me into him. I land against his chest with a huff, before adjusting my hair and looking up at him. “After we eat, can you show me the film again?” He asks, his hand meeting mine to help me fix the loose hairs falling in my eyes.

“We can watch it as many times as you like.”

#graham coxon #graham coxon x reader #oneshot #blur #request #anon request

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silveanna · 5 years ago

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In The Next Lifetime

Non-idol!Jaehyun x Fem!reader

Summary: your bestfriend Jaehyun is dating someone for 5 years now you should be happy for them right? A big NO, he’s your soulmate and he’s supposed to end up with you in this generation. And clearly it’s too late for that to happen.

Genre: Slight angst, Reincarnation!au, Soulmate!au,

College!au

Note: Agatha is your great great grandmother:)

Even though time has changed you’re still the one I will choose in the next life

“In the past few days, I keep dreaming about you” your best friend Jaehyun said, you two were at his rooftop laying down while looking up in the night sky.

“Really?”

“Yea, you were wearing a historical gown and it seems like we’re still super close in those dreams” he explains, the image of you in his dream flashes in his mind again.

“Well I dreamed about you too, and as far as I can remember, you’re a son of a farmer”

You change your position and faced him “do you think it means something, Jae?”

“Hm... maybe”

It was weekend again, you and your family visited your grandma and stayed in her house for the night. It was 8pm when your grandma knocks on your door, you quickly opened it and greeted her with a sweet smile “Yes nana?”

“I want to show you something, come follow me” she smiled and gestured you to follow her, confused, you put your phone in your pocket and followed her.

She lead you into a unfamiliar place of the house, it’s also a bit dark and dusty. At the end of the hall it was a dead end, and there’s large bookshelf there.

You were wondering if she wants to give you a bunch of books to read not until she pulls out one book and suddenly, a tunnel opened. You and your grandma immediately went inside, it was completely dark so you turned on the flashlight in your phone.

In the end of the tunnel, there was a small room filled with very old stuffs. Your grandma finally found the switch and turns on the light, it wasn’t bright enough to lightened up the room though.

What are all these stuffs? “Is this what you wanted to show me nana?” You looked at her, she smiled and shook her head. She went to a large object that looks like a painting and removed the cloth covering it. “This”

What the-

You silently gasp and hold your head, seeing the painting suddenly made your head ache.

It was a woman wearing a historical gown, her hair was long and curly, and she looks exactly like You “Are you alright?” Your grandma ask you.

“Yes..uh, is that me?”

“No, She’s your great great grandmother. Agatha. She looks exactly like you right?, Beautiful” she runs her fingers softly to the dusty painting. “This is the only painting of hers that she passed through the generations, why? the love of her life is the one who painted this”

“What’s his name?”

“Jaehyun, the eldest son of the farmer who works for Agatha’s family”

Year 1894

“What? Why?”

“Well isn’t it obvious? He’s noble, respectful, handsome and can cook. Agatha, He’s the right guy for you” her father explains, suddenly she loses her appetite to eat.

“But I love someone else..” she whispered.

“What?” the tone of her fathers voice suddenly changes, he hardly even heard her but he’s sure she said something that’s against his plan.“N-nothing, I’m full thank you for the food” she forced a smile and immediately went upstairs to her room.

Her father arranges a marriage for her with a man she has no idea who is, Agatha wanted to protest and tell him she loves someone else but she’s too scared.

It was midnight and everyone was peacefully sleeping, Agatha took this chance to sneak out and meet up with someone. She uses a match to light up the small lamp and took it with her. She immediately went to the garden where there’s a small house located, it took few knocks before someone opened the door. “Jae..” Agatha whispered and hugged him tightly.

“Darling what’s wrong?”

“It’s Father,he arranged a marriage for me with someone else, I don’t want it Jae. I want to be with you” she hugged him even tighter, Jaehyun sighed and stroked her hair.

He didn’t know what to do, the man your marrying must be rich and he can’t compete with him since he’s just a son of a farmer. You’re in a era where the rich are powerful.

Jaehyun closed his eyes took a deep breath, him and Agatha really love each other and there’s no other choice but to “let’s runaway, let’s find a house very far from here, build a family after a few years and live happy together.

——

“Absolutely not”

“Father please I’m begging you” Jaehyun’s father is utterly against the plan, he didn’t want to let go of his boy,still hesitating. “But it really looks like you two love each other, well then i will escort both of you on the way out..”

“Really? Thank you Father! I promise once we get there, i’ll write you a letter” Jaehyun hugged him, his Father patted his back while forcing a smile trying to hold back his tears. “I’ll visit you two on holidays”

Agatha was also weren’t quite happy about the running away plan, she has a lot of responsibilities at home but she also don’t want to be stuck with a man her family forced her to love.

all of them finally went out, but before the couple leaves Jaehyun’s Father hugged him again for the last time. It didn’t last long, Agatha’s Father came marching with a bunch of guards, his face filled with anger. “Traitors!”

“Father I-“

“Silence! And you rascals! I treated your family very well and this is how you will repay me?! Abducting my daughter?!” The way Agatha’s Father just casually calls Jaehyun and his father rascals angered her. She wanted to protest but the guards are holding her back.

“I’m vanishing you to this town and never to be seen ever again! If you dared to come back I will not hesitate to kill you!”

“No!” Agatha screamed, the guards took her back to her room and there she cried for hour and hours until she no longer feels anything. Completely numb and lonely. She stood up and searched for something, a painting of hers precisely.

While staring on the portrait, happy memories of her and Jaehyun started to flash in her head “Stay still! This may turn out badly if you keep moving!”

As expected, the next day, Jaehyun and his family is no longer around and has completely disappeared in town. And in that day, Agatha started to receive letters from him and she would always write back. But the letters stopped coming and Agatha eventually got married and had a family.

Back to Present time

“The end”

“Wow, that’s so sad.. did they get to see each other again nana?”You ask sounding like a little kid.

“Sadly, no, but the last letter that Agatha received from him says that Jaehyun will be searching for her in their next life” your grandma explains, you suddenly remembered the dreams you and jaehyun were talking about the other night. Maybe it does means something, it wasn’t you who Jaehyun saw it was Agatha!

And both of you are the Reincarnation of Agatha and Jaehyun in the past life!

It didn’t work in the past but the universe gave them/you another chance to try again.

“Argh!” You heard a piercing sound and your head started to hurt again, “Sweetie are you alright? Come let’s go back to your room so you can rest.” Your nana helps you on the way out.

After hearing Agatha’s story, you’ve been spacing out the whole weekend, you wanted to call Your bestfriend but maybe it’s the best to tell him everything in person.

You were packing your things in Your room when your grandma came knocking in. “Yes nana? Do you need something?”

“No, it’s just that.. I wanted to give you this” she handed you an old notebook it says ‘Diary’ on the front cover, “that’s Agatha’s Diary, something is telling me that I should give it to you because it might be a help” she explains. You nodded and hugged her.

“And you can keep it” she added.

You furrowed your eyebrows in disbelief “I don’t think— but since something is telling you to, then sure I’ll keep it”

It was already 4am but you couldn’t sleep, something is bugging the hell out of you. Maybe it’s the Diary? You look at your study table where Agatha’s Diary sits.

You turned on your lamp and read the first few pages, it was quite entertaining. The untold stories lies in her Diary. You read further and come to a small portrait of Jaehyun. He’s wearing the same attire you saw in your dreams. You flipped the pages again and a paper slipped out, you quickly picked it up and read what’s written in it.

‘I Promise to look for you in the next life’

“That’s it?” You said, quite disappointed and looking on the other side of the small parchment. But that’s all it says. You sighed and put it all back. Going back to your bed and forced your self to sleep since you still have school later.

“Hey Y/N!” Your bestfriend Jaehyun greeted you. But your too busy spacing out so he flicked your forehead “Ouch! What was that for?” You glared at him and rubbed your forehead.

“You’ve been spacing a lot lately Y/N is something wrong? What happened at your Nana’s?” He ask.

you didn’t know where to begin, Jaehyun has the right to know but what’s holding you back?

“Hi Jae!” A girl pops out of nowhere and pecked Jaehyun’s lips.

Your eyes widened, “who the hell is she?” You pointed at her. It confuses you more when he puts his arm around her shoulder. “My Girlfriend, Remember? We’ve been dating for 5 years now. Y/N did you hit your head on something?”

You’ve been pretty busy minding Agatha’s story and her Diary that you forgot Jaehyun in fact has a Girlfriend. You softly shook your head and look at the girl, “u-uh what’s your name again?”

Confused, she replies “Lily, Seung Liliy”

But Jaehyun is supposed to be with you right? what the hell did you do in the past years that made him fell in love with someone else?

“Anyways, my friend is throwing a party at her house if you’re free then we can come together?” Lily changes the topic.

“Sure, how about you? wanna come with us Y/N?” Jaehyun and Lily both looks at you waiting for your response.

“Yea yea sure, why not” you shrugged.

The music was very loud you barely even hear your own voice, so you decided to stay outside for a while. It was a bit chilly, quiet and you were lonely but it’s fine. It’s better if you’re alone.

“What are you doing here?”an unfamiliar voice spoke behind. You turned around and saw it was Johnny Suh.Your classmate.

“It’s loud inside... and, I can’t find my friends” you looked down avoiding eye contact, you felt a bit akward since this is the first time Johnny talks to you. He nodded, “same”

“Johnny?”

“Hm?”

“What would you do if your soulmate is in love with someone else?” You ask randomly, you weren’t that close to ask him about things like that. But he’s the only person who showed up and it seems like you can trust him. “Well if they’re really in love and happy with that someone then so be it, i don’t want to ruin the relationship. Not all soulmates end up with each other” he answered.

You nodded your head and looked down, “I was given a chance but it’s too late when I found out” Johnny has no idea what are you talking about so he just stayed silent. But after that, you changed the topic. The conversation last long until it’s time to go home, “see you at school” you smiled and waved goodbye at Johnny. He did the same.

Jaehyun droves you home and when both of you are finally in your doorstep you stopped and faced him, “Jae, Do you love Lily?”

“What made you ask that? Of course I love her”he replied.

“Like Love LOVE?” You ask him again.

“Yes I Love LOVE her truly, I could see my whole life with her without cringing”

“Ok then... see you tomorrow”before going inside your apartment, you smiled at him and after that you shut the door. You leaned back on the door and took a deep breath while running a hand thru your hair.

I’m sorry Agatha.

Year 2105

Lunch time, but it was too crowded in the cafeteria so Y/N decided to eat at the rooftop instead.

Her eyebrows furrowed when she saw a boy standing near the edge of the building, he was about to jump but luckily Y/N immediately pulled him down and he ended up falling on top of her.

“What the hell” the boy said and got up.

“I’m the one who’s supposed to say that, WHAT THE HELL What are you doing?!”

“Well isn’t obvious? I’m committing suicide!” The boy shouts back.

“Stop screaming! and if you really died the doctors gonna see you naked, do you really want that?”

They both paused and looked at each other, the boy scratched his head “well that changed my mind”

“Also, you dropped your diary” he pointed behind her.

Y/N picked it up and removes all the dirt in it, “it’s not mine, it looks really really old and I’m not the type of person who writes in a stupid Diary”

“And who still writes in a Diary? It’s 2105” she added.

“Just keep it, there’s no way you’d find the owner anyways”

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lailyn · 4 years ago

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Argh, I know, I shouldn't be greedy, but I just love a good whump fic and I love Strangefrost and I love your writing... so, might I humbly ask for another?? Maybe?? For the - I don't know - the digestive system maybe?

Here ya go! This one's a bit longer, it kinda got away from me. 😅

A Fool For You

It began with a relic gone missing. A sword forged in blood and tears, the sword was said to have been used to lop off the head of a tyrannical emperor after he had used it to slaughter his own brothers, all six of them.

It was a dangerous katana that required a calming ritual at every turn of the century to temper its blade, for it could turn the susceptible, the most innocent into murderous monsters.

Stephen had been lucky to escape unharmed that morning when he awoke to the blade pressed against his throat, wielded by an invisible hand, controlled by long-range magic.

Stephen had been lucky Loki was there to banish the spectral intruder and restore the katana to its resting place in the Sanctum vault under lock and key.

Reading the blade that had almost taken his human from him only led them back to Kamar-Taj, but the trail ended there.

There was a traitor in their midst.

"Nothing's going to happen to me."

Or so Stephen kept insisting.

Loki was no fool. It would take more than vapid assurances to assuage this urge in him to tear whoever dared harm a hair on Stephen's head limb from limb.

Wong thought it could be a Zealot who might have escaped from having to join Kaecilius on his eternal journey to be one with the Dark Lord Dormammu.

Stephen made a sound argument of the low probability, seeing how the Dark Dimension was as good as sealed forever with the Book of Cagliostro gone, but Loki had disguised himself as one of them that very night and searched each and every Master, fellow and apprentice for the telltale mark on the forehead.

If someone cared for his opinion, Loki thought Stephen was being too complacent with his life.

"Loki, I am not going to lock myself up in the Mirror Dimension!"

Stephen had the gall to laugh at Loki's suggestion. For that, Loki did not speak to him for an entire day.

As the night grew closer, Stephen had given up trying to apologise for something he did not believe he did wrong and resigned himself to the idea of attending the communal dinner at Kamar-Taj without his plus one. Sorcerer Supremes had traditionally been lonesome creatures, and initially Stephen even thought of himself as such.

Until he met Loki.

Stephen abhorred gossip. If the Sorcerer Supreme and the (reformed) God of Mischief were indeed an item, he would rather come clean about it than suffer salacious stories being passed around behind his back.

But since Loki was a no-show, Stephen was going to suffer them for one more day, until he could figure out what to do...or what not to do. When it came to Loki, abstaining was just as important.

So that was how Stephen had come to sit at the head of the table, flanked by a representative from the other two Sanctums. Wong had drawn the short straw by virtue of his being Stephen's second-in-command and sadly had to stay behind in New York.

A young man barely out of his teens came to the high table with a set of tea.

“A new apprentice. I recruited him from the streets of Kowloon City,” Master Murata murmured in the Sorcerer Supreme’s ear. “I think he’s got potential.”

Stephen looked at the scabies burrows in the webs between the boy’s fingers, the badly damaged nails from a chronic nail-biting problem superimposed with a fungal infection.

Must have been homeless, he deduced. Family problems? A runaway?

Stephen watched as the boy poured a pinkish golden liquid into the three cups in front of them. It glittered with edible gold petals.

“Sour plum tea,” Master Murata nodded in approval. He held up his cup, “Here’s to our Sorcerer Supreme. May you live in interesting times.”

If the wording sounded odd, it could only be due to the Guardian of the Hong Kong Sanctum’s oriental heritage.

Stephen surreptitiously waited for both Guardians to finish drinking first before raising his own cup to his lips to take his first sip.

"Sorcerer Supreme, there you are!"

"Wong?" Stephen's forehead furrowed at the sight of his friend marching down the dais toward him. "What are you doing here?"

Wong grabbed the cup out of the Sorcerer Supreme's hand and drank it all in one gulp.

"That hit the spot," he declared, delicately fingering the corners of his lips.

"M-Master Wong," Master Murata stammered.

"What's gotten into you?" Stephen muttered. He held out the empty cup for a refill, but Wong quickly grabbed his wrist. "Wong!"

The apprentice scurried away with the tray; Wong followed the retreating form with his eyes until the boy disappeared amongst the dinner crowd.

With a wide smile Stephen had never seen the likes of it on Wong’s face before, his best friend boldly grabbed him around the wrist and yanked him out of his seat. "This is simply no time to be drinking! Come, I have much to tell you!"

"It's just tea," Stephen grumbled, more curious than embarrassed at being manhandled in public.

Just as they passed a few Masters in the hall, Wong stumbled and would have fallen had Stephen not caught his friend.

“Really, Wong, one would think you had been imbibing…” Stephen's voice trailed off at the sight of perspiration dotting his friend's forehead. “Wong?”

“Take me to your room,” Wong grunted, and Stephen froze, for Wong’s voice suddenly sounded so much like -

“Loki?”

In the blink on an eye, Stephen teleported them to his room and Wong slowly sank to his knees with a soft, forlorn sigh; his form shimmered as all manner of glamour dropped, revealing Loki's shaking form.

At the tell-tale shudder, Stephen quickly grabbed a trash can from under his desk and shoved it under Loki's head just in time to catch the first of his stomach contents.

"Poison?"

Loki nodded frantically as another wave of extreme nausea surged up his gullet.

"But how? We were all drinking the same thing!" Stephen demanded.

“It wasn't the tea,” Loki gasped. “It was the cup.”

"If you knew it was poisoned, why couldn't you have just told me? Why did you have to drink it?" Stephen berated.

"Now you have evidence," Loki managed in between gasps. "Somebody was trying to kill you."

Loki lashed out a hand which his lover caught unthinkingly; into Stephen's palm Loki pressed the ceramic cup he had drunk from.

"It's the lacquer," he wheezed; the pain raging in his stomach was making it difficult to breathe. "It...reacted with the gold leaf. Turned the tea."

Stephen stared at the object in his hand. True enough, the urushiol lacquer had corroded away, leaving behind a suspicious white deposit that had formed a sediment at the bottom of the cup.

Loki had done it all on purpose...impersonating Wong, stealing Stephen's drink right under his nose and making sure everyone saw him drink out of the Sorcerer Supreme's cup -

And stumbling in the hallway with witnesses around had been in part an act, the rest of it very, very real...as real as the blood dribbling down Loki’s chin as his body tried to purge the poison. He heaved and heaved uncontrollably into the trash can, his long hair limp and matted to his scalp like a crown of thorns.

But before Stephen could hold his hair back for him, another violent cramp folded Loki in half, his desperate cry of the kind Stephen had never heard out of the God of Mischief before.

"Oh, Loki…" Stephen could not help but moan. "Why must you always do this?"

Loki shuddered and wiped the blood away with the back of his hand. He slowly sank to the floor, prostrating on the tatami mat, arms wrapped tightly around his stomach.

"I'll live," he sighed. "You wouldn't have."

Stephen leveled his writhing lover with a frosty look. "What made you think I could live with this on my conscience?"

Loki's eyes fluttered to a close. "As long as you lived, I don't particularly care."

Stephen heaved a sigh of frustration and sickening anxiety. "What can I do?"

"Hang the perpetrators by their entrails, that would be a start," Loki groaned. He curled up as tightly as his cramping muscles would allow. "Norns!"

Stephen rummaged through his apothecary cabinet and waved potion after potion of possible remedial value, only for every jar to be waved away.

"I've purged it all." Loki bared teeth slick with blood in a grotesque grimace as he tried to breathe through the worst of the cramps. "It's just the sequelae now."

Tears sprang to Stephen's eyes as he dropped onto his knees next to his ill lover. "You are such a fool."

Loki chuckled weakly. "Ah yes, that I am. A fool for you."

A furious tear escaped and made its way down Stephen's cheek. He gathered Loki's long limbs in his arms and lifted the trembling figure gently into his lap, holding him upright. "I'm such a fool."

"Stephen, don't." Utterly exhausted, Loki could do no more than squeeze the protective arm around his neck. "I'm alright. Truly."

"I will find whoever did this," he heard Stephen vow in his ear and the tension drained out of Loki's body like water.

"Good," Loki hummed faintly.

If putting himself in jeopardy was what it took to get Stephen to give a damn about his own life...then Loki had no objection whatsoever. Nor had he any objection to the comfortable weight of Stephen's hand on his aching belly, or to the healing magic furious at work, aiding the repair of any internal damage caused by the poison.

"I am going to sleep now," Loki murmured, sagging in Stephen's embrace like a sack of bones.

As Loki drifted off into a restorative slumber, he could hear Stephen mumble something in his ear. It sounded a lot like 'I love you', but Loki could not be sure.

Stephen was just going to have to say it again when next he awakened.

#strangefrost #loki #froststrange #loki whump #sick loki #fic #ask #doctor strange

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pixie88 · 5 years ago

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A/N: Another talented writer asked me to do a Dominic Wright FF so here it is. I’m matched with his counterpart so I based him on Adam I just hope it have done it well. This might be a one shot piece or I might continue I’m not sure yet. Let me know if you would like to be tagged or untagged!

Find my other Lovelink FF HERE on my masterlist under Lovelink - One shots. Along with my Rory Bear & Shopping Trip (Rory O’Brien), My Science Buff & The Naughty Teacher (Marco Bottazzi) & Tattoo Artist to Businessman (Blake Bailey) FF.

Comments always welcome!

Word count: 2542

WARNINGS: ⚠️ NSFW & Fluffy fluff

Disclaimer: Characters are property of Lovelink.

Pairings: Dominic x MC - Leona

Enjoy!

It's been 3 weeks since Dominic left for Paris. We have been texting every day, but it just not the same I miss him, he sends me pictures of places he's shooting which makes it hurt more. He's in the most romantic city in the world and I'm stuck here in the states!

"Leona, what do you think?" Kelly snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Sorry, what?" I ask.

"I said do you think Carter will like this bracelet for his birthday? I had it engraved it cost the earth, but he's worth it!" (I zoned put after bracelet)

"Leona!!! You aren't still pining over that boy are you?" She asks again snapping me back to reality.

"You mean Dominic!" I tell her.

"Yes, him! I don't know why you didn't dump him as soon as he told you he was leaving the country! No way would I let Carter travel to a different country without telling me how long he's going to be. Especially to Paris! Are you sure he's not been with his ex and taken her there?!" Kelly chimes.

Kelly is one of my oldest friends, but she's also the vainest and most materialistic person I know. She never thinks before opening her mouth, which has got me in trouble over the years.

"No, Kelly he hasn't run off to Paris with his crazy ex! You might not let your boyfriend off his leash, but some of us have more trusting relationships!" I snap back at her.

Nikki tries to hide her smile and Kelly gives her an un-approving look. I get up from the table gather my stuff and leave the coffee shop.

When I walk out into the cold air I pull my phone out and text Dominic but just as I'm typing my text as a notification pops up on my screen.

*1 New Message from Dominic*

I smile as I open the text.

[Hey gorgeous girl, I don't know why, but I just had a feeling I needed to text you! So here it is I miss you, baby girl! How's your day going with the girls? I hope Kelly isn't getting on your nerves too much? I got some great shots today. ILY XX]

[We are too in sync it's scary! I literally pulled out my phone to text you when your text popped up! I miss you too! I could do with a Dom hug right now...! Argh I just walked out on Kelly and Nikki. Kelly droning on as usual. It got to me so I'll probably have to leave it a few days before I speak to her again. Have you got any shots from the Eiffel Tower yet? Glad your day is going better than mine. ILY2 xx]

*1 New Message from Dominic*

[Leona, I don't get why your friends with someone that makes you so miserable!? See we might be in different countries, but I still know when my girl needs me. What has she said this time? I told you I wasn't going up the Eiffel Tower unless it's with you! ILYM XX]

[I know, but she used to be fun then her grandparents died and left her all that money it changed her now she's just a snob! Your girl needs you stateside! Have they told you when you're coming home? She said the same old rubbish how I should've dumped you when you told me that you were going to Paris. She also thinks you've taken Holly to Paris with you haha. I know neither of us have been up it, but you could go up and take pictures, so I can experience it through your photos! ILYSMM xx]

*1 New Message from Dominic*

[Money does bring out the worse in people. You have no idea how much I want to be back home with you. There is a meeting later, so hopefully, I get an idea then. I'm glad you haven't listened to her. Definitely haven't brought Holly with me, she's in court next month. No! I will only go up there with you so we can experience our first trip up the tower together ;) I have to go now. What's ILYSMM? ILY xx]

[Oh, I do! I have everything crossed for some kinda date! I stopped listening to her in the 5th grade! Haha. Wow, that's quick do you need to be back here for that? Secretly hoping you do! OK, we'll have to go one day to do it together! I love you so much more duh! :P ILY xx]

*1 New Message from Dominic*

[I text you as soon as I find out. I'm not sure yet. I might need to be stateside. We will soon I promise. Speak soon. Haha OK ILYSMM xx]

I grab a taxi and make my way home.

~*~*~*~

Later I'm watching The Notebook when I hear my phone.

*1 New Message from Dominic*

[Hey hot stuff, I have news you are really going to love. You know I did that small art show and that if it all went well, I would be offered to take part in the huge exhibition? Well, I got a place at the exhibition they loved my work! That's not the best bit they want me to enter a piece that includes the local sights! But I may have told them a little white lie...I told them I need my "assistant" and they are willing to pay for my assistant to fly to Paris, but they will have to share my hotel suite with me. But that's not all we also get to take a plus one to the exhibition ;) ILY XX]

[Dominic, that's great! Congratulations I'm so proud of you! Your assistant? I didn't know you had one? Lucky assistant :( Looks like you and your assistant will have fun. ILY x]

*1 New Message from Dominic*

[Leona!!! You don't get it, I told them you are my assistant they are booking you a flight as we speak! LEONA YOU ARE COMING TO PARIS! I WANT YOU TO BE MY PLUS ONE!!!! ILY XXX]

[WHAT?! No! I don't believe you! Why would they do that? DOMINIC YOU BETTER NOT BE MESSING WITH ME!!!! ILY XX]

*1 New Message from Dominic*

[I swear on my life they are booking you a flight I will get all the details in a bit. I'm not messing with you! I'm serious. I guess it's a way to keep me sweet? Either way, I don't care I'm just so happy you're going to be here. ILY xx]

[But I have work I'm not sure I can just drop it like that! When will you know? ILY xx]

*1 New Message from Dominic*

[Crap, I didn't think about that I just got excited when they said they would fly you over. Please say you'll come? Please? I should know in 5 Minutes. ILY xx]

[I'll see what I can do once you've found out when the flight is. ILY x]

*1 New Message from Dominic*

[Thank you, thank you, thank you! So, they have sent the ticket to your email apparently. ILY xx]

[I'll have a look now. ILY xx]

I quickly check through my emails there it is at the top my ticket to Paris. It leaves tomorrow morning at 8amand I return in 7 days. (How am I going to sort work out with just over 12 hours before my flight leaves?!)

I text my dad.

[Hey Dad, short notice, but I only got the invite about 20 minutes ago. So Dominic invited me to Paris to see him. I'd be gone for 7 days from tomorrow, but if you can't get cover don't worry I'll tell him I can come.]

*1 New Message from Dad*

[Leona, that sounds like too much of an opportunity to miss out on. Plus, I know how much you've missed that boy. Go! Leave it to me, I'll get cover. You go have fun, but I want to see loads of photos when you come back.]

[Dad, you are one in a million you know that right? Thank you! I will take loads or get Dominic to take some! Thanks again!]

*1 New Message from Dad*

[I do as you always remind me. Have fun, I'll see you when you get back.]

*1 New Message from Dominic*

[Did you get the email? ILY xx]

I decide to play a prank on him.

[I did, but I've spoken to my dad, and he said it's just not possible to get cover at this short notice. It was a nice thought while it lasted. ILY x]

*1 New Message from Dominic*

[Oh, what? That's a shame, but like you said it was a nice idea. I'm bummed now I was so excited about being able to see you. ILY xx]

[Lucky for you, I fly out tomorrow! I was joking my dad was fine with it haha. I love you xx]

*1 New Message from Dominic*

[Leona, that was mean! But I'm too excited to be mad. What time do you fly out? I love you more xx]

[I'm sorry, but I'll make it up to you! 8 am so I should be with you about 5 pm US time. ILY xx]

*1 New Message from Dominic*

[How exactly? So, about 11 am here. I will be working so I can't meet you until after I'm done. There will be a driver waiting at the airport for you. ILY xx]

[I'm thinking it's been a long time, so with fewer clothes between us. Oh ok, I guess I'll just go back to your suite and wait on the bed naked for you ;) ]

*1 New Message from Dominic*

[God, now all I can think about is you naked on my sheets and finally being able to hold you. I need to sit down or have a cold shower! ILY XX]

[You better hurry back or I'll entertain myself. I better start packing. See you tomorrow. I love you xx]

*1 New Message from Dominic*

[I will be as quick as I can. I can't wait to see you. I love you xx]

~*~*~*~

After a long 9 hour flight, I'm here! I'm in Paris!! I walk through looking for a driver with my name but I'm greeted with his gorgeous smile, his eyes light up when he spots me. I drop my bags I don't want to not be in his arms a moment longer I run over to him. Dominic picks me up and spins me around "Leona, you're here! You're really here!" he puts me down.

His lips crash to mine, I don't want to stop kissing him, but I pull away. "Dominic, what are you doing here? I thought you had work?"

"I managed to move it all so I could be here to meet you," he smiles.

"I'm so happy you're here to meet me! So are you free for the whole day?" I wink.

"A matter of fact I am! Why don't we get your bags and head back to the hotel so I can show you how much I've missed you"

I blush.

We walk over to get my abandoned bags and there is a car waiting for us out front. We pull up to the hotel it's beautiful.

We make our way up to Dominic's room as soon as he opens the door the view is stunning! I hear the door click shut, his arms come around my waist, his lips brush my pulse line before they reach my ear "God I've missed you!" he nips my ear which sends my body into overdrive.

I turn to claim his lips with mine. His tongue invades my mouth we're in a rush our clothes fall to the floor as he backs me against the wall. His lips move from mine to my neck kissing my sensitive spot just above my collarbone, he continues to move south, his tongue lightly sweeps over my nipple leaving my body tingling and anticipating his next move.

He nips my belly before he throws one of my legs over his shoulder, his mouth finds my centre, he parts my folds and works on my clit, making me arch off the wall.

"Dom....inic crap that feels..."

He pulls away "Like I need to try harder to make you speechless" He doubles his efforts.

"Oooohhhh!"

I look down, he's set himself free working his hand up and down his hard member. I pull him up to me "I need you! All of you!"

He doesn't waste another second he wraps my legs around his waist. He thrust hard into me, filling me. He slowly draws out each thrust before forcefully thrusting back in. This pushes me so close to the edge I'm looking over it.

I drag my nails down his back, he hisses at the sensation. His lips claim mine again with the taste of me still on them. He groans against them, he's close. I can't hold back anymore, it's been 3 long weeks "Yes! Dominic!" I fall over the edge.

Dominic hits his own climax "Fuck! God! Leona!" We are barely catching our breath, he's still inside me "Let's take this to the bedroom" He pulls us away from the wall and carries me to bed.

We don't leave his hotel room until the next day.

~*~*~*~*~

A few days later we are in the car all dressed up for this exhibition. Dominic is nervous I can see it all over his face.

I take his hand and he looks at me and smiles. "It's going to be fine! Stop looking so nervous!"

"It's not the exhibition I'm worried about" He points out the window.

I turn we're have pulled up to the Eiffel Tower.

"Dominic, what are we doing here?"

He smiles "I thought we could go up it together as we planned," he says.

"Now? What about the exhibition?"

"We can be five minutes late," he takes my hand and leads me out of the car.

"So, this is what you're so nervous about? I thought you didn't mind heights?"

"It's not the heights. Come one, let's go" we get to the 3rd floor as we step out of the lift there is a guy holding a bouquet of roses.

He hands them to me "I hope you like them" Dominic says.

"They're beautiful. Did you plan this?" I ask.

He blushes "I did. The day you told me you were coming to Paris" He takes my hand and leads me to the railing.

The view is beautiful Paris is lit up! "Wow, it's beautiful! I'm glad we have done this together!"

"Me too! Leona, there was another reason why I brought you here. I've wanted to ask you for a while, but face to face"

He takes a breath, "I love you with all my heart, I can't imagine my life without you. I'm done looking for the one as I have found it in you. So, will you be my girlfriend?"

I feel like I'm going to burst "Dominic, I would love to be your girlfriend!"

His lips crash to mine and I wrap my arms around him.

I am his girlfriend and he is my boyfriend!

Here it is lovely especially for you @khoicesbyk

#ludia #lovelink #ludia lovelink #lovelink fanfic #dominic wright #dominic wright fanfic #dominic x mc

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viscariaa · 5 years ago

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Helpful Advice Pt. 0

Ship: Saiouma/Oumasai

Words: 1321

Type: Fantasy AU/Fluff

Trigger Warning: Curse words, blood

Posted: 09.19.20

Description: A prequel to the original ‘Helpful Advice!’ “Remember when we first met...I stumbled into the garden, knocking on death’s door. Despite your father, you snuck me into the palace and nursed me back to health!” <- based on this line!

Hello lovelies! I’m really nervous to post this... I feel like this isn’t good enough. However, I feel bad for not posting so here goes nothing! Not really fluffy since this is their first time meeting, a lot of exposition too. But... Prince! Shuichi x Guild Master! Kokichi, right?? Sending virtual hugs! - December

“AFTER HIM!”

Kokichi sprints out of the Black Cat tavern, his black cloak trailing behind him like a veil. He tries to push down the painful screams crawling in his throat, his back felt like it was on fire. “Who knew daggers sting like a bitch…”

All he was doing was minding his own business, having fun with ten members from his guild, DICE after a long, hard job. Until a member from their rival guild, FOX, decided to pick a fight with Kokichi.

“You piece of shit! Who the fuck you think you are!?” A taller male grips onto Kokichi’s purple vest, hoisting him up in the air.

“Let our boss go, fucker!” One of his DICE members yells.

“It’s Haru! And your ‘boss’ stole one of our fuckin quests, dumbass!”

“Not… all… quests… are yours…” Kokichi squeaks out.

Suddenly, Haru drops Kokichi, making him land on the hard wooden floor. He pants, trying to catch his breath, “come on… guys. Let’s get outta here.”

All of DICE nods, some shooting glares at the FOX guild, which was sitting on the other side of the tavern at a wooden table. Everyone else around could sense the tension surrounding them, the bartender, Celeste, rolling her eyes at the rival guilds.

DICE separate paths, agreeing to meet up at their guild room later. Kokichi is the last one to leave, still standing inside the tavern. Until, Haru grips onto his white long sleeve shirt, and his crossbow is flung onto the brick ground below.

Then, countless daggers were plunged into his back. One after another.

The ground was littered with blood along with his white pants and brown boots. He instinctively tried to reach for this crossbow, but it was kicked away. Kokichi thought of the only other option. “Run…”

Kokichi covers his face with his clown mask, spots appearing in his vision, and his legs begging him to stop. But, he can hear Haru cackle behind him, causing Kokichi’s adrenaline to skyrocket.

His movements became sluggish, he doesn’t know where he is except for seeing a lot of hedges and white roses.

“Dammit… if I only had my stupid crossbow…” Kokichi grumbles. “I could have made some illusions…”

Kokichi moves his mask to the side of his face, hoping to be able to see better, but with no luck. He couldn’t hear Haru anymore, but he doesn’t want to take any chances.

He halts trying to catch his breath from his insane headache and the unforgettable pain. Without realizing it, he trips over his own feet, and lands head first onto a tree. His body shuts down, sending him into a sudden slumber.

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“ARGH!” Kokichi yelps, his eyes flashing open.

“Good morning… I’m glad to see you are doing all right.”

Kokichi quivers at the new voice before observing his surroundings. He was laying down in a comfortable bed unlike his quarters from DICE, a balcony to his right shines light into the clearly lavish room. His forehead was wrapped in white bandages and his back was aching like crazy. Kokichi’s eyes drifted on the person sitting on a velvet chair beside him.

The boy had to have been no older than him, but clearly important. A sword was at his side in a white shealth, navy blue hair with a small crown on top, golden eyes like the sun, a crisp, blue vest on top of a puffy, white shirt.

“No way…” Kokichi thinks, instantly realizing who he was with. “Prince Saihara!? Fuck, I’m at the castle… Dammit.”

“You might be hungry after passing out for a whole day…” Prince Saihara states, picking up a metal bowl from the bedside table next to him. “Here. It’s tea with some medicine in to help you…”

Kokichi eyes the Prince cautionally. There were plenty of rumors about the Prince, how he is a womanizer, how much he hates the kingdom, his prideful nature, and plenty, plenty more.

“Um…” Prince Saihara begins to shake, “I’m sorry! Am I being too rash!? Ah! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“Are you serious!?” Kokichi thinks. “I stare at him once and he’s all scared?”

“Good morning…” Kokichi slowly says, “just… prove to me, you didn’t… poison it…”

Prince Saihara instantly drinks a small sip before re-handing it to Kokichi. “Do you trust me now?”

Kokichi doesn’t bother answering back, hoisting himself up with his hands, and drinks the refreshing tea.

“You’re probably wondering what you are doing here, huh?” He nervously giggles. “Me and… the King were walking through the garden, and saw you laying there almost dead. The King, well, wanted you dead. Thankfully, I was able to sn-”

“Prince Saihara!”

This caused the prince to jump out of his chair, his eyes as wide as gold coins. He carries Kokichi out of the bed, placing him quickly and gently onto the marble floor. Kokichi’s blood stained clothes were still on him, making his head dazed from the metallic smell.

Kokichi opens his mouth to ask Prince Saihara what in the fuck he was doing, but was beaten to it by him placing a finger to his lips. Suddenly, he rushes over to the front door, flinging it wide open.

“Prince Saihara, here are the books you requested,” a polite voice echoes through the room.

“Ah, of course… thank you, Kirumi…”

“However, may I ask… Why is your bed not made? I am quite positive, I made it this morning….”

“N-nothing… I-I just wanted… to do an experiment!”

“That was such a terrible lie…” Kokichi chuckles. “No way, it would work…”

“Of course, Prince Saihara.”

Kokichi decides to gather up strength and peek what was going on. “Ah! Mister Princey is healing me in secret! Such a rebel! Wait-”

In the light, he wasn’t able to see it, but now he can, clear as day. A faint blue aura surrounds the Prince, indicating a weak learning of water magic. Kokichi learned from previous experiences, that anyone with even the slightest affinity for magic could see an aura, the color matching what magic they know.

His is purple for illusion magic and way more noticeable, as the better you are at magic, the stronger your aura is.

Once, Prince Saihara shuts the doors, Kokichi immediately stands up and speaks, “Wow! Hiding little, old me! Also, I thought nobles and royalty weren’t allowed to practice magic, hmm?”

“You’re a mgae?!”

“Duh! Can’t you see my aura?! And I can clearly see yours! Obviously, not better than mine!” Kokichi grins as the Prince approaches him.

“I knew that…” his voice drops to a whisper. “You can’t tell anyone…”

“How about… a deal?” Kokichi smirks.

“What is it?”

“Not even thinking twice… how native…”

“I won’t tell your secret, but you have to grant me access to the private library!”

Kokichi was bluffing, “no way Mister Princey would agree to that… I mean those records show practically everything about everyone! But if he can… maybe I can erase the fact that DICE owes a shit ton of money.”

“Ok,” Prince Saihara extends a hand, “it’s a deal.”

If Kokichi had water, he would have spit it out. Instead, he took the Prince’s hand and shook it. “Deal.”

“Since you figured out I snuck you in here… I guess you can’t leave this room, huh?”

“Unless my guild breaks me out!” Kokichi laughs.

“You’re a guild master! But.. but you’re so…”

“Young!? I know I get told that a lot!” Kokichi rolls his eyes.

“Which guild!” Prince Saihara gets a starry look in his eyes, making them shine brighter than they already are.

“Isn't obvious!” Kokichi points at his clown mask. “You are meeting… the one and only, Kokichi Ouma! Guild master of the number one guild, DICE!”

“It’s a pleasure meeting you!” Prince Saihara bows to him, “I’m grateful to be your apprentice!”

“I’m sure this will be an entertaining experience!”

#saiouma #oumasai #fantasy au #fanfic #fluff #oneshot #writing #au #danganronpa #drv3 #this makes me nervous to post #not really fluffy

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riverllama · 4 years ago

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Making A Story In Record Time!

Pretty much what the title suggests, I’m going to be showing you the step by step of how I make a story.

First I’m looking through my bookmarks because I know I have helpful things in there.

I found this blog: https://www.bryndonovan.com/category/writing-inspiration-and-resources/ and looked through it to find articles I think will be helpful.

Character motivation: https://www.bryndonovan.com/2020/08/17/50-character-goals-with-character-motivation/

Character worksheet: https://www.bryndonovan.com/2019/11/21/an-easy-character-development-worksheet-plus-one-secret-to-making-readers-love-your-character/

Names: https://www.bryndonovan.com/2019/09/30/how-to-name-a-book-character/

Flashbacks: https://www.bryndonovan.com/2019/01/10/how-to-write-flashbacks-so-they-arent-clunky/

No more perfectionism: https://www.bryndonovan.com/2018/10/29/how-to-overcome-perfectionism-and-finish-your-draft/

Fight scene prompts: https://www.bryndonovan.com/2018/10/11/50-fight-scene-writing-prompts-and-ideas/

Annoying characters: https://www.bryndonovan.com/2017/03/31/argh-25-creative-writing-prompts-to-help-you-annoy-your-characters/

Embarrassing characters: https://www.bryndonovan.com/2017/02/21/cringe-25-creative-writing-prompts-to-help-you-embarrass-your-characters/

How to show a character is in love: https://www.bryndonovan.com/2017/03/20/three-great-ways-to-show-that-your-character-is-in-love/

Next, I’m going to look through writing prompts. I never take a single one, that either feels that it gives me too many or too little restraints, so instead I use multiple and find a way to interlock them.

Young adult writing prompts: https://www.bryndonovan.com/2018/12/28/50-young-adult-plot-ideas-and-writing-prompts/

“A college student desperate for tuition money secretly works at two different full-time summer internships at once, two city blocks away from one another.”

This is absolutely hilarious and I see a lot I could do with this.

“Two boys on rival basketball teams develop romantic feelings for one another.”

There are two reasons I chose this one. The first is that it’s gay. I’m gay, and I love writing gay stuff. The second is that according to my best friend I’m very good at writing romances, even though I kinda hate the genre, so this could work.

“A teenager is pressured to shoot a buck on his first deer hunt with an older relative, but he can’t bring himself to do it.”

I think that this could be really emotional and a sign of character development, which I love.

“A teen attempts to make his whole fractious extended family get along and have a nice Christmas for once in their lives.”

This is absolutely amazing. I watched a movie that gave me these sort of vibes, it’s on Amazon Prime, it’s called Lez Bomb (highly recommend it, by the way).

“A teen copes with both a hopeless crush on his best friend’s older sister and a younger girl’s crush on him.”

I’m starting to see a way I can tie these all together, but I’ll ignore that for now.

“A girl discovers a secret passageway in one of the office buildings she cleans at night, but nobody else seems to be able to access it.”

It just wouldn’t be a me story without a little mystery, of course.

“Two boys discover treasure in a local cave.”

So, now that we’re at the end here, I think it’s a good idea to tell you my ending story. Or, well, story idea. This is nowhere near done yet. I haven’t even started. I don’t have names yet, so I’ll simply give everyone a letter of the alphabet until I’m done.

A and B have been best friends their whole lives. B has two siblings, an older brother (C) and a younger sister (D). D has a crush on A. A is an only child. A’s family is not poor, but can’t exactly afford to send him to the school he wants to go to, so he works two full time internships, two city blocks away from each other. He’s also full time in college and is on the basketball team. He can’t tell anyone he’s doing all this, because they will be mad at him for overworking himself. A and B go to the same college, but C goes to the rival one. C is on the basketball team. Along the course of the story A and C start to develop feelings for each other. At one of A’s internships he drops something and goes to pick it up under a desk. He sees a trapped door on the floor under his boss(E)’s desk. He goes to open it but E calls his name and he picks up the paper and leaves. The next day he tries to open it, but is unable. Once A and C start dating, they sneak away to go have a picnic in a cave so no one sees them and come across a trapped door similar to the one A found under E’s desk. This one can open. The not shooting a buck, and Christmas things are subplots.

Now, I know my basics, but I don’t actually know my plot. For example, where do the trapped doors lead? Do they lead to each other? If so, why? Is there something magical about the cave? Does E know about the trapped doors? So, as you can see, a lot of questions here are unanswered. To fix this I’m going to look at more writing prompts, but this time horror, or fantasy. Let’s start with horror.

Horror writing prompts: https://www.bryndonovan.com/2016/09/19/50-spooky-writing-prompts-for-horror-thriller-ghost-and-mystery-stories/

“Frightening events in a small town lead its citizens to dig up the grave of a deceased inhabitant.”

I make no promises on using this yet, but I think it could be interesting.

“The television switches to another station of its own accord and plays footage of something horrible that happened long before the technology existed to record it.”

I like this one quite a bit, and I think that it could tie well with the one above it. Maybe the town had a horrible incident that happened long ago. Everyone knows about it, but no one talks about it?

“Weekend adventurers explore a cave and can’t find their way out again. Then they encounter something terrible…”

I was actually thinking about this one all on my own, maybe the original entrance A and C took to the cave closed up, so they had to go through the trapped door and see where it leads?

“Authorities go through the cluttered apartment of a deceased man who lived alone with no known friends or relatives for decades and find something disturbing.”

Maybe the trapped doors lead to the same place and someone lived there? No, I don’t like that.

Wait, actually. Maybe E was at the horrible event that happened? He could have caused it, which would explain why he has a trapped door under his desk. He takes the victim’s remaining lifespan and adds it onto his? Like if they would only have died from natural causes when they were 76 and he killed them when they were 32, he’d get 44 more years of life? But to do that he had to eat them? All the victims are in a cave that both the trapped doors lead to. The one in the cave leads there because that is where the horrible thing happened and he needed an easy way to dispose of the bodies, and the one in his office leads there because that is where he lives? I don’t know, this is just brainstorming. Once I’m done with this I’m going to post a more accurate synopsis of what the story could be. For now I’m going to look at fantasy prompts, because those will (hopefully) be less messed up than this.

Fantasy prompts: https://www.bryndonovan.com/2017/03/06/50-fantasy-plot-ideas-and-writing-prompts/

“Miners discover stone spheres with strange markings.”

A and C can see those in the cave? Maybe they’re keys to the trapped doors?

“His magical powers don’t work when he’s drunk.”

I don’t know if I’m going to involve magic in this story yet, but if I am I’m 100% making this a thing.

“The bite of a particular animal may kill you, or it may give you new powers.”

Maybe this is how the person got them?

Okay, I think I’ve got something. This story has vampires, werewolves, zombies, etc, etc. Nobody knows about them. E is a werewolf. He made a trapped door in the cave to another one so he could hide from the full moon and not kill anyone. One night he was running late and was transforming as he went to his hiding spot. He tried to make it to the trapped door, but one of his friends was throwing a party there. He tried to push through the people, but there were a lot and it took a long time. When he finally got there he realized he dropped his key in the crowd. He tried to find it but couldn’t. His friend distracted him and soon E was a full blown werewolf. His killing extinct kicked in and he killed everyone at the party. He ripped the trapped door off its hinges and started piling the bodies into his hiding spot. When he became human again he put the door back on, but didn’t even look for the key. He didn’t want to remember what he did. There are three trapped doors, one in the cave, one under his desk, and one in his house.

I’m going to write a better description of the story I’m going with soon, but until then enjoy my brainstorming process!

#supernatural creatures #coming up with a plot #plot #brainstorming #it's kinda messy #writing prompts #this is gonna be fun

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the-hidden-writer · 5 years ago

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A Second Chance: Chapter 9

An Ace Attorney fanfic. Read on both AO3 and FF.net!

Summary: Miles learns the identity of his “dead” mother, and the aftermath of that revelation is a tricky one. Especially when his newfound little sister is trying to turn him into a spirit medium.

AKA Miles is a Fey. Miles also doesn’t really know how to family properly.

Comments make my day! :D

The Question

“This is your last chance! I’m warning you! You take another step and I’ll- ARGH!”

Maya squealed and her chocolate eyes went wide as they peeked over the pillow she had started to clutch so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. Miles grimaced with an audible exhale of breath as he subtly averted his eyes from the screen, his teeth grabbing hold of his bottom lip in suspense.

Phoenix looked between them blankly.

“H-Ha, you... may have defeated me today Samurai… but my c- *cough* curse has already taken hold of you… I win…hahahaha-”

It was Friday and just as he’d sort-of-promised, Miles Edgeworth had arrived at Wright & Co. Law Offices to watch Steel Samurai with Maya clad in his usual attire. Phoenix felt guilty knowing he’d probably come straight from work but appreciated him coming anyway.

“Impossible!”

“Pa? Pa where…? Pa!!!”

A loud gasp broke the tense silence in the room. Maya squirmed in her seat, sending worried, questioning looks in Edgeworth’s direction. Edgeworth didn’t notice. He had his eyes glued to the screen.

“Pa! Are you alright?! What-”

“Suki, I… you’re all I ever wanted… you’ve made your father so proud…”

“Shh Pa, save your strength. I *sniff* I promise to finish what you started, Pa. I love you.”

“Suki…”

“P-Pa…”

“S…”

“Pa? Pa! PA!!!”

Once again, the silence in the room was shattered. This time by Maya’s muffled sniffs into her pillow. Phoenix, instinctively despite his confusion of exactly what was going on, reached out a hand to squeeze her shoulder comfortingly. Miles didn’t react.

“You did this, didn’t you Samurai?”

“I…”

“Of course you did. I’m not blind. I know how you’ve been destroying everything we’ve been working toward.”

“We?”

“Don’t take me for a fool! Pa told me everything. I know exactly what I have to do. And I know that the magnificent warrior Steel Samurai will never harm a vulnerable little girl like me.”

“You might be too young to realize Suki-chan, but you seem more than smart enough to know that I have responsibilities I must fulfil. The fate of Neo Olde Tokyo rests on my shoulders, and when you have been doing what I do for as long as I have, then maybe you will understand why I have to make an exception.”

“Pwaha, you would never-”

The screen went black just as the Steel Samurai moved to draw his katana, causing two-thirds of the room to exclaim their annoyance in extremely contrasting ways.

“Uh, yeah… that’s enough of that.” Said Phoenix with only a hint of apology.

“Nick!!!” “Wright.”

Alright, maybe not so contrasting after all. That might’ve been the first time Phoenix ever saw some kind of resemblance in the siblings.

“Hey, it was pretty much over anyways! Besides, I did it for a reason. Have you seen your faces? You look like ghosts.”

Truthfully, both Miles and Maya’s faces were extraordinarily drained of color when they’d simultaneously turned to face him (it was actually really creepy how in-sync they were). Phoenix may have purposely forgotten to mention the fact that this particular story arc could be compared to their own experiences. He was trying to do them a favor.

Miles cleared his throat and straightened his posture from his position on the floor where he sat with Maya. Phoenix was lucky enough to have the couch to himself. “Well…” he said. “I suppose you do know what happens next.”

Maya nodded solemnly. “Yeah… up ‘til now I was thinking why they pulled these episodes but now I think I get it.”

“It’s kinda messed up for a kid’s show.” Phoenix commented, unsurprisingly subjecting himself to fall victim to yet another simultaneous sibling glare. Individually they’d always been quite intimidating, but together? Their eyes bore into his soul so much that it genuinely felt like he was on trial all over again.

“Thanks for coming, Miles!” Said Maya, all-too-obviously choosing to ignore Phoenix’s statement. “It’s so much better to watch along with someone who understands art.”

“Hey-”

“Shut up, Nick.” “Noted.”

Edgeworth began to slowly push himself up from his awkward sitting position on the office floor. “It was my pleasure. I had a nice time.”

Phoenix noticed that his voice was quite clipped and he found it quite uncharacteristic of Miles to be so open with his compliments. Guess he really was a changed man.

“Actually, Maya, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask of you.”

Ah, there it was.

“Sure,” replied Maya, wiping her eyes as if she hadn’t been bawling her eyes out just minutes ago, “what’s up?”

Miles looked off to the side. “I was wondering if… with your blessing, of course… if I could visit Kurain Village. Talk to some of the people there.”

“Miles…” Phoenix began in concern, but Edgeworth held up a finger to silence him.

“I’ve been thinking about this a great deal, and it is something I want to do.”

It was understandable, Phoenix thought. Life hadn’t been kind to Edgeworth’s family, and it was only natural to want to get to know his mother’s traditions and the life he might have led. He was more surprised that he hadn’t asked sooner, seeing as Maya would be more than happy to-

“No.”

Edgeworth must have been as surprised as Phoenix was because his mask of neutrality suddenly disappeared and he looked both taken aback and absolutely heartbroken.

“N-No?”

“No.” Maya repeated, more firmly. “I’m sorry but that’s not a good idea.”

“Why not?!” Miles protested loudly. Phoenix cringed at the outburst. He knew both of them well enough to be able to tell when they were getting riled up. This was not going to end well.

“It’s just that I don’t think it would go down well with the village, okay?! They have a bad history with men!”

Miles sprung up onto his feet. Maya did the same, took a step forward so that her face was inches away from Edgeworth’s chest, and looked up at him angrily. Phoenix sunk further into the couch.

“It’s a simple request!” He exclaimed, forcefully waving an arm to exaggerate his point. “You have no trouble taking Wright there!”

“Yeah that’s because Nick isn’t my brother and also not a main family Fey,” Maya yelled, “because like it or not, you’re-”

“I’M NOT A FEY!”

Maya’s mouth snapped shut instantly. Her chin began to wobble. She glared at Edgeworth with as much hatred she could possibly muster.

“I’m not a Fey and you have the same right to my father’s name as Wright does. Which is none!”

“Miles…” Uttered Phoenix, in an attempt to calm the man down. Said man wasn’t listening. He was breathing heavily and his eyes were darting around the room.

“Well,” Maya started quietly, “I’m sorry to break it to you but you are. I’m your sister, and that’s not changing anytime soon. So deal with it!”

“Where were you then?!” Miles argued, with a ferocity that Phoenix had never seen before, not even in court. “Where were you when I was being-”

He caught himself and sighed, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and index finger, and said with a voice barely above a whisper: “I’m sorry.”

Maya scoffed and replied in a voice equally as quiet. “You’re sorry. For what? Insulting me, our Mom, or my village’s entire way of life?”

Phoenix finally braved sitting up. “Guys, calm down.” He said. “We had a good time, you can talk about this properly another day.”

“So you call her our mother,” said Miles, completely ignoring Phoenix, “but you say that it’s your village?”

“It’s my home!” Maya countered. “Have you been there even once?”

Edgeworth didn’t answer.

“Thought so.”

“Perhaps if your mother had bothered to alert me of her existence, I would have visited considerably more often!”

“Oh yeah? Well maybe if your father had just taken the stairs then none of us would be in this mess, would we?!”

The silence that was left in the office was tense and sickly thick. Miles seemed at a loss for words. His cheeks were red as he puffed on the spot. Without a word, he grabbed his blazer and stormed toward the door.

“Wait!” Maya called as she ran after him, her sandals clicking against the hard floor.

He stopped and turned to look at her, eyes cold and unforgiving.

“That was stupid of me to say.” She looked down. “If you want to go to Kurain Village we can work toward it,” she suggested, “but you need to trust me. I don’t want you getting hurt, or worse, disgraced from the village.”

He seemed to acknowledge her for a second, before letting out a long sigh. “Alright. That’s… that’s a good idea.”

Phoenix let out his own sigh of relief from his spectator’s seat and stood up to join the pair. If he thought their last meeting was intense, this one rewrote the book in its entirety.

“See? You guys can get along!” He laughed, no humor in his voice.

“Not now, Wright.”

“Fair.”

The air felt lighter all of a sudden, and for the first time since Miles had arrived, it felt right.

Right until Maya opened up her arms.

She was already very close to Miles, but instead of accepting her embrace, he took a step back in surprise. When Phoenix caught his gaze over Maya’s shoulder, he nodded at him in encouragement.

And so he awkwardly hugged Maya back.

Suddenly Maya pulled back with a long gasp. “I have an idea!” She announced happily. “The perfect way to help you get accepted in the village!”

“What?” Phoenix and Edgeworth asked at the same time.

“We’re gonna teach you how to channel spirits!”

~-.-~

Brrrrrrrrrring!

“Uh, he-”

“Detective.”

“Oh, hey boss! You okay? It’s kinda late-”

“Detective, I need to ask you something. You have a brother, correct?”

“Nah, got one hell of a big sister though. Love her to bits. Why are you asking? Did something happen with Maya?”

“Do you ever… disagree with her?”

“Oh yeah, sure, sometimes. We get over it pretty quickly though. What happened?”

“That’s none of your business, detective.”

“Sorry, sir. I’m just worried about you, y’know?”

“...We had a rather intense argument. And then she suggested that I should…”

“Should what, sir?”

“Ugh, that I should start ‘spirit medium’ training.”

“It’s a real thing, I’ve seen her do it! It’s kinda creepy to be hone-”

“It’s preposterous! I’ve witnessed her doing it too, but I… really don’t want to involve myself in all of that. I told her as much.”

“And what did she say?”

“She was so excited about it, and I didn’t want to upset her again so I begrudgingly agreed.”

“I thought it was a girls-only thing?”

“So did I. Again, I told her as much but she assured me that she had a plan, which I don’t believe for an instant since it was only seconds… detective, what’s so funny?!”

“Nothing, sir. It’s just that you’re starting to sound like a big brother.”

Miles hung up.

#ace attorney #miles edgeworth #maya fey #phoenix wright #detective gumshoe #narumitsu #wrightworth #a second chance

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the-fixation-zone · 5 years ago

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Here it is! Chapter 4 of The Boys Crack Open a Cold One and It’s an Underground Crime Organization! Art, as always, by @queenspinoodle, by courageous co-writer. Like, reblogs, and comments appreciated :)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Three days later and Zucchini is still pissed off. How dare Sock walk away from him! Zucchini had stormed around the city for a long while after Sock had disappeared, fighting against burning the whole place to the ground. All he’d wanted was a little clarity, and Sock had flown off the handle! That’s Zucchini’s job, dammit! Now Zucchini is sitting in his tent, fuming. For the past three days, he’d been off during rehearsal, to the point that yesterday Pepper had told him to go home early.

“We’ll try again tomorrow and hopefully your head will be screwed on better,” Pepper had said with a disappointed head shake.

Zucchini hates disappointing Pepper. So now he is in his room, trying to do as asked. It’s not going well. The latest attempt finds Zucchini trying to study new runes, hoping to use them to further enhance his bending, but after an hour gives it up and tosses the book aside. His mind is still on Sock, replaying their conversation over and over.

Was he in the wrong? Did he say something out of line? He’d apologized! His uncle had always told him that the first step to forgiveness was a good apology, but maybe his hadn’t been good enough.

He sighs. Zucchini is still angry, but he thinks maybe he should look for Sock to try to talk to him again. He hates to even think it but he’s starting to miss him. He leaves his tent, determined to find Sock and work this out.

For his part, Sock is gloomily stitching up a torn decoration on his circus costume. He hasn’t bothered going inside his tent to do it, instead opting to sit outside under the cloudy sky. No one else is around to see him sew and, honestly, the weather fits his mood.

He still feels attacked by Zucchini's comments, but his anger has long faded. He’d spent the last few days being plagued by memories of the hard times, fighting to keep his overcast disposition from Katt and Baaang during rehearsals. He’s not sure how well he did. He’s found himself roaming around the circus encampment at night, ruminating. Even now, stitching up his costume, his mind is a million miles away. His hands are on autopilot, which is why before long he pricks his finger on the needle.

"Ow!" He sticks the tip of his finger in his mouth and sets his costume to the side. Firmly back in the present, Sock glares down at the needle. It’s his own fault, but it feels good to lay the blame elsewhere.

Zucchini is wandering around outside, thinking about where Sock could be, when he hears an exclamation that he’s sure belongs to Sock. Not knowing if he’s in trouble or not, Zucchini rushes over to the source of the sound.

“Sock? Sock! Are you okay?” Zucchini sees him, sitting outside his tent with his costume and a needle and thread in hand. By the time he realizes Sock isn’t being attacked it’s too late and he can’t take back his question.

Sock looks up wide-eyed, with his finger still in his mouth. He quickly pulls it out, realizing he probably looks silly.

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine." Sock grabs his stuff and moves to get up. He's sure Zucchini is still mad at him, and isn’t in the mood for another fight.

“Hey, wait! Don’t--don’t go. I, uh, was looking for you.” Zucchini looks at the ground, feeling awkward now that he’s actually in front of Sock. He kicks a stray pebble.

"...Oh. What do you need?"

“Well, I, uh, um. I wanted to. To apologize, again. I’m not sure what I said to make you so angry, but I wanted to try and make it right. If you’ll let me?” Zucchini doesn’t mean for the last part to come out like a question, but his nerves tilt his voice up anyway.

Sock sighs. "It's not your fault."

“Okay… Are we good then?” Zucchini desperately wants to know what was up, but he also doesn’t want to pry. He feels like if he asks Sock will get angry again, and he’d rather that not happen.

"Yeah, sure," Sock’s voice still lacks enthusiasm. "We're good."

Zucchini picks up on Sock’s mood but doesn’t know what to do about it. He’s never been good with...feelings, and it doesn’t seem like he’ll pick up the skill any time soon. Instead, he tries out a different skill: changing the subject. “Um...so! How’s sewing up your costume going?”

Sock flops back onto his seat and puts his head in his hands. How is sewing going? He’d stabbed himself because he can’t do anything right, that's how it's going! He definitely can’t tell Zucchini that, so he chooses to say nothing.

“Sock? You okay over there?” Zucchini suddenly realizes this may, perhaps, be a sore subject. “It looks good so far!”

"Thanks," Sock mumbles into his hands. He lifts his face enough to look at Zucchini.

“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t know shit about sewing. This is miles better than anything I could ever do.” Zucchini grins sheepishly. “The best I’ve ever done with needles is a crappy patch job on some old trousers. My sister laughed at me over it for weeks.”

"I didn't know you had a sister." Sock brings his hands back down.

“Oh, yeah. Younger sister. We’re not what you would call...close.” Zucchini makes a face.

"Ah." Sock nods. An uncomfortable silence soon falls over them. Sock taps his foot, unable to sit still with the awkward tension.

“Your sister seems nice, though! Katt, right?” Zucchini remembers her name just barely. “What’s she like?”

"She is pretty nice, at least most of the time. She does tend to think she knows better than everyone else, though. It's pretty annoying."

“Huh. She sounds...pretty normal, actually. Lucky you.” Zucchini grins, trying his damndest to break the tension.

"I'd say she's the luckier one,” Sock says promptly. Then, realizing how that sounds, quickly adds, “not that I’m saying I'm the better sibling, that's not what I'm saying! Well… I am the better sibling, but that's not the point…"

Zucchini laughs. “Uh huh, no, please, go on.” He raises his eyebrows in expectation, grin now firmly plastered across his face.

"I'm just saying that because I'm here, she doesn't have to worry about so many things while she's still young. That's all."

“Oh. That’s, uh, good.” Zucchini has no idea what he’s talking about. “I don’t think my younger sister has worried about anything, ever. She causes the worry if anything.”

Sock hums softly in response. "I hope Katt never does have to worry. I hope I can be here for her, at least until Baaang can take care of her." He stares off into the distance.

Zucchini, trying to parse through Sock’s meaning, says the first thing that pops into his head. “She can’t take care of herself?” He then realizes that maybe that’s a rude thing to say and tries to backtrack. “I mean--! Um, that’s not what I meant. I’m...not sure what I meant but I’m sure it wasn’t how that sounded.”

Sock chuckles. "I understand what you mean. Katt can take care of herself, I know that, but she should never have to."

“I...see. Fair enough, I guess. You’re really protective of her, aren’t you?”

"Of course! She's my baby sister! It’s been my job to protect and provide for her since I was 13."

Zucchini, continuing his streak of speaking without thinking, asks, “What about your parents?”

Sock looks down. "Our mother died."

“Oh. I’m...I’m sorry.” Zucchini almost doesn’t want to ask, but he’s come this far. “And...your dad?”

"...I don't know."

“You don’t know? Did he run off somewhere?”

Sock throws his hands in the air. "I don't know!"

“Got it, got it! Sorry I asked. So, you’ve been raising Katt on your own then, huh.”

"Basically."

“Wow. That must’ve been hard.”

"Yeah. It was."

Zucchini can hear the conversation taking a turn and tries to steer it somewhere better. “It...it looks like you did a good job, though, even with the tough circumstances.”

Sock smiles sadly at Zucchini. "Thanks."

Zucchini sits on the ground next to Sock, thinking about what to say next. “So, uh, you sew? I don’t think I knew that about you.”

"Oh. Yeah, I can. It’s whatever." Sock picks up his costume again, but doesn't start working on it. He’s ready for whatever Zucchini will throw at him next. If he has to get up and walk away again, he will.

“That’s really cool! I can’t do anything like that. Seems my hands are made for destruction, mostly.” Zucchini laughs a bit. “Could you...teach me? I think the circus’ seamstress is getting tired of seeing me all the time.”

Sock stares wide-eyed at Zucchini. He thinks sewing is cool AND he wants to learn? He waits a beat for the punchline but, when none comes, he scrambles to his feet, heading for his tent. "Oh, um, sure. One sec…" Sock enters his tent, emerging a few moments later with another needle and a piece of scrap fabric.

“Great, thanks.” Zucchini eyes the fabric. “So, what do I do first?”

Sock instructs Zucchini on how to thread the needle. This takes some doing, especially since it seems Zucchini’s depth perception is off. Sock tries a few methods of teaching, finally landing on something that works for Zucchini, with plenty of words of encouragement. After he gets the hang of it, Sock starts showing him how to stitch. He grabs his costume to demonstrate, sewing a neat line of stitches from one end of the other.

Zucchini isn’t very good at this. He follows along with Sock, trying to get the hang of it, but his hands fumble over the tiny needle and he sticks himself a few times. Maybe more than a few times. With quite a bit of cursing thrown in. Not to mention, by the time he finishes up his line it’s nowhere near as neat as Sock’s. “You make it look so easy!”

"Sorry?" Sock says with a laugh.

Zucchini sighs loudly. “Argh! Okay, show me how you did that again.”

Sock holds the needle carefully between his thumb and forefinger. He pushes it into the edge of his costume's neckline, pulling it through the other end. With the same precision, he takes the needle back around and pushes it in again, just next to the first stitch, doing that a few more times until a seam starts to take shape. He makes sure to keep himself calm, focusing on the needle’s path.

Zucchini tries again, attempting to mimic Sock’s demeanor. Unfortunately, calm and collected isn’t Zucchini’s style, and he stitches another crooked line through his fabric. “At least it can be recognized as a line this time…” He shakes his head. He tries again and again, his lines zigzagging across his fabric.

Sock recognizes Zucchini’s struggle and reaches out to rest a hand on his shoulder. "It takes a while. Don't force yourself to learn faster than you're able to."

“Yeah, alright.” Zucchini snorts and puts the fabric down. “It’ll take me years at this rate, I can feel it.”

"Here, let’s try this a different way." Sock disappears into his tent, coming out with another scrap of fabric. He threads the needle and brings the fabric down to where Zucchini can easily see it. He holds out the needle for Zucchini to grab hold of, but doesn’t let go.

Zucchini, blinking in surprise, puts his hand on Sock’s holding the needle. He’s not sure what Sock’s plan is but is willing to trust him.

Sock, with Zucchini’s hand on his, pushes the needle through the fabric and grabs the other side of it, waiting for Zucchini to do so as well before pulling it through. He takes his time, going slower than he normally would to make sure Zucchini doesn’t rush. Zucchini still fumbles with the small needle at first but, eventually, they find a rhythm.

Zucchini stares at the neat line of stitches they’ve made together. “Oh, you were right. This is much easier. Thanks.”

Sock smiles brightly. "You’re very welcome!"

Zucchini realizes he’s still effectively holding Sock’s hand and pulls his own back quickly. “I, uh, I think I’ll try again now.” And he grabs his fabric and starts another line, eyes very focused on his task. He tries to go as slowly as Sock had, taking deep breaths when he feels his agitation growing. While he’s doing that, Sock finishes up the seam on his costume, and neatly folds it.

Zucchini finishes his stitches and puts the fabric down. They’re not perfect, but certainly better than what he’d made before. Proud of his work, he pulls out his pocket sundial and checks the time, shooting up once he reads it.

“Oh, shit! I’m about to be late for rehearsal, Pepper’s going to kill me! Sorry Sock, gotta run, but thank you for this!” He jogs away, taking the scrap of fabric with him and heading for the practice tent.

Sock watches him run, tilting his head as his eyes follow him. "Huh. Not bad."

#the boys crack open a cold one and it's an underground crime organization #atla au #zukka au #the zukka is coming along!#zuko #sokka #prince zuko #sokka of the southern water tribe #fix writes with friends #fanfic

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darkhymns-fic · 5 years ago

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The Cutest Maid for Me

After suffering a humiliating fishing defeat, Estelle needed some cheering up. And Joshua only knew one way he could do that, no matter that it was a little embarrassing...

Fandom: Trails in the Sky/Sora no Kiseki Characters/Pairing: Estelle Bright/Joshua Bright Rating: G Mirror Link: AO3 Notes: Written for @taco-night-frenzy who I love dearly. It was her birthday yesterday! So here’s a gift of Trails! (Estelle is very fun).

The road to mastery was never easy. It was full of hardship, doubts and sometimes even pain. But Estelle had known her share of all of that – and she would achieve all she could despite whatever setbacks would come her way.

She threw out her fishing line with an expert flick, grinning in satisfaction when the hook made a soft plunk! as it bobbed onto the lake’s surface. “Ha! Beat that, Lloyd!”

The man standing next to Estelle on the dock, an expert fisherman that she had run into more times than she could count, rubbed his chin. His bushy moustache caught the sun's rays, burnishing it with a deep azure. “Hmm…impressive. You have a good wrist there. Nice arc on the line, and the bait is reaching deep enough into the water but not too much.”

“Heh,” Estelle huffed out with a smirk, one hand on her hip as she held the fishing pole in the other. She was already a master after all. The Fisherman’s Guild had recognized her talents long ago! But it seemed that one of their members wanted to put her to the test still.

Valleria Lake was no stranger to Estelle or to Lloyd. It was here where they had met each other long ago, back when Estelle had been a much lower-rank Bracer, and when Lloyd was just another regular fisherman. The Kingfisher Inn had been on the way for her and Joshua’s travels, and they had decided to rent out a room there, happy with some of the memories it brought them, as well as their much needed rest from so much traveling across Zemuria.

It seemed to be fate that she and Lloyd would meet again here at this very same place.

“Flattery isn’t going to save you.” With a turn to the fisherman, Estelle Bright, B rank Bracer and Legendary Angler, tried to give the man some hope. “But it has been a while since I seriously fished. Currently out doing my Bracer duty and all. Takes up my time a lot.”

Lloyd nodded, taking in her words with the utmost solemnity. “I apologize for interrupting you with this Angler’s Duel. It brings me back to when you were only a rookie… To see how far you’ve come!”

Estelle was not only the best at being a Bracer and being a fisher, but also at humbleness. She was humble as hell! Estelle started to laugh good-naturedly, to show off more of that humble nature of hers! “I’ve grown up! And I’ve learned plenty along the way!”

The last time she and Lloyd had dueled, she had been more hesitant, a bit greener around the gills as it were. (That was a fishing pun! She knew these things now because she was a fisher). But after all her experiences and finally finding Joshua, Estelle was confident, and of course much stronger. As proof, she was already feeling a nibble on her line! But she restrained from going ahead and reeling it in just yet. With that same smirk, she let the catch slip away, the ripples of its escape dancing across the water’s surface.

Lloyd was understandably confused. “Why didn’t you go and catch it? You had it!”

“It was just a small-fry. I’m here to get bigger game.” Estelle turned back to Lloyd with her most humble grin. “And I wanted to give you a head-start! Now you should show me what you’ve learned over this last year!”

Estelle may have also felt a bit competitive lately. Joshua would rarely fish with her as it was, even now! Maybe Lloyd would give her a challenge that she’d been lacking!

On their last duel, Lloyd had been fired up as they competed, but he had also floundered (another pun!), missing multiple catches in a row, allowing Estelle to claim sweet victory. But even if he had improved, she knew she could be better.

Lloyd stared hard at the lake, still rubbing his chin, his moustache absolutely brimming with energy. It was amazing how little the fisherman had changed at all for the past year. He even wore the exact same clothes! She recognized that green jacket, his leather belt, those brown pants…were those even the same shoes?

“Fair warning, Estelle. While you’ve been busy…I’ve been honing my own skills!” And there it was, that fiery look in the man’s eyes, that drive to fish to the max! At first, Estelle thought these fisher guys were a little weird, but she understood completely now.

“Then show me what you got!” she goaded on with a laugh. No matter that she let her line sink a bit into the water, that her form was more relaxed. She had this!

“Gladly!” That was when Lloyd went to his side of the pier, walked over to the fishing rack with multiple rods placed alongside each other…

…and pulled out two of them. Both of them crafted to perfection, their wood carefully polished, and their lures as bright as any scrumptious bait that the fish would be hungering for.

“My double fishing technique is going to leave you out to dry!” Lloyd stated proudly. “You’ll have to catch up to me now!”

Estelle blinked, her humble grin completely wiped from her face. “Wait…wait, two? You can have two? Isn’t that against the rules?” The Fisherman’s Guild had rules, didn’t it?

“This is an advanced technique proposed by Mister Fisher himself!” Lloyd waggled his thick mustache in pride, then whipped out both rods towards the giant lake. “Hiyaaaa!”

Estelle had not been prepared for this at all. She floundered (no!!) with her own fishing pole, just able to grab at it before it fell into the water. She then turned to Lloyd with a grimace. “I’ve been away from the Guild for over a year! I didn’t get any news about using double fishing rods!” Was Lloyd trying to trick her? It would make sense, as it would be the only way to beat her…

Lloyd faced the lake with that same fire in his eyes, one fishing rod in each hand. Already the lines were pulling on both! So fast!

“Better not just stand there gawking now!” Lloyd said. “Or I’ll be winning this duel in style!”

“How can you fish with two fishing rods!? How are you even going to reel them in? It makes no sense!” It would be like if Estelle used two staffs instead of one! Their weight would hinder her and would make it harder to do her moves! Sure, Joshua used two swords to fight but swords were different and he was always weird about stuff like that anyway…

Lloyd though, seemed to have no trouble with his catch. With another triumphant shout, he stepped back on the pier, and pulled on both rods with a flourish. The water, from where the lures were descended into, burst upwards in a glorious array of colors. The sun caught the droplets, fell onto Lloyd’s hair and moustache, all as the fishing lines curled around him, as if they were a part of him...

From both hooks hung two wiggling basses. Lloyd stood tall. “Now see if you can beat that! I gave it my all, and now got my all twice-over!”

Estelle blinked. “Muh? But those are just- argh! Never mind! You’re on, buster!” She took her fishing rod in both hands, gripping it as she would with her staff, and readied herself for her next move.

She wasn’t going to lose!

It was only an hour later before the door to Joshua’s and Estelle’s room in the Kingfisher Inn opened so forlornly that Joshua had barely noticed it at first. Except well, that wasn’t entirely true. Trained to be a hyperaware killing machine, he noticed it right away actually. It was just…it had opened so pathetically he didn’t even feel he had to be on his guard.

And going by the soft footsteps, Joshua had already known who it was.

“Is everything alright, Estelle?” he asked. Seated at a small table next to the window, he closed the book he had been reading. The fascinating history between the exotic fruit traders of the Calvard Republic and the Erbonian Empire would have to wait. “I was getting worried.”

Estelle’s position was so slouched, she might as well have been dragging her head across the floor. As it was though, it was mostly her twin ponytails, probably catching every piece of dirt and lint on the way. “Joshua…”

He got up, now overly concerned. Eyes hard, he knelt before Estelle, grasping her shoulders. “Did you get hurt?” Was it the agents of Ouroboros? Or had Estelle found Renne but couldn’t get her back? “Tell me what happened.”

She collapsed to the floor, knees tucked underneath her. It seemed that all of her previous zest for life had completely left her. How could someone extinguish her light so easily? “…Joshua…”

He gripped her shoulders tighter. “Estelle…please tell me.”

She finally raised her eyes to him, on the verge of tears. “I…I lost!”

“Lost what? Did you…?” So she must have found Renne then. Estelle would feel so guilty at losing her already-

“The Angler’s Duel! I lost!” Estelle’s once broken voice was then tinged with disbelief, a pout in her tone that Joshua could recognize anywhere.

“…You lost a duel?” Joshua questioned, then sighed. The fire in his amber eyes cooled instantly. “Is this just about fishing?”

“It’s not just that!” Estelle than stood up, leaving his hold. “I didn’t just lose a fishing duel! I lost my reputation!” With a frustrated groan, she sat on the bed, muttering under her breath. “Stupid…two rods…not even fair…”

Joshua got up from the floor as well. At least it hadn’t been anything too serious. “You’ll get over it. Why don’t you have something to eat at least?”

“I’m not even hungry!” Estelle whined, obviously lying but Joshua would let her ride that anger out until her stomach started growling at any moment. “I just wanna sleep and forget it all…Leave me to wallow in my shame…” With another sigh, Estelle let herself fall backwards onto the bed to finally sleep away her defeat at the hands of Lloyd, already feeling drowsy while halfway to the pillow…

“Estelle, watch out!”

Bam!

“Owww!!” Estelle sat up instantly, clutching the back of her head in pain. The metal rim of the bed’s headboard had a nice big dent from where her skull had collided into it at full speed. “Why was that even there?!”

“We’ve been sleeping in this bed for the past few nights, you should already know by now…” Joshua sat next to her, massaging the back of her head with his hands. “There, there…”

“Waaa…what if my skull is broken?”

“It’s not broken.” Joshua gave her head a gentle pat. “You’ve got the thickest skull in all of Zemuria.”

“…You’re not that great at comforting, you know.”

“I know.”

As Joshua rubbed that forming bump on Estelle’s head (wouldn’t be the first time either), he could feel Estelle beginning to wind down from earlier. “Since when do you want to skip out on dinner? Come on, we can get you something from the downstairs kitchen.”

And for a moment, Estelle looked as if she would listen. It would be nice just to eat together, especially after all of their hard traveling throughout the continent, searching for any traces of Renne where they could. This familiar inn by Valleria Lake was supposed to be their moment of rest, and he was going to make sure Estelle got that.

She gazed up at him, that bump on her head almost like a halo with the way it framed her…It was really that big. Maybe Joshua needed to get Estelle to a doctor…

“Hey, Joshua…You know what would make me happy?” Estelle said, interrupting his thoughts. Her eyes were as bright as the sun, the same sun that had shone through his seemingly everlasting darkness.

He knew exactly what she was asking for then.

Joshua lowered his eyelids halfway, distant and empty of all meaning. His hands slid from her head, hanging now from his sides. “No.”

“Come onnn!” Estelle placed her fists underneath her chin, as excited as a kid who just caught a gigantic, wriggling, completely disgusting beetle in her bare hands. “It’ll be great!”

“I can’t keep doing this for you every time you get sad, Estelle.”

“But I’m injured! Look!” She ducked her head, showcasing more of that bump that poked through her hair. “Looook!!”

“I’m looking! Now please stop!” Joshua lost his cool demeanor. With Estelle, he could barely keep it up for very long. “…Do I really have to do this for you?”

“But you like it too, Joshua!”

He sighed in long-suffering defeat. Joshua knew when to pick his battles, and with Estelle, there was just no winning. Not when she looked at him like that. “Fine. Give me a minute then.”

“Yay!” Estelle reached out to hug him, her pain of past losses (and actual pain) already leaving her so quickly. “You’re the best!”

“I’m only wearing it for a little while! I don’t want anyone seeing it…” With that proclamation, Joshua went to the window and pulled the curtains closed. The sun outside was shut out, with no more view of the grand lake.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed, Joshua! It looks good on you!”

Joshua could control every action of his body – even down to the very core temperature. But not when it came to Estelle. He was weak to everything she threw at him; from puppy dog eyes to the multiple bugs she had literally thrown at his face. He could already feel his face burning a bright red. “Estelle, come on…”

She was grinning, already looking very excited, and he couldn’t let her down. Not after everything she did for him.

“…Don’t take pictures this time,” Joshua said before he went to an extra room in the back, quickly pulling out a dark garment from one of their packs. “I mean it.”

“Oh fiiine,” Estelle said, but she was still smiling just before he turned away to change.

She really had him wrapped around her finger, didn’t she?

Even though only a few minutes passed, Estelle easily got impatient. Even more so now with the throbbing on her head. That bump really hurt! These beds were clearly a safety hazard. The Kingfisher Inn needed to get their standards up for sure! But she would fulfill her Bracer duties later on. Right now, she only wanted one thing!

“Joshua!” Estelle yelled. She had gone to seat herself at the table, pushing whatever book was on there more to the side, more away from her. (She had looked through it earlier and saw no pictures, so it wasn’t that important anyway).

“Hold on!” She heard Joshua call from the back. “This isn’t the easiest thing to put on…”

“I can help!” she said ecstatically. “Want me to help?”

“No!”

“Aw…”

But Joshua didn’t keep her waiting long. Finally the door to the back room opened. Estelle was practically vibrating on her seat, her twin ponytails nearly perked up the same way animal ears tended to do…

“Uh, are…you sure you’re alright?” Joshua asked. He pressed down on the front of the maid’s dress, looking shy as he did so. The material was pitch black, decorated with white frills alongside its sleeves and the hem, which was outfitted with a white apron on the front. He looked exactly like how he did back at Grancel Castle when they had to be in disguise, only lacking the long-haired wig he had worn last time. But it didn’t detract from his presentation at all. “That bump on your head looks like it’s getting bigger.”

Estelle waved away any health concerns. “Psh, I’m fine! I’m better than ever!” She was too busy looking over at Joshua in his maid’s uniform, complete with the white cap. “I just need my maid to serve me my food!”

Joshua closed his eyes, and in his arms brought up a picnic basket that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. “Of course…Lady Estelle…”

“Hehe, yeah!” She pumped her fist in the air. This was great!

“But seriously, I’m not even sure how you were able to keep these maid outfits at all.” He looked down again at what he wore, down to the prim stockings and shining shoes with the heels just a tad too high for him. “These are supposed to only belong to Grancel Castle.”

“It’s a secret technique!” Estelle said with a wink, careful to not let slip the fact that the simple act of asking the other maids for spare clothes had been the solution. But she was too busy staring hard at pretty Joshua and the food he carried just for her! When he dared to walk closer to her, she then tugged on the hem Joshua’s dress, pulling him nearer. “C’mere!”

“Estelle, stop! I’m gonna trip!” Joshua complained, still struggling with the stockings he had put on. But despite being expertly trained ever since at a young age, he apparently could not sidestep quick enough to avoid landing right in Estelle’s lap, picnic basket bouncing over his knees.

“Hehe, got you just where I want ya!” she said gleefully. “Remember to feed me!”

“Well, can you at least hold still?” Despite his complaints, his voice had been soft, and his actions even more demure. He reached into the picnic basket he still held onto…and pulled out a big steak and cheese sandwich that honestly didn’t look to be fit for human consumption.

“You even got me my favorite!” Estelle purred, squeezing Joshua to her chest. “Thank you, thank you!”

“It’s kinda hard to feed you when you’re holding onto me tight…” Joshua was able to free himself from her arms, then held up the big sandwich to her, trying to not let any of the condiments fall out of its loose hold. “Uh, dig in?”

Something about this meant something much more to Estelle than just satisfying her hunger (although that was a big plus).

When they had been in small town, seeming so long ago, Estelle had felt so content seated next to Joshua on the bench, eating the freshly-prepared sandwiches they had gotten earlier from the market. She hadn’t realized the extent of her feelings then, even as she caught the soft catch of the light reflected in Joshua’s eyes, memories caught in amber. Because Joshua knew and remembered so much, more than she had been able to. Unlike her, he had always known.

She had got to be so up-close to him as she force-fed him their food, something about that moment engraving itself into her very heart. She wanted it to stay locked their forever.

Joshua still had those same eyes, though accompanied by a gentle blush on his cheeks. He looked away, towards the floorboards that connected to the far-right wall of their room. “Why are you staring so much, Estelle?”

Even his voice could always take away her breath so easily, but she was able to stay upright, to stay in control (even if her head still felt a little woozy), all while carrying the boy she loved in her lap. “Because I want to! Do you not like it?”

“I mean if you’re thinking weird things about me, then maybe.”

That only served to tickle Estelle, swinging her legs all excitedly as she continued to hold Joshua. “Not that weird! Maybe a little!” And before he could question it, Estelle could no longer resist. She took a huge chomp right out of the sandwich Joshua held out to her, leaning forward enough to catch the look of utter surprise on his face. It was even cuter when he was in the maid outfit!

“Ow! Estelle, you just bit my fingers!”

“Mmph? Somphy!” Estelle apologized through a muffled mouth. The sandwich was still good though!

“It’s…fine…” Joshua sighed again, but he hadn’t shifted from her lap. He continued holding the sandwich, closing his eyes, trying his best to stay peaceful. “I’m getting used to it.”

“I didn’t bite that hard this time!” Estelle said after swallowing her food. “Give me another! And don’t we have some cookies in there too?”

The time passed peacefully, for Estelle at least. After already scarfing down the sandwich and only biting at Joshua’s fingers two more times, they both started to share some chocolate chip cookies. Estelle felt like she was flying high in an airship, eating scrumptious cookies right out of Joshua’s hand. And she was more careful with her teeth this time!

After a while, Joshua looked to be at more ease, but every so often, he’d stare at Estelle, looking ready to speak but then pressing his lips together firmly. After about the fifth time, she had to ask him about that.

“What’s wrong, Joshua?” she said, spilling crumbs from her mouth. “Is the dress too tight?”

“It…Well, kinda.” He shook his head, all while brushing aside the crumbs to keep Estelle from making a mess. “Just, you haven’t really ever explained why you keep wanting me to wear this.”

“Hm, why not though? It’s fun!” Estelle’s face glowed with pride. “Is it because I can’t match with you? Maybe next time I can buy a pair!”

“It’s not that… And, you didn’t really answer my question.” Here, Joshua acted a bit more serious, or as serious as he could, still perched on Estelle’s lap. “Can you please tell me?”

It made Estelle think for a moment, even as she continued to chew on her cookie. It did give her a moment to think on it, and after a while, a soft smile broke through.

“I just think it’s nice…Because, well, maybe you haven’t noticed, but usually you’re the one that gets me all flustered instead.” Estelle’s cheeks brightened at the mention of it, remembering all those times when Joshua would nearly leave her speechless, turning all her thoughts into mush. “I’m so weak when I’m with you…like, in a good way, but still..”

She reached to take one of his hands with her, raising up her gaze to meet his eyes. “And now look at you! You’re like putty in my hands! Or my lap, I guess. And I like that. I like that I know that I can affect you the same way. It makes me feel even closer to you.”

Joshua was quiet as she spoke, still sitting quite easily on her lap, hands clasped together neatly as Estelle held on. He was really pulling off this look well. “Estelle…”

The wolfish grin she sported should have warned him then. She leaned in for a quick kiss on his cheek. “There!”

Stammering, blushing, and all around red in the face, Joshua was the complete opposite of his usual calm self. “E-Estelle!”

“What? You do that to me plenty!” To demonstrate further, Estelle leaned in to kiss Joshua’s other cheek, tapping her Stregas on the floor as she did so. “See?”

“I’m…not used to this…” he admitted. “And without the wig, I just look stupid. I really don’t understand how you like this.”

Estelle tilted her head, then shrugged. “I dunno. I just do! You look cute!” She poked at his sides then. “And so shy too!”

“Y-you know I’m ticklish there!”

“Yeah, exactly!” And she kept going, kept tickling to Joshua’s protests before she started to slow down slightly. “But maybe…stop spinning around so much, you know…”

“Estelle?”

“Ehe…” With her goofy grin, Estelle leaned in once more, looking like she was about to kiss him on the lips right then and there. Not that they haven’t already. Joshua had even been the one to take her first kiss too. But now it seemed like she would do the same almost…

Of course Estelle ended up falling backwards on the floor, bringing Joshua down with her.

His reflexes came in time to get him moving, to get to his feet and grab Estelle before she would hit her head against the floor. “Hey! What’s wrong?” he asked, genuine worry in his voice, his dark locks frayed about his head as he looked at her with concern.

“…I may or may not have a concussion,” Estelle said with a lazy wink. “Hehe…”

“Estelle, that’s not funny! We need to get you to a doctor. There should be one in town.” Joshua went to carry her up in his arms with a groan. As he cradled her head, carefully keeping it level, he looked at with her with maid-like disapproval. ��You’re so troublesome sometimes…”

“I’m not troublesome…I’m Estelle!” She shook her head, her smile just a bit lop-sided. “Maybe it’s you that needs a doctor instead…”

“Alright, sure. Come along, Miss Troublesome.” Joshua headed straight for the door to their room, reaching to unlock it. “Try not to fall asleep, okay?”

“Hey…you’re still wearing the maid’s dress, you know?” she pointed out, even as the room was definitely getting all spinny now. “Thought you didn’t want people to see…”

“We shouldn’t waste any time. You need to get checked up.” But she saw that blush on his cheeks, even as he tried to play himself off as the cool Joshua Bright that she knew since childhood. “And it’s not so bad anyway…can move pretty freely in this.”

Estelle could feel the smile on her face. Maybe it was too wide and manic if she went from Joshua’s worried expression, but it didn’t matter. She laid her head against his shoulder, knowing that no matter what, he would always be there for her.

#trails in the sky #sora no kiseki #joshua bright #estelle bright #fanfiction #one shot

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Year 2 Part 7- Second Attempt

Hey, guys. I’m sorry for those of you who were waiting for me to update my story. Quarantining ironically has given the worst bout of creative lapse I’ve ever experienced. The next one will come much sooner. Everyone stay safe and I hope you enjoy as always!

David’s fears proved to be correct about the holidays- they were agonizingly slow and his parents pestering didn’t help matters. And by “parents” that basically meant his mother, who wanted to know everything from his classes, to his friends, right down to the kind of shampoo he was using on a daily basis. On top of that, it was their turn to host Christmas dinner this year and that meant spending time with the MacMillans, who were a lively bunch to say the least. Unlike the Grants, that particular clan had quite a few aunts, uncles, and cousins, some of which he had barely spoke to before. At the very least, it allowed him some breathing room from his mother.

His return to Hogwarts was a welcome resumption of the ongoing goal- getting into the vault and breaking the curse. Dumbledore was back again, but only a week and a half into January he was gone again, presumably on the same business that had kept him away in the first place.

In other words, no one knew anything and the ice was still a problem.

There hadn’t been another student trapped since the incident before Christmas, but the sense of urgency increased all the same among the curse breaking crew. They were ready for another attempt but as always there were roadblocks. And not just from teachers or Filch. For David, the Slytherins continued to be a thorn in his side, none more so than Merula who clearly had designs of her own. This was encapsulated by a simple hallway interaction.

Rushing to Charms with a sandwich stuffed in his mouth, he suddenly felt himself lurch forward and tumble to the ground.

“ARGH!”

Checking that he hadn’t choked or broken anything, David dusted himself off and saw Merula Snyde standing a few feet away.

Why am I not surprised?

“Really? The trip jinx?” he spoke in a bored tone.

A falsely sweet smile crossed the Slytherin girl’s face.

“Sorry, it was the only way to get your attention.”

“You could have just said my name like any other normal person.”

Merula gave a half shrug to indicate her general indifference.

“Guess you were moving too fast. Anyway, quit whining, Grant, that’s not the reason I need to talk to you.”

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” he asked sarcastically.

“It’s about your brother.”

David eyed her carefully.

“What about him?”

“Why do you think he was so obsessed with the vaults?”

It was an attempt to glean information out of him. Merula lacked subtlety and it was evident by the greedy look in her eyes.

“All you ever do is go on about my brother and what a mad nutter he was. Why should I tell you anything?”

“Because I know where he is,” she replied simply with the air of someone dangling a carrot at the end of a pole. “And I know what happened to him.”

David wasn’t stupid. He knew that even if Merula knew what happened to his brother, such information wouldn’t come without a price. Part of him seriously considered it, however. The child of Death Eaters was probably privy to an inner circle he wasn’t familiar with. On the other hand, the second year Slytherin practically lived to manipulate people.

“What do you want in exchange?” he asked.

“Now you’re catching on. I’ll tell you what I know if you tell me more about what you found on the vaults. Promise me that and you have a deal.”

The longing David felt reared its ugly head once more, telling him that no information was too valuable to give up in order to find Jacob. But that was the whole point of the vaults in the first place. It was a risk, but he trusted that finding them would prove to be more useful in locating his brother than whatever Merula had to say. For all he knew, she could be lying.

No, it wasn’t worth it.

“I’m not promising anything,” he said flatly. “Do you really think I’d trust you after all the times you’ve lied to me and everyone else?”

“It’s your loss,” Merula said with an eyeroll. “Or do Gryffindors know nothing about the art of compromise?”

“I don’t compromise knowing that the minute I turn my back you’re going to stab it. And don’t think I’ve forgotten you sent Ismelda to attack me last November.”

He expected her to give him another snarky comment or even threaten him with another attempt on his person. But to his surprise, Merula looked puzzled.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb, Merula. I know it was on your orders.”

“I told her to follow you, not attack you,” Merula replied. “Whatever happened, I didn’t tell her to do it.”

David remained suspicious, but the expression on his rival’s face betrayed no lie or manipulation. It appeared she truly had no knowledge of what transpired until now.

“Whatever,” he muttered slinging his bag over his shoulder. “Just tell Ismelda if she wants to actually hit a moving target, she may have to consider seeing with two eyes instead of one.”

He turned and began walking away but not before one last warning from Merula.

“Have it your way then, Grant. My offer still stands. From what I hear, your brother won’t survive much longer…”

David had to resist turning back around and firing off a curse at her face.

She’s goading you, don’t react. That’s what she wants. Jacob is fine…Jacob is fine….

He repeated these words in his head over and over until he reached Charms, wondering that if he said it enough times, he’d start to believe it.

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Thankfully, the day wasn’t completely ruined by the conversation with Merula. Rowan and Ben were in the library, but Bill had personally invited him to the courtyard for what he termed a “sparring session”. He hadn’t dueled the elder Weasley since he taught him a few spells in his first year, but he figured there was a good reason for it.

The day was brisk- cold but sunny and no wind. In other words, it was going to be the best kind of weather you could get in Scotland during January. Daylight was scarce so they met during lunch hour.

“I don’t need to tell you that we’re entering the vault soon,” Bill told him as they crunched across the snow laden courtyard.

“We have to break into it before the ice strikes again,” David nodded. “The school goes back to normal and problem solved.”

“I’m hesitant to ever call this place ‘normal’,” Bill chuckled. “Nevertheless, you’re right. The sooner this curse is broken the better. We’ve prepared for it as well as we can given the circumstances. But there’s one piece of business to take care of first.”

“A sparring session?”

“Correct. This goes beyond teaching you to defend yourself from a bully and if something happens to one of us, the other has to be ready to step in. So we’re going to duel each other for a few rounds just to see how far you’ve come.”

David agreed but he couldn’t but wonder if outcomes would be any different than they were last year when Bill had first trained him. He never managed to defeat the eldest Weasley, which was to be expected. However, if there was one thing David knew about himself, is that he was taking more pride every day in his dueling. Quite simply, he hated to lose.

The two took stances about fifteen feet apart from each other.

“Ready?” Bill asked him.

David gave one last icy breath before affirming.

“Give me your best shot.”

The first jinx was so quick out of the wand, David barely had time to duck out of the way. Indeed, it would set the tone for the first match as in the next five seconds, Bill had his wand spiraling into the air and caught it in his hand.

“That one doesn’t count,” David said lamely.

“Of course not,” Bill laughed. “Just like the next two won’t either.”

He wasn’t wrong. David performed better in their next two battles, firing off spells that kept Bill off balance, but still ended up on his behind both times.

Looks like Bill’s gotten better since last year as well, he lamented.

“Call me mental but I don’t think you were this good last year,” he said to Bill as he was pulled up on his feet.

“Neither were you. Your spellwork and quickness have all improved.”

“Don’t patronize me,” David said as he dusted off the snow from his jacket. “I swear to Merlin Madam Pomfrey’s going to have to put multiple bandages on my ass.”

The main issue was that though his spells were accurate, Bill was finding a way to essentially block them. His agility was better, but his opponent was a good deal taller with a far more experienced spell acumen.

“Alright, learning the shield charm definitely helped,” the red head conceded with a sly smile. “But don’t sell yourself short. I think you have what it takes to beat me. I’ve never seen a second year with your skill before.”

“You think so?”

Bill nodded in the affirmative.

“Sometimes, you have to think outside the box to beat an older more experienced opponent. Let’s go one more time.”

They went back to their respective positions and lined up once more, David racking his brains as he did so. If he couldn’t beat Bill the straight forward way as he had with Merula, another tactic was in order, something he wouldn’t see coming.

“Ready?” Bill called out.

They bowed and David rightly anticipated a disarming spell headed his way which he ducked to avoid. Feigning movement, he suddenly dropped low and pointed his wand just in front of Bill’s feet.

“Scintilla abitur!”

A burst of orange sparks shot out, momentarily distracting the elder Weasley as jumped to avoid them. Taking advantage of the lapse in time, David fired off his own disarming spell before his opponent’s shield went up.

“Expelliarmus!”

This time, it was David’s turn to catch a spinning wand from the air, grinning widely knowing he had finally bested the older Gryffindor. Bill couldn’t have looked more pleased.

“And that’s how it’s done,” he said. “The spark charm? Nice touch.”

“Found it in one of books Rowan lent me. ‘A Wizard’s Survival Guide to the Outdoors’. Supposed to help with kindling a fire without the risk of it spreading.”

“I told you,” Bill smiled. “It isn’t just about how many spells you know or how big you are. If you know how to move and press an advantage, you can win almost any time. Now let’s see your fire making spell one more time before we head in.”

David did so, casting a large amount of flame from his wind to demonstrate his full mastery.

“You got it. I reckon we’re ready to go into this vault tomorrow night.”

“Agreed. Best not to wait any longer. Merula came up to me today trying to pry more information.”

“She’s something else that girl,” Bill said shaking his head. “Makes me wonder though.”

A smirk began playing at the end of his lips, causing David to raise an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Nothing…I just think there may be more to this than meets the eye.”

“Spill it already. In plain English, please.”

“I think she fancies you.”

David, who at that point had pulled out a flask of water spit out whatever he had consumed.

“Are you out of your mind?! Don’t even joke about stuff like that.”

But Bill’s grin didn’t subside, if anything it grew wider.

“I’m just saying. She’s obsessed with you, mate. Always following you around trying to catch your attention. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she has a little crush.”

“Thank you for the ghastly attempt at making me lose my lunch but nice try,” David scoffed.

“What’s the matter? I’d say she’s pretty cute for a Slytherin girl,” Bill continued to tease.

“Keep talking and I’ll tell Charlie that I beat you today in a duel by using a spark charm.”

The red head feigned offense.

“Now that’s just low, Dave.”

They continued to joke and rib each other as they made their way inside to the warm fire of the Gryffindor common room. It was comforting in a way that David hadn’t felt in a long time. A sensation similar to that of an older brother teasing you…

It was only then that the desire to reach the vault intensified that much more for the young Gryffindor.

Stay strong, Pip, the memory echoed in his mind.

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The next night, preparations were made, and everything was accounted for. Bill and David would be the ones to enter the vault while Rowan stood guard as he was still a bit spooked from the last attempt. He was more than happy to allow the eldest Weasley take a stab at it this time. In order to fool the cantankerous caretaker and his mangy cat, they would use the same method as last time, namely tempting Mrs. Norris with milk spiked with a sleeping potion expertly brewed by Penny. Now that they knew the location of the vault and its defenses, it would give them enough time to hopefully break through it before Filch found out.

David wasn’t overly concerned that only Bill would be accompanying him, as his presence alone ensured a stronger chance of getting rid of this curse. But he was a tad disappointed Ben would not be going. Indeed, his friend remained timid and apprehensive of anything related to curse breaking which was not surprising given the ordeal he had suffered earlier in the year. The blond boy never did recall what happened to him or have any clue who ‘R’ was. Confidence was a fleeting thing as due to being both a second year and muggle born was seen as a soft target by the older students and Slytherins in general.

“You’re one of the bravest people I know, Dave,” Ben told him the night before. “This is something you were made for. I’m not. Plain and simple.”

Try as he might, David couldn’t convince Ben to come along and he didn’t push it too hard. He could hardly blame him for that, but he did hope to continue assisting his friend in other ways, chief among them his fear of well…everything.

So, that aside it was time to take another crack at the vault. Doing their best not to wake the fat lady and avoid any other teachers that happened to be patrolling that night, the trio of Bill, David, and Rowan slowly and quietly made their way towards the 13th corridor. Sure enough, Mrs. Norris was there prowling around in her usual manner, stopping to occasionally lick her paws.

“Got the milk, Rowan?”

“Right here.”

His best friend produced the bowl and proceeded to pour the purplish sleeping potion inside. From there all took it was a simple levitation charm to place it only a few spots away from the hated feline. Sure enough, Mrs. Norris spotted the bowl and greedily licked it dry. From there it only took about thirty seconds for her to wobble around in confusion until finally dropping to the floor in a heap.

“You know, we should really tell Tonks about this little trick,” David joked. “She’d have a good time I bet.”

Rowan rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, in detention.”

Bill took a brief downward glance at the now unconscious cat remarking dryly, “Never did like this thing. Tried to catch me when I was late for class in my first year.”

“Join the club,” David told him as he took out his wand. He racked his brain to try and locate the exact spot he needed to apply his power. In particular he tried to pick out the coldest spot.

“McGonagall mentioned the other day you had mastered vanishing and revealing spells,” Bill told him. “That’s really impressive considering there are some sixth years that haven’t mastered them yet.”

“It’s his best subject,” Rowan added. “Only one he gets better marks than I do.”

“I seem to recall you’re pretty rubbish on a broom compared to me.”

The Indian boy flushed.

“That doesn’t count.”

Chuckling good naturedly, David pointed his wand and envisioned a darkened staircase full of eerie old statues of knights and other such medieval symbols complete with an icy chamber at the end. Though it still took a few seconds and a couple of flickers, the entrance yielded itself.

“Whoa!” Bill exclaimed quietly.

“I know, we said the same thing first time we saw it.”

Rowan gave them a thumbs up.

“I’ll be on the lookout. That potion should knock Mrs. Norris out for a couple of hours but Filch may still be around just in case.”

“Thanks, mate.”

He turned to Bill for one last warning.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this? This is like nothing you’ve experienced before or probably ever will.”

“Not if I become a curse breaker,” Bill said with a wink before turning serious.

“Don’t worry, Dave I’ll be fine. There’s only so much you can prepare you. We have to do this.”

The young Gryffindor, despite anxiety over the negative possibilities nodded.

“As you may have noticed, the temperature is lower than average even by Scottish standards. We have to move as quickly as possible before it overcomes us. It nearly happened to Rowan and I the last time.”

“Got it,” Bill concurred. “Stay behind me so I know you’re safe.”

Without another word, the two boys headed up the stairs in a light jog to ensure the blood stayed warm whilst they broke the curse. As they entered the hall of knights, David began explaining to Bill what they needed to do.

“The main chamber is just ahead. Once we’re inside the door will probably begin firing freezing spells at us.”

“You weren’t kidding about this place,” Bill panted slightly. “I’ve experienced blizzards at the Burrow warmer than this.”

As they reached the entrance to the ice room, however, they found their pathway blocked by a wall of ice about ten feet high.

“That wasn’t there the last time,” David muttered. “This curse keeps getting stronger.”

Bill sized up the ice briefly.

“What do you make of it?”

“Must be the vaults defenses. I wish I knew who built them and why.”

“Time for that later, wands out,” he said. “You know what to do.”

Without hesitation they fired off simultaneous blasts of ‘incendio’ the large plumes of fire burning a hole large enough for an average man to walk through.

“Good enough. After you,” David gestured to Bill who obliged.

Upon arrival Bill threw out an arm to prevent him from going any further. His eyes cast a wondrous glance around the room. It was exactly the same as David remembered- resembling a vast ice castle (or igloo depending on one’s sense of humor) sparkling white and blue with vast amounts of snow. It also gave off a similar feeling as the hallway: that this was a place alive with ancient magic untapped for years by any witch or wizard.

But their focus quickly returned to the door, still guarded by an enormous snowflake shaped shield.

“Is that what attacked you and Rowan the last time?”

“Yup. Started firing off freezing charms as soon as we got too close.”

“That’s the mistake you made last time,” Bill counselled. “It attacked you before you had a chance to put up a proper fight.

“So what do you suggest?”

“Let’s approach it cautiously. We don’t want to set if off before we get a chance to attack. So let’s flank it on each side and cast fire at it when we’re ready.”

David at least felt slightly more confident about this than the last time he had been in here with Rowan. At the very least, they wouldn’t be naively approaching an unknown door without some kind of plan.

The two boys split up and approached from the right and left, careful not to make a sound other than the soft crunching of snow underneath their shoes. David tried to concentrate on putting his full power behind a fire blast but that was increasingly difficult with the bone chilling cold starting to creep into his veins. It was certainly more powerful than the last time and they had perhaps only minutes before they were forced to retreat.

“On three, Dave,” Bill gestured towards him.

David aimed his wand carefully at the shield.

“One…two….three!! Incendio!”

Fire issued forth and hit that door at full blast for a good five seconds. Before David could ask aloud if it worked, a luminescent glow began forming around the giant snowflake in front of the door.

That’s not good

It shot a freezing spell towards him, and the young preteen only just got out of the way as the projectile missed him by inches. Bill, however, was not so lucky. Being a bigger target. he could not avoid the wrath of whatever powers were protecting the vault and he was soon consumed from his lower body to his shoulders in ice.

“Bill!” David said running over, ducking another blast.

“It must have countered our incendio,” Bill uttered. “D-damn this is c-c-cold.”

“This didn’t happen to Rowan the last time this happened. I’ll get you out.”

“Be c-c-careful, Dave. Incendio can kill a person if you’re not careful.”

David thought for a split second. Casting fire would surely get the job done quicker but it was certainly more dangerous. The knockback jinx might do the trick but there was no telling if that would still work or how long it would take.

There was no time, he had to make a decision. In a rapid succession he cast three knockback jinxes to chip away massive chunks of the ice.

“Hurry, Dave!”

“I got you, Bill. You’re almost out.”

Dodging another blast from the vault’s defenses, David grabbed Bill’s hand and pulled as hard as he could, managing to pry him loose from the icy prison.

“Can you walk?”

“Forget walking! Run!”

The two boys made a beeline for the exit, squeezing through the hole they had created in the ice wall, which by now was no bigger than a dwarf, but crouching low they slipped by and took off running, the last of the freezing projectiles missing them by a few feet.

“Dave what-”

“No time to explain, just get to the Hospital Wing.”

Bill stopped, his teeth still shivering.

“No hospital wing, Dave.”

“But you’re freezing your ass off! That ice took Rowan three days to recover from.”

“Halloween is one thing b-but arriving at the Hospital Wing at midnight out of bed is just g-going to lead to more questions from the t-teachers. Get me b-back to Gryffindor Tower and get me c-close to a fire. I’ll be fine.”

They began to protest but the older teen shook his head.

“No use t-talking me o-out of it. Let’s g-go before we get c-caught.”

And off they went, the next ten minutes becoming something of a blur to David. True they had avoided getting caught once more but proper chances and time were running out. Clearly more research had to be done in order to break the seal on the vault.

Sitting by the roaring fire with cups of hot cocoa in hand, the trio didn’t say much but no one needed to. The collective feeling was mutual- cursebreaking was a lot harder than they thought.

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user-mania · 6 years ago

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"It would still be one of the best Christmas I'll have if it means, I'll be spending it with you".

So, I joined Good Omens Secret Santa. Also, Hi @tigerdog01 this is for you, and I really hope you like it! 💖 (@mabsgatos ) #GoodOmensSecretSanta

Genre: Fluff/Comedy

Summary: Aziraphale and Crowley doesn't have powers for a certain time.

Words: 2000+

Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale

Fandom: Good Omens

Warnings: Some cussing.

"Crowley, Please we can- we can still talk about this!"

"I'm sorry, Angel.."

"Crowley, Please. You don't have to do this!"

"There's no turning back, Angel. You lossst."

Uno

"I win!" Crowley stood up from his seat and shouted happily. Whilst the cherub angel pouted from his seat with his arms crossed at his chest. "Aw, Angel. No "Congratulationssss" for me?" Crowley teased with a smirk plasterd in his face.

"I'm not saying anything, Crowley." Aziraphale said as he put his hands besides him. "And as much as I hate to say it. This is the eleventh time you win this game!". Aziraphale said as he gestured his hands at the cards at the table. Third times a Charm, my ass. Aziraphale thought to himself grumpily. Crowley sensed the displeasure from the Angel. "Oh come on, Angel. Cheer-"

Clash!

Crowley statement got cut as they both whipped their heads to the sound they've heard from the distance. They both got up with a curious look in their faces. Neither of them look scared as they approached the location. As they got from their destination. Aziraphale lips frowned at the sight, whilst an amused expression plastered from the demon's face.

The Angel's favorite tea cup was shattered in pieces at the once clean floor. Aziraphale just sighed and started cleaning up. "If we just have our powersss we could have clean this messss in a blink of an eye!". Crowley hissed at the sight. He just then realized he was standing stupidly while Aziraphale clean up the mess. "Angel, let me help-".

"No worries, My dear boy. I could clean this up by myself. Although, I appreciate the gesture." Aziraphale said turning to Crowley with a small smile in his face. "I'm almost finish, anyway." He continued.

Not even a second, a sound of books falling down was heard next. Aziraphale was already internally crying. His favorite tea cup was one thing, but once you messed with his precious books. You might want to run for your life.

"Ngk. Erm, I'm going to see what was that. Just do what you're doing there, Angel." Crowley said as he went to the books, enough to hear Aziraphale's "Thank You".

For 6,000 years of.. Friendship. Crowley has enough knowledge when it comes to Aziraphale and his books. He wasn't decieved by the Angel's smile and closed eyes when he said "Thank you". Even if you have just met him today, you could still detect the venom lacing from his tone. As if he was saying "Go get the bastard who made my precious books fall, Crowley!".

The Demon run as fast as he could to catch the culprit that made his Angel cry inside. Wait, his Angel? Where did that come from? Crowley shooked his head as his thoughts went back from the culprit. He stopped at his tracks when he saw the sight. His spine shivers when he saw the pages got scratches and the hard copy of the books itself. Aziraphale wouldn't like this.. He thought, as he felt bad for the culprit who did this. Speaking of culprit, Crowley suddenly look around the place, when his eyes caught a black tail.

"What the.."

As Aziraphale finish cleaning up the mess. He sighed as he put the shattered white glasses in the trashcan. He usually doesn't have any favorite tea cups, it's just that Crowley gave him the white tea cup last Christmas to him, which made it very special than the rest.

He then went to Crowley, hopefully caught the culprit. He just prayed that his books were safe. As he arrived at his destination, he almost cried at the sight. "Oh Heavens."

He muttered to himself. His books were a mess. The pages were scattered at the floor and the hardbound were full of scratches. Wait, Scratches? He thought. The Angel immediately thought of the lot from below. This unnerved the Angel. If the one who did those things were from below, they are truly roast this time.

Aziraphale suddenly heard Crowley laughed in amusement. He went to where Crowley was, and to his surprise the demon was holding a cat. The cat's fur was black, and the slithered eyes are just the same color from Crowley's. "Look Angel! Look!". The Demon happily carried the cute black cat properly to let the Angel see. "He is cute, Crowley. But that doesn't make up for my books!" Aziraphale said with a sorrow tone in his voice. "She, Angel. The cat is a female." Crowley pointed out with a smile in his face. "That isn't the point, Crowley." Aziraphale said with a frown plastered in his face. "Oh come on, Angel. Cheer up! We'll have our powers back in what? Three days? Then I'll just snap my finger" Crowley said, as he snap his finger. "And there you have it.".

Aziraphale just sadly looked and sighed at him as he went where his books were to carefully grip it and put into a safe place. He made a mental note to himself that he'll just let Crowley do his "demonic miracle" when their powers come back. "Oh!" Crowley exclaimed, catching Aziraphale's attention. The cat jumped out of Crowley's arms. "I just have a perfect idea. I'll be back, Angel!" The Demon said as he slap himself mentally as he had almost spit out "Love you" at the end of his statement. He gripped the handle as the sound of opening and closing of the door was heard throughout the bookshop.

"Guess I'm stuck with you, Ms. Book Destroyer." Aziraphale said as he looked down at the black cat, still bitter from earlier.

"Store. Store. Store. Where are the stores here?!". Crowley exclaimed at himself, as he was circling around the town for ours. He couldn't use his beloved Bentley 'cause he would need his power for his Bentley to work. "Excuse me little kids, may I know where are the stores around here somewhere?". He asked the children playing around. The four children looked at each other, when a brunet boy spoke up. "You're not from here are you?".

"Er, You could say that." Crowley said as he looked at the dog whose with them. "How would we know you're not a robber and just want to get away from the police?". The girl spoke up, while Crowley just sighed. "Listen kid, I'm somewhat in a hurry here. So can you please just tell me where's the nearest store there is? P-Please?". Crowley pleaded. What a sight, a Demon pleading to little kids? If his lot has seen this, it's going to ruin his image. "Adam, I think the guy really just want to go to the store." The black haired kid said. "Alright then, It's in front of you. Good luck hiding from the police, Goth man.". Adam said as they walked away from Crowley. "AGH. What gave you the idea-You know what? Nevermind." He said to himself as he walked inside the store. Now where do they put those hair color here.. He thought to himself as he searched up the store.

The sound of bells jingles from the door, which caught the Angel's attention. "Crowley-" He lightened up, until he didn't saw any ginger hair from the person. "Oh no. Not this costumer again." He muttered to himself. "Excuse me sir? Do you have any Oscar Wilde or Shakespeare book here?". The man asked the Angel. "I-I'm sorry sir, I don't think we have those books from those authors." He said with a pretending sad tone. "Oh, well that's pretty disappointing.." The man sighed. "Yes, It is-". Before the Angel could finish, the man cut him off. "That's alright though! I could just searched up this whole bookshop. I have all night if I have too!" He said as he started laughing, as if he had said the funniest joke of the day. Aziraphale started laughing as well, although in a nervous manner. He thought to himself, if Crowley were here, and has powers, he could have helped him getting rid of this man inside his bookshop.

"Ah! There it is." He said as took the little box of hair color he's looking for. He went to the counter happily as he gave it to the lady. "That'll be $6.92." She said with a fake smile she always gave to the costumers. "Right." Crowley said as he randomly put his hands inside his pocket. "Here you-". Then he remembered he doesn't have powers right now. "Fuck." He should have thought about that, but he said it out loud. "Sir?" The lady looked at him with concern. Well, his last resort is to run, or maybe there is a way.

"Look lady, Uh, How should I say this. I, er, don't have money right now, but-".

"What?!"

"Wait. No! Listen! I'll bring this with me, but I'll go ba-"

"GUARDS!"

And this is his cue, that he need to start running for his life.

He mentally cursed at his mind as he run from the guards.

"What is wrong with this people?! I was explaining!" He exclaimed at himself as he saw the four kids with the dog, again.

"Hey, uh, big favor, can you help me hide?"

"From the police?"

"Something like that. I have a good reason! I'll explain later, but just help me hide right now.".

The four looked at each again, and then agreed. I mean, helping a hiding-suppose-criminal man from getting caught is one of their bucket list. So why not?

"Alright, hide here." He said as he pointed the trashcan. Crowley sighed at himself, he doesn't have much of a choice, does he?

Minutes later, three man in a guard suit came up to the four kids. "Hey little kids, did you see some ginger hair dude with dark glasses, and all black suits?".

"Why? What happened?" The smallest kid from the group asked.

"Because he stole something from the store."

"What did he stole?"

"One little box of hair color.".

"Well, that sounds pretty stupid on why you're catching the guy."

"Yes, it's somewhat stupid, but-Argh, you guys are taking our time here. Just, please answer the question. Did you see or not the said guy?".

"Nope." The four said in unison.

The guards look at each other. "Well, kids don't lie they said. Let's search up the other area.". He said to the other two as they went looking on the other side.

"Sir, you can't really buy this." Aziraphale said as he gripped the book with the same strength with the guy. "But it's a bookshop. It means I can buy this.". The guy said with a smile, playing a somewhat tag of war with the angel, instead of a long rope. It's just a one book. "It's uh, It's one of the displays sir you really can't.". Aziraphale said as he nervously laughed, not taking off his grip. "Just. Let. Me. Buy. This." Said the guy, as he increased his strength, making the Angel's grip loosed. "There, no worries. I have ton of money I can give you for this book-".

Meow

"Is that.. Is that a cat I hear?".

Meow

"Achoo!"

Aziraphale got surprised from the costumers terrified state. "AGH. I hate Achoo! cats!". The Angel quickly held the cat properly, and went closer to the costumer. "Aw, why is that? Look at this cutie.".

"Put that thing away from me!" He exclaimed. "I am NOT going to this bookstore every again! Not only the service is crappy, there's a freaking cat in here!". He said as he stomped away leaving the book at the desk.

"Guess there's something you could do, Ms. Cutie Cat.". Aziraphale said as he happily looked at the cat.

"You can come out now." The girl said, as they heard displeasure tone from the ginger guy.

"We never said to go inside the trashcan, you could just go behind it.". As Crowley heard that, he mentally slap himself for being an idiot.

"Thanks, I guess? Argh. I smell stinky. Aziraphale would nag me about this." He sighed.

"Who?".

"My Angel.." He said unconsciously, still fixing his suit, until he realized what he said. "I mean, a friend! He's not a literal angel. Of course, why would be there be an angel here on earth, I mean yeah he is an Angel, but not literally just figura-".

"We get it. You love him."

"Damn right, I do. Wait what-" He said as he blushed furiously. Did the kids thought it was an endearment. I mean it is, and it is also not. Is he really saying that to Aziraphale because he's a literal angel or an endearment?

"Anyway, I'm really.. thankful, for what you guys did for me. If any of you have any favor, just let me now, so we're even. I'll just go back to the bookshop..". He said, as he grips at the little box of hair color.

It was night time when Crowley arrived at the bookshop. He saw that Aziraphale and the Cat was having fun together. He would be lying if he said that he wasn't jealous a bit, but it is still a cute sight. The sound that was coming from the door caught Aziraphale's attention and looked at Crowley in a shocked manner way. He immediately stand up from his seat and gently cupped Crowley's face lovingly. "What happened to you?". He slowly got away from him as he put his two fingers up to his nose bridge. "And why do you smell so.. stinky?". Crowley sighed tiredly, "Long story. Just going to take a bath first. Oh, and I.. Bought this hair color for the cat, so she would somewhat look like me. Just gotta put the ginger color at her cute top head."

"What why?".

"'Cause it's fun? And.. maybe that whenever I'm not here. I'm somewhat still be with you, just in a form of a cat."

"That is really sweet, Crowley, but is it okay for cats to have hair color in their fur? And how will you do that, aren't cats afraid of water?"

"Shit. You're right.. I didn't even think of that. I got almost caught by Guards because of this thing."

"Wait, almost caught by Guards? Crowley, I thought you bought this?".

"Well.. I forgot that we don't have any powers..".

"Good lord, Crowley. We will talk about this later. Shower first."

"I will, I will." He said. "I was supposedly to take you out on dinner tonight at Ritz and some Christmas lights displays 'cause it's Christmas.." he mutters randomly to himself sadly, unluckily, Aziraphale heard him.

"That is sweet of you, Crowley. But we don't have our powers right now to get reservation. I would still be happy whatever we do together, Crowley. It would still be one of the best Christmas I'll have if it means, I'll be spending it with you, my dearest." Aziraphale said with a sweet smile.

Crowley almost tears up from Aziraphale's speech. "Oh, Angel." He said as he got close to him to give a hug, but sadly he got stopped.

"Shower first, Crowley."

"Right. Right." Crowley exclaimed with a laughed. He immediately went to the shower room, excited to spend some new sweet moments with his Angel.

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drowning-in-dennor · 6 years ago

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Celebration

A one-shot I wrote for Norway’s birthday. Dennor, Sufin, an exhausted writer who did a lot of research.

Disclaimer: There is no guarantee that this fanfic will be good, or that you will like it.

He almost forgets his birthday. What makes him remember is a rude awakening, in the middle of the night.

Norway’s phone screams for his attention the moment his clock reads 12:00 a.m., blaring its shrill tune and startling him off his bed.

Cursing himself for forgetting to mute his phone before sleeping, Norway accepts the call and, trying to hide the sleepiness in his voice, says, “Hello?”

“Happy birthday!”

He drops his phone, ears ringing. Denmark’s voice is echoing again, again, again in his head, and he’s confused. Norway picks up his phone, and, yawning, asks, “What?”

“Oh, how did you forget? It’s your birthday today, Nor, and I called to celebrate!”

Wondering how Denmark can sound so energetic in the middle of the damn night, Norway turns on his lamp and glances at the calendar on his desk. Oh, it’s the seventeenth of May. His constitution day. And his birthday. “Thank you, but why the hell are you calling now?”

“So we can celebrate the moment you become independent, and stuff!”

“So you decide to call when I’m asleep, scaring the crap out of me instead of visiting or calling at a reasonable hour, like a normal human being?”

“Exactly!”

Norway sighs, stifling another yawn. “I’m going back to sleep. Don’t call or visit again until it’s at least 8 o’clock in the morning, or I’ll take your axe and behead you with it. Now good night.”

He hangs up before Denmark can reply.

…

Iceland calls at nine in the morning, while Norway is preparing for a speech he’ll give later at borgertog, the citizens’ parade. One hand holding his cell phone, the other scribbling notes on cue cards, the nation answers the phone. “Hello, Ice.”

“Happy birthday.”

“I didn’t think you’d call today. Denmark woke me up at midnight reminding me about it. I would’ve forgotten if not for that.”

Silence on the other end.

“...Ice?”

He hears squawks, the beating of wings and Iceland shouting. “For heaven’s sake, Mr. Puffin, get off! No, that’s mine! Get — argh!”

On the other side, something drops to the ground with a thump and Iceland starts talking again. “Sorry, Norway. Mr. Puffin was trying to eat my bag. Oh, and by the way, I’m flying over this afternoon to join the parade.”

“Really?” Norway’s mouth twitches with the threat of a smile. “Thank you, Ice. I’ll get you some liquorice when you arrive. Until then?”

“Yeah. See you.”

Iceland hangs up, and Norway turns back to his cue cards, humming a tune.

…

He watches the childrens’ parade from his bedroom window, laughing softly at the kindergarteners and elementary schoolers flooding the streets of Oslo with their loud rendition of his anthem. Middle schoolers lead the way, some waving their school’s banner and others waving his flag.

One cluster of students is the loudest, jumping up and down and cheering. The oldest of the group seem to be barely twelve, dressed in red and blue and white and shouting in joy. Squinting at them tells Norway that the two young boys look rather familiar — one with bright blue eyes and golden hair, the other one a green-eyed redhead.

Sealand and Ladonia?

As though on cue, his phone rings again. He picks it up. It’s Finland.

“Hei, Nor! Happy national day! We’re walking through Oslo right now, almost at your house! How are things?”

“I think the kids snuck into the childrens’ parade.”

“What?”

“I think I saw Sealand and Ladonia with a group of students in the childrens’ parade.”

Finland’s voice goes muffled for a while as he yells for his husband. “Ber?” Norway hears. “Ber, where are Peter and Niklas? Wait, they’re not with you? Oh, sh—” His voice grows loud again. “Sorry, Nor, I need to go. We’ll be at your house by lunch!”

The family shows up at eleven o’clock, as Norway is stirring a pot of brun lapskaus on his stove. Sealand and Ladonia are still dressed in their parade clothes, walking into the dining room with shameless grins and holding little Norwegian flags. “Happy birthday!” They chorus, rushing towards Norway and tackling him in a hug.

Sweden pries the boys off when they appear to be crushing Norway, handing him a small box. “Happy birthday.”

The box reveals a battered bronze locket, engraved with filigree. Inside is a drawing of him, Denmark and Iceland, all of them a good few centuries older. It’s drawn in ink, on yellowing parchment that’s fraying around the edges.

“Found it in the attic,” Sweden says. “You left it here long ago.”

“Thank you, Sweden. I don’t even remember having this, but it’s nice to get it back.” Norway fastens the locket’s chain around his neck and feels the cold metal rest against his heart.

Ladonia and Sealand each hand him a card, written in messy words with brightly-coloured drawings and Gratulerer med dagen scrawled sloppily on top. The childish gifts remind Norway of Iceland.

A cloud of steam rising from the pot brings Norway back to his lapskaus, and he turns the stove off. Bringing out bowls from his cupboard, he turns to his guests with a rare smile.

“Let’s have lunch.”

…

His doorbell rings halfway through lunch and Iceland is standing in the doorway, bag in one hand and puffin in the other. Norway starts smiling again, and he gets up to hug his younger brother.

For once, Iceland doesn’t protest and hugs him back, mumbling “happy birthday” under his breath. He pushes a wrinkled package into Norway’s arms with a smile he tries to hide.

Norway tears the package open and finds a leather-bound book, the pages coming close to falling apart and turning ivory with age. Opening it curiously, his eyes scan over the ink-blotched words and starts to read.

The stars are bright. The moon is in the sky. Norway showed me the pictures in the sky. They are made of stars.

Today, Denmark fell off a horse. His arm was broken, like glass. Norway fixed his arm. He called him an idiot. What is an idiot?

Denmark and Sweden were fighting today. I heard glass break, and Finland was shouting. It was very loud. Norway stayed with me. He said things will be fine.

It takes a few moments before Norway realises that it’s a diary — Iceland’s diary, to be exact, one he’s been writing since he was barely even a nation. On and on these entries go, and Norway reads on wistfully as the writing and subjects both grow more mature.

Sweden and Denmark fought again, like they did so many times before. Norway told me to stay in my room the entire time, but I could hear them. Denmark lost, and I heard him yelling, begging Sweden not to do something. I thought it’d be like the wars the two of them fought before, but apparently not. Denmark came into my room at night, and he said Norway wouldn’t be coming home.

He didn’t say it, but I think Sweden took Norway with him when he won.

I couldn’t sleep last night. I guess I’m used to Norway and Denmark reading bedtime stories before I go to bed. Denmark didn’t read me any bedtime stories. I heard him crying in his room, when he thought I was asleep. I wanted to go over and tell him it was all okay, but his door was locked.

He shouted at me when I tried to talk to him, then locked himself in his room. Denmark refused to eat, too, and I can’t get my food down. I’m too used to the three of us sitting at the dining table, talking and laughing. I’m too used to Norway being around.

I miss him.

Norway doesn’t realise he’s getting misty-eyed until Iceland hands him a tissue paper, looking slightly sheepish. “So… do you like it?”

He crushes Iceland in another hug.

…

The sun is just starting to set when Norway takes his place on the podium at the end of borgertog, cue cards in hand. He clears his throat, looks at the crowd waving flags, and begins to speak.

The words flow from his mouth almost effortlessly, draft completely forgotten. He talks about the days he conquered and slaughtered with Sweden and Denmark, the years when all of northern Europe was under Denmark’s rule, the times when he and Denmark were in a union. His mind keeps drifting back to him, the nation he’s been with as long as he can remember.

And to think he couldn’t make it here today…

Norway’s speech is drawing to a close when he sees a figure make their way towards the front of the crowd, where Sweden, Finland, Iceland and the micronations are standing. Said figure is in a red shirt with a blue-and-white tie, practically bouncing on their feet and with a bright smile Norway knows all too well.

When he bows and starts to walk away from the podium, Denmark’s cheers rise above everyone else’s.

…

Denmark takes it upon himself to make dinner, somehow whipping up a batch of sosekjøtt in less than two hours. The five Nordics finish dinner in next to no time, clinking glasses and laughing, waxing nostalgia about the old times. But Norway notices that nobody talks about Kalmar, and certainly not about the treaty in 1814.

They don’t have cake, instead choosing to share stories. Sweden indulges his sons with stories of their Viking shenanigans, snapping Norway’s spellbooks shut when he tries to show them his magic. Denmark, out of nowhere, bring out his beloved axe, convincing Norway to fish out his ancient mace from a thousand years ago. Denmark shows drawings of his Protest Pig, Norway drawings of his troll. Slowly, gradually, everyone else seems to fade away.

Sweden and Finland whisk the children away when it’s almost midnight, leaving the house with cheery farewells. Denmark jumps from his seat at that with a grin, hopefully reaching for Norway’s hand. The latter glances at Iceland for a moment, and he stares back. “What? Go spend some alone time with Denmark. The worst that could happen to me out here is if I see your bills and faint out of shock.”

Norway takes Denmark’s hand and leads him upstairs.

The two of them shut the door to Norway’s bedroom and sit, side by side, on his bed. Denmark speaks first, his normally loud voice now soft and gentle. “Happy birthday, Norge.”

Shyly, Norway inches closer until there is no space between him and Denmark. He rests his head on the taller’s shoulder, eyelids drooping in exhaustion. “It’s been two hundred and two years,” he murmurs.

“Hmm?”

“Two hundred and two years, since my Constitution was signed.” His eyes close in contentment when Denmark wraps one arm around his waist. “It feels like such a long time ago.”

“Time really does fly, doesn’t it?” Denmark laughs. “It seems like ages ago when I called you at midnight.”

“Oh, that. Well, I’m tired again.”

“Don’t go to sleep yet. I haven’t given you my present yet.”

Norway straightens up a little, staring into Denmark’s bright blue eyes. “Oh?”

Before he realises what’s happening, gentle fingers curl under his chin and lift his face up, and Denmark seals their lips in a kiss.

“I love you,” he whispers against Norway’s lips.

“I love you too,” Norway whispers back.

A/N: The ending is stupid and cliche, but I’m currently really tired and I need some cheesy Dennor fluff to keep me awake so there you go.

#aph dennor #aph sufin #aph denmark #aph norway #aph sweden #aph finland #aph iceland #aph anko family #aph hanatamago family #aph fanfiction #oneshot #my writing #hetalia

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