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rosanna-writer · 1 year

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The Dust of the Stars in Her Eyes (6/7)

Summary: Feyre Archeron didn't want a prince, just a night off and a dress. But when the mating bond snaps for Rhysand at the ball where his father is pressuring him to choose a wife, he'll do anything to keep Feyre close—even convince her to fake an engagement to him. Warnings: Light discussion of injuries Pairing: Feysand Chapter Word Count: ~2.8k

Chapter One: The Prince is Giving a Ball | Chapter Two: I Have Found Her | Chapter Three: So Why is the Fellow Going Crazy? | Chapter Four: I Wake in the Loneliness of Sunrise | Chapter Five: Move a Mountain, Light the Sky | Chapter Six: And She's Taking Me Back to the Skies

Chapter Six fits the "Mates" prompt of Day Six of @officialfeysandweek2023 pretty well, if I do say so myself :D

You can find it below the cut or here on AO3.

Feyre was touching him. In his bed. She was hardly the first female ever to find herself in that position, but the fact that it was Feyre doing it was almost enough for Rhys to forget how much his wings hurt and the circumstances that led them here in the first place.

She hadn't left.

He wouldn't have blamed her if she did—at the very least, she hadn't signed up to be his nursemaid. Or to be shot at. But instead she'd saved his life and then brushed it off as nothing, as if facing down danger was just routine.

A sharp, insistent talon threatening to break open his mental shields pulled his thoughts from Feyre. He let down his shields for Rhiannon. She was too worried for words, letting her frantic desire to know if he was alright and what had happened slam into his mind. Rhys showed her everything.

Father is furious with you for dropping your guard. I'd be in Illyria already if that didn't mean leaving mother alone to deal with it.

It's alright. I have Feyre here.

Mother's tits, just tell her you want to marry her already.

With an angry huff, Rhiannon pulled her mind out of his. Rhys sighed. He wasn't surprised—so far, his father's reaction seemed milder than when Rhys had been shot down and captured during the war. He didn't look forward to the dressing down that awaited him. And he deserved it for getting too lost in thoughts to pay attention.

"I'm going to go wash off the blood," Feyre murmured, sliding out from under his arm. "I'll be right back."

Even though she wasn't leaving the house, Rhys still found it difficult to resist the urge to ask her to stay. He twisted his head to watch her go, as if to keep her in his line of sight until the very last second. Her scent still lingered on the sheets, and Rhys wished it could always be like that.

She was still in the bath when his brothers returned with information. The attackers hadn't been hard to find—Rhys knew exactly who stood to lose the most money and pride when the laws changed to give females their fair share. And after they'd won the Blood Rite, there were vanishingly few who were stupid enough to act on their dislike of him or his brothers. For the most part, grudging respect was still respect.

But the would-be assassins were still alive, Rhys's to be dealt with when he recovered. He had half a mind to have Feyre be the one to mete out the punishments. But when the time came, he wasn't sure she'd still want anything to do with him.

Cassian sank down into the chair that Feyre had just been occupying, looked him in the eye, and said in a low voice, "Is there a reason Feyre nearly bit my head off when I started to ask if you were mates?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Rhys watched Azriel's head snap in his direction, eyes lighting up with interest. Cauldron, he should have known he was in for another ambush today.

"She doesn't know," Rhys said. His brothers were silent, and Rhys recognized it as an interrogation tactic. Azriel might as well have been giving him a pointed look while sharpening Truth-Teller, if they were really going to be so obvious about it. But still, as transparent as it was, it was still effective. "It snapped right after she laughed at the idea of ever wanting to marry me. The engagement is fake, just something to get her away from her bitch of a stepmother for a while."

Azriel snorted. "Then she's an excellent liar. You should have heard the story she spun about falling madly in love with you last night," he said.

Feyre was an excellent liar—how easily she pretended to be in love with him just proved it—and Rhys was beginning to suspect there was nothing she wasn't naturally good at. It made his gut twist to think about what she'd said to his brothers about him, the way her eyes had probably been shining when she talked.

Cassian added, "And with the way she snarled over your wings…Cauldron, she's not stupid. She's going to figure it out."

Cassian was right, of course. It was a testament to how undone Rhys was that he hadn't already come up with a contingency plan to handle things if that came to pass. He sighed again and pressed his face into the pillow. Cassian mussed his hair and added, "It's been a while since you've had this much girl trouble, Rhysie."

Azriel chuckled. Rhys wished he could disappear. Or at least throw a punch.

Watching Feyre around his brothers seemed to be the same sort of torture that it had been to see her in the House of Wind. Feyre seemed comfortable, fitting in as if she was always supposed to be there. She hovered at the side of the bed, finding her way back to his side almost without realizing it. Rhys noticed. So did his brothers.

Cassian and Azriel had gone back to Windhaven, leaving him alone with Feyre when the healer arrived to check on his wings again. Feyre stood on his other side, arms crossed but not snarling, as the healer replaced his dirty bandages. She made quick work of it, but having his wounds pressed on still had Rhys gritting his teeth in pain.

When it was done, the healer produced a small jar and said, "I have a salve that will ease some of the irritation. I'll leave it here. I'm sure you'd be more comfortable having your fiancee apply it."

Feyre gave her a tight smile and said, "Thank you. That's very thoughtful."

Anyone else would have explained away the tension in her posture as nothing more than lingering stress from seeing her beloved nearly die. But Rhys knew she was cornered without a reason to ask the healer to do it instead.

As soon as they were alone again, Rhys said, "You don't have to do that."

"Someone has to," Feyre said, taking the lid off the jar.

"If you're not comfortable—"

"Are you?"

Rhys could've sworn the bond between them went taut as a bowstring. Had Feyre done that? She was looking at him intently, almost expectantly, as if she'd given him an opening. The whole world seemed to go still.

"I don't mind if you don't," Rhys said slowly.

Feyre nodded once, giving him another smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I promise I'll warm my hands up first."

The sharp, medicinal smell of the salve filled the air, and Rhys would never admit it, but he was grateful it would potentially cover up the scent of his arousal at the feel of Feyre's fingers on his wings. At the sound of Feyre rubbing her palms together to warm them, he swallowed thickly, pressing his face into the pillow again because even the thought of looking at her was too much.

At the first gentle brush of her fingers, a shudder wracked his entire body. Feyre froze. "They're just sensitive. Keep going, please," Rhys said. The words came out a bit strangled-sounding.

It was all he could do not to groan at the salve easing the pain and Feyre's fingers stroking every single sensitive spot. The tension in his body melted away, and for a moment, Rhys's mind was filled with nothing but a sense of relief at the absence of the pain that had been gnawing at him for hours. He thought he might melt into the mattress.

Then Feyre's fingers moved upwards, closer to the places that she knew would bring him to completion if she touched them the right way. She rubbed the salve in even more gently there, but Rhys found his toes curling anyway. His cock twitched.

Cauldron, that was only the first wing.

Feyre kept going, and her hands finally traced the scar tissue from the last time he'd been shot. Her voice went low and deadly as she said, "Who did this to you?"

"Hybern. I was captured during the war."

Her hand stilled. "Did you kill them for it?"

"Yes."

"Good."

It was so gods-damned Illyrian of her that Rhys almost snorted. She almost certainly would have been disappointed with him if he'd said no. But he had no desire to discuss old wounds, so they went silent again as she finished applying the salve. Rhys let himself relax into her touch until it was over.

When she finished and started to step around him to go wash her hands, Rhys caught her by the wrist. "Thank you," he said, twisting his head to the side to look up at her.

"I don't like seeing you in pain," she said softly, then slipped her arm out of his grip.

Feyre, Rhys quickly learned, had almost no ability to sit idle with nothing to do. Before long, she was pacing the house like a caged tiger. She seemed unwilling to leave his side, but there was also nothing to be done but wait and let the healing magic work.

"There are books upstairs, if you're that bored," Rhys said drily.

"I'm not much of a reader," Feyre said, not looking at him.

"Then I take it your hobbies include wearing a hole in the floor with all that pacing? Scintillating."

Something that might have been hurt flashing in her eyes, but it was gone in a moment, so fast that Rhys thought he might have imagined it. "I paint. When I can," she said softly. Now certainly wasn't the time to mention his recurring dreams of a hand painting flowers on a table. Rhys hadn't considered that the hand might be hers. The surprise must have shown on his face, because she added, more sharply. "Is it really that surprising?"

"No," Rhys said quickly. "I can ask someone to bring paints. But…would you mind doing it where I could watch? There isn't much to look at while the healer insists I stay on my stomach to heal."

In truth, there was plenty to look at, but Rhys could hardly ask her to stand in front of him so he could stare at her. But he suspected that he could probably watch her paint for hours if she'd let him. That was just fine, too.

"I don't mind an audience if it's you," she said with a small, shy smile.

If it's you. Those last three words made his heart squeeze and his chest go tight with the prospect of being an exception to every single one of Feyre's rules.

Maybe when this was over, he wouldn't have to give her up.

"In the meantime, since neither of us has much to do, would you mind reading one of those books aloud?"

And then all the warm feelings Rhys was just having dissipated, like a room full of bubbles bursting at once. Because at that, Feyre looked upset.

"I— I can't read," she whispered.

He should have known. Cassian and Azriel hadn't been able to when he'd first met them, either. And it was clear enough from everything that Feyre had said about life with her stepmother that no one had given much thought to her education.

"Then let me teach you," Rhys said, perhaps a little too quickly. But when Feyre inevitably left, he could tell himself he'd done this one thing for her, that her life would be improved in some small way because he'd been in it.

That would be enough for him. It had to be.

She snorted. "I'd like to see you try."

"I don't try. I succeed."

Feyre just raised her brows, an obvious challenge. Rhys flicked a wrist, and the books appeared on a stack on the bedside table. They got to work.

The next few days were a blur of bandage changes, Feyre's hands on his wings, watching her paint, and balled up pieces of paper flying at his face as she deciphered yet another practice sentence about how handsome and delightful he was. Even stuck in bed with his wings immobilized, Rhys was happy. And if he wasn't mistaken, so was Feyre.

He should have known it would all come crashing down eventually. But he wouldn't have predicted the soup was what would do it.

The container, he'd learn later, had appeared in the kitchen with a note from Rhiannon. Still handling their father, she hadn't been able to visit, but she'd convinced the cooks in the House of Wind to make Rhys's favorite, and she'd used her magic to send it straight to the kitchen.

And Feyre had found it, along with the note from Rhiannon apologizing again and telling him to get well soon, and she'd taken it upon herself to heat up the soup for him.

Then to Rhys's horror, his mate appeared in the doorway with a tray of food for him.

He didn't need to speak, the look of naked panic on his face was enough. Feyre nearly dropped the tray.

"How long have you known that I'm your mate?" she said.

"Almost since we met," Rhys said. "The bond snapped right after you told me you didn't want my ring on your finger."

"And when were you going to tell me?" She took a step towards him, and he allowed himself to hope that this might not end badly.

But Rhys couldn't lie to her. "I didn't have any plans to," he said quietly.

And with that, Feyre dumped the soup on him and stormed out of the house without another word.

#feysandweek2023 #feysand #the dust of the stars in her eyes

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reservoirreputation · 10 months

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Just some observations from my (very) slow rewatch of House season 5.

Why's it taking so long? I've said before that this season has a very different tone to previous seasons, and I personally don't like breakup arcs (because that's exactly what's happened between House and Wilson). There's just not been as much urgency to get through the episodes like before, and it truly comes down to my own personal preferences. Anywho, and with that-

5X03- Taub's episode

Mind you, it's been a couple of weeks, but I really like how weirdly practical Taub is, even self-aware, but is also incredibly self-destructive. And that moment where he's ready to spill the beans to his wife, that look on her face? She knew. She's known the whole time. We've not gotten another word from her on the matter, yet, but that was the face of a wife that knows she's being lied to, wanted to pretend otherwise, even fix things in the way of a present, and while she may not know it was exactly cheating, she knew something major was up. And this may be a case of vague memories floating to the surface (I've not seen season five-onwards since it first aired) and could be mixing it up with Wilson's drama, but I feel like Taub's been kicked out. It wouldn't surprise me if he has, that's for sure.

5X05- Thirteen's episode

This poor girl. Not only has she won the bad genetics lottery, it's especially shitty for her. (I believe the paperwork Foreman found showed she had a genetic predisposition to really aggressive Huntington's or something of the like, again, it's been more than a week) And just when she's found somebody to relate to on this level, her girlfriend/fling that seemingly had less time than her, turns out she'll be alright. And despite getting caught hungover on the job, using hospital equipment for herself, getting fired, we end the episode with Thirteen continuing to spiral, ending it as it began.

5X06- Cuddy episode + Taub and Thirteen interactions

I'm covering them first, for obvious reasons, but Taub and Thirteen in this episode? After all of the above? Just, so rich to see the two most self-destructive people on House's team interact. Taub's super depressing approach to fatherhood, Thirteen hiding her laughter as he asks the dealer for some cocaine, I kinda wish they got more time together, TBH. 'Cause, like, neither of them needs to be giving out life advice, and yet here we are.

And Cuddy, oh. Cuddy. I knew I didn't recognize the name 'Joy' and could feel that other shoe drop as we got closer to the end of the episode, but damn. And, god Becca, you don't keep a kid on a whim because you hope they'll change your life for the better. And I know it makes for great TV, but that's just preemptively saddling your kid with future therapy bills. 'Mommy only wanted me to make her feel better and to steal the joy (lol) from another mother' and isn't there paperwork to be signed to prevent this kind of thing? Is it just Jersey that's like this? Again, makes for great TV, but I feel like it didn't have to play out this way.

I think it's my most popular House post to date, but I will say it again: Cuddy had to get on her TIPPY TOES to make out with House, and that little moment where the camera shows her dip like an inch in height? Get this woman a stepladder FFS.

#need some fanart of her standing on a medical textbook to give him an impromptu smooch #house md #season five #5X03 #5X05 #5X06 #rewatch thoughts

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strikedenko · 2 years

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Visitor: 5

Part five of a collaborative story written by me and my boyfriend, Jake.

The beginning

Previous part

X.x.X

Ohhhh boy. Well, that could've gone better.

Jake sort of had half a mind to zip behind and chop the kids neck, put him to sleep, but…well, who knew if anyone else was watching this play out? Best stay back in case something Denko can't see blindsides him.

He'd like to think the best in someone for once, but that ain't exactly easy when…well, when EVERYTHING about your only parental figure changed at the drop of a hat, that's pretty damn difficult.

Oh how he longed to just…end the encounter right then and there, but he didn't want to risk getting his new frie-

ASSOCIATE. He's just another schmuck he'll be leaving behind once he can get off this damn rock - caught in the crossfire, no matter how desperate things were.

…Gah, now is really not a good time for feelings to get in the way. Still, a moment of thought pushed them aside and him to stay back and watch the fight commence.

The black and white ball flying out of the trainer's hand popped open, and in a shower of light, a large draconic bat with ears that looked... somewhat like speakers emerged.

Denko put on a smirk as he laid eyes upon this creature, seeming confident about this fight. It didn't take long for Jake to figure out why. Those with wings tended to fear lightning, whether those be avians or just average birds.

Though... For some strange reason, he didn't think that'd work like he'd hope. There was a certain...energy radiating from the bat, one that Jake picked up on for one reason or another. Before the fox could do anything, though, a beam of lightning shot out from Denko's red pupils, seemingly piercing the bat's wings.

That's when it became obvious to the two. The bat faded away as a new entity came into view on the ground below, a being that Jake instantly recognized.

'M-Mom????'

The wild hair, the claws, the…wait.

…No, no, they were FAR too small, their hair was too neat, and their fur too dark. First dad, now a MOM look-alike??? What even was this planet??

Calm down, calm down-

The universe is a massive place, there's sure to be look-alikes out there. Hell, he wouldn't be surprised if HE had a couple out there.

X.x.X

It was hardly surprising to the cat that this trainer had a Zoroark. The species has a presence on a lot of teams all over the world recently. Denko had never paid much mind to it, but couldn't help but notice the abundance of such within the care of humans from his past few weeks of travel. Maybe some big shot trainer won a regional with one.

Still, regardless of the number, its knife-like claws were nothing to his rock-hard fists. Even better, dark types were typically weak to rock-hard fists. With a swift barrage of lightning fast jabs, the Zoroark went down pretty quickly. Guess the trainer wasn't expecting an electric type to have fighting type moves.

The fallen Zoroark is called back to the trainer's Ultra Ball before throwing out another, a Pyroar. The lioness fiercely roared once it caught sight of Denko. All of a sudden, he felt... nervous about this pokemon, and it showed on his face. Was this some kind of ability?

Regardless, he strikes his battle stance and taunts the Pyroar, curling two fingers out in a V formation and flicking his hand towards himself, palm facing his face.

...THAT definitely ticked it off, racing towards the feline at top speed.

The moment before impact, Denko leaps over the charging lion and kicks an electric ball into the latter after they face planted into the ground. Critical hit! Another pokemon down for the count.

Was he really this powerful now? He's just taken out two pokemon without even breaking a sweat! It was... honestly a little boring. Their main priority was to reach Unova and take back Jake's ship, wherever it was being held, though Denko wasn't thinking about that at the moment.

He wanted to have some fun with this battle, especially since his previous encounter with some trainers was... not very fun. It was challenging, for sure, but for all the wrong reasons. He had battled three pokemon at once in a dark cavern with no way to escape, and he had a big scare with a Master Ball.

Thankfully, this trainer didn't seem like the type to somehow have that dreaded purple sphere.

The next opposing pokemon on the field was the Noivern that the initial Zoroark had disguised themself as, warranting a squint of Denko's eyes. Flying types were weak to electric attacks, so why would this trainer send one to their doom?

It's possible that the Noivern was intended as death fodder, as he's seen the tactic used prior to heal up other members of a trainer's party, but the determined smirk on the trainer's face made him think otherwise. As the bat stared him down, the only question running through his mind was 'What is their plan?'

X.x.X

'...That kid has an ace up his sleeve.' Jake thought as he snuck around the brawl. In all the excitement, you'd have to have the senses of an earthbender to see his footprints.

Why just footprints? Cuz he was invisible, of course!…If only he knew how to extend it to another without it weakening. For now, though, he'd just…get in position behind the kid. If it came to it, he'd choke him out, let him have a quick nap in the shade, and this whole encounter would just be a weird dream.

…But any second wasted here was a second that those lab coat motherfuckers could've been spending doing who knows WHAT to his baby and stranding him on this damn rock for-

No. No. No. Not the time…Damn this dude was good, though. Expert Agile Taunt maneuver, and those Rapid Fire Fists? Hot Dayum…He'd hate to be that other feline.

The second appearance of that bat, though... He doubted it was another illusion, and Denko's analytical expression mirrored Jake's own. This kid had a plan. It was hard to tell exactly what it was, though, so they were just waiting until the first strike.

...He's REALLY getting impatient, though. As much as he knew keeping a low profile would be better, it did nothing to soothe his main concern. He looked back and forth between the fight and where the tracker had last pointed them, stepping in place antsily as the two options fought to the death in his mind.

That is, until shit actually started happening. Denko leapt forward with a surge of electricity forming around him, while the bat began to emit some kind of purple haze. Once the cat was moments away from landing an attack, it sprayed mass amounts of the violet fumes onto him.

"Shit!" Jake heard him yell after losing his focus and missing, slamming onto his side on the ground. Denko's able to stagger back up, but he's clearly weakened.

It didn't take long for the vulpine to realize what happened. Poisonous gas. Goddamn it... Welp. He got this kid into this situation, he's kinda obligated to bail him out. With a deep breath, he began to creep towards the commander from behind. It'd been a while since he'd done a submission hold, but he remembered enough of it to be nonlethal.

...Maybe.

It had escaped him that big eared flyers, like the one Denko was fighting, in fact had impeccable hearing, and that there was a lull in the action that'd allow crunching sand to be audible. The bat turned towards the source of the minute sound, and, by extension, Jake.

His blood ran cold as the kid commanding the giant bat took notice as well, turning around to see the minute pawprints that Jake had left. For a moment, his concentration broke and he flashed back to visibility, before a flash of light rushed right at him, tossing the both of them way back.

X.x.X

Denko swiftly followed to where Jake had landed, but not out of concern. "What were you doing, Jake?" His voice was stern, like how it was earlier. His fur had a faint layer of purple smog flowing atop, no doubt the poison in effect. "We can't hurt the trainers!"

Without even waiting for a response from Jake, he glances back at the trainer, both of them breathing heavily from what had just happened. Before Denko could make any other decisions, though, Jake's voice pierced his ears.

"Oh, and you'd prefer I just abandon you instead??" He hissed, sitting up. "Cuz I was deadass considering it! We don't have the time for this dude!"

With that, Denko finally remembered why they were embarking on this quest in the first place. The Ion was priority one. They shouldn't bother with any unnecessary obstacles, as much as one of them finds those fun to overcome.

"Right. We've got to..."

Denko's words soften to a mere murmur as his gaze shifts away from Jake and seemingly into space. His red pupils shrink before turning and catching a spike of newly frozen ice. The two look back towards the trainer, having scuttled back to his Noivern. They had sent out a second pokemon; An Avalugg.

"Arc- ...He's not letting us get away that easily." Sure, Denko could easily run from this battle, though he had a sneaking suspicion that Jake could not do the same. The fox did have a gun, though Denko had one main concern with that. The trainer needed to remain unharmed.

"Whatever natural abilities you have, use them." This fight won't be easy.

Denko's eyes begin to glow a vibrant red before his paws follow suit with a yellow aura. Plasma Fists, the move his species is known for. The cat leaps into the air at an arc and slams his paws face down on the ground as he lands a few dozen meters away from the rushing bat.

Electrical energy leaves his paws and travels through the ground, quickly accumulating underneath the Noivern before sending the volts into it. While not an instant knockout, it definitely weakened the draconic bat.

...Right, part dragon type. Electric attacks did neutral damage against it. It shouldn't be an issue, just as long as the Avalugg didn't try any funny business. Hopefully Jake was faring well against it.

And going off the blast of purple flame in the corner of his vision, that wouldn't be much issue-

Peculiar. He'd stop to watch and get a feel for just how the visitor did things, but the Noivern took priority.

The rising discomfort within his body also reminded him of something else. Poison. He'll need to end this as soon as possible to even have a chance to survive.

The momentary glance towards Jake gave the bat a perfect opportunity to fire off a devastating Hyper Beam, which would've knocked Denko out had he not had the foresight and reflexes fit for his divine status.

Still, it was close enough to fry off part of his left whisker. Easily restorable within a short amount of time, though a mere whisker lost is insignificant compared to an arm or a leg. Plus, there were more important matters at hand.

The good thing was that the Noivern needed to recharge. It didn't really matter, as Denko could knock it out within the next turn regardless. Another Plasma Fists later, and it was down for the count.

X.x.X

Fuckin-

He knew he should've ditched when he had the chance. The paranoid loon part of his psyche was going nuts over Denko's particular word choice there, but it REALLY wasn't the time to dally when he had a sentient iceberg beyblading at him deceptively fast-

He leapt out of the way, flinging a Hellfire Burst - an explosive ball of spectral fire - at the dizzied icecube. That angered it into a predictable charging bite, which he put a stop to with a jumping kick to the forehead, shattering it's armor.

…Wait, wow, that thing's whole body is just pure ice? Most other aliens just use ice armor…he kinda felt bad, if he was honest. This is why he prefers the stealthy approach. Speaking of…

Now frosty was outta the way, there wasn't anything stopping him from ganging up on the bat with-

Oop, wait, nevermind, down it went. Dayum. Note to self: Find a way to intensify tether-shield voltage.

Two more of those multicolored balls were thrown out in front of him and Denko. There were six strapped to the human's waist, and four enemies had already been taken out...

There were only two opponents left. This should be simple.

The ball thrown in front of him explodes in a burst of light to reveal...

...No...

That CAN'T be right. Two look-alikes of HIM within a 12 hour timespan?

That FUCKING blue jackal.

He could feel his teeth sharpen as he clenched them, and if his hand hadn't found his charm his hair and tail would've started flaring. It took all he had to bite down the screams of "GET OUT OF MY LIFE, YOU OLD *FUCK!!*" at someone just unlucky enough to look like him.

Without missing a beat, he charged forward, knee'd it in the stomach, grabbed it by that weird iron spike on the chest, and through some quick, instinctual maneuvering, positioned himself to kick it into the other creature before even noticing what it was.

Said other creature was currently battling Denko, crossing its arms to guard against a punch from the cat, unaware of the oncoming jackal. Seemed like Denko could tell it was coming, as he backs away moments before the blue dog slams into their ally.

The armored creature staggered back up alongside the jackal, both glaring at Jake. The human was also eyeing the fox, before shouting some commands at the creatures. Not that he heard over the deafening pounding in his ears.

The two instantly bound for Jake, the green one charging some kind of blue orb he recognized as concussive energy, while the jackal aimed their fists at his torso.

Pah.

He took the blows, but felt no pain. Though he still jumped back as if he had. The green armored thing threw its concussion blast as he pretended to struggle to his feet. He grabbed his charm and let the blast hit him, kicking up a giant sand cloud.

X.x.X

Denko had to admit, he had NO idea what Jake's plan was. He was an alien, yes, but that was a TEXTBOOK will-o-wisp and high jump kick, and it didn't take a genius to see his face and think "Zorua".

He couldn't help but scream Jake's name when the Aura Sphere hit RIGHT after a double Mach Punch. The trainer got a smug look as he and his pokemon slowly turned back to Denko, and he clenched his fists tighter than he'd ever done, feeling the beginnings of tunnel vision and preparing to send these clowns into next MILLENNIUM…

…And then a pair of coins flew out of the dust, and a pair of blue lasers pinged off them, putting clean holes through the Chesnaught's forearm and Lucario's knee. They collapsed on the spot, only fainting thanks to how insanely fast Pokemon healed from injury, but at the cost of the energy necessary to remain conscious.

Out from the ashes, Jake strolls out completely unscathed. Up until then, Denko had completely forgotten that the fox wasn't actually the illusionary creature he had initially believed. Still, surviving those attacks without even a bruise warranted him to ponder what exactly Jake was...

The two fainted pokemon were returned to their trainer from behind the smoke. Looks like they did it! Now he just has to find a way to cure this poison, then they'll be on their-

An Ultra Ball smacks into the back of Jake from within the smoke, quickly sucking him in with a display of light.

If his panicked scream from earlier wasn't the loudest, this one certainly was. Immediately, he bounds for the pokeball with the intent to pry it open, though he forgot that pokeballs had various defenses when undergoing the catching process.

It was no doubt a measure to protect any pokemon within, though it did nothing to calm the cat. After the second shake, Denko's heart fully dropped as the smoke dissipated, revealing the trainer eager to add this new form of Zorua to his team.

At that moment, Denko didn't care about not hurting the trainer. Jake had a mission that this human couldn't even begin to comprehend, and the fact that they ripped the opportunity to continue on was unforgivable.

On the third shake, a strong electric aura forms around Denko, concentrating at his paws as he prepares to use Plasma Fists on this trainer.

And then there was a fourth shake.

Once Denko felt that extra wobble, confusion arose as he turned around to see the black ball continue to struggle. The electricity dissipates as the trainer matches his confusion.

A fifth shake. If he remembered correctly, pokeballs were NEVER supposed to shake more than three times, even for otherworldly pokemon like Jake. Honestly, he was getting a bit nervous-

On the sixth shake, the ultra ball cracked, then completely SHATTERED to reveal the vulpine, completely unharmed. Denko lets out a HARSH sigh of relief before glaring at the trainer. Jake was faster, though. It was as if he…okay, no, that was DEFINITELY a Shadow Sneak.

His face was deathly calm, but his eyes burned brighter than anything he'd ever seen as he trapped the trainer in a chokehold, gun to their temple. "...This. Didn't. Happen." He pulled the trigger, but all that came from the weapon was a short hum. "Or. Else."

Knowing what had just gone down, and after reminding himself of the fact that Jake was basically stranded on this planet until the Ion is back in his care, he'll give him a pass on that-

X.x.X

The human meekly nodded in response, all Jake needed to know before dropping them, letting the charged shot loose into a nearby boulder. Instantly, they ran off, tears wetting the sand. Coulda just done that from the beginning, but nooooooo, he decided to play along when he'd NEVER SET FOOT ON THIS DAMN MUDBALL AGAIN!!

He let out a frustrated sigh, letting his arms fall to his sides and gaze to the ground. He heard Denko running over, likely to admonish him for that little stunt. He'd done so much worse than just kneecap a couple jerks and threaten someone into silence he felt almost nothing. That kid was way too out of his depth. And so were those scientists.

In a second, he'd silently swung his gun arm around to point at the cat. The footsteps stopped. "...Go home, kid."

Denko's face shifts from one of relief to one of... there's not really a single word to describe it. Disbelief? Maybe, but the expression Jake laid eyes upon didn't really show it.

"Jake, I understand why you did that," the cat spoke softly. "I'm sorry for that, I just-"

"I can handle this by myself. You…all that did was waste my time and make someone else know I'm even here…!" His grip on the weapon tightened. "You may have rules or…or customs or some shit that means humans can walk all over you. Try to control you…!" The inside of that sphere prison flashed across his mind.

"...Well guess what. IM. NOT. FROM. THIS. FUCKING. DIRTBALL!!" His grip had tightened so much his hand shook…Or, wait, was the rest of him shaking? Was he that upset?

…Of course he was. All this, plus being on the run all these years, and NOW some naive kid was GETTING IN THE WAY OF…of…

…Of him going back. To running away. Never letting himself get close to anyone for fear he'll lose them. Like mom. Or…Oh fuck those are tears.

He quickly turned away, forgoing wiping his eyes in the hopes his glasses had hidden them from the overly compassionate cat in front of him. He forced himself to keep sounding angry despite his stinging eyes. Jury was out how well he did.

"You have no idea the shit I've done. What I've seen. People and creatures I've killed just for being in my way. And now…I find a certain white cat slowing me down."

Now, the cat's expression was simply one of sorrow. He knew he should've picked up Jake and ran past the moment that human entered their sights. This was his fault, and that expression proved it.

Still... He must've really wanted to help Jake back onto his feet(Well, rather, back to the stars), cuz he just…didn't shut up. "I'm really sorry... I-I'll stop being a burden." Denko lets out a sigh. "Lead the way."

"NO!" Jake's voice audibly cracked from the sudden yell. "This was never meant to be your problem!"

"Jake, I-"

Forget it. He's wasting valuable seconds arguing with this cat. The longer he's delayed, the longer those humans have their hands on his precious ship. He grasps the chunk of whatever the fuck it is hanging around his neck and vanishes.

X.x.X

"Jake!" Before Denko could chase the minute heat signature that still remained, a swelling pain pierced every inch of his body. The poison. He couldn't continue on, even to Unova by himself.

There's no way he could steal from a center or a mart, even without any kindness that his species was known for. If he didn't succumb to the poison on the way, he'd certainly fall to any pokemon belonging to a trainer.

The cat collapsed onto all fours, finding the energy to stand difficult. He'd need to take Jake's advice, as he should've. 'Go home, kid...'

Turning onto his back, Denko gets his phone out and navigates to his contacts, scrolling past Jake and tapping on the call icon residing next to Perce's name.

Ring. Ring.

"Hello?"

"It's Denko. I need you to pick me up."

"What happened?"

"I'll tell you later, I just need to go home..."

"...Okay. I'm on my way."

The call ends. Denko lets out a sigh of relief as he feels the poison spread evermore. Had Perce not been available, he doesn't know what he'd do. Thankfully, he can rest easy knowing that he'll be home before he knows it. The poison swiftly dissipates from his body as his tired eyes close.

#collab #collab fic #pokemon #zeraora #zorua #pokemon zorua #pokemon zeraora #shiny zeraora #source filmmaker #sfm #story #denko.arts

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lyctorism · 2 years

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still always absolutely obsessed with the theory that, yes, “canonically” reginald named them by number in the order that they were obtained but ALSO. he named them in the reverse order of highest likelihood to cause the apocalypse. like on a scale from 1 to 7, how likely are you, child of mine, to cause the apocalypse? how INTENTIONAL it was? is up for debate but it is oh so highly coincidental i can’t help but think about it

#the umbrella academy #tua #from luther to viktor how easily can the apocalypse and the end of the world be jumpstarted individually?#like it's SOOOO. yheah #like luther and diego are DEFINITELY struggling. they're probably not going to accomplish anything close #allison would need connections. or time.#similarly klaus would also but he's immortal so he has nothing but time #FIVE.... five could. but he wouldn't. for obvious reasons. change my mind #five: oh you need a time vortex? a black hole in the greater metropolis? i can do that.#ben......... i think ben could definitely figure it out. his powers have never exactly been expanded on #and viktor................ well you know viktor #i've been thinking about it Too Much

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doodle-nerd · 2 years

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We will be married one day... || part 6 || Aladarius

Word count: 2563

Notes: Also on ao3! doodle_nerd_43 uwu

@sunset-bobby asked to be tagged for the next part, here you are :DDD

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"Well... I do not swear often, but I have to say, that you fucked up" bard answered. Eda covered her lips with her hand.

"Wow, Alador, you had to do something really intense if it made Raine swear" her voice was a bit shaky, because she was holding back laugh. She knew that situation is serious, but swearing Raine was somehow hilarious.

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"I don't like your tone" he answered, opening the door. "Is something wrong? Maybe come in so we can talk more comfortably" he invited them inside.

Raine sat on the chair near the table. Darius took a sit on the edge of the bed. He looked a bit worried.

"So, what's the matter? Your face fills me with anxiety" he said, looking straight at bard's face. Raine needed a second to convert thoughts into words. They had to start conversations casually, so Darius wouldn't suspect anything...

"I am worried about you" they finally spoke. Darius raised his eyebrow.

"Worried about me? Why?" He searched few past days in his memory, but couldn't remember neither anything bad happening nor his own weird behaviour. Maybe Raine knew about something which Darius couldn't hear about?

"When we talked some time ago I mentioned Alador and your reaction was... Quite intense. I can't stop thinking why was it so emotional" they started slowly. Darius had to resist urge to cut them off right after hearing name "Alador".

"Why are you asking about right now? Were you too busy thinking about ignoring the Owl Lady earlier?" he answered. That was an obvious attack, not very nice, but it was a way of defence. Changing the topic and making another person mad, so they most likely won't fancy talking anymore.

"It doesn't work on me, Darius" they said, just like they could read his mind. Abomination coven head rolled his eyes.

"I don't know what are you talking about" playing stupid might work, at least. It's like big, loud "I don't want to talk", but said less rudely.

"You look... Sad, lately" they ignored Darius' words. "I'm worried about you because you are my friend and if it isn't enough for you to talk, then I can also mention that you won't do a thing with the Day of Unity if you will be so distracted. May any of this convince you to talk?" they asked, looking Darius in the eyes. He looked away.

"Fine" they were right. He should let it all out, for one reason or another. He sighed. Raine stayed quiet.

"We were close friends once, I believe that you can remember that. Some were even joking, that we were dating... I hate to say that they were wrong" he sighed heavily. It was hard to open about it, but at the same time, Raine seemed like right person to listen. He started playing with the ring on his finger. He tried to take it off and close somewhere at least few times in recent days, but it kept coming back on his finger. There was no better place for it.

"I loved him, really. I felt happy to just spend time with him, enjoyed being close, getting him out of his bubble. I think that he liked it, too. Maybe even had crush on me. But I don't think that it could be something more. He wouldn't find himself a wife if he loved me, right?" he raised his eyes and looked at Raine. They remained silent, afraid that Darius will stop talking if they interrupt. They just nodded they head to show, that they are listening.

"Talking about wives... A-and marriage" his voice became shaky. He took a deep breath to make it normal again. "We had agreement. Reach age of twenty five, no serious relationship, we marry each other" he said as simply as he could. Talking much about it would be too painful.

"As you can guess... He married Odalia before that age. And I could live with it, really. It's his choice, even if I don't like it. But... There's more" Raine tried to look surprised before, as if they haven't heard the story from Alador. But now, it might get interesting for real. Maybe they will acknowledge something new.

"I tried contacting him, many times. But... He kind of cut me out of his life. Completely. Meeting less and less often, then ignoring me. I got erased from his life, this is how I feel. Erased. Forgotten. Neither conventional nor unusual methods worked" he frowned.

"What do you mean by "unusual" methods?" Raine asked, bending their head a little. They felt like it might be an important part.

"I checked plans that Blight industries were sending us. I... I was adding little notes on the sides, non professional, sometimes funny. He never answered. Not to a single note" he started to look mad.

That was new. Raine frowned. Something was off here. If Alador wanted to contact Darius and bond with him again, then why would he ignore these messages? These would be a perfect opportunity, he wouldn't have to employ Raine to help. They have to ask him about it next time.

"He didn't contact me at all for a really long time. And lately he dared to came here, show me a ring on his finger and expect me to forgive him ignoring me for so long! What was he thinking, that I'll agree to be his side chick ride away? No fucking way" Raine placed their hand on Darius' shoulder. It reminded him that he should control his emotions. Screaming wasn't best considering where are they right now.

"I assume that rings were part of that agreement, right? A bit like proposal, because it was about getting married in the future?" Raine almost forgot to ask about it. If they didn't, it would be weird. Darius skipped that part, they couldn't just know it.

"Yes, you got it right, songbird. They were a bit like proposal. The closest I got to confessing my feelings" he looked at his hand.

"How about now? Do you still... Feel that way?" They asked, trying not to put too much pressure on him.

"Are you asking if I still love him?" Darius answered with another question. Raine nodded.

"I hate to say it, but... Yes. Yes, I do" he looked away again. Raine never saw him as sad as he was right now. They felt urge to hug and comfort their friend.

"You should fight for your love, then. At least talk about it with him" they said while hugging Darius. He appreciated that gesture.

"Maybe one day. If he would fancy talking to me" he rolled his eyes.

"Don't worry about this. I can arrange your meeting" they answered, stepping back to look at his face.

"Dear Titan, how? Do you secretly contact him from time to time?" his voice sounded sarcastically.

"No. But I can contact Eda. Her child is dating Alador's daughter" they smiled. Darius remained silent for a while.

"Fine. We can do this. But maybe not right away" he said after a few minutes.

"Sure. Let me know when you will be ready"

Darius smiled weakly.

* * *

Sneaking out with help of kids was easier that Alador would expect. Odalia really was ignoring him if he only was busy in his workshop. She didn't bother to talk to him at all, so illusion could do the trick.

Scientist was waiting for Raine at the Owl House. He wasn't best in starting conversations, so they were just sitting there. Atmosphere was a bit awkward.

"Sorry I'm late" Raine rushed through the door opened by Hooty. He already knew that bard is an always-welcome guest and was okay with them coming any time.

"Terra made it really hard for me to leave this time, but I managed. Anyway, I talked to Darius" they were kind of rushing this conversation, because they didn't have much time today.

"And?" Alador looked at Raine's face. His eyes were shining with excitement and hope, but also stress.

"Well... I do not swear often, but I have to say, that you fucked up" bard answered. Eda covered her lips with her hand.

"Uhm... I don't really know what I did, can you explain please?" scientist looked confused.

Something was even more odd. He should connect the dots, shouldn't he?

"You ignored him for a while. I'm not surprised that he wasn't fancy talking to you" Eda finally calmed herself down completely, because Raine's words were interesting.

"What? No! I mean, I might refuse to meet him few times due to work my wife gave me, especially after I was left alone with all of the work, but I never ignored him. Or at least I do not remember something like that happening" they could see that every muscle in Alador's body tenses. Stress completely took over him. Raine sighed.

"He told me about the notes. Notes on the plans, that he sent back to you after checking them. You had to see these" bard finished explaining.

Alador looked puzzled.

"I responded to every single note. He ignored my responses, actually. I never got an answer" he said, frowning. He couldn't understand it.

"He told me that you never answered. Plans were coming back corrected but side notes ignored. Huh, that's quite weird" Raine rubbed their chin.

"It looks like your responses disappeared on a your house - castle way" Eda commented. Alador suddenly got up.

"Of course! Of course it vanished" his voice revealed that he was really mad. "Guess who takes care of sending this to the castle. Come on, take a guess. My fucking wife!" he answered his question before anyone else could open their mouth.

"In that case, she probably knows that you want to reconnect with Darius. And she doesn't like it" Eda said out loud what was obvious. Alador sighed and sat down again.

"I convinced him to meet with you and talk" Raine said softly after a minute of silence. Alador needed it to calm down.

"Just text me when and where. Thank you. Now sorry, but I have to go. I can't believe that this bitch was erasing my notes" he frowned again. Raine put their palm on his shoulder.

"If I can suggest you anything, maybe wait with arguing with her. Talk to Darius first. She might complicate it later" bard tried to keep soft and smoothing voice tone. Alador nodded his head.

"Thank you for your help. I'll try to ignore her like usually. At least for now" he added, said goodbye and left.

Raine sighed heavily. Eda hugged them.

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Darius was looking at the ceiling, thinking. Did he do the right thing telling all of that to Raine? He never talked about all of this to anyone.

Raine was his friend, they knew each other for a long time, but got closer recently due to rebellion thing. They weren't usually talking about things like that. On the other hand, Darius had a feeling that Raine can actually help him.

Ohhh, stupid, stupid, stupid heart! Stupid feelings!

He couldn't really focus on anything recently. Raine was right, he was sad. Short encounter with Alador made him loose his mind over him again. Completely.

How could he still love him after all this time? After being rejected so many times? How could he still have a hope?

He told himself that he wasn't naive nor desperate anymore. But was it true? If he wasn't, he would be able to get over it all, right?

He felt really pathetic. He sighed heavily and looked at the ring.

He closed his eyes and did something that he haven't done for a while. He tried to remember every single detail from that day.

They were sitting on the small hill. He got there first. Alador couldn't run that fast. He had terrible physical condition, not going out much, sitting in his room and experimenting with abomination. Nerd.

Darius smiled slightly.

Alador was slightly blushing. Or was it light reflection on his face? They met just before the sunset. Sky wasn't blue anymore, but pink and red... But he preferred to think that it was a blush. Well, it could be because he was running. But just for a little moment of happiness, he wanted to think that he was blushing at him specifically.

He tried to recall another part of that moment. Oh, he did blush because of him, for sure. When he called him "sweetie". He was kind of joking back then. He wished that he could call him like that for real.

Then he started talking. He took the rings out of his pocket. Oh Titan, he was so stressed at the moment. His heart was beating fast and he was scared how Alador would react. Brunet seemed to be happy with his proposition, thought.

They were watching sunset together. The most beautiful one Darius have ever saw.

He opened his eyes. Back to the grey reality.

He was smiling, but at the very same moment, tears were running down his face. He got up and grabbed a tissue to wipe them off.

His heart felt weirdly calm. It confirmed his conviction that he did the right thing. Telling Raine let him calm his mind.

He walked to the window and rested his elbows on the windowsill. It was quite late already. Sun was setting.

He spent few minutes on looking at it. One more tear run down his cheek and hit the windowsill under.

* * *

Alador came back home. It was weirdly silent. Well, maybe kids were busy in their rooms and Odalia left or something. He didn't want to overthink it at the moment.

He went straight to his workshop, so illusion might disappear.

Then he gasped in horror.

Illusion wasn't there.

Something had to go wrong this time.

He started checking every room, looking for the rest of his family.

He found them in the living room. Odalia was sitting on the sofa. Amity, Edric and Emira were next to her. All of them had sad expressions on their faces. When he entered the room, his son raised his eyes. His look said "sorry".

"Alador" Odalia's voice was sharp and unpleasant for the ear. Brunet cringed when he heard it.

"Why did you gather all of the family members here? Spending time together isn't in your style, so I assume that there's a different reason" he said, trying to play it cool. It wasn't easy. He still was extremely mad at her for getting rid of notes.

"You tell me. How bad has to be a father to turn his kids against their mother?" she frowned slightly, making the face of a victim. It made Alador even angrier. She wasn't the poor, innocent one.

"How bad mother has to be to have all three of her kids against her" he answered, clenching his fists. His face was completely red.

"I didn't know that you can talk back" she rolled her eyes. "Children. All of you are grounded. Go to your rooms" she said, ignoring Alador for a second. Amity and twins got up, but didn't leave.

"What are you waiting for? I said: go to your rooms" her voice got even more unpleasant. All of the kids cringed, looked at their dad once more and left.

"And we... We need to talk" she frowned, looking her husband right in the eyes. Alador gritted his teeth and nodded.

He had to face her earlier that he thought.

#the owl house #toh #darius toh #darius deamonne #alador blight #alador toh #aladarius #dalador #alarius #alador x darius #darius x alador

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cherrykindness · 3 years

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let's make babies |

pairing: Harry Styles x Actress!Reader

summary: you and harry are doing a live on instagram, you've drunk a lot of wine and now the world knows that the future Mrs. Styles is ready to make babies.

warnings: mostly cute, but the title tells you what you need to know 🤪

"What is your favorite song from the Fine Line album?" Y/N read aloud, twirling in her right hand the second glass of wine of the evening, the one already halfway through. "Adore You and Watermelon Sugar, of course."

Harry giggled, rolling his eyes upon hearing his fiancée's statement.

"Y/N will always choose Adore You because it was obviously written for her." He accused. "She wouldn't give that answer under different circumstances."

The comments climbed up the screen continuously, most fans gushing about how cute Harry Styles and YN/LN could be while the other part was concerned with wringing even more information out of the slightly inebriated couple who had decided to do a surprise live one early Sunday morning.

As expected after being away for some time to begin filming Don't Worry, Darling in Southern California, Harry enjoyed a lazy weekend in the house he shared with his fiancée and her pets. The days were filled with late naps and relentless Netflix marathons, sublime and ethereal evenings, marked mostly by unexpected declarations and rounds of sex that used to last until the beams of light were shyly coming through the linen curtains. They were not a monotonous couple, so this order could easily be changed.

"Watermelon Sugar is nothing more than about my love for watermelons, don't get too creative." Harry replied to a fan while sporting a corner smile, the message standing out among the rest for its dozens of emojis and large print, questioning the singer about erotic content behind the lyrics of his latest hit. "I really don't know what you guys are talking about."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head before leaning it against her fiancé's chest, propped up on the soft white pillows that were spread practically all over the bed. The air conditioner was on at a minimal temperature and a light rain whipped on the panes of glass camouflaged by the cream-colored curtain, that being the projection of Y/N's favorite nights.

"You can tell them, I'm not shy." She joked, nudging her fiancé's waist.

"You know what it was written about and who it was written for." Harry replied, raising one of his eyebrows. "That's what matters."

It went without saying that much of Harry's newest album, as well as some of his earlier work, had been done in exclusive dedication to his future wife. Y/N had been the muse for a vast repertoire of romantic songs, and even though the singer preferred to keep the story behind his more explicit compositions a "secret", the relationship the two had shared for more than three years was already solid and known enough for the media and fans to distinguish hidden messages in small details.

"It's a song about what usually comes before the act of making babies." Y/N laughed as he pointed at the display. "Honestly, you guys are impossible."

"No, we make babies every day." Harry joked, making a funny motion with his eyebrows. "I would spend my entire career writing just about that."

"Harry!" The actress exclaimed incredulously, slapping her fiancé weakly on the chest. "Children might be watching this."

"You don't want to have babies with me?" He asked falsely offended, accepting the cup that Y/N offered him. "Because I want some babies with you."

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes as she watched the internet freak out at the dialogue that had suddenly emerged. Since the beginning of the quarantine, it was kind of inevitable that the couple of artists would not become the darlings of all social media; they were fervently active with photos, videos, and lives that depicted step by step daily life in isolation, gaining more and more followers and making the media more and more fascinated by the relationship they both shared.

The wedding was scheduled for the summer of next year and it was perhaps the most anticipated event in the tabloids. Bets about what the model of Y/N's dress would be and lists presuming who would be selected for the short list of guests stood out among countless news stories about the famous people influencing pop culture today.

The possible arrival of a Styles baby was an inevitable topic in interviews. Harry and Niall were the only members of the ex-boyband that had not become fathers yet, and because they had maintained a solid relationship and were seen as one of the most enviable couples during the last four years, Y/N and Harry had gotten used to all this openly asked questions. They didn't mind, they even had fun with the montages and all the anxiety that dominated the whole internet, often mentioning the fandoms' efforts to represent them as such "cool" parents in perfectly edited pictures.

"No, guys, I'm not pregnant." Y/N amusingly clarified the doubt of dozens of new comments. "Please don't believe so many controversial news stories that appear out there. I was on twitter last week and saw several people theorizing about a possible pregnancy, most of the arguments based on a website that used photos from the set of How to Get Away with Murder in the season where I was actually playing a pregnant woman as Laurel." She laughed. "It's so funny! I know you guys love to guess these things, but we won't hide something so special when it actually happen, I promise."

"Especially because Y/N can hide absolutely nothing from anyone." Harry accused, leaving his drink on the corner table before settling into a comfortable position for the two of them. "Anyone who's a Marvel fan knows that. That's one of her most characteristic quirks."

"They gave me a fake script for the last two movies." Y/N agreed, shaking his head. "For me and Tom."

"We agreed to keep the engagement a secret for a while. The plan was to travel to Holmes Chapel to break the news to my family in person, but guess who got a call at ten o'clock at night from an angry Anne because she learned of her son's engagement from an interview Y/N gave the next day?"

Y/N gave a guilty smile, winking gracefully at the camera. "It was all James' fault! I'm sure he already suspected something, those questions were very suspicious."

"Of course the questions were suspicious, babe. You literally said you had a secret that involved both of us but that you couldn't tell because it was important that our families knew first."

"I thought he would think about a pregnancy or something!" The actress defended herself, feeling very convincing in her intonation bordering on obviousness. "That's a mania I can't get rid of, it's in my genes."

"Did you all hear that? Further proof that you guys don't have to worry about guessing when Y/N's pregnancy will be, I'm sure our baby will make sure to tell you everything while still in the womb, mom's genes will make sure of that."

"You are so funny, Harry Styles." Y/N sarcastically stated, holding back a giggle as countless messages with laughing emojis were frantically up. "Yeah, I know I talk a lot and all, but you have annoying quirks too."

It was obvious that live would be news the next day. Although they were completely open about matters concerning their relationship, nothing seemed better than receiving so much exclusive information from a Harry and S/N drunk on expensive wine.

"You wake up in a bad mood and you're dangerously sexy, that should be illegal."

Harry laughed, holding his fiancée's waist a little tighter as he felt her tumble a little further to the side, getting closer and closer to the edge of the bed. Y/N was dangerously weak for drinks, and the singer knew that the actress' body was already near its limit.

"You're the only sexy person here, love." He declared with a corner smile, evidently finding the whole situation funny. "Do you want to go to sleep now?"

"No." Y/N shook her head. "Can we watch some movie? Can we watch Sweet Home?"

"Of course, love." He murmured, giving the woman a quick kiss on the forehead.

Even though Harry knew that his fiancée was unlikely to make it past the five-minute mark of the episode, he made sure to restart the korean series at exactly the scene where she had stopped, the first chapter still halfway through after Y/N realized that it would be impossible to watch such a macabre work without a drop of alcohol in her blood.

She had been so excited by the taste of Argentinian wine and the idea of updating her fans after a few weeks away, that she had forgotten the main purpose of the live. Harry and Y/N had been apart for a few days due to the new movie the Brit was shooting in North America, all happening in an unrestrictedly careful manner due to the restrictions caused by the pandemic.

He was slowly migrating towards acting and the future Mrs. Styles couldn't be prouder. Y/N had felt on cloud nine when Harry had given her the news of his upcoming job, but her only pronouncement on the subject had been a succinct post on instagram. Just a photo of the couple on a trip to Germany with a simple heart emoji didn't seem enough for the actress' exhibitionist soul, and coming to that conclusion was the main reason she decided to invite him, already relatively changed, for a live appearance. Y/N wanted to go on and on about how much she loved that man and work on that whole honeyed speech that would bring her (once again) the title of "cutest bride of all time," but of course Harry had to come home from his trip with his favorite red wine and poison her with those sweet caresses that took her out of orbit, turning the degree of alcohol content into the least of her problems.

"You're going to kiss Florence." Y/N exclaimed suddenly, as if only now realizing that her fiancé would share the screen with Florence Pugh, one of her closest friends in that industry. "Kiss on the mouth."

The MacBook was still open and hundreds of new comments were going up every second, but Harry didn't bother one bit to warn her about the possibility of her becoming a meme the next day. He was having too much fun with the situation to worry.

"Are you jealous?"

"Yes." She stated with a pout. "I am jealous, I just don't know if I'm more jealous of her or of you."

"But you kiss me every day, babe." Harry laughed. "And you've been kissing other people's men for almost ten years." He joked.

"But I only think about you, I already told you that."

Harry shook his head negatively at the camera, knowing he was sharing with the fans the funniest side of his fiancée.

"I know that, honey." He assured, lightly stroking the actress' back. "I think we'd better turn off the TV and go to sleep now, I'm sure you'll have a terrible headache tomorrow."

The brit planned to bid his audience goodbye and put an end to that recording, but Y/N was drunk and her sense of right and wrong had already gone to space. Harry should have been quicker, however, because his fiancée's speech would be cause for new tags and the only subject for the interviewers for at least the next few months.

"I don't want to sleep, how about we make babies?"

That's what Watermelon Sugar was all about, after all.

#harry styles imagine #imagine1d #imagine harry styles #harry x reader #harry styles x reader #fluffy imagine #harry fluff #actress reader

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twoidiotwriters1 · 2 years

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Copycat: Agent Zero —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: I said you would get Peter back I never said that would make things better -Danny

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vii: Recruitment Day

"I don't wanna be here..." she groaned.

"He'll feel better if he sees you."

"I'm going to make it worse," she walked into the room and looked around, "but if I have to choose between making him uncomfortable and upsetting Fury... I guess is pretty obvious..."

They heard voices coming from the hall, Talos sat at the corner of the room and pulled out his tranquilizers, Cat stood next to him and leaned against a wall looking disgruntled.

"Look, I just wanna spend some time with MJ— we were talking about Paris and I think she really likes me..." Peter walked in with his back facing them.

The words stunned her, she wouldn't have moved even if the place had burst into flames.

"That's nice," Ned was the next person to wander in, "it reminds me of when Betty and I first fell in love..."

Betty and Ned!

"...I had just finished my fruit cobbler, right, and—" Talos shot him before he could finish his sentence.

She knew their lives had restarted without her, but she didn't think they would turn into this! Ned and Betty were dating? And Peter said something about MJ... for some reason, it made her want to cry, but she kept her mouth shut and brows furrowed, her emotions were pointless.

"You're a very difficult person to contact, Spider-man."

Peter turned around slowly, took the toothbrush out of his mouth, and stared at the man next to her.

"You're Nick Fury," he mumbled, "and you just shot Ned!"

"It's just a mild tranquilizer, he'll be alright," Fake Fury leaned forward, "so good to finally meet you! I saw you at the funeral, but I didn't think that was a good time to exchange numbers."

"No, that would've been really inappropriate," Peter said with a nervous laugh.

"It's what I just said," Fury replied. "Agent Zero did her best to keep you away, she's against your recruitment."

"Agent Zero?" Peter finally looked at her. "That your name now?"

"Sorta."

"And you didn't want to recruit me?" His voice changed. "Is that why you pushed me away?"

Her eyes darted towards Ned and decided not to answer. She didn't know how Talos knew, cause she'd never told Fury about it, but that was true. She went to Fury begging to be hired in hopes that he'd look past Kurt and Peter. He'd done it, perhaps not fully, but he hadn't looked for them.

"The important thing is, you're here," Talos continued, "I tried to bring you here, you avoided me, and now you're here. What a coincidence."

"You what?" Cat turned to the man next to her. "You never told me that!"

"Am I supposed to report back to an agent below my rank?" He asked dryly.

The mutant bit her tongue. "Sorry, sir," she said, but it came out tense and full of sarcasm, "I wasn't thinking."

"Wait," Peter leaned forward with childish curiosity. "Was this a coincidence?"

The more she thought about it, the more something felt out of place, but she couldn't tell exactly what it was.

"I used to know everything," Fury responded, "then I come back five years later and now I know nothing. No intel, no team— and a high school kid, is dodging my calls!"

"To be fair, Fury, a grown man shouldn't be calling an underage boy he doesn't know—"

"Here's what I do know..."

Talos spoke over her, he'd been warned about her tendency to poke fun at her superiors, so he was ready to face it without losing his train of thought. Not that he was actually that grumpy anyway, Talos was a softie, everyone knew it.

She let Fury do all the talking, her mind was jumping from one thing to another and she felt she wouldn't be able to say a damn coherent sentence for at least another hour. Mr. Harrington came into the room and interrupted their talk, Fury remained deadly quiet while Peter got rid of him, and just when the teacher had closed the door, a second person knocked on it.

"Babe, you're still awake? You're not answering any of my texts..."

"Uhm..." Peter was on the verge of an anxiety attack. "He's asleep, Betty!"

"Oh! Already?" The girl questioned, a little embarrassed.

"Mmhm, yeah," Peter's hand tightened around his toothbrush.

Betty went away then, but Mr. Dell arrived right after and it made Talos lose his patience.

"Another person touches that door, you and I are going to attend another funeral," he got up. "Suit up! And you..." he pointed at her, "make sure he doesn't stay behind."

"He doesn't work for you," she reminded him. The man gave a step forward to scold her. "But I do, so of course, I'll do what you ask."

Fury exited the room and left her in the most uncomfortable silence of her entire life. She moved toward the boy's suitcase and searched for his suit just to do something.

"Was it true?" Peter said quietly. "What he said about the funeral..."

Cat didn't look at him. "You'd gone through enough, so I did my best to keep you and Nightcrawler out of this."

Peter gave a step forward and she stepped back in alarm, her body reacted on its own. The boy didn't seem hurt by this reaction. "I knew it!" He was a mix of joy and exasperation. "You could've just said—"

"You would've listened?"

Peter didn't reply, she walked up to his suitcase, pulling the red and blue suit from it. "Get changed."

"I'm glad to see you," he added before she could leave, "Thought you'd like to know... I mean, sounds like you think I'm having a hard time handling everything, but I'm... I'm better now."

Her hand grabbed the doorknob but she didn't turn it.

"Let me be clear," she moved her head slightly to the side, "we are not friends. This is no life for a boy like you. I was trained to obey my superior's orders and to be a team player, and that's all I'll be. Got it?" She pulled the door open. "Once I'm done here, we're back to being strangers."

Peter grabbed the suit and began to take off his clothes, when he heard the squeaky door closing he muttered. "She could've just said 'okay'..."

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kizarose · 3 years

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Soft Adaman Angst

Can be read as a y/n situation. Bear with me on that, as I don't normally write Y/N.

Disclaimer, I'm writing this from a fem!MC perspective, just because it's based on a fantasy scenario I randomly thought up between my OC character and Adaman lol. But y'all can put it in whatever perspective y'all want. Anywayyysss....

SPOILER WARNING:

Alright so I know in the game, we don't actually end up going back to our own time, but what if we did?

So it's coming to the end of the game and the MC just completed the Pokedex in order to meet Arceus. Their reason for being in Hisui is complete, so they'll most likely be sent back to their own time after meeting Arceus. But the thing is, they got used to living in Hisui and made so many friends and became a hero. They know that their loved ones will be worried about them if they don't return, but at the same time, they wouldn't mind just staying here and continue to adventure around the region. Basically, they are feeling conflicted about actually going back.

(In game universe, the MC was probably still the champion of the region (that or lost the title to Cynthia again) and so they still have an air of importance. If you wanna make this a y/n, we go back to our mundane would where we are just a normal person, living our mundane life)

Anyways, one of the reasons why they are conflicted about leaving is because of Adaman. During the time they were exiled and had to choose who to go with, Adaman and the MC end up getting pretty close. Close as in, several times they would open up to each other about what they were feel and any insecurities they had. Since they were both outsiders from their respective lives, they could speak freely without any judgement.

Conversations evolved into causal touches, such as high-fives, holding onto a shoulder or arm when looking at something, leaning against each other to keep themselves up from laughing, etc. As they became more comfortable with the closeness, those casual touches became a bit more intimate: leaning heads on shoulders, huddling together for warmth in the cold areas, resting heads on laps when one was exhausted, etc, until it started to become obvious that something was forming between the two. When someone got emotional or upset, the other would wordlessly comfort the other, usually by embracing the other while they let the tears fall.

Once Adaman saw the MC ||capture the legendary Pokemon|| his feelings finally came to a head and he realized he was in love with the MC. At first, he was happy to finally understand his feelings, but once he realized that the reason as to why the MC was sent here was coming to a close, he gets sad. Sad because that means they can't be together. He thinks he should just keep it to himself, but at the same time, he doesn't want to have any regrets. So he plans to tell the MC how he feels.

Fast forward to the night before the MC decides to seek Arceus, Adaman calls the MC out to camp at one of his favorite spots in the region. A very scenic area that overlooks the water. The only person who knows about it is Mai, so he has to tell her not to bother him for the night. It's here that he decides to confess to the MC. But first, he asks them how they are feeling and so they have another one of their deep talks. The MC confesses that they are conflicted about going back, because it turns out that while they were content with their lives initially, living in Hisui changed that. They don't know if they can go back to living their mundane lives after experiencing the thrills in Hisui. It's this moment that Adaman asks if they would stay. The interaction goes something like this:

Adaman: "Well what if...you stay here? With me?

MC: What?

Adaman: listen, I know it might sound selfish, but ever since we were traveling together, I started to develop feelings for you. Then at the temple, when I saw your unwavering bravery, I realized I had fallen in love with you. If I'm being honest...I've never felt this way for anyone. And I don't think I could ever again if I tried. So... please. Stay with me.

MC: Adaman...heh. well I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel anything for you too. But...I don't know if that would even be possible. I have a family, and friends back in my time. I...even already have someone waiting for me. And I love them very dearly. I love them... just as much as I love you.

Adaman: I...see. Then I understand. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have my clan. I also don't want that other person to have to suffer a heartbreak, especially since it seems as though they didn't get to say goodbye. But... even so, I do want to ask if you can indulge a selfish request of mine?

MC: what's that?

Adaman: if this is truly our last night together, then I don't want to have any regrets. Can I...kiss you at least? Just once?

MC: is that...all you want?

Adaman: w-well...I-.....no, that's not all, but I...

MC: it's okay. You said it yourself...if this is our last night together, no regrets right? Tell me what you really want.

Adaman: ...I want you.

MC: Then take me.

Taking that as cue, Adaman brings the MC into a long and deep kiss, eventually heading into the tent for one passionate night that has an air of desperation to not let go of each other once, as they fear the MC could disappear at any moment.

Next day, they say their goodbyes before the MC goes to face Arceus. The MC gives a trinket that came with them to Adaman as a way to remember them by. They said "keep this trinket, and maybe one day, I'll meet your descendant."

Adaman decides to join the MC as far as the entrance to the destroyed temple, but not to it as it would be too painful to see them leave, and so he doesn't linger. They part with one final kiss, before going their separate ways.

(I have three ways this can end)

1st ending: the MC goes back to their time and see that they were sent back to the exact moment they were first called, making it seem as though they were never gone. When they see they S/O the next day, they notice they have a certain trinket around their neck. When asked about it, they said it's "a family heirloom that's been passed down throughout their family." This causes the MC to tear up and basically tackle their S/O because they and Adaman end up getting together after all.

2nd Ending: Turns out, the MC was legitimately Isekai'd to the Hisui because they ended up getting into an accident in their own time. So by all accounts, they have been reincarnated and now is able to call Hisui their home. Once they realize this, they are of course saddened, but realize they can truly be with Adaman now. So they get on Braviary and soar over to the Diamond settlement where they are met with surprise by Mai that they are still here. Mai had already gotten the gist from Adaman (and knew that he loved the MC), and so she heads straight for his home and tells them the news. Adaman, upon seeing the MC, legit starts to cry and immediately goes to embrace/kiss the MC, relishing the fact they can actually be together now. He then proposes marriage

3rd ending: The MC wasn't dead in their time, and was just yoinked by Arceus. Yet, even after completing the task, Arceus doesn't send the MC back at all and just leaves them in Hisui. The next part is similar to the previous ending, but the MC is just a bit more on the annoyed side.

#legends arceus #legends arceus spoilers #adaman #Pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon legends spoilers #Pokemon Legends Arceus spoilers

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lavendersugarplum · 4 years

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☂︎ZEROᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵈ ᵘᵐᵇʳᵉˡˡᵃ

(The Umbrella Academy x Sibling! Adolescent! Reader)

sᴏɴs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀs

─━━━━━━⊱☂︎⊰━━━━━━─

ZERO WAS OBSERVING HERSELF in the mirror imagining what her day would be like this morning. The change in the weather already had her feeling gloom, but she didn't really expect much from today. It was probably just going to be just like every morning, or so she thought.

Seconds later, Pogo came in, gently, through the door. "Miss Y/n, Luther, and the rest of your siblings are here." As soon as those words fell out of the chimp's mouth she froze as if she didn't know how to process what he just said. She couldn't believe it. Zero didn't think that they would even attend. After how so Sir Reginald treated them, this must be some kind of joke. Once Zero fully processed what was happening, she positions herself around and raised an eyebrow. "Why hadn't you told me they were coming before?"

"I wanted it to be a surprise." Pogo smiled gently at her before walking up to fix the tie on her uniform. Once he was done tying it, he looked at her with his big brown eyes. "You'll do fine. Just talk to them." Zero nodded in understanding, eyes furrowed. "I see....... and Pogo?

"Yes?""You don't have to call me Miss. I'm not quite grown up, as you can see."

"Well, I think you've grown to be a mature young lady," Pogo said smiling.

"Too bad Mr. Hargreeves didn't think so." Zero thought as she walked out of the room.

~☂︎~

TO SAY THAT SHE WAS nervous was an understatement. It had been forever since she had seen any of her siblings at all, including Luther. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of Zero's head in anxiousness. Within every step she took getting closer to the living room, the feeling of her throat closing up came with it.

When Zero arrived in the living room, the first person she saw was her bulky brother Luther along with Diego, Allison, Klaus, and Vanya. They had all looked so grown up. It almost made Zero envy for how mature they had gotten.

"Zero has arrived." Pogo announced causing the five to have their eyes zapped straight to Zero. Vanya was the first to walk up to her with welcoming arms. "Zero." Vanya went over to hug her, causing Zero to back away trying to contain her abilities from being triggered. "I'm sorry." Vanya apologized as she backed away.

"You came back." Zero said, putting what had just happened aside. She was just overjoyed and slightly overwhelmed to see her family again.

"I told you I would come back." Vanya shyly smiled, running a hand through her dark brunette hair. The next person to the conversation was Klaus.

"Oh my, Zero! Well I'd say you don't look a day over..... Since I last saw you!" Klaus said acting surprised but was just really being a tease."Some family reunion, huh?" Zero slightly rolled her eyes at him. "Go on, M-I mean Zero. Go sit by Luther." Pogo held his hand out in the direction of the couch. As Zero made her way over to the couch, she tried to avoid eye contact with her siblings in pure shyness.

"So do you come out of your room now or is it just for stupid occasions like these?" Diego asked, clearly annoyed.

"Diego." Allison warned.

"It's fine." Zero said quietly, voice barely above a whisper. As soon as she said that Klaus's eyes widened.

"Wait. She can talk now?"

Klaus asked, but everyone just ignored it as a question.

"Why am I always the last to know about stuff?" Klaus groans as he fixes himself a drink.

A pensive silence starts to enclose over the room. Zero understood it was kinda awkward because none of them saw each other in such a long time.

Zero observed her siblings as they had their moments of silence. She looked to Luther who looked the same just as when he had left. With the chimpanzee DNA he took, he had gotten taller. She remembers when they were younger, with him being the leader. She knows Luther tried his best, but Reginald didn't think that was enough. Luther was always the leader, and she could feel how much it always got on Diego's nerves. Those two were always getting into rivalries.

Sh started to feel bad that he's going to realize he went to the moon for no reason. Reginald didn't read his reports at all; and she knew that.

Even though Luther was raised to be the best and most useful, Zero couldn't deny that he went through some trauma. They all did. He was raised to believe he was the best and a leader. Another example of Reginald's bad parenting. And as a result, his ego is still here, as Zero noticed. He's the only one that still cares for his father, while Zero just doesn't know how to feel after all the things he did to her. They say it's always better to forgive, but Zero just doesn't know.

Luther loved being hero more than anything, she had to just hope that he wouldn't put that over himself and his family.

Her pupils bored over to Diego. He may be brash, but deep down Zero senses that he's insecure and still wants to prove himself. Still trying to measure up to Luther, even though Diego has become very skilled in Zero's eyes. She still remembers the time when they had first interacted.

~☂︎~

ZERO WAS WALKING DOWN the hall with Reginald's reports in her hand; taking them to him. A thud into her shoulder made every last one of the reports fall out of her hand, but like magic, she reached her hands and the reports defied gravity to arrive back into her possession.

"Sorry"

Zero was about to walk away but Diego stopped her.

"W-wait. I heard you in my mind. What kind of ridiculous trick are you playing on?"

"...... I can read minds and feel emotions."

"Well don't do that on me. I-i don't need a weird girl like you looking through my mind." With that Diego walked away, keeping a guard on his mind.

~☂︎~

ZERO THEN PEERS AT ALLISON. She had grown up to be a very pretty girl, as so Zero thought. Allison was always nice towards everyone in the Umbrella Academy. She never once talked bad about anyone behind their backs, which is quite admirable to Zero. How much Allison craved for attention is what she didn't notice.

Then there's Klaus. Still the same rebellious person he is. Zero admires how he can just move on and not dwell on the past too much. Sweet and vulnerable as a boy, and also her other close friend thanks to Ben. Besides herself, Klaus got experimented on by Sir Reginald the most. Through the years he has become not all himself, which awakens her concern for his well-being.

Finally, there's Vanya. Zero learned that she became a writer. She remembers when she sent her book to Reginald, but he never read it. Zero finds herself wondering how her music career was doing. Though in the past she seemed aloof, not want to have anything to do with her siblings, Zero had always watched them from afar, knowing their feelings and insecurities.

But sometimes it would be too much feelings and insecurities.

Zero's thought process was interrupted when Luther began the gathering speech.

"I guess we should get this started. So, I figured we could have a sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown. Say a few words, just at dad's favorite spot."

"Dad had a favorite spot?" Allison asked, astonished, an expression of surprise crossing her face along with the others.

"You know, under an oak tree. We used to sit out there all the time. None of you ever did that?" Luther asked, like it was a usual thing.

Not all of us were his Number One, is what Zero thought.

"Will there be any refreshments? TV? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner." Klaus asked as he nonchalantly popped a joint, joining his siblings in the living room, drink in hand. Luther's face scrunched up at Klaus.

"What? No. And put that out. Dad didn't allow smoking in here."

"Is that my skirt?" Allison says in tone, referring to the skirt Klaus was wearing. "What? Oh, yeah, this. I found it in your room. It's a little dated, I know. But it's very breathy on the." Klaus motions his hands. ".... Bits."

"Listen up. Still, some important things that we need to discuss, all right?" Luther proceeds.

"Like what?" Diego asked dryly and uninterested.

"Like the way he died."

"And here we go." Diego rolled his eyes, uninterested.

"I don't understand." Vanya mumbles. I thought they said it was a heart attack."

"Yeah, according to the coroner."

"Well, wouldn't they know?"

"Theoretically," Luther explained.

"Theoretically?" Allison asked.

"I'm just saying, at the very least, something happened. the last time I talked to Dad, he sounded strange."

"Oh, Quelle surprise!" Klaus exclaimed gurgling his drink.

"Strange how?" Allison asked.

"He sounded on edge. Told me I should be careful who to trust. Hearing these things made Zero look up from her lap, at Luther.

"Luther, he was a paranoid, bitter old man who was starting to lose what was left of his marbles," Diego said walking over to him.

"No. He must have known something was going to happen. Zero, you must know something. Did he say anything out of the usual to you?" Luther said kneeling to Zero.

".........No." Zero replied, looking back down.

Luther sighed and got back up. "Look, I know you don't like to do it, but I need you to talk to Dad," Luther said referring to Klaus, causing Allison to scoff.

"I can't just call Dad in the afterlife and be like, "Dad, could you just...stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call?"

"Since when? That's your thing," Luther encourages.

"I'm just not in the right frame of mind," Klaus replied.

"You're high?" Allison exclaims.

"Yeah! Yeah! I mean, how are you not listening to this nonsense?"

"Well, sober up, this is important. Then there's the issue of the missing monocle." Luther said.

"Who gives a shit about a stupid monocle?" Diego said.

"Exactly. It's worthless. So whoever took it, I think it was personal. Someone close to him. Someone with a grudge."

"Where are you going with this?" Klaus asked.

"Oh, is it obvious, Klaus? He thinks one of us killed dad." Diego said, eyes trained on Luther.

"You do?" Klaus said in awe.

"And I already know exactly who is the main suspect is. He thinks Zero did it." As soon as Diego said that everyone's eyes went wide and Zero tensed up.

"No, Zero. That's not-" Luther reached out for Zero, but she backed away.

"Why......do you lie?" That was the last thing she said before walking out of the room, heading for her bedroom.

"How could you think she would do that," Vanya said in disbelief.

"She's a kid, Luther," Diego said.

"You're crazy, man. You're crazy. Crazy."

Klaus, Vanya, and Diego started to storm at the room not wanting to continue with the conversation anymore.

Allison started to walk away too with a disappointed look on her face.

"That went well," Luther said sarcastically. He sighs and settles down on one the couches and rubs his head in exhaustion.

"Master Luther."

Luther's thoughts were halted by Pogo, who walked in; wooden walking stick glued to his paw. Luther had called him in to ask him about Sir Reginald's Monocle which turned to be missing.

"I'm trying to locate Dad's monocle. Have you perhaps seen it?"

Pogo simply shakes his head.

"No, unfortunately I haven't, but I would assume it would be one of his personal findings."

"It's not there... I've already checked." Luther goes silent almost about to give up.

~☂︎~

ZERO WAS IN HER BEDROOM reading the book Ben gave her. She already read it a thousand times, but this book is the only thing she has of Ben. She soon started to hear the music play in the house. She shook her head and kept reading. Zero' started to think about what Luther had said about their father seeming off. It wasn't just him, she also noticed he was a out of character months before he passed. Reginald started telling her more about the world beyond the Academy. Of course they would have their usual sessions, like playing chest or eating breakfast together. Sometimes they would just sit by the fireplace in silence. No lectures, no teachings, just silence.

Zero's thought process was diminished by a Thunder clap and sound clouding her ears, along with bright blue shadowing over her room. Zero decided she would stay in a room since there is no way she was going outside. A blue glint casted her eyes as she just stared in awe at the illuminating glow. It was some sort of a wormhole forming in mid-air. She saw her siblings going out to look at it as well.

"And just what do they think they're doing?"

She saw Klaus coming out with a fire extinguisher throwing it in. She then saw Luther directing them to back away from it. All the Hargreeves just stared at it with the wind ferociously blowing. The unbelievable happened. A small figure fell from the whole. As soon as the person hit the ground, the wormhole instantly closed up.

The siblings started to inch closer to the figure, along with Zero who examined the person with curious eyes, eyes widening at what it was.

It was her missing brother.

Five Hargreeeves

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maplecornia · 3 years

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chapter 33

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 1.86K

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You watched them from the sidelines ever since you were a young teenage girl. Now you’re grown up, they’ve returned after 2 long years and everything has changed. What happens when you pull back the mask and find the darkness within? What happens when you see that they’re broken?

"Everyone welcome Lin Yen. She will be your trainee from this day forward."

It's happened.

You're finally a trainee.

Your dream is finally coming true.

So why do you feel uneasy?

Looking up at Jungkook who walks just a few paces ahead of you for the millionth time, you swallow hard.

How did this happen?

"Well I've already said it once, I have too much on my plate to make time for her."

When BangPD said he was taking you to a meeting discussing your training, you didn't expect to find the rest of BTS there. Nor did you expect Yoongi to be glaring at you the entire time.

Avoiding his clear distrust, you tighten your jaw. You thought yesterday he and you had come to a mutual understanding, and at least respected the other...

Glancing his way you try hard not to shiver at the bone-chilling stare he sends your way.

Clearly, it seems nothing has changed.

Jin, noticing the exchange, rolls his eyes and nudges your arm. You turn to where he sits beside you and he gives you an encouraging smile. "Ignore him, Yen. He still hasn't gotten used to you here."

Well, that much is obvious.

But you do appreciate the way Jin is trying to look after you so you return the smile with a small one of your own. Glancing back towards Suga you try not to sigh.

Actually, you don't think he necessarily has a problem with you as a person, there seems to be more that's going on with him. Things that don't include you, but are targeted towards you. Almost as though he were dishing his frustrations out on you.

"If we look at this objectively, Suga, Jhope, and I would probably have the least time out of the rest of you to train her." Namjoon pipes up, his fingers tapping impatiently on the table. No doubt he has things to be doing as well but is too polite to voice his frustration at being kept from his work.

You glance towards him quite sympathetically. When you got here this morning, he was still working at his studio, multiple coffee cups and empty plates of food and snacks scattered around. You wish you could help him in some way, but the best help you probably could do is give him some space.

"Couldn't she pick up producing skills as your assistant?" Jungkook questions and Namjoon almost sighs as he massages his temple.

"It's not that simple..."

"And it's not as important."

At BangPD's interjection, the rest of the room turns towards him.

"Yen is training as a vocalist. She won't need to learn rapping skills, nor focus too much on producing at the moment. The only things she needs to worry about are singing and learning simple dance techniques."

You nod, opening your mouth to try and agree, but Yoongi cuts you off.

"Perfect. Then you won't need me."

As he pushes back his chair, standing to leave, you feel that you should be the one angry. Honestly, did you ask for his help? You've done nothing towards him for him to be treating you this way. Plus it's not okay for someone to just dish their frustration out on you. Even if you are the easiest target.

Don't be involved at all, see if I care.

However, before Yoongi can exit, Namjoon's stern voice holds him back.

"Enough Yoongi. I know you do not agree with this decision, but it has been made. This concerns all of us." Suga turns to him, opening his mouth as though to tell him off, but Namjoon raises his eyebrow.

"Unless you are no longer a part of BTS?"

At the rising tension in the room, you almost shrink into your chair. You almost think Yoongi will destroy RM with the voracious glare he wears on his face, but after a moment of silence, he walks back to his chair and sits down.

An uncomfortable silence ensues, and you can't help but feel as though you were an unwanted third party. How that is possible at a meeting discussing you, is as confusing to you and it is to anyone else.

"I wouldn't mind being her mentor."

Flinching in surprise, you turn to the person who spoke up beside you.

Jungkook.

"Jungkook, are you sure?" Hoseok asks him, and Jungkook turns to him with a smile and sparkling eyes. He seems to be filled to the brim with excitement, as though he could run laps around the building five times without breaking a sweat.

"Of course, I'm not the main vocalist for nothing. Plus, I'm center, so I'm fairly experienced in dancing and other positions." When he glances your way, you blink in surprise, blushing at the fact that he caught you staring.

"Actually, I was kind of hoping I could be her mentor." Confused and slightly touched at his behavior, you try hard to suppress the heat rising to your cheeks. He smiles before looking away from you and towards the rest of the table.

"After all, I'm the one who fought for her to become a trainee, it's only fitting. Isn't it?"

In the end, it was decided that Jhope and Jimin would be your dance mentors, Taehyung, Jin, and Jungkook would help with vocals, and when they could, Suga and Namjoon would teach you as much as they could about production. All of them would advise you on publicity and BangPD will help you closely when it came to details about your training and possible debut.

But Jungkook would be your main mentor.

Glancing his way, you wonder where he's taking you. After the meeting, he requested you follow him, and you thought he just needed to talk to you for a moment. You didn't think he would take you halfway around the building without so much of an explanation. You furrow your brow, pondering the multiple different things that have happened already, and it's only 9 am.

You could go for some caffeine right about now.

"...Yen?"

"Hm?" Dazedly, you nod your head his way, your mind not completely there with him at the moment. Jungkook smiles, almost affectionately.

"You didn't hear anything I just said, did you?"

Balking, you feel it as your cheeks flush in embarrassment and you chuckle nervously, avoiding his gaze.

"Uhm, no. I didn't. I'm sorry." You mutter and at your expression, he can't help as his grin grows wider. He finds within him a sudden urge to squeeze your face, and then immediately chastises the idea.

Boundaries, Jungkook.

"Jungkook?" you ask, breaking into his thoughts and he tries to ignore the way his heart bursts when you say his name.

"Yes?"

"What did you mean back there?"

"About what?"

Hesitating, you wonder if you should complete your question. But, seeing his curious wide eyes, you know you can't take it back now.

"When you said you fought for me to be a trainee."

"Oh, that." Clearing his throat, Jungkook avoids your eyes and he stumbles for the words to your question.

Taehyung told him not to say anything, but that doesn't mean that Jungkook can't tell Yen he was there.

"I'm the one who gave your recording to BangPD."

At the explanation, you look towards him with wide eyes, your heart pounding hard in your chest.

"So does that mean..." he smiles, probably guessing your next words and you find yourself dumbfounded.

He's the reason you're even a trainee.

He was there that day, he heard you sing.

Blushing you slap your hands on your cheeks, trying to hide the red that blossoms at the revelation. He chuckles at the attempt, which only worsens the embarrassment.

"How...?" you wonder, half under your breath.

"I was walking by the studio and heard your voice." When it's clear you still don't understand, he leans down, so that he's eye level with you only needing to whisper for you to hear him. "You had left the door open."

"Oh."

At your meek and small voice, he can't help but laugh as he pulls away to open a studio door and enter. Still trying to piece together the situation, you follow him, but stop when you recognize your surroundings.

"Is this..."

Turning to you from where he stands next to the chair amid the room, he smiles.

"So you figured it out." Stunned, you watch him as he takes in the room as though it were the birthplace of something amazing, something beautiful and sacred.

In a way it is.

It's the place he discovered you.

"This is where I first heard your voice."

You're afraid to move, afraid to speak.

When will there come a time where you believe all of this is real? More than a dream? When you look at Jungkook, his smile, that strange look in his eyes...You feel as though it's okay after all to trust that it's real after all.

That he's real.

"This is the birthplace of your dream."

You can't help but snort, and he looks towards you. You know he's trying to be sentimental, but...

"A little dramatic don't you think?"

He smirks at your comment, before turning back to the room.

"Is it? I find it fitting. Almost as though we've come full circle." As he raises those doe eyes back to you, you can feel your heart skip a beat. "I mean, who would've thought the same girl who spilled coffee all over me would change my life with her voice?"

Though it's a sweet sentence, you can feel the shameful embarrassment rising in the back of your throat as you shove his shoulder. He laughs at your reaction, holding up his hands in surrender.

"I was hoping you wouldn't remember." You nearly pout, turning your face away from him and crossing your arms in indignation in a childish way to punish him for teasing you. He chuckles at the attempt, but soon finds his laughter dying out as he stares at you.

Taking you in as though you were the most precious thing on Earth.

Maybe you are in his eyes.

His eyes soften and his lips part almost indistinctively as he reaches out to take your chin in his own hands. Slowly, he angles it towards him so that your face is mere inches apart from his, close enough that if he wanted to, he could place his lips on yours without even trying that hard.

Eyes wide, you stare into his as he smiles that same strange smile.

Maybe it's not that you don't know what it is, maybe it's that you don't want to try and figure it out. What lies in his eyes is something you'd rather keep hidden.

Right now, that's the only way for you to be okay.

Nevertheless, you don't want to push him away.

His eyes lidding as he brushes a stray piece of hair behind your ear, he whispers in your ear once more. The delicate lure to it, the deadly husk, and almost indistinct heat almost makes you shiver, and you can feel yourself tense as though preparing for something that will never come.

"How could I forget?"

note: oh, so many jungkookie moments sajdlkfsjfk, dw though we will get more of the other members soon! i know i do a lot of the maknae line, but the hyung line is coming soon (more specifically we'll see some more jhope and jin, since we don't really see them now ;-;)

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nomunamuinmybrain · 3 years

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Work you out (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Rating: M

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2.4K

In collaboration with the lovely @alwaysdarkestbeforethedawn94

Disclaimer: if you are under the age of 18 please know that this contains heavy sexual themes and mature language.

Summary: Working for Hybe has been an experience. Being Jungkook’s manager is another story. His sharp eyes, firm jawline and snarky attitude was a deadly combination to begin with. The guy easily found his way to your heart and you simply couldn't take it anymore.

Thinking back to how I managed to land such an unimaginable employment opportunity must have been a miracle. Unquestionably, working for HYBE had so many benefits; I swore to never leave this place. Sure, I was a simple manager's assistant, but I was by the side of one of the managers that handled the most important talent in the stretch of South Korea, the entire globe to be honest, BTS. I was assigned the position of assistant to the manager of one of the guys, none other than Jeon Jungkook. I really couldn’t believe my luck. Not only was I a part of one of the most skyrocketing influential enterprises in the country, but I also had the chance to meet some of the most inspiring people in the whole world! Who would have thought?!

Did I have a crush on the guy by the end of my first month working here? Yes, but who wouldn't? He is the sweetest, always polite and courteous. I've met my share of self-boasting asshats; this industry is flooded with such. This guy is worth billions and he has remained ridiculously humble. Word got around about him being a wonderful young man and I could positively say he is so much more up close. Jungkook is ridiculously handsome that’s a given already, but his personality was the real deal-maker. He reminds me of a dark stormy thundery night where I cover myself with my favourite warm fluffy blanket starring out of the window a rich flavored hot chocolate in hand.

In general, I quite enjoy working at the company’s principled environment. Don’t get me wrong, nothing in this world is rainbows and butterflies, but overall, I can confidently say that it’s been a mainly positive experience. Thankfully, the department I am in is assembled by kind, funny people who like to get things done. There hasn’t been a day were I regretted coming here. As for my daily duties as an assistant, working for Jungkook meant keeping up with his appointments, helping him with anything at anytime, managing his schedule, making sure it matches with the other guys' and so much more. I was required to work around the clock and as a single independent woman in her late twenties who was trying to figure out the world around her that didn’t sound like such a bad idea, though I digress. Essentially, I was one of the employees responsible for pretty much anything and everything he needed. Our department was at his disposal 24/7 running around, living that busy life.

That's until the pandemic struck. That was the first time I thought to myself that this might be nature’s valiant plan to get back what man so forcefully took from her. Suddenly, everything was canceled; life got put on a hold. My dearest supervisor, Jungkook's manager, had to stay at home because he had kids. In fact, a lot of people had to stay at home. Abruptly, days became weeks and weeks became months. The desperation and frustration we were feeling was like nothing else ever experienced. Truthfully, it felt like something had been stolen from us and we could never get it back. In this manner, when the gears finally started grinding again I was assigned to be the on-site manager for Jungkook. That meant being in direct contact with him more so than before and of course, being responsible for a ton of other obligations.

Not going to lie, the first months were slightly awkward for both of us and understandably so. We both were used to very different working arrangements. I might have been working behind the scenes before, but now I had to step into the spotlight becoming his own personal shadow, and I am sure he wasn’t really comfortable with that. Taken into account the current situation everyone looked like a volcano ready to erupt.

Once, I happened to accidentally step in a not so common incident; maybe it was a circumstance I wasn’t supposed to witness. He was on the phone at the time, when I saw him. That’s why I decided it was best if I stayed behind the half closed door of the studio. I couldn’t hear what he was saying and it was none of my business after all, but I could tell by the minute I laid my eyes on him that something was wrong. Something had been bothering him; irritation written all over his face. He was pacing back and forth, phone still on his ear. He was clenching his fist so hard I wondered if his nails cut into his skin. He was breathing heavily, almost as if he would burst and his muscles grew tense.

Then, in an instant, it seemed that the call ended and as he was putting the phone in his pocket he slammed his fists down onto the table a loud bang echoing in the room. After some consideration, I knocked on the door to make my presence known and he sharply looked at me. Without having the chance to say anything to him he let out a loud growl and left the room leaving me dumbfounded and unaware by the door. Soon after that, he apologized for the way he acted confessing that he had an unfortunate falling out with one of his closest friends and at the time he couldn’t process what was happening. I would never forget that day. It was the day I came across a not so familiar side to him.

From that day forward, things miraculously became easier and Jungkook was way more relaxed around my presence, we joked around often and he even texted me to ask about a variety of things outside of regular working hours. We managed to develop a teasing relationship full of endless borderline flirtatious banter. He had this other side to him that only a selected few got the chance to know. Jeon Jungkook was indeed a comforting raging night, but he was also an infuriating playful mischievous brat when he wanted to be. This in all honesty, made him a hundred times more irresistible in my eyes.

Life was going on smoothly until Jungkook decided that taking after midnight trips to the gym was perfectly acceptable, insisting that I escort him instead of his bodyguard. I cursed every single time but I went anyway. Forty-five minutes after midnight he was lifting weights, unbothered. Taking secret short glances towards him I contemplated what I had done in my previous life to deserve this torment. Don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t care less about the late hour, but to have this view in front of my eyes was causing me both mental and physical pain. The guy was clearly sculpted by the gods. With his broad chest, muscular arms and thick thighs he could have anyone he ever wanted. He even sported an hourglass figure; He is insanely unreal. That’s the main reason why I decided to sit there preoccupied with a silly game on my phone to kill time until the suffering ended. I was barely hanging from a string at the verge of blowing off the barrier between my personal and professional life.

Out of the blue, with a loud grunt, he dropped the weights, drawing me out of my contemplation. He looked annoyed for whatever reason. He tried his best to seem nonchalant but it was obvious, in his beautiful stern eyes. Could he be craving for an audience? Abandoning every rational thought I had, I put my phone away, looked in his direction as I got up to get water. I smirked at his clear annoyance. Surely, we weren't supposed to interact with the artists this way but I am cranky and sleepy, and for the first time ever, he was being kind of an ass to me. Was I perhaps the reason behind his sudden personality change? The thought kept floating at the back of my mind.

This kept going on for about three weeks or so and I gave him nothing. His annoyance prominent in his expression, more and more as the weeks went by. He was hot but I am sure all he had been seeking was an audience given that he missed it, or so I thought. Thursday evening rolls around and I was particularly iffy tonight ‘because I was extremely frustrated, sexually. This one was making my situation worse, sporting a tight black tank top and skinny grey sweatpants which made him look like a treat. He could easily pass for a bodyguard with those broad well-built shoulders. As my eyes scanned his body I realized this was the first time his tatted sleeve was on display. I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander. By the time I was done his eyes were already fixed on mine and I turned away immediately, embarrassment written all over my face.

Seeking solace in the women’s bathroom I tried to extinguish this ravenous yearning. The feeling of cold water did nothing to help the burning desire that was building inside me. Without warning, a knock at the door was heard, his sweet angelic voice following "Are you okay?" he asked, the remnants of a smirk could be heard still. "Jungkook you cannot be here, I am okay. I'll be out in a minute." I exclaimed, as calm as I could. "It's been ten minutes. I can't continue unless you're there." He insisted, I heard him chuckle after that.

With that, it was now or never, I pushed the door’s handle and made my way outside rolling my eyes in the process and he caught that, quickly moving closer, clearly annoyed, jaw clenched, eyes taking in my features, making him look not quite intimidating but definitely interesting. No, it was my mistake. Not just interesting, he looked ravishing. "As I said, I'll be out in a minute. Then you can finish up" I argued. But he didn't budge, moving even closer, if that was even possible, he was almost a breath away. "I don't feel like working out anymore" he declared like a child whose toy was taken away from him. As if I chose to play heads or tails with my career, I poked the beast further, "What is it that you want to do then?" I asked making sure he heard the annoyance in my tone. Coming even closer, to the point where he was completely pressed up against me, "You" he uttered calmly yet authoritatively. Before I could process what he had just said his soft lips crushed mine with a vengeance, thirsty. Pulling my lip with his teeth, he kept planting kisses from my lips to my jaw trailing down to my neck and décolletage; a surprised panting left my lips.

It felt as if I had involuntarily awakened this beastly hunger within him. His kisses insatiable and his touch was possessive, "I've been thinking about this for so long" he confessed as he took my hoodie off. "Sitting there, not giving a word let alone a glimpse. If you think this is off-limits you're wrong" he growled pointing at himself. "I can guarantee that once we're done here you definitely won't be able to look at me, ever." As he said all that, he managed to get me in a compromising position against the sink, his slim waist in between my legs. He kept my gaze as he lowered his head between my thighs. Little shit kept giving me hickeys on the soft flesh of my inner thighs, so close to my now dripping core. He enjoyed tormenting me and it showed. I was helpless but oh, God was all of this hot. He licked a stripe over my soaked panties, "Oh baby, you smell delicious" and with one hand he took off my underwear completely.

He sank in my folds, letting a guttural moan that I felt vibrating through my core. Not being able to think about what was happening I let myself indulge in my carnal desire my hands tangled in between his luscious hair.

He loved food and I've watched him eat before, but this must be one of his favorites ‘cause he was doing his best not to let a drop go to waste; he acted like a man starved. His hands held me in place, thankfully, ‘cause everything was too much; nothing could stop me from shaking, feeling everything deep in my core, he was too much. He just had to be good at everything. He kept a torturous tempo, from sucking my clit to his sinful tongue penetrating me, and as tears gathered around my eyes he decided to add his slender fingers in bringing me closer to heaven than I've ever been. "That's it baby, let go. Let go for me" he exhaled and just like that I had the most intense climax. My limbs felt numb, my whole body felt like rubber.

Before I could register what was happening he was back at it, sucking my over stimulated clit, my thighs unconsciously closing around his head as oversensitivity hit. "One more, please, come on baby, you can do it" he begged. He kept pumping his fingers while sucking my clit, as if it was his only goal in life. My screams muffled through my own hand clamped on my mouth as I reached my high for a second time that night. I felt it take over me with such intensity I didn't register what had happened. He emerged from between my thighs, soaked from me squirting and with a proud look on his face he declared "Now I look like I had the workout of a lifetime".

He helped me get dressed and pulled me close for a soft peck. He must have noticed my concerned look because he wrapped his arms around me in a warm hug and said "Don't be scared about this, we can work it out. I really like you and I'd like you to stick around". Starring into his eyes, I nodded and he pulled me close for the sweetest kiss, trying to tame my bewildered hair. He helped me get dressed and got out the door first to make sure that no one was around. I waited for a moment and then I got a text.

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razrbladekiss · 3 years

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Tyrants | Chapter Four - Peril

WORD COUNT: 5.1k

WARNINGS: Mentions of death, drug use, Tig being Tig. The usual SOA shit. Sorry Donna..

She always saw the beauty in darkness. The lugubrious belle that came alongside the moon and stars and whatever else lurked amidst the murk of nighttime.

Isla was cliche in that sense.

She was cliche in the sense that she adored watching the sun set, swallowed by the mountains and high-rise buildings as the evening fell and Charming was painted black.

And maybe it was mostly melancholic because of the horrors that swathed that small town, but it was still beautiful nonetheless.

She still liked to bask in the scenery, to discern the marvel of her home, from the highest point she could access. And, sometimes, she liked to take somebody along with her so she wasn't completely alone.

"Why'd you still come up here?" Ope asked, pulling himself onto the roof as she sat with her back to the wall--puffing on a cigarette.

"Because it's quiet." She was content, comfortable with her response. "And whenever I'm looking for Jax, or Gem, or my dad--or they're looking for me--this is where we're almost always found. Just people watching, or reminiscing, or having a few minutes to ourselves away from the chaos downstairs."

It wasn't an unknown safe space--Gemma had told her that JT and Clay would climb up there during the earliest days of the club--but it was special.

Jax, Opie, and Isla spent time up there as kids, too. Because they were bastards and were always running from their fathers--and den mother--and the roof of the clubhouse was their go-to.

She never really got out of that habit. She'd spend hours up there if she could, just watching as Charming bustled beneath her. And she liked that it was separate to the garage, but everyone knew where to find her if they needed her.

"It clears your head, being up here." She added. "I have got so much shit going on right now--between work, and my personal life--but coming up here is like a refreshment, I guess."

Opie understood what she meant because he was also seeking comfort in the night. Riding through dusk, spending time alone on his bike as he cruised the streets of his quaint town, relishing in the darkness because it was strangely comforting to him.

He liked to be alone. His thoughts were brutal and they seared his brain left and fucking right, but he liked his own company.

"Wish I thought about comin' up here when I was released from holding." The man chuckled, balancing a cigarette between his lips. "Stahl grilled the fuck outta me."

"She did?"

"Yeah. She really fuckin' did." He added, grunting as smoke blew from his nostrils. "Did she get you? I know she got Gemma."

"Nope, she didn't. I don't know why, though. She interrogated everyone else. Starting to feel a little left out."

Opie chuckled, smiling a bit. "Be glad. It's obvious that she's used to getting what she wants."

"And did you give it to her?"

"Fuck no." Isla smiled. Proud. "She can cross-examine me all she fuckin' wants—I'll never sell the club out."

"They know that, Ope."

"I know." Half confidently, he nodded. "Just—Stahl made me second guess it all, y'know?"

Nobody in Charming--aside from the PD--knew where that despicable bitch came from, and nobody cared to ask.

What they did know, though, was that she had her heart set on making that town a living fucking hell as she strived to eradicate the Sons of Anarchy by getting to its members.

She'd grilled everyone she could've. She cornered Gemma when she was out running errands, leaving the grocery store with a sour taste in her mouth when Teller told her where to fucking shove it.

Same went for Jax, and Clay, and Chibs, and Tig, and...Well, all of them told her to get fucked, actually.

None of them caved. None of them wanted to sell the club out because there was no reason to.

Well, there was a reason to, but no desire to.

There'd been murders. Three, to be specific. And one of them just happened to be a police officer--which was quite unlucky, but it wasn't awful.

They hated cops.

What they hated more, however, was the idea of getting caught by them. And Clay was. Somehow, anyway.

Piney's old "friend"--Nate Meineke--needed quality, albeit illegal, guns with no traceability to attack the convoy that was transporting one of his friends from point A to point B. And it went as swimmingly as possible...

Until June Stahl was put on the case and found that idiot's phone at the scene after dropping it mid-ambush.

Clay just happened to be the last person he had called. Which then caused the investigation to point toward Charming.

They all knew the Sons were guilty of supplying those weapons. Who else would it have been? They were known for running illegal firearms without batch numbers from a quaint Californian town whose name didn't quite fit its image.

It was blatant, though nobody gave it up.

But Stahl tried her damndest to get answers. And when she didn't, she targeted the member that she saw to be the most vulnerable--after a hit went wrong and he failed to cover his tracks--and Opie just happened to be that guy.

She questioned him for hours. She practically held the man captive in that little cell until he caved. But he didn't--and he wasn't going to, either.

He was loyal. That's one of the reasons why Jax wanted to patch him back in.

"Yeah, I know." Isla got to her feet when she heard Tig yelling for her downstairs. "But you're the strongest guy I know, Ope. I don't think Stahl, of all people, is gonna get to you."

He shrugged her off, flicking the butt of his cigarette to the gravelly ground of the roof.

Opie had changed. Not much, and it wasn't very apparent, but he'd changed. Chino had changed him, she thought.

He was still dedicated to his club, still in love with the reaper and the responsibility that came with the patch--but Opie Winston lacked that flicker of enthusiasm now.

"How does your dad feel about you being back at the table?"

"Said he's proud of me."

He was a man of very, very few words. But the tone that he took--the sheer relief twined into contentment--spoke a greater volume.

Piney would always support his son, feel a sense of gratification from his involvement in the club. And, of course, Ope felt grateful to be back--but it was different now.

He'd served time for his club. Donna consistently argued that they sold him out and that he was fucking stupid for running back into the arms of SAMCRO.

But it was his brotherhood. The Sons of Anarchy were his family--his lifeline. He was nothing if not blessed to be patched back in.

"And I guess that wife of yours isn't too happy about it?"

"How'd you reach that conclusion?"

"Well," she ignored that Tig was waiting for her, standing directly in front of him. "If she was genuinely thrilled about you being back here, she'd have been coming to Gemma's dinners, and spending more time at the clubhouse with us. But she isn't, and I'm starting to realize that she probably hates me now."

His head shook. "She doesn't hate you. It's just...It's just raw. Weird being back, I think."

"She didn't even have to leave. She knows that."

Donna did know that. But there was always something about Gemma. About the way she let things slide so often, how she felt that she had Clay so pussy whipped that he'd be at her every beck and call--but, really, that was redundant. Because Gemma let him get away with fucking murder.

Literally.

"Is she gonna be there tonight?

"Of course. She wouldn't miss Jax's son coming home." He got up, reaching for her hands. "Sorry that she's been so distant with you, Isla. But she's just been stressed out--money worries and the kids and stuff, y'know?"

"Yeah, I know."

Donna wasn't traditionally a worrier. But five years worth of finances, being a single mom, and fretting over her husband potentially not making it out of prison alive, just did that to a woman.

"Anything I can do to help?"

"I don't think so." Grateful for her offering, though recognizing how damn stubborn his wife was, he conceded. "Thanks, though."

"Anytime. And if you change your mind, or need me, you know where I am--"

"Isla!"

"He is getting on my last fucking nerve today." She groaned, flipping Tig off as she looked over the ledge. "I'm coming! Give me a minute!"

"I've given you plenty of minutes! Just get your ass down here!"

"Just go," Ope chuckled, leaning down to peck her cheek. "We can have this talk another time."

Isla turned back to him, frowning. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. Go 'n talk to him--I'll see you tonight."

He was such a nice guy. So considerate, kind.

She loved him a lot.

The flouncy sundress rose to the middle of her thighs as she sauntered through the clubhouse, hearing Trager talking--rather conspicuously, though slightly muffled--to somebody on his cell.

"C'mon, Tiggy. Why'd you yell at me?"

He waved his hand to shut her up, gesturing for the blonde to follow him out of the clubhouse and toward his bike.

"Yeah, cool. K, brother--see 'ya later. Bye." He hung up and slid the phone into the pocket of his cut, swiveling to face Isla with a smile. "You ready?"

"For what?"

"The party?" Tig told her, watching confusion sweep over her face. "I'm taking you over 'cuz you want a drink and don't wanna drive home after? And that you're probably gonna end up heading home with Juice, or something--"

"Juice?"

"It always happens," he shrugged, pointing at the helmet he set out for her at the back of his bike. "We all head out, you get too drunk, you take a liking to Juicy, and you try to ride his dick."

"What?" Isla got herself situated behind him as he got on first, her arms wound around his waist. "That was one time. I've only slept with him once, and I told you it'd never happen again."

"And why is that?"

Her cheeks flushed red, the engine revving sending vibrations through her entire frame.

"Because he was too gentle." Tig's foot collided with the kickstand.

"And the little Catholic girl likes it rough."

She felt the solid gold crucifix burning a hole into her chest.

"Yes. I like it rough." He groaned, leaning into her. She swatted at his chest over his shoulder, laughing heartily. "Just take me to see the baby, dickhead."

The bike sped out of the lot and Isla was loving the thrill of being on two wheels. She'd always liked being stuck to the back of somebody's Harley--but she'd never own one herself.

Isla was like Gemma. She felt stable enough riding with somebody, but riding alone--being in control of the motorcycle--was fucking terrifying.

Jax and Opie had encouraged her to take a ride at one point, but it didn't end very well, and Chibs spent the best part of two hours trying to stitch his daughter back up whilst Gemma castigated the two imbeciles who thought it was even reminiscent of a good idea.

Weaving through traffic gracefully, freely, was appealing to her, however. But she wouldn't be caught dead--alone--on a fucking bike.

Plus, she quite enjoyed being taken places. Escorted by a member of the club. It was safe.

The wind whirred and whipped around them, and she wished she didn't make the effort with her hair tonight. It was ruined, tousled to within an inch of its life, and she dreaded the thought of having to brush the knots out in Jax's bathroom.

Still, commuting via Harley was a hell of a lot quicker and had a few more benefits than commuting via car.

But the looks that they got were piercing. Horrible. Mainly from Hale stationed beside his squad car, watching as Isla and Tig raced down the freeway.

"He likes you." He spoke over the roaring engine when he hit the first stop light all night. "He hates that you've never given him a chance--"

"He's a cop, and I'm the outlaw's daughter. I've been raised to hate his kind."

Tig nodded his approval, setting off once again when the light switched to green and all opposing traffic stood still.

At one strange point in time, David Hale had his sights set on Isla Telford. He was in love with her. Completely besotted.

And she never gave him a second glance because, for one, she wasn't interested. He hated that she was so close to Jax and Opie, but not him, and he wished that she'd push herself away from the bad guys to grow closer to the heroic law-enforcer.

But he was a control freak above everything else, and Isla was just a free-spirit. She was loyal to her friends and family but she didn't want to get tied down, and she didn't want to become friendly with a fucking cop.

The only cop she liked was crooked. And Unser was in a similar spot to her--a little too affiliated with SAMCRO, but not completely doted on. Though, they were both strangely essential fixtures, and Clay would've been lost without them.

"Juice is here." Tig taunted as he helped her off the bike, holding her hand when she stumbled over herself a little. "Try to keep those panties on."

"Can't make any promises, Tiger." Her growl was seductive, though he knew that she was fucking with him.

She'd given up rebuking his claims, instead feeding into them because, with Trager, she couldn't seem to win. He was sleazy, and she loved that back and forth.

What she loved more, though, was that he was comfortable. He was a strange man, and nobody really understood just where he came from, but Isla liked that she could make jokes of any kind around him. He was easy to get along with. Easy to love.

And, man, did she love Alex Trager.

"If you do fuck him, though, would you make a video?"

Isla stepped into Jax's front room, turning on her heels. "Who said that we haven't already got one?"

She chuckled and wandered into the party, leaving Tig with a few convoluted thoughts and even more raunchy questions.

"Fuck. Gemma taught her well." He grumbled under his breath, reaching for the beer in Half-Sack's hand.

He slumped on the couch, motioning for his usual lay to sit in his lap as he watched Juice fawn over his little blonde friend making conversation with some other random woman already.

"Yeah, totally..." she agreed with whatever the girl was saying, but her eyes were glued on Tara. Just floating around the party.

She felt bad that the doctor was alone. Despite all that she thought of her, being out of ones depth in such an intimidating setting wasn't very nice. And Isla was an empath.

"D'ya think anyone 'round here has any nail glue?"

"Gemma might." She smiled, pointing toward the kitchen.

Grateful that she managed to shake that one off, Isla weaved through the small conclave and sat beside Tara, offering a friendly face during a time of such discomfiture.

Her heart was aching, the sheer nervousness was palpable, and she knew that Tara felt the same way too.

But Isla just sucked it up. Because she wanted to talk to her, and had to be the one to initiate it.

"Thanks for coming." Her smile was wide, genuine.

She offered a beer to the brunette, hoping that she'd take it.

"Thanks for asking me here." Tara accepted it, glad that Isla remembered she wasn't particularly a wine girl like herself.

Christ. This is awkward.

"Trust me, you were the first person I asked to come tonight."

"How so?"

"Well," a little bit more comfortably, she faced her completely, "you've literally nursed Abel back to health. You've been there every step of the way. You've been the best surgeon. And, as much as I hate to say it, you helped Wendy so much, Tara. I'm really thankful for all that you've done for this family."

"It's my job." She tried to brush the comments off, but her heart definitely fluttered at the praise.

Isla never changed. She was still the sweetest soul, she thought.

"I know, but you've had it rough with this lot--with Gemma, I mean."

"She isn't anything I can't handle." Confidently, she asserted.

"I know, and I'm glad that you're able to stand your ground." Reluctant, a hand landed against Tara's palm.

She jolted a little bit, but softened into the embrace.

It was comfy, warm. Prosperous, perhaps, because it meant something. Tara not jerking away and leaving once Isla offered a friendly embrace, was promising.

They spoke about the baby for a little while, and shared a few laughs at Tig's expense. It was strange, really. To be talking to her ex-best friend was strange, but she'd missed it.

Donna joined the mix, too, and it was starting to feel like old times. Isla recognized that they'd never slip back into that routine, the dedication to one another that they'd known when they were kids--but it was nice.

The conversation stuttered and it wasn't able to flow as freely as what she might've liked, but it was a start.

To know that she had something resembling an acquaintanceship with two women she admired, was nice.

And Jax introducing his baby to his brand new home, to his extended family that were already so fucking dedicated to him, was just the most wonderful thing ever.

"What about a beer?" Clay joked, holding the bottle close to Abel. Jax laughed, though he shook his hand away. "What? Grandpa can't give him his first beer?"

"No, he can't."

"I'll take it, though. If you're offerin'." Chibs grabbed the Budweiser and twisted the cap with the leather grip of his glove.

He gestured to Isla, tipping it toward her. "Want some?"

"No, you're alright." She went back to her wine, smiling at that little bundle of happiness in Jax's arms, wondering how the hell he'd gotten to be in this position now.

But it was because of Tara. Her commitment, her talent, and sheer want to help that angel through the roughest patch that a baby could have possibly been thrust into.

How Gemma could still loathe that girl--after everything she did--was beyond her completely.

Tara was the unlikeliest hero in Abel's story.

"Why is it that every time I see you, your highlights get more chunky?" Gemma smiled at the comment, turning to see her favorite girl, flaunting the most beautiful smile.

She handed Isla the bottle of whatever wine Chibs could get this evening, unable to quit beaming at the thought of her grandson finally being at home. Where he belonged.

"I told you I'd do them for you, Gem."

"I know," she nodded, playing with a few strands of hair, "I was gonna ask you, but you've been a little distant this week--didn't wanna add to your workload, baby."

"That's super considerate of you. Are you alright?" Isla teased, holding a hand to Gemma's forehead.

She slapped it away with a laugh. "Fuck you. I'm always considerate."

"Sure you are. That's why Wendy is here, right?"

"No," her head shook, "she's here 'cuz this is her house. If I had it my way, she'd be out on her ass faster than what you could even say 'crank whore.'"

Isla wiped at her lips with the back of her hand, tipping her head toward the blonde in the living room.

"I thought you made sure she was gonna be here tonight?" Confused, she quizzed.

She was under the impression that Wendy was starting to grow on her. After she'd tried to kill her, of course.

"I did," Gem confirmed. "But only because I knew it'd be awkward between her and Tara."

Amazed, or maybe fucking horrified, Isla simply glared at her.

It should've been obvious to her--plain as day--that Gemma Teller doing a good thing was simply a bullshit facade, built in order to take away from the fact she wanted to do an inherently bad thing.

But Isla liked to see the good in people, so it wasn't. And that really was one of her mot fatal flaws.

"She thanked me for letting her stay, too."

"And what'd you say to her?" Almost as if she didn't want to know the answer, she asked.

Black nails danced along the rim of her wine glass as she leaned against the counter, watching everybody enjoy themselves as they bitched and moaned.

"That she's lucky to be alive."

"Jesus, Gem," her head shook disparagingly, disappointed perhaps.

But being surprised that the woman made a threatening comment toward Wendy, was just as stupid as being surprised at Tig for fucking another hooker during his free time.

"You've gotta keep her close, ma. She's the mother of your grandson, the woman your son did love at one point."

Ma. The word rolled off her tongue unintentionally most of the time, but she didn't hate it.

Gemma was the mother figure in her life--hell, she was the mother figure in a few of the Sons' lives--and it didn't feel weird using that around her. It was affectionate. She adored it.

"Jax never loved her," matter of fact, she retorted. "They got drunk together. They smoked dope together. They didn't love one another--"

"They got married." Isla reminded her. "They have a kid together. They have a lot of history."

"Just because they have history, doesn't mean they love one another. You've got history with him."

Her chuckle was throaty, almost a full-on splutter. "We have not got that same history--we're friends, Gem, you know that's different."

She supposed the blonde was right.

There was hell of a contrast between friends for life and friends with benefits--and Gemma knew that. She just didn't like that Jax gravitated toward Wendy when he'd always had Isla right there in front of him.

Though, she was more than aware that the pair didn't look at each other that way--she still lauded the thought of the two together.

"I still hate her."

"I know," Isla laughed at Gemma's irritability, sipping on her wine, enjoying the sight of everybody having a damn good time.

"She's checking into rehab, too."

"Really? Where?"

"Some place in Oakland, I think." Gemma added, smiling at Clay when he wandered over to the pair. "But you didn't hear that from me."

"You think she's gonna stick to it?"

"Couldn't tell 'ya." He answered for his wife, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to Isla's cheek. "She's determined though, I'll give her that."

"Yeah?" His nod was optimistic--strange for Clay Morrow. "Well, I'm glad she's working on herself, anyway. She's got potential."

"You hate her."

"I know." She didn't refute the assertion. "But I'm still happy for her."

At least somebody is.

She wasn't lying. Wendy was a good girl, a woman tortured for no good reason. And she felt for her, she really did.

It'd been a shock, finding out that she was pregnant. But it wasn't like they weren't expecting it--what with the rate she and Jax were going at it.

From the start, Isla and Gemma were worried. She was notorious for her crank habit and the girls thought she was going to kill herself before she had the chance to see her son into the world.

And that almost happened, didn't it?

The doctors at St. Thomas were fucking miracle workers--Isla was on pins and needles waiting for a call to say that Wendy and Abel were okay.

But she tried not to dwell on that, now. They were both as healthy and Abel was as happy as he could've been, so Isla was content. She wasn't pleased, but she was comfortable with the way that things were going.

Tara, however.

"No!" She yelled, backing out of the nursery. "No, fuck you, Jax."

Juice stumbled backward when she nudged him out of the way, pulling her purse from the kitchen counter.

Isla and Gemma couldn't not stare.

"Tara, c'mon!" Jax called after her, but it was too late.

The front door had been slammed shut and the party came to a complete standstill. A thickening tension was shrouding the group, and things were only just starting to simmer.

"What was that all about?" The blonde asked Juice, leaning against the island.

She didn't want to prove Tig to be right but, after a few glasses of wine, Juan Carlos Ortiz was starting to pique her interests.

He swallowed thickly, watching Clay leave the room. "He said something about Wendy--wanting to keep whatever it is that he and Tara have going on the down low so it doesn't set her off, or something."

Makes sense.

"He has a point. She's doing really well lately." He continued. "Jax would hate to stunt her progress by shoving his relationship with Tara in her face."

Isla was rattled.

Jax hadn't talked to her in days, and she wasn't aware that so much had changed. She wasn't aware that he had established a relationship with Tara Knowles.

Again.

You know what they're like--like two fucking magnets or something. They always find a way back to one another.

She was too irritated to reside in that same room as Gemma, now. Knowing the conversation she'd initiate the second that Juice left was too fucking much. So she left first, instead.

The living room was almost empty. Just Clay, Bobby, Tig, and Chibs sat around the couches as Donna, the kids, and Ope were preparing to set off.

Everything was annoying her, now. She hadn't made the effort with Donna all night, but she was pissed that she hadn't started to say goodbye to her yet.

Isla was so fucking irritated that she didn't even want to talk to Tig, or her father. So she didn't.

"Where're you going, petal?" Chibs asked, hindering her plan to keep her mouth shut for the rest of the night. He knew that she'd crack a smile at the nickname.

"I was just wandering. Not really sure what to do with myself."

"Come sit down," he gestured to the space between himself and Tig, and wound an arm around her when she met the leather. "I've missed 'ya."

"Tonight? Or just in general."

"In general. It's been a few days, love."

"I know, I'm sorry." Her head rested against his Sgt. At Arms patch, and she sighed. "Work has been so fucking busy and I feel like I haven't gotten a moment to myself this week."

Isla only worked a part-time gig at some shitty salon just on the outskirts of Charming--edging into Stockton--but she hated her job.

She hated driving into the city every morning and evening, wasting a fuck ton of her paycheck on gas when, really, there was no point.

She hated her cunt boss.

Hated her cunt clients.

She hated that nobody really spoke to her because of who her father was. And when they did speak to her, it was almost like they were scared. Of Isla.

Gemma had always promised her that there was a space at the auto shop for her had she needed it, but she couldn't think of anything worse than having to answer to Gemma and Clay every single day.

Well, more than what she already was, anyway.

"Who'd 'a thought that being a hairdresser was so demanding?"

"Me, apparently." She joked, watching Tig get up and leave the room.

It'd turned somber. A little too bleak for her liking, but she guessed that everyone felt a bit awkward after Tara stamped out and Jax sat on his porch. Alone. With a bottle of whiskey.

She hated the hold that woman had over him sometimes. The way he was so fucking devoted to Tara Knowles that she could literally slap him, scream in his face, and ruin his son's homecoming party--and he would still pine for her.

She'd never understand that.

And she didn't understand how such a lively bunch of individuals had mellowed out over the course of two hours, either.

The party had disappeared. Dissipated into nothing and the atmosphere she once lauded was completely dead in the water.

It was fucking grim, and she couldn't wait to head home.

"Can I come with you tonight?"

"Why'd you even ask? Y'know you're welcome to come home with your old man whenever you want." Chibs told her a little bit stern, though it was essentially full of love.

She just smiled up at him, a bit buzzed. But she was having a good-ish time and who was he to chastise her for drinking a little too much tonight?

"Wanna head off now?"

"Yeah--lemme just say 'bye' to Gemma."

"Alright, I'll be out front. Don't forget your purse." He reminded, knowing she was too ditsy for her own good.

Chibs helped her to her feet, letting go of her hand only to part ways for a few moments.

Her mood was perking up, now. The prospect of being able to spend a few hours with her dad after a long fucking day, was just the best.

And she'd really missed him. Missed the time they once had an abundance of. Missed the evenings that they'd spend talking, drinking, watching movies, doing the generic father daughter activities.

They hadn't had that for a while, and it was truly a blessing that it was within reach tonight.

Well. It was within reach for all of five minutes.

"Oh my God--" Gemma's cell slipped from between black nails and bounced across the table. Saturated hues were locked on Isla, and her head shook.

"What?"

"There's--there's been an accident." She managed to muster out. "Or, maybe a drive-by, I don't know, but Donna--"

"Donna?" Piney's attention was snatched at the mention of his daughter-in-law. He stood up. "What about her?"

Isla knew the answer. She knew what Gemma was going to say because it was just the usual now, wasn't it?

Being affiliated with SAMCRO just did that to somebody. Man, woman, child. They didn't fucking care.

"She's--Piney, she's dead."

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Three’s a Crowd - Reader/Ben Solo/Poe Damerson (Modern AU)

alright so Ben/Kylo is a big ego kid in this, because of course. Also, Rey is ACTUALLY Lukes daughter in this, making them cousins. Ive fiddled with the plot okay sue me.

Summary: Poe, Finn and their roommate have been living in a harmonious tenancy, but when Finn decides to move out for a year of travelling, the two are left with no option but to look elsewhere for their third body. Rey Skywalker, a friend of the group, proposes her cousin for the role. He's in a band, wears all black and all in all is somewhat of a social reject - but he's also all theyve got.

“I think that one was actually somehow worse than last weeks” You tell Poe, as he pours himself a juice and settles down next to you on the sofa. You'd just finished showing around another possible roommate and you felt exhausted in every sense of the word.

“How can he be worse than the neo nazi?” Poe shot you an unbelieving look and rolled his eyes, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table and knocking some of your papers in his wake.

“Alex was a she, and they asked if they could hang their deer head in the front room” you grimaced even thinking about it, weren't all artsy college students supposed to be vegetarians anyway? why did you have to get saddled with the only blood thirsty one on campus.

“Thats not so bad”

“Poe she showed me a picture of her taxidermied cat”

“Oh”

You had tried to find a polite way to stop her from passing you her phone, but you were too nice to make her feel uncomfortable, and now the image of the long dead tabby would remain behind your eyes for god knows how long.

“was she hot?” You shook your head, causing Poe to sigh wistfully.

“Not hot enough to cancel out her obsession with dead bodies anyway” you informed him, the hopeful look from his eyes gone.

“Face it Poe, were doomed” You let your head fall into your hands, Poe letting out a laugh before wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“Hey we’ll get someone! who wouldn't want to live here?” You knew his question was rhetorical but when looking around the cleaner than usual flat, you had to admit it was missing something. Bare spaces on the walls from where Finn had taken down his pictures, the empty side of the kitchen counter that had once houses his overpriced coffees. You even missed picking up his empty cups after him, the room feeling like it had less character without them. It truly hadn't felt the same in the flat since Finn had left, and although Poe concealed it well, you could see it was getting to him too. Poe had, after all, known Finn first; Finn managing to get a very drunk and outspoken Poe out of a sticky situation he had found himself in when running across a local gang in a dive bar. The ‘first order’ as they so called themselves, had an infamous reputation around campus for being trouble makers and general doers of bad deeds. Ever since that night they had been an unstoppable duo, until they met you of course, and their duo became three.

You loved Finn, and you knew told miss him like hell, but you also knew that Poe must be feeling that ten times over.

“You wanna do something tonight?” You asked, changing the subject before his mind drifted to where yours had.

“what kind of something?” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively,

“Gross”

“hey I'm serious!”

“what about Razor Crest, they are open late, we could grab some drinks and meet up with some people”

Razor crest was the only worth while bar in town; it was certainly nothing to write home about, but it played fairly decent music and it had a marginally less sticky floor than others. Additionally, your other friends lived just over from the humble saloon, making it the perfect watering hole for you guys.

It didn't take much convincing before you had Poe out the door and ready to socialise. Upon arrival, he headed to the bar while you were waved over by Rey, who had already found a booth and was already at least a few drinks in.

“Look, i think i have a solution to your roomie problemo” She told you, peeking over her straw, a gleam in her eye that made you feel not all too confident in her yet to be spoken plan.

“Go on” you told her, cautiously.

“My cousins back in town” She told you between gulps.

“The weird one?” You asked,

“Hes not weird, just ...eccentric” the last word was more of a question, but you could tell she was on a roll,

“He's just joined one of the college bands and Auntie Leia says him and Uncle Han are butting heads”

“ah cool, weve always wanted live music in our own flat at 2 am” Poe injected, rejoining the table and placing a drink in front of you before taking a sip of his own.

“hes not BAD at it, he just plays loud i think” She corrected him, “anyway, he's not a total twat, I'm sure he would be considerate of your sleep schedules”

“didn't he try and stab you with a stick when you were five” you asked her, you'd heard stories of this cousin before and none of them were quite savoury,

“that was ages ago! he's like way old now” she was starting to slur her words, but you had a feeling this was something Rey was quite set on. Rey was stubborn, and when she got something in mind she would move hell to make it happen; she was also your best friend, and someone you trusted the judgment off. Had she gotten you into some weird shit in the past? sure.

Did you have any other options; nay on that.

“Fine, get Han or Leia to bring him round at some point next week and one of us will give him a tour” You tell her, and she lets out a little happy shrill at her own personal win. Poe, not so much.

“Speak for yourself, weirdo cousin can see himself around” he crosses his arms and pouts, you give him a little nudge.

“Hey, maybe you'll be best mates” you offer, but when he shoots you a death stare you go back to your drink.

The family turmoil must have been more vicious than Rey had let in on; It was barely the next morning before you had a tall, intimidating male knocking on your door.

“Hey!” you offered him, in as cheery a voice as your hung over self would allow.

He looked down at you from his towering height, but gave no verbal response.

“You must be Ben?...” He offered you the slightest nod you'd had ever seen in response. Okay so, not much of a talker, noted.

You waved him in, shutting the door behind him. God, he looked even bigger inside? is that possible? Rey had failed to mention the sheer height on the boy. You'd seen pictures of her and her aunt and uncle, it seemed like Ben was a scientific and biological mystery. Like how did he get clothes to fit? did he have to shop somewhere special or

you were snapped out of your thoughts by a clearing of a throat.

“So, how much is the rent” so he DID have a voice,

You informed him automatically, still part dazed.

“Ill be in by the weekend” he told you, and with a nod he moved past you, making his way back to the door.

“But wait .. y .. you haven't even seen your room yet?” You stumbled, dumbfound by the lack of foreplay. The previous people you had shown around were full of questions; they wanted to know the ins and outs of the place. Ben had seen all of the door way and the front room and he was already signing the lease.

“See you then” he didn't stop, hand on the door knob as if you hadn't spoken.

“But i don't have your phone number” you don't know why that came to you first, but it was true. At no point had Rey offered you direct contact with Ben, probably assuming he would. It seemed reasonable, that you'd need his number before he moved in, didn't it? Poe was always texting you about random shit in the flat, arguably too much, but it seemed like the norm for people coexisting in such a small space.

He turned back at you and gave you a confused look,

“why would you need my number?”

“erm... to talk to you” your condescending tone not completely masked,

“but ill be living here” he stated, which, he had you there.

Before you could even think of a response he was out the door.

True to his word, Ben had his things over by that very same weekend. Although it was unsurprising considering just how light he packed. In fact, other than his bass and musical equipment, you couldn't really think of anything he had actually brought with him to the flat. You got to meet his parents when they dropped him off, both of whom seemed leaps and bounds more conversational than their son. Ironically, you got Leia’s phone number before her sons; her telling you to message if you ever needed anything. It felt like an indirect jab at Ben, a ‘if he fucks up let me know’, but you digress. The tension between Ben and his dad was blatantly obvious, them sharing no words before he got back into the car and Ben into the house. He did give his mum a small hug goodbye though, and you thought you saw a small tear in her eye before she managed to wipe it away.

Since his move in, Ben had kept painfully to himself. You barely saw him at all in those first days, just heard him through the walls the odd time he dropped something - or saw a plate or cup gone from their places in the kitchen. To be honest , it felt more like a paranormal haunting than a new roommate. Poe was vocal of his apprehension to the situation, sharing glances with you when you would both be in the living room and you'd see ben scurry by or passive aggressively texting you when his favourite cup had been used by someone who wasn't him. it was a relatively small issue, but Poe had blown it so out of proportion that you had ordered a new set of cups from Amazon and sent him the link, shutting him up for a while before he found something else to complain about.

it was the fifth day before you actually bumped into ben again. He was on the sofa with his base set up, twiddling with his amp. The sight surprised you so much you physically jumped back, causing him to look up. crap. act cool. act cool.

“hey” you offered him

“hi” hi replied back, looking back down at his amp.

right, yer. his space, give him his space. Just get your stuff and go back to your room. don't speak to him, leave him alone. he clearly wants to be left alone.

“nice day isn't it” you wanted to cover your mouth, the words coming out against your will. Truthfully, you had no clue why you said it. You hadn't even looked at the weather this morning. Its just what people say right?

“Erm” his eyes shot to the window and then back to yours,”no”

sure enough, it was pissing it down outside. The sky was actually comically grey and you'd have laughed if you werent so angry at yourself. You were unsure of what to do, and he was still looking at you, almost assessing you. His eyes were so serious and dark they felt like they were burning tiny holes into your skin. shit, you had to speak now right?

While regretting every single life decision that had brought you into this kitchen at this time, Poe sauntered into the room like your night in shining armour, ignoring Ben all together and coming straight over to you, placing a big arm around your shoulders. You saw Ben drop his head back down to this bass, and you used all your might to not let out a sigh of relief.

“Tonight, I'm taking you out” He offered, a cheeky gleam in his eye.

“Are you now”

“Razor crest, drinks and dancing, be there or be square” He lists off as if he's a paid promoter, causing you to let out a giggle.

“Whos invited?”

“just the gang” he said, causing you to shoot him an eye roll, knowing full well you ‘gang’ consisted of all of three people, yourself and Poe included in that number.

but then you remembered, there was another person now, whether they liked it or not. Poe’s eyes followed yours to Ben and then back to meet yours again, you saw the realisation change to disgust, as he shook his head silently at you.

you knew this look, the ‘don't you dare’ look, the ‘not in 1000 years’ look. But you couldn't help it, your lips were moving before you could stop them for the second time this morning.

“Are you free tonight, Ben?’

The look of sheer betrayal on Poe's face made you wince, surely he'd understand right? he knew you well enough to know your verbal diarrhoea problem.

Ben didn't even look up, but he did let out a small laugh that felt quite antagonistic.

“i dont go to Razor Crest”

“i don't go to razor crest ugh” Poe mocked, causing Rey to let out a hysterical giggle, and you a sigh.

You'd been out for all of three hours and you were all already feeling the effects of the alcohol. It was late and the bar was jam packed with students all raring to go. Poe had been making eyes at one particular red head almost all night and you were half surprised he hadn't already made his move. Poe put out, it was a fact. You and Finn had at one time made a fridge chart for him, a gold star awarded every time he brought girl home. Whether the goal was to make him feel proud of his conquests or embarrassed, you still weren't 100% sure, but after a month or so you had both lost count and given up. You told yourself it didn't bother you, that he was just a friend, and that he owed you nothing, but every time he left you at the bar for another girl something stung inside; something you pushed deep down but regrettably was still there none the less.

Sure enough, as the night progressed, you and Rey ended up fending for it alone, and instead of feeling sorry for yourself you decided to do the responsible thing and drink more.

After the third round of shots, Rey calls it in.

“I think I'm gonna be sick” she tells you sheepishly, and you can't help but belly laugh in response. She starts to shuffle towards the door and you go to follow.

“Hey don't leave on my behalf” she tells you earnestly, but you wave her off.

“Nah I've had my fill, I'm starting to forget which flat number i live at” you tell her, causing her to giggle this time.

You both stumble out the bar, past the smokers and up the cobbled road towards her flat. She unlocks her door and lets herself in, not before giving you a drunken hug and a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

As you ready yourself to make your way back to your own flat, you come back past the bar entrance; a particularly prominent cobble causes you to trip ever so slightly and gain a whoop from a group of boys who were passing round a box of marlboro straights.

You suddenly realised just how dark it was and just how alone you were. Most nights you wouldn't stay out this late, and if you did, then you'd normally be walking back with finn. You let out a shiver, a mix of both the cold night air finally breaking through your drunken daze and a smidge of fear. The Razor Crests entrance lights were getting progressively further away, and although you know that you only had a maximum of a half mile walk back to your home, it felt like ample distance to get kidnapped or murdered in, most probably both.

How many true crime stories started with a young drunk girl, scantily clad and out alone at night? You could hear the police reports now, which photo would they use? you prayed it would be a hot one, at the very least one after your thin brow phase.

Being literally bumped back into reality, in almost a cruel humorous way, you felt yourself walk head first into a figure, their arms coming out to catch you as the sheer momentum bounced you back.

Oh god, I'm dead. I'm literally going to die.

“Hey, chill out” The voice made your heart beat both slow and race again,

“Ben?!” you shrieked, voice hoarse through pure anticipation of your thought to be demise

“Are you okay” he asked, and only then did you realise you were shaking like a leaf.

“Im fine” you let out in a small voice, looking down at your shoes. You could feel the redness in your cheeks through pure embarrassment alone. This was not an ideal situation for him to see you in, and you kind of started to with that he had been a murderer, at least then you wouldn't have to deal with the second hand embarrassment in the morning.

“What are you doing out here”

“why are you out alone”

you both asked simultaneously,

“I was coming out for a smoke” He told you, flashing his tobacco pouch at you from inside his coat. His very warm looking coat, might you add. Another shiver ran down your body.

“Im coming home from Razor Crest” you tell him, trying to be matter of fact but slurring your words just enough to spoil the show.

“Yes obviously, but why are you alone” he shoots back in some what of a patronising tone, it wouldn't sit well with sober you and it definitely doesn't go down well with drunk you.

“Im a big girl”

“clearly” he makes, making extra sure to look you up and down from his towering distance above you, causing you to huff.

“well i can take care of myself”

“you shouldn't be out alone around here, its not safe” he ignores your response, looking you dead in the eye.

You feel something inside you flutter, a warmth that you can't quite control. Okay, ben might be weird and a bit annoying it would seem, but he was handsome, thats for sure. The limited light danced off his strong features and dark shaggy mop of hair, making him look both dangerous and appealing.

As if you were standing here mentally flirting with the idea of being with Res cousin; you made a mental note to punish yourself for the ludicrous thoughts in the morning.

“Okay well I'm going home now” you tell him, attempting to push past him, but his large hand finds its way to your forearm and pulls you back,

“yes, you are, come on” If what he said before was patronising, he was now speaking to you like you were a dog he was walking.

“go have your nicotine, ive got this one covered” you tell him with a mock salute, causing him to roll his eyes. He lets go of your arm and you take your win, trying to step confidently away without falling. You're proud of yourself for handling the situation when you realise he's following all of 10 steps behind you, rolling a cigarette in his hands while holding a filter between his teeth.

when he catches you looking, he nods down to his hands,

“want one?” he mumbles between his lips, still holding the filter pride of place.

“no thanks” you snap, picking up pace.

Ben smirks at you, but you miss it, too focused on not embarrassing yourself and keeping your feet in line.

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