#I call for an after dark session soon to celebrate

[inshelliesworld]

🧁HAPPY BIRTHDAY!🧁

I have a couple of mutuals whose birthday is today!!!!

One of you I know wishes to remain anonymous & the other I haven't seen post anything publicly so I won't tag anyone!

BUT KNOW THAT I KNOW & EXPECT A DIRECT MESSAGE FROM ME TODAY💌

LOVE YOU 😘😘

[tomtenadia]

Detours to you - 19

Hello all,

I am off on holidays to Lisbon tomorrow for a few days to celebrate my bday so I will leave you with a new chapter. It's Maya's bday too (she is a January girl like me).

Hope you will enjoy the fluff

MASTERLIST

A week elapsed and Maya’s birthday had finally arrived. They had waited until the Saturday for the celebrations and Aelin had closed the shop for a day so they could host the party there. They had invited her parents, Lys and Aedion, Elide was coming on her own since Lorcan was on shift, a few kids from the school that Maya liked and Rowan had the day off but was on call. Aelin just hoped nothing would interrupt the day. He needed a day of celebrations. His week had been hellish. She had accompanied him to the funeral of his three firefighters and had seen how broken he had been. Rowan had been grieving and had been so busy with the investigation that she worried about him. 

Now he was at home with Maya while she was at the bookshop getting it ready for the party.

They had gone for a mix theme of hockey and space. Rowan had started teaching her basic astronomy with the telescope he had gifted her and Maya had fallen in love with it.

A knock came at the front door and she saw her parents. Aelin invited them in with a hug “Hi mum, and dad.”

“Hi Aelin, where’s the birthday girl?”

“Rowan will bring her here as soon as I gave him the okay that the shop is ready.”

Evalin walked around the shop and looked at the decorations “This looks lovely.”

Rhoe looked at the space decorations and Aelin walked up to him “Rowan had been teaching her about the stars.”

“I know,” her father added “She is actually teaching me all about it now.”

Aelin laughed “she is teaching me too.”

“I brought a lot of biscuits and a cake too.” Added Evalin, showing her daughter the box she was carrying. 

Aelin grabbed the containers with food and placed them on the table that they had set up..

“Mum she will love your cake, it has the perfect level of chocolate.”

Evalin laughed “I also have a box for Rowan. I know he is not a fan of sweets so I made him the orange oatmeal biscuits that he loves so much.”

Aelin thanked her mother and she knew that she had always had a special place in her heart for Rowan.

Lysandra, Aedion and Elide arrived not long after together with the other few guests. She had texted Rowan that it was time to bring Maya. When later on he texted her that they had parked the car and walking to the shop, the group had switched off the lights and got ready for the surprise.

Rowan walked with his daughter on his hand and at the shop, he used the key Aelin had given him. As soon as they were inside, the darkness got replaced by a starry sky and slowly the people appeared and Aelin walked to her daughter and Rowan was at her side “Happy birthday, Maya.”

Maya hugged them both and then looked at the stars “mama your shop has stars.”

“Yes, baby, do you like it?”

“I love it so much.”

Slowly they turned up the lights and allowed her to see all the guests.

“Nana.” Maya ran to her grandparents.

“Happy birthday, my love, you are a big girl now.”

“Yes, nana I am six.” She proudly lifted her fingers.

Aelin encouraged the kids to gather in the children section where they had created a corner for them. She had also organised a story telling session with cake after the presents. But most of all, she was looking forward to see the present she got from her and Rowan. They had bought her first bike. She knew Maya was going to love it.

Rowan walked to her side “you have done a wonderful job with the bookshop. The starry sky  is perfect.”

Aelin leaned her head against his shoulder “You should see my mum’s hockey themed cake.”

“She will feel like the queen of the world today.” His arms wound around Aelin’s waist and pulled her closer “she is definitely my princess.”

“I found this young lady running around, does anyone know her?” Aedion was carrying Maya potato sack style and the girl giggled at her uncle antics “Dad save me, the dragon has taken me.”

Rowan laughed and followed the two, pretending to fight Aedion while he growled.

One of the mums walked at her side “He is so good to her.”

Aelin nodded while sipping her juice.

“You know that at school he has won the title of DILF, right?”

Aelin knew. The news had reached her and a lot of the mums had a crush on him. It had pissed her off to no end and she had been jealous too. Just as she was jealous of Lyria. The whole relationship between them was still very frail, they had not set on a label but she wanted to be possessive. Rowan was hers.

“I know and I hate it.”

“My husband was their target until Rowan came up. I know how you feel.”

“I hate them and that Remelle woman and her son caused so much grief to Maya.”

The woman gave a nervous laugh “I had my running ins with Remelle. She almost messed up my marriage with her lies.”

“Mama, we are opening presents!” Maya walked to her grabbing her hand to drag her where all the presents were gathered. 

The adults they all sat down and Aelin took Maya where all the gifts were, and started to hand out all the parcels. 

“Ok birthday girl, let’s open up a few present, shall we?”

Maya started jumping up all excited “Yes! Yes! I want the presents!”

They started with the ones from her school friends then it was then time of Elide and Lorcan who had bought her a pass for the observatory and then a limited edition jersey of the Stags. Maya ran to hug Elide. Lorcan could not be present because he was working  “Thank you auntie Elide. I love it.” 

“Mama, can I wear it?”

“Not yet, after cake maybe but not now. We don’t want to ruin it with chocolate.”

“Ok.”

Aelin placed the item of clothing aside and grabbed a present she knew was from Aedion and Lysandra. They had gifted her a super special edition book of Terrasen folktales and then her own hockey stick with the Stags colours.

Maya screamed happily and grabbed her stick swinging as if she was playing “I am playing hockey!”

They all laughed and Maya kept playing happily until Rowan pulled her back to attention for her grandparents presents who had given her a tent for her bedroom that had a space theme and then a projector for her bedroom so she could project the sky in her room.

“Nana and I thought they would be nice for the days you can’t go out in the garden. So you can have the sky in your room.”

Maya ran to her grandparents and hugged them tightly “Thank you.”

“Come on now, you have the last one from us.”

Maya walked back to her parents and Aelin and Rowan sat down beside her and Aelin handed her a small packet. When she struggled Rowan helped her opening it and she looked at her present with a curious face. Rowan lifted the passes “Maya, this is a ticket for a special event the Stag are doing and meeting the fans.”

Maya looked at her dad with big green eyes “Dorian too?”

Rowan caressed her face “yes baby, we are going to meet all the Stags again.”

She threw herself at her dad and Aelin moved closer brushing her back. They remained in silence while they cuddled their daughter then Rowan pulled back “we have one last surprise for you.” He passed Maya to her mum and walked at the back of the shop. When he came back he was pushing a green bicycle and Maya ran to him “Is it for me?”

“Of course,” he grabbed her hand and helped her sit on. The bike still had stabilisers and Rowan showed her how to use the pedals and within minutes Maya was cycling, with a fussy Rowan hovering over her.

“I think you guys topped her presents. Aeds and I tried to give her a cool one.”

“Lys, your presents were great as well.”

Lysandra stared at Rowan with Maya “He is so cute with her.”

Aelin nodded.

“So, are you getting married next?”

She chuckled “Elide asked me the same thing a while ago.”

“Because you both have made some strides and are improving, that is the next logical step.”

Aelin was silent for a moment “As I said to El, we are not there yet. For now, let’s all concentrate on your wedding.”

“Mama look, I am cycling.”

Aelin looked at her daughter on her bike and smiled. Rowan had approached her one day saying that Maya had mentioned about having a bike like the other kids. He said that he wanted to teach her and Aelin had agreed. She loved that Rowan had involved her too after the hockey classes fiasco. Classes that were going to start next week and their daughter was the most excited person ever. 

“You are doing so well, Maya.”

They were all in the middle of having cake when Rowan’s radio became alive. Everyone fell silent and he grabbed it running away to a quiet corner.

Aelin watched him with a tightness in her chest. She knew he was on call and that if an emergency happened he’d have to leave. She just hoped that for one day Orynth would have no drama so he’d be able to celebrate his daughter’s birthday in peace. It was the first one for him and she wanted it to be special for both.

He came back at the front and she knew from his face that it was not good. She had forgotten how easily she could read his expressions “What is it?”

“I need to go. I am sorry.”

Aelin hugged him tightly “Be careful, please.” A soft whisper against his neck, the scent of pine and snow soothing her soul “Come back to me. To us.”

Rowan kissed her on her lips and pulled back, kneeling in front of Maya “I have to go to work and help people.” His heart broke at Maya’s wobbly lip “I will see you later at home, baby.”

Maya threw her arms around him and softly sobbed.

“Happy birthday, my love.”

Rowan then forced himself to stand and take a step towards the door. He cast a last glance at the party and then walked out in a run.

Aelin watched Rowan go.

There was an ache in her chest. An ancient fear rising in her. It was the anguish she had felt when he was on active duty and a regular firefighter. Waiting for him to come home after his shift and knowing he was safe. Aelin had accepted the dangers of his job the day she had confessed him she was in love with him. 

Gods, she loved him. She had to tell him. She let him go to his job without telling that she loved him.

Aelin prayed Mala to bring him back to her.

I will come back to you.

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[real-life-senshi]

PGSM Five Performers Special Talk Session - Fan Translation

In celebration of Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon (Live-Action)'s 🎉 20th anniversary🎉, I present to you the never-been-done-before, full translation of the Senshi talk (3 pages long) from the "Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon Visual Book" (first released on April 30, 2004)!

Some notes & disclaimer:

I'm not a fluent Japanese speaker, but I do know Hiragana, Katakana, basic Japanese grammar and kanji, and a few good tools to use for translation. All's to say, all mistakes are mine. Sorry if there's any!

I'm also not a professional translator. Due to the grammar differences between Japanese and English, some sentences will sound awkward in English for the conversation to make sense.

Hama Chisaki is the old stage name Izumi Rika used when working on PGSM. She changed her stage name to Izumi Rika after changing production company and returning to the entertainment industry after a hiatus where she focused on school.

Please note that everyone's name is written in the order of (Family Name) (First Name) in Japanese style instead of Western style.

You can find scans of the full Visual Book at Miss Dream.org! I own a copy of the Visual Book, so I made some of my own scans for some of the images and was able to double-check the text outside of Miss Dream's scans.

Without further ado...

No matter in transformation as a Sailor Senshi or out of transformation, all 5 girls are incredibly busy in their daily lives.   Although there are not many opportunities for all the members to get together, but just like their development within the drama, the bond between them seems to be deepening day by day.

Here is a guest-talk session with all 5 of them. In fact, this is a "first in history”!

Kitagawa: Among the 5 of us, don’t you seem the most feminine and lady-like? Azama: Is that so?

—For this round of work, the 5 of you are gathered to do this photo shoot for the Visual Book, but you rarely get to all come together in a full group when you're shooting for the drama, right?

Sawai Miyuu (Sawai): That’s true. I think the first time all 5 of us got to shoot together in the drama was the assembly hall scene (Act 18)?

Azama Mew (Azama): And after that, there were a couple more times.

Hama Chisaki (Hama): But for the other times I'm the only one that's not really there. (laughs) Right now I’m Dark Mercury (Editor note: this is how everyone calls Sailor Mercury on site while she’s under the enemy’s control). Because of this, I’m all alone. (laughs)

—From “Crank In” (= Japanese term for starting film shoot) till now, over half a year has passed already.

Sawai: That’s so quick!

Hama: Eh, that means it’ll be farewell soon? (laughs)

Kitagawa Keiko (Kitagawa): But you can also think of it as there’s still another half a year to go.  It’s kind of like a turning point for us.

Hama: I see. From that perspective, it feels like we still have a long way to go. (laughs)

The truth of the 5 girls! Would you want to go back to that day?

—In reality, among the 5 of you which of you is most unlike the character you portray?

Sawai: Isn’t everyone quite similar to their character?

Kitagawa:  Not me.

Hama:  I don't think so either.

Kitagawa: (without hesitation) Yeah, you’re not.

Hama: Hey now. (laughs) But Mako-chan (= Azama Mew) also isn’t, so isn’t everyone quite unlike their character besides Usagi (= Sawai Miyuu)?

Sawai: Wait, what?

Azama: You really are just the way Usagi is.

Sawai: What? …… But one of us is more mature?

Hama & Azama: (in unison) Who?

Sawai: Me! Sawai Miyuu!

Everyone: ……

Sawai: Eh, why? That’s how everyone thinks of me?

Azama: Fashion sense, hairstyle, etc. is different though.

Sawai: Not like that! I meant my personality, my way of thinking, etc. (laughs) …… But, I still think with the 5 of us, we all are like our characters in individual unique ways……

Kitagawa: We look similar.

Komatsu Ayaka (Komatsu): What do you mean by that? (laughs)

Kitagawa: Like our aura, I think we all give off a similar vibe to the original characters.

Komatsu: Ahh, you’re right, we do fit the vibes.

Azama: I don’t think my vibe fits though?

Everyone else: You fit—!

Sawai: Such as the part where you’re both feminine.

Kitagawa: Among the 5 of us, don’t you seem the most feminine and lady-like? 

Azama: Is that so? 

Sawai: Then we’re fine up until the last episode, Minako is alive! Komatsu: Got it. I’ll do my best. I won’t die. (laughs)

Hama:  Seriously though, even for the people who have not seen the show at all, if they see the 5 of us, I think they probably can figure out which character each of us plays (just then, a sound of “pop” came from beside her.) …… Usagi-chan, stop popping your bone. (laughs)

Sawai: Ah, please transcribe the sound you heard just now in a cool* way.

「シャキーン！」(Shakin) was the word Sawai used to describe her request. Which is an onomatopoeia commonly used in manga to describe something done looking cool and eye-catching, like a character's victory pose. What a Usagi-like behaviour... lol

Azama:  That makes no sense. (laughs)

—Now that we’ve gotten to the punchline (laughs), I'd like to ask which of the 5 of you do you think gave a first impression that is the most different from the reality.

Everyone: Chisaki!

Hama:  Me, because I’m shy……

Azama: When we first met, I thought she was not talkative at all. Then before I knew it, she started talking a lot. ....... I don't remember how it happened in between. (laughs)

Kitagawa: But we’ve all changed [since the time of establishing first impressions].

Sawai: That’s true. At first, we wouldn’t even joke with each other.

Hama: Yeah. And before, they wouldn't ignore me or anything like they do now.

Azama: Eh? We would ignore you now?

Hama: I didn’t mean it like that. (laughs) Before, when someone made a [bad] joke, you wouldn't just let it slide, or say something halfheartedly like "yeah, yeah", right? I wish I could go back in time.

Kitagawa: I don’t want to go back.

Komatsu: Yeah, you’d want to move forward. (laughs)

Kitagawa: Yeah, let’s keeping looking forward. Because we’ve all done such hard work to get here already.

Hama: And I don't want to go through that winter again (laughs)……

The Senshi team divided? What would Minako’s fate be?

—As mentioned earlier, it took quite a long time for all 5 of you to get together in the show, hasn't it?

Sawai: I was really happy about it.  It was like, "Finally, all five of us are here!"

Azama: My friends laughed at that assembly hall scene though.

Komatsu: My family too. (laughs)

Hama: Eh? Why?

Azama: Y’know, we paused to pose a few times didn't we? And after all of that, we end up not fighting as a full team after all. (laughs) They said, "Aren’t the 5 of you supposed to fight together?"

Sawai: Speaking of, Venus has a lot of cool-looking arrival scenes.

Kitagawa: Halation*. (laughs)

Halation: (photography/filmography terminology) It means a halo-effect when additional lighting is added.

Komatsu: Come again?

Kitagawa: It's what Director [Sato] Takemitsu said. “This is the scene where the princess appears, so we'll need some halation,” he said.

Sawai: He really did say that quite a few times.  “Halation, more halation”, he’d say.

Kitagawa: He'd say, “It’s an iconic scene. So give me more halation!”  It's strangely still ringing in my ears. (laughs) But by the time this book came out......

—Everyone would’ve found out that Usagi is the real princess, and Venus is the leader (Act. 25~26).

Komatsu: That’s true. (At Kitagawa Keiko) “You’re the substitute”. (laughs)

Azama: And, the rest of us are like the other 2 spares. (laughs)

Hama: The princess, the leader and the sub, and then blue and green, it does feel like that. (laughs)

—No way! (laughs) By the way, do you guys have time to watch the show at all?

Sawai: I watch it. After all, sometimes it’s hard to imagine how I would look on TV. Even with commercial shoots, you never know how it's going to look until the final product is finished .......

Kitagawa:  I’m the opposite. I’m afraid to watch it.  At first, when I watched it on the On Air* date, I felt frustrated and thought, "I could’ve done much better now.” I guess I watch it mostly when I don’t appear much on screen.

On Air: Japanese filmography terminology for the first official footage release of a program, typically means the first episode of a series.

Azama: There was a time when I didn't have enough time to watch it, at its peak I'd miss the show for up to a month's time. So I'd binge-watch all 4 episodes in one go the moment I can instead, and I’m still 2 episodes behind right now. (laughs)

—Excluding your own scenes, what scene has left a memorable impression on you?

Kitagawa:  There are so many that I can’t decide on one.

Hama: It’s practically impossible to say our lines when suffering from pollen allergies. Sawai: It’d be like “In the name of love and justice… achoo!” (laughs)

Azama: For me, the scene where Akumi-chan (Editor’s note: During the time as Dark Mercury, Hama Chisaki’s character Mizuno Ami is referred to as “Akumi”, merging “Aku” (evil) with “Ami”.) was on the merry-go-round was great.

Sawai: That sideway glance was really intense. (laughs)

—Speaking of intense, the confrontation between Rei (=Kitagawa Keiko) and Minako (=Komatsu Ayaka) was also very exciting.

Sawai: And ever since then, I notice those two (Kitagawa & Komatsu) have become very close. (laughs)

Azama: And, those two (Sawai & Hama) are also really close with each other, so I’m left all alone……

Sawai: That’s not true!

Azama: Odd numbers are not good to work with after all. (laughs) From now on, I'll get closer to Luna (Sailor Luna = Koike Rina) instead. (laughs)

Hama: Lately, most of my time is spent in the company of the Shitennou. (laughs) I feel like it's been a long time since I’ve met everyone like this.

Sawai: I've also been spending a lot of time with Mamo-chan (Chiba Mamoru = Shibue Jouji) lately. And most of the scenes are done with gloomy expressions. (laughs)

Komatsu: Minako’s also suffering from time to time...I wonder what will happen?

Sawai: She did say there’s only six months left.

Hama: Let’s make a decision now?

Komatsu: About my illness? (laughs)

Hama: Wouldn't that make it easier [to act]?

Sawai: In talking with the collective staff-san, the story is supposed to be that Sailor Moon protects Minako from dying using the Silver Crystal......

Azama: Eh? Mamoru* dies from the Silver Crystal?

“To protect”( 守る) is pronounced “mamo-ru” in Japanese. Azama mistook Sawai's choice of saying “protect” with “Chiba Mamoru” the character.

Sawai: That’s not it! (laughs) To use the Silver Crystals to "protect" Minako.

Kitagawa: I guess that'll be in the last episode……

Sawai: Then we’re fine up until the last episode, Minako is alive!

Komatsu: Got it. I’ll do my best. I won’t die. (laughs) But before the last episode, I might die a bit.

Azama: Die a bit?

Komatsu: No, I meant to say, “I might die a bit before”. (laughs) (At Sawai Miyuu), Well, I’ll be counting on you then. (everyone laughs)

Sawai: But six months is quite a long time, isn't it?

Komatsu: …… So you want me to die sooner? Even though I just bowed at you. (laughs)

The Sailor Senshi’s message to their fans

—Since Crank In in the summer, winter had come and gone, and now spring has arrived……

Sawai: Crank-in was so hot! And I was running all the time.

Hama: At first it was just the two of us, me and Usagi. And Naru-chan (Kawabe Chieco) too.

Kitagawa: And I joined in September.

Sawai: It would have been rough to wear a shrine maiden costume in August.

Kitagawa: No, because there’s the fireplace, it actually always feels like midsummer for me.

Sawai: Oh I see. But even though I’m really glad winter’s over, now there’s pollen allergy to deal with in spring. (laughs)

Hama: It’s practically impossible to say our lines when suffering from pollen allergies.

Sawai: It’d be like “In the name of love and justice… achoo!” (laughs).

—To wrap us up, would you please give a message to your fans?

Hama: This kind of thing is so hard to do. (laugh)

Azama: Let’s go in the order of the day of the week*.

Japanese days are named according to the elements. From Monday – Sunday: moon, fire, water, wood, gold/metal, earth, and sun. This means Mercury's and Mars's order is flipped when compared to the Senshi lineup.

Sawai: The order of the day of the week. (laughs) So I’m first? …… Hm~mm, it has already been six months since the program started and the 5 of us have come together, please support us until the very end. We will also do our very best!

Kitagawa: For purchasing this book, thank you very much.  It's very much appreciated.

Hama: You can see the 5 of us outside of our usual roles in this book. And you can also see how we spent our New Year's (laugh), so please enjoy this book!

Azama: When thinking about how things will unfold moving forward, I think everyone will be looking forward to how things turn out, so let’s all be excited and watch each episode together! (laughs)

Komatsu: They said everything already. (laughs) I don't know what to do……

—It's the closing of this segment, so please end it with style.

Komatsu: …… Only six more months left.* (everyone laughs)

OMG, she legit just quoted her own line, THAT line from Act 18. lol

—Thank you very much. (laughs)

[onlyonetifosi]

A good call early in the morning

-> Word Count: almost 2000 :)

-> Warnings: very fluff, SMUT +16 (petnames, cocky Logan...)

It was 9 am when Logan's phone started ringing, and I immediately felt Logan groaning and twirling in bed.

-Baby, pick it up or turn it off- I groaned in a whisper, too tired to speak louder.

-Sorry sweetie, I have to attend, it's from Williams.

I feel him getting up and going to the kitchen. After what I think there was about 15 minutes he comes back with the most beautiful smile I have seen.

-I can see it was a good call- I tease him, still in bed, but spurred on it.

-Baby, come here - He invited me to cuddle while coming back to bed.

-Well, are you gonna tell me what it was about?- I ask him with curiosity.

-Maybe, maybe not the Williams seat is mine next season - he says as if it was something that happens normally.

-WHAT THE HELL LO!? -I ask jumping from the bed

-NO WAY, congratulations baby- I say throwing myself at him, filling his face with kisses and hugging him like a koala.

We spend the next hours cuddling in bed , eating breakfast and drinking our coffee. -I will be the next champion- I say certain. -I hope so baby, but Williams it's not in the best moment, we're barely in points - he says serious as always. -But you are going to make much progress, you will see, and no one is as beautiful as you - I whisper in his ear, making him smile and kiss me.

- How about going to the beach? We have to celebrate it- He suggests with a smile on his face. We get ready for a relaxing evening, we take our swimsuits and a bag with our favourite snacks and drinks and spend 2 hours sitting on the sand watching the sunset in silence until it gets dark, and we decide to go back home to get dressed as we're going to his favourite restaurant with his family to celebrate the announcement.

He puts a shirt and some shorts and I dress up in a floral dress I know he loves besides it's summer and it's hot even at night. Although he takes a jacket just in case because he knows I'm always cold. We go to the restaurant in his car, his family is already there, when we get there we hug and kiss everyone and sit down at the table to have dinner, after a while the conversation turns to me as we establish a conversation about my life.

-So you are from Spain, aren't you?- His dad asks me with interest.

-Yes, I'm from Barcelona-I respond with a smile.

-So how did the two of you met?-His brother gets into the conversation.

-I was a marshal on the Montmeló track this year and we met there and the rest is history.

-I saw her when I was going back from the podium and I had the courage to ask her out, she was confused because I was talking too fast according to her but she accepted - Logan says with a smile on his face.

-It's true! I talk too fast for me to understand- I grumble back and he hugs me a little bit while mocking me. -Next time I'll start speaking Spanish or Catalan - I say smiling to him.

 We all sit down to have dinner together and we talk, I answer all the questions they ask me and I also ask some, the main thing is that I'm enjoying myself, and I love the fact that Logan likes it when his family makes fun of him so does he with them.

-Ok now seriously, let us talk about the wedding - his mum says, gaining Logan's full attention. -Oh yeah! When will it be?- His brother asks from the other side of the table.

-Well I don't know yet, we are very Ing and we want to see where life gets us, but I'm very clear that she is the love of my life.-he tells them while holding my hand.

-Excellent said son - his dad says.

We finish our dinner and go on to have dessert but soon Logan tells me that he wants to get out of there because it's getting late. After saying goodbye we go home; the trip is very pleasant, with my Taylor Swift playlist in the speakers and us discussing and talking about the most random things we can think, but it's something normal about us.

Once at home, he couldn't wait anymore to kiss me so he started a steamy make-out session in the living room.

-Logan, bedroom please - I whimper with shaky voice.

-As I ask baby - he smirks as he throws me over his shoulder and makes his way up to our bedroom.

Logan leaned, grinding against Ir core, Ir hips moving impatiently against him in return.

-I’re so sexy in that dress.-, he whispered into my ear, making me shiver.

 His hands gripped the fabric of Ir dress needily until they got a hold of Ir ass. 

Then he picked I up and carried I to his bedroom without interrupting the fiery kiss between the two of I. Ir legs wrapped around him, giving I more stability to grind Ir core against his crotch. 

When he’d reached his room he laid me down on the mattress. 

Instead of following I though, he stood over I and took I in as he admires my beauty, lying there on the bed only for him. 

-What is it?-, I asked breathlessly, Ir mind racing with the wildest thoughts of his lips on Ir skin. 

-Nothing.-, he shrugged, a smile creeping onto his face. 

-Just think that you're beautiful.-, he explained, before he crouched down to take off Ir heels. 

At a loss for words, I sat up on my elbows, watching as he carefully freed me from the uncomfortable shoes. 

Once he’d succeeded, he pulled me towards the edge of the bed by my legs, making me gasp. 

His face was now directly in front of I.  I sucked in air loudly in anticipation. 

-Logan..-, I panted, feeling his breath against I as he pushes Ir dress up

I was so wet by now that I was desperately craving Ir release. 

-All in good time, pretty girl.-, he smirked, spreading my legs to give him more room.

His hands slowly crept up Ir thighs while he kissed his way up from Ir inner thigh to Ir core. 

It was so slow and sensual that I couldn’t help but moan again, my hips bucking up in need for some friction. 

-Someone’s impatient -, he laughed when I huffed. 

-Don’t worry, baby. I'll get there, I promise-

His words sent a pleasant shiver down my spine.

Then finally his tongue flicked at Ir core, making Ir mouth fall open for a silent moan. 

I writhed under the sensation until his arm came up to my waist to hold me in place while his tongue made me see stars. 

-Logan..-, I moaned again, my mind not able to function properly. 

-Tell me what I want.-, he replied, not stopping. 

-I want..-, I tried to speak, but was interrupted by a moan falling from my lips. 

-I want..-, I began again, but the rest of my sentence was lost in yet another moan because he started sucking on Ir clit. 

-If I want my fingers just say so baby.-, he whispered, two of his fingers slipping into I with ease. 

Ir hips bucked up uncontrollably, Ir high building up rather rapidly. 

-I’m gonna cum..-, I whined when he sped up his fingers and curled them inside I perfectly. 

-Good. Want I to make a mess all over my fingers.-, he panted, his tongue circling at Ir clit continuously.

His words were all I needed to send I over the edge. 

With a few more thrusts from his fingers I clenched around them, coming undone while moaning his name. 

While I was still coming down from Ir high, Logan freed himself of his shirt and pants before he crawled on top of I. He pulled Ir dress up and over Ir head.

- You’re ready, sweetie? - he asked, engaging me in another passionate kiss.

When he moved his hips against I, his dick slid through Ir folds, leaving I wanting more once again.

-Fuck me, Lo -  I breathed out, keeping the intense eye contact with him as he aligned himself at Ir entrance.

Slowly, slowly, he pushed into I, enjoying the way Ir walls clenched around him. 

I gasped at the feeling of him inside me, filling me up completely.

-You're so pretty - he smirks, then picked up his pace. 

His fast and deep thrusts immediately hit all the right spots inside of I, causing a string of curse words to fall from Ir lips. 

Ir legs wrapped around his hips and Ir eyes were screwed shut, simply enjoying his touch. However, he didn’t like that. 

-Look at me when I’m inside I.-, he commanded with a deep voice, not stopping his movements. 

-I… can’t-  I replied with a whine, which only made him even more annoyed. 

Quickly his hand came to Ir neck, squeezing rather harshly. 

I squealed, opening my eyes in shock. Logan smiled, satisfied again.

-Not so hard, is it?- he asked with a confident grin, leaning down to give me a sloppy kiss. 

His thrusts were still fast and hard, making me go insane. 

I made sure to keep my eyes focussed on him, even though I almost melted under his gaze.

When he filled I up and rested his hips against Irs for a second, my mouth hung agape, my mind not able to cope with the sensation. 

He pushed his hips further against Irs, pushing I up on the bed.   

-I fuck me so good!-, I praised, remembering last second that I were supposed to leave Ir eyes open. 

-Such a good girl for me.- 

Logan continued his thrusts, bringing I to the edge once again. 

-I’m close…-, I gasped between constant moans. 

-Let go, baby.-, he encouraged, his fingers finding Ir clit to press down on it.

 It made me clench around his dick, pulling an animalistic groan from him. -Fuck, you’re so tight.-

I’m not gonna last much longer.- He let out breathily. -Cum in me.- my words switched something inside him, his hips setting a ruthless pace, wanting nothing more than to grant me desire as soon as he possibly could. His change in pace was getting me there even quicker. My eyes rolled back, as I was back arching off the mattress. -Shit, you look so fucking pretty.- Even with the anticipation of his imminent release he couldn’t help but take a second to appreciate how good I looked beneath him. He was broken away from his thoughts as he felt my walls tighten around him. It only took a few more thrusts until we were both reaching our highs simultaneously. He continued his thrusts, although now a lot more sloppily, until we were both through Ir highs before pulling out and his body collapsing beside mine as he lay on my chest breathing.

After getting clean and comfy in our bed, we decide to put a film on TV, but only for the purpose of having noise on the back as neither of us make an effort of see it. We only want to be as close as posibly with each other.

-You are the one I want, Logan. I tell him and he looks at me, smiling with that face that makes me love him even more. He leans down and kisses me on the lips, letting our bodies fit perfectly together and enjoying every moment we can spend with each other. When we finish we lay in each other's arms with an expression of happiness.

-You are the one I want too.

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Campfire Nights

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.6K

SUMMARY | Y/N and Eve are enjoying their trip to Italy, and when Y/N celebrates her birthday, Bucky decides to show up with the Avengers as a surprise. They spend a week on a campsite in Italy with the whole group, and they get up to all different kind of shenanigans.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Swearing, kissing, talk about sex.

A/N | This is part of the series 'Yours, Forever' and takes place during Chapter 6, but it can be read and enjoyed as a standalone one-shot.

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Setting up the tents

Even though Y/N and Eve were initially going to share a tent while they were at the campsite, they decided to take on of the tents the Avengers brought. They brought along 3 tents that would fit 4 people, so that was absolutely perfect for the group. At first it was a bit of a puzzle to figure out who would share a tent with who, but by the time that was figured out, it was time to set them up. And this came with their own set of problems.

''Why won't our tent stay up?'' ''Where is the tarp to go on the ground?'' ''No, leave that alone, otherwise we'll lose it!'' ''Ugh, these air mattresses are so hard to blow up!'' were just a few of the things exchanged, but after some bickering everyone managed to set up their tents. As soon as Y/N and Bucky saw their chance, they dove into their tent without being seen, so they could have some alone time, or so they hoped.

''Wait, where did Y/L/N and Barnes go?'' Steve asked, but before he could finish his question, Sam had already found them in their tent, limbs intertwined and enjoying a good make-out session. ''Found them, they're in their tent! Guys, could you at least wait until it was dark en we're going to sleep? This is just gross!'' he exclaimed. ''No Sam, no we could not.'' Y/N said cheekily and gave Bucky one last soft but passionate kiss before getting out of the tent, her neck littered with bruises where Bucky had been ravaging with his lips.

Building the campfire

''Okay, how about this, Thor, Loki, Sam, Bucky, Steve and Clint, you can go find wood for the campfire in the forest, and the rest of us will start unpacking for now? I think we have all the stuff we need to build the campfire here, except for the wood ofcourse.'' Y/N said, and they went right on their way. ''For you, always lady Y/N,'' Thor said, and it made her blush uncontrollably, she would never get used to his charm at this rate. It was like she was a little girl all over again, who could handle it when she got compliments. ''Watch it, Thor.'' Bucky said with a deep, grumpy voice and pointed look towards him.

As soon as the guys came back, they had basically picked half the forest with wood, which should be more than enough to last them through the entire week. ''So, who wants to do the honors of building it?'' Eve said, but no one said anything, since they weren't sure how to build a campfire, let alone get it started. Y/N rolled her eyes and said ''Looks like we're going to do everything around her ourself, babe'' to Eve, and the two of them started building the fire. ''Wait, did you just call her babe...?'' Bucky asked Y/N with a bit of a jealous tone laced in his voice.

''Uh, yeah, I guess I did. I don't even realize I do it, we're just so used to it. If you want me to stop I can do that, but I'd rather be building this campfire before someone freezes to death over here.'' Y/N said, with a smile towards him. ''No it's okay...'' he said with a low voice, he would for sure be asking more about this later, he wanted to be called babe by her, too, but he didn't want to admit it in front of everyone. ''AH, there is the fire!'' Eve and Y/N said at the same time, and they quickly backed away when the flames grew quickly.

S'mores

A campfire will never be complete without s'mores, drinks and friends. Luckily for all of them, there would not be a shortage of any of those these nights, since they brought enough chocolate, marshmallows, graham crackers and alcohol for an entire army, they definitely didn't want to run out before the end of the week. ''Wanna know a secret?'' Y/N whispered to Bucky, who was sitting right next to her. ''Sure.'' ''I've never had s'mores before actually.'' she whispered again.

''HOLD ON, you're saying you have never had the pleasure of tasting the most amazing treat in this world?!'' he repeated back in a loud voice, and everyone instantly went silent, making everyone look at Y/N and Bucky and she felt the crimson color appear on her cheeks and neck faster than she could say s'mores. ''Fuck, could you keep your voice down?!'' she hissed at him, feeling really embarrassed now. ''I'm sorry, but you will definitely have the honor of getting the first s'more of the evening now!'' he said.

Bucky roasted a marshmallow by the fire and placed it in between two graham crackers and some chocolate before giving it to her. ''First, a kiss. As a thank you.'' Bucky said teasing, and who was Y/N to deny him of that pleasure? So she planted a kiss on his lips, which he immediately deepened, much to the dismay of everyone else. ''Guys, get a tent or something, god...!'' Nat said, and they pulled away with big smiles. ''Thank you.'' you simply said and you grabbed the s'more from his hands.

''Oh my fucking god, HOW HAVE I BEEN MISSING OUT ON THIS?!'' Y/N said, and it was gone before anyone could even give an answer. ''Told you so!'' Bucky said with a wink.

Campfire games: Never have I ever

Something that can't possibly be missing from a campfire, is silly games to get to know each other better, or to embarrass each other. One of those games was played at this particular one, namely 'Never Have I Ever'. ''How does that work? I've never even heard of it...'' Bucky asked Y/N. ''Well, one person asks a question and you have to answer if you either have or haven't done it. Since we turn this into a drinking game, you will drink if you have done it, but you won't take a drink if you have not done it. It's that simple.'' she said and she grabbed his hand to reassure him it would all be okay.

Tony went straight for it and asked ''Never have I ever hooked up with someone in this group.'', knowing Y/N and himself would drink, seeing how they had a friends with benefits relationship for a few years. Steve and Natasha also drank to that, but the rest didn't. ''Oh, I see what happened there!'' you said teasing Steve, knowing the crush he had on Natasha. What the group didn't know is that they have been secretly dating for a few months, although Y/N had her suspicions since she got closer to Steve.

The rest of the questions were pretty simple. ''Never have I ever had a crush on someone I worked with'' ''Never have I ever embarrassed myself during a briefing or conference meeting'', but when it was Buckys turn, he was really curious about some of the sexual acts you had performed, knowing you were quite the adventurous type on that front. ''Never have I ever had sex in public.'' he said, and only Tony and Y/N drank to that, to which he couldn't believe his eyes. ''Wait.. you and.. really?'' he asked with furrowed brows.

''Well, yeah. We had a friends with benefits relationship for a few years, what did you expect?'' she said without missing a beat. Somehow, the fact that you were willing to have sex in public turned Bucky on, and he was suddenly really mad it wasn't just the two of them, otherwise he would have taken her right then and there. ''You never asked, when was I supposed to tell you?'' she said and shrugged her shoulders and took a sip of her drink. Everyone else couldn't believe what they heard, they didn't know she could talk so casual about her former sex life with Tony when he was sitting right there.

Singing by the fire

Ever since Y/N was young, she had a love for playing the acoustic guitar, and there is no better way to showcase this than with all her friends around the campfire. Tony had taken her guitar to Italy in the jet but didn't tell her, so when he went away to grab it, he just told everyone he had a surprise. ''Allright, it is all fun and games, but I think I have a better plan here. Just gonna grab something real quick and I'll be back.'' he said with a wink to Y/N. She was wondering what it could be, but all she could do was wait until he got back.

When he got back, he had swung her red guitar case around his shoulder, and as soon as Y/N saw the color, she knew it was her guitar, and she got really excited. ''Oh my god Tony, I can't believe you brought me my guitar! Thank you so much, I really missed playing it!'' she said and gave Tony a hug, after which she took the case from him. ''So, any requests for a campfire song?'' she said, and everyone yelled out different songs at the same time.

''Woah, not everyone at the same time please! How about I go first? I wonder how many of you will know this one.'' She started playing the first accords of the song ''Endlessly'' by Amaranthe, and immediately Buckys eyes locked with hers, it was their song, the one they danced to when she got back from the medbay after the ball. The shy redness crept up his cheeks, but he didn't mind, he was too in love to even care about it. Y/N sang the entire song, with Bucky humming along. After this, everyone gave their suggestions and she played every single one, singing along to all of them.

This turned out to be one of the most perfect evenings they ever had, singing songs with friends, s'mores, drinks and a whole lot of laughter. This was a night no one would ever forget, and everyone was grateful they got to share it with their closest friends.

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New to Life | Chapter 12

MoonKnight System x Hispanic! Teen! Reader

Warning: kind graphic (?) not really but its quick

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It's been four months since Y/N saw the dark figure that one night. She hasn't seen it in months, and she hopes the person doesn't cause her any problems. She was finally gaining control of her life and didn't want to deal with any new issues.

She continued to attend her college classes and became accustomed to college life. Y/N was familiar with the various paths on campus and knew her way around.

Although she hasn't been late to work in a while, when she is, Mania is there to assist the two in getting to the museum. She sometimes uses this power simply to be early. Aside from moving around, she had her first (lonely) study session and finals. She hasn't made any friends even though she believes shes an interesting person.

She and Mania have grown accustomed to each other over the last few months. Mania kept its promise to let Y/N live her normal life, and Y/N promised to keep it fed. By fed, it meant only chocolate items and maybe one or two people per month.

This did kinda anger Mania but it just accepted.

She was surprised that Steven and Marc had not discovered her secret while dealing with Mania. There were times when she and Mania argued, and it could be heard from outside the apartment. Typically, these arguments would revolve around Mania nearly getting them arrested on campus or wanting to kill more people than promised.

Like once, when Y/N handed in her assignment to her professor, he gave her a disgusted look after reading a portion of her work. Y/N wanted to grab him by the collar and slam him against his desk. She didn't, for obvious reasons, and began to walk away.

Mania, on the other hand, did not hesitate and began approaching the professor from Y/N's shoulder. She looked back, feeling a tingly sensation, and saw Mania making its way over. She would immediately grab Mania's neck and pull it back. Mania would return to the body after struggling with the minor battle.

Thankfully the professor was too busy reading Y/N’s research essay that he only gave her a weird look for her burst of energy.

"I don't like him either, but we don't kill people just because we don't like them!" Y/N grumbled outside the classroom, where no one else was.

“We should add that to the list of people”

Reasons like these would cause the two to argue loudly in their flat, causing Marc or Steven to come and check on Y/N. She'd justify it as an angry phone call with her family or her frustration with her homework. They'd just nod and say to take breaks or deep breaths.

After they leave, the two would then argue about them being almost caught.

“See! If only you had kept quiet about today, they wouldn’t have come!”

“If you had controlled yourself back on campus, maybe we wouldn’t be arguing right now!”

In December, Y/N decided to celebrate Hanukkah with the boys. It was difficult because Marc didn't seem to like the idea at first, but after she surprised them with the blue and white apartment, he changed his mind.

Y/N's family FaceTimed her on Christmas to wish her a Merry Christmas. Her siblings planned it because her parents refused to speak to her still, even though it has been months since she was filmed.

Speaking of which, that video was soon forgotten.

She got to talk about what she's been up to in London on FaceTime, not to mentioning the whole Egypt trip and battle with the gods.

During the call, she was thankful that none of her siblings tried to bring up her powers since she still wasn’t ready to talk about it. Plus they'd only get worried and probably want to visit her.

Yes, she may have fantasized about being a superhero with superpowers. She'd imagined herself sitting above the family, and they all looked up in awe. But how could she be proud of something so monstrous? She was growing fond of Mania, but not of its tendencies to kill every living thing.

Her parents said a quick "Feliz Navidad, cuidate" before hanging up. It hurt her a lot because they usually spoke to her more softly, but this was harsher than usual.

It was understandable though, who wouldn't be angry at their kid for going off to some random country and then hiding a superpower. Personally, she wouldn't, she would first want to know if her child was safe and sound. Still, with parents like hers, they parented differently

Still, walking back into Marc and Steven's house relieved the pain and thoughts of her family back home.

Speaking about the boys, she has gotten closer to them.

It became second nature to talk to them about any problem she encountered. Whether it was about college or relationships, one of the two was always willing to share sound advice.

Like now.

Steven was sitting on the couch, a book about hieroglyphics in hand. His glasses sat on the bridge of his nose as he focused his gaze on the pages below him.

Today was his day off from the gift shop, and with the weather being chilly, a good book and a cup of tea sounded like the perfect way to spend the day.

A knock came on his front door as he flipped a page, and he knew who it was.

He smiled to himself and set his book and glasses on the coffee table. Making his way from the center of his flat to the front, he opened the door to reveal his friend.

Y/N was dressed in sweatpants, a t-shirt, and a zip-up hoodie. He could see beneath her eyes that she had spent the entire previous week studying and stressing over her final exams.

“Yo, can I come in?” She gestured to the inside of his apartment.

He nodded and moved to the side to allow her to enter. She started ranting as she was making her way to the couch.

“I got a fucking low score on a test dude” she plopped down on the couch.

Steven made his way to the kitchen to prepare a cup of tea for Y/N, knowing she would need it.

"Well, that's unfortunate; was the text difficult?" He drained the contents of his tea kettle into a white ceramic mug.

"It was, but only because the professor didn't even teach us what was going to be on it."

Steven walked over to Y/N, handing her cup before sitting next to her.

“Hmm, does this mean you failed the course?”

"I mean, no, but I still got a low score," she shook her head. "Others got higher scores"

"As long as you passed the course, that's what matters," he placed a hand on her shoulder, "besides this is your first quarter, don't stress too much on it. I'm sure you'll ace the next one!"

Y/N scoffed, “Maybe, what if I don’t though…”

“But you will, don’t lower your expectations. I believe in you, now drink your tea before it get cold"

Steven took a sip from his cup, and Y/N followed suit. She felt the warmth spread from her chest to her stomach, removing the chill from the outside world.

"You know, I never believed in tea and its effects, but yours is different," she shrugged, taking another sip.

“That’s because you haven’t tried a British one”

The conversation continues, the stress of earlier leaving Y/N's body and being replaced by comfort. It was a benefit of Steven and Marc's apartment.

The phone then buzzed in Y/N's sweater pocket. When she took it out, she saw that Layla had sent her a photo. When she opened the message, she saw a selfie of Layla with some buildings in the background, most likely somewhere in the Middle East.

“Oh look at her, she hasn’t changed since we last saw her” she smiles.

“She texts you?” Marc who just switched in asks.

“Yeah, she doesn’t?”

Marc hesitates and shakes his head.

“Dang…that’s crazy” she says almost sarcastically.

Marc returns his gaze to the coffee table, "Makes sense, I've hurt her too much, so why would she try talking to me?"

Y/N stares at him with worry and sighs, “Have you ever tried talking to her?”

“…no”

"There you have it, that's why. If you haven't tried to find her, she may believe it's because you don't want to. You've got to break that loop, dude," she says to Marc.

He breathes in, “How would I do that?”

“Text her once in a while. It can be a ‘How are you?’ Or ‘How’s the Middle East?’”

Marc gives a hum in response, nodding his head.

"God, when did I get advice from a kid" He groans.

"When you asked me to go to Cairo with you"

"You whined that you wanted to go"

Marc thanks her after a brief moment of silence. Y/N smiles and enjoys their time together.

“Also, I might be intruding but when me and Steven first met her, what were those papers for?”

“…the divorce papers I sent her”

"Oh, did you guys ever finalize them?" she asks, surprised.

He shakes his head.

“Figures. Y’all didn’t want to huh?”

Marc raises his brows, puzzled, and asks, "What do you mean?"

"First and foremost, none of you signed the documents. Then there's the question of why. You two are still in love." She grins wide.

“You think Layla still likes me?” Marc said quite hopeful.

"Duh, the way she looked at you in Egypt, plus if I were her, I would have tried to kill you or wouldn't even want to work with you. Also said a lot back on the boat to Mogart's. You almost had a romantic kiss." Y/N leans back and crosses her arms.

Marc can almost feel his face heating up but clears his throat, “Maybe you were seeing things wrong”

"Nah, I see what I see," she smirks, "but for real, you two should fix whatever you've got going on."

Marc nods, and the two depart from the subject. He brings up the case on Harrow, still trying to figure it out. They then discuss possible suspects in the death of Harrow. The majority of these are thought to be Ennead gods.

But for Y/N, she recalls the figure from the previous night. Perhaps it was one of the gods, but which one? She can't even tell Marc and Steven because they'll ask what she's up to late at night. That, or they'd be more on guard, refusing to let her take Mania out for late-night snacks.

Speaking of late night, there have been more and more deaths popping up. Usually at night, which freaks Y/N out more. She doesn’t know which one is better; a serial killer or a villain. A serial killer you can find and just lock up, but a villain usually can’t be stopped.

Calling it a night, Y/N said farewell and walked out of the boys apartment.

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Her apartment had changed a lot. She was able to buy more decorations for her home with the extra money she earned from her job. Like a bed frame.

It was one of her greatest purchases yet.

Setting it up, on the other hand, was time-consuming, prompting a call to Marc and Steven for extra help. The two sat on the floor of her living room, trying to figure out if the pieces they had put together were correct. It took them about 3 hours to complete the task, but they succeeded.

She removed her shoes and placed them on a small shoe rack near the door, as well as her bag on a hanger. She let out a relieved sigh as her feet could finally stretch.

“Finally! I am hungry!”

"My bad; I didn't think we'd be over there for that long," Walking to the kitchen, she opens the fridge to find a slice of chocolate cake from the museum's New Year's Eve party. "Cake or candy?" she asks, looking over her shoulder at a pile of chocolate bars on the counter.

“I thought chocolate would be our last choice if there was no bad guys. But there are many on the news!”

“…So cake or candy?”

Mania grumbles, “You are not listening to me, I want to be free!….cake”

Y/N hums and removes the plate with the piece of cake on top. She places it on the table and takes a seat. Mania soon surrounds her and grabs the cake with its bare hands. It eats the large piece in one bite and licks its teeth.

“We should go out tonight! Bad people always come out at night!”

“Sounds like you want to be a vigilante or something” Y/N says from inside Mania.

“What is that?”

Y/N took a second to think but nothing came into her head, "...I really don't know how to explain it"

Mania shook her head and walked over to the counter to get more chocolate. It took the entire bar in its mouth after unwrapping it and walking to the couch. Mania sat its feet on top of the coffee table that Y/N had thrifted and watched television.

A small buzz was heard on the couch and Mania looked over to Y/N's phone. With its long clawed hands, it raised the screen up to view.

On the Lock Screen, it showed an email from the professor she was berating earlier.

Good Evening Ms. L/N,

Regarding your exam from last week, I've noticed a few mistakes on my part. I sincerely apologize for this. Could you please come in today at 7 p.m. in the lecture hall to discuss the grade?

Thank you

Professor Lumbridge

Mania handed control to Y/N and returned to her body. Y/N held the phone up to her face, checking to see if she was reading it correctly. It sounded suspicious, and her intuition warned her that something was wrong.

She checked the email to see if it was an official university one, which it was.

“What do you think?” She asked Mania.

“I say we should go, you have me, so if there’s trouble I can come in”

Y/N nodded, “True, plus if it’s a bad guy, you might be able to get more food for the night”

“Yes!”

"And if it's true, my GPA will look good...yeah let's go" Y/N stood up and walked to the front of her place.

Because it is 27 degrees in London, she put on her zip-up with her jacket over it. She put on her boots, took her bag, and opened the door. When she came to the long corridor with the ugly green carpet, she turned around to make sure the door was and remained locked.

"Are you gonna tell them?"

Y/N blinked and looked over to Steven and Marc's door. Staring at the gold numbers that were on it.

She considered it but decided not to annoy them with something as simple as this; they are now normal. They have no powers. Also, if Mania was needed, she didn't want to reveal her secret so soon.

With the ding of the elevator, she walked in and soon descended to the ground floor.

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The campus was dark, with only a few light posts and lit windows from buildings. Most likely a professor working late at night. The cement was wet, with a few puddles here and there caused by the rain.

The cold encircled Y/N, forcing her to hug her jacket closer to her body. Her hands were frozen, and the tip of her nose felt as if it didn't belong on her because it was so cold. She dashed to the lecture hall where her professor had instructed her to meet.

It wasn't a far walk, about five minutes from where she walked in. The building stood there with pale bricks supporting it.

Expecting the front door to be locked, she was surprised to see it swing open easily. She peeked in trying to find her professor but she was nowhere found.

"Mrs.Lumbridge?" her feet slowly walked her into the building, letting the door close behind her.

The lecture hall was big, with many rows of seats leading down to where the professor would teach and point to the whiteboard. The floors were covered in red carpet and the walls were a cream white but with it being dark inside, they seemed grey.

The only thing being illuminated was the small stage with the podium towards the front of the class.

Y/N walked further down, feeling the warm atmosphere of the room warm her back up.

"This doesn't feel right"

"Definitely, maybe we should just leave," she said as she turned around and began to walk back up until she heard multiple footsteps behind her.

The hairs behind her neck stood up, and her heart began to beat fast. She was utterly creeped out.

When she turned around, she saw a group of men standing nearby. She began to back away as she examined each one.

"Alright…well, I think I walked into the wrong class, so if you excuse me, I'm just going to head out," she said as she turned around to try to walk away as quickly as she could but was met with another man's chest.

"Can't happen, you have to come with us" one spoke up and gestured to another to grab her.

"I hate men" she muttered

The man who was called nodded and approached her, ready to grab her. However, before he could even touch her, her arm turned black and linked itself to the man's arm. It soon bent the arm backward, causing it to break.

The man let out a bloodcurdling scream and held onto his arm. All the other men tensed up and drew their guns.

"Bad guys"

"Yup and they're all yours" Mania then took over and won about a few feet in height over the other men.

"What the hell is going on?" A few of the men screamed, and gunshots rang out. Of course, Mania's skin was not penetrated, resulting in all the bullets falling to the floor.

Mania then lunged at the men, grabbing them and throwing them against the wall. Some attempted to attack from behind, but Mania would quickly bite their heads off.

Mania took them all out one by one. With the number of screams and gunshots coming, Y/N was surprised that no security arrived. Whatever the case, Mania got the job done quickly.

Many bodies surrounded it, some of which had missing limbs or heads. Y/N then returned to her normal self and looked around at the corpses. She became nauseous not only from the sight but also from the smell. Her head was filled with the odor of iron and gunpowder.

"Damn you overdid it, you couldn't have tried eating them whole or something? What if we were caught?" She covered her nose with her arm.

"But we weren't"

"Yeah, well let's get out before we are" she walked over the bodies, trying to make her way to the exit.

"You think it's late to get food at this hour?"

"I ate, so it shouldn’t”

"The one time I’m glad you did, I'll probably get those onion rings from that one place by the corner" She looked down at her shoes and noticed a bit of blood.

"Man and I thought puddles would be the ones to ruin my shoes," she frowned as she attempted to wipe the blood on the carpet.

"Behind you!"

Y/N turned around fast and saw one man still standing, running towards her with a knife.

"You bitch!" His eyes were crazed out and filled with rage.

Suddenly he grunted and fell back before she could let Mania handle it. Y/N looked at the man's body, hoping he wouldn't get up, but he didn't.

She approached him, wondering if he'd had a heart attack or something. She noticed something glistening over his chest as she looked over his body. She leaned in closer to inspect it and noticed something stuck in it.

Her eyes widened as she took in its shape. It was a crescent dagger.

"I'll be damned"

A man's voice was heard from behind her. She spun around and saw the same glowing eyes from months ago staring back at her.

They got closer and Y/N stood in a defense position.

"I hope you're ready" she whispered to Mania.

Before Mania could get control, the light from the front of the room lit up the figure's body as it came close.

"What?” Y/N breathed out.

White armor covered the figure's chest, knees, shins, and forearm. The rest of the body was covered in black fabric. Aside from that, it wore a white long hooded cape that concealed its face, leaving only the white glowing eyes visible.

This person was the same one from Cairo, the one who beat the crap out of Harrow.

"You're ‘not’ Marc" Y/N declared

"My name is actually Jake. Jake Lockley," His suit then vanished, leaving behind the body of Marc and Steven, who had been renamed Jake. He was wearing a flat hat this time.

“And I see we have met before” he looked down at her.

He had tense body language like Marc, but he gave off a more violent vibe. Jake's eyes were nowhere near as soft as Stevens'. They had a more intense stare that almost gave Y/N goosebumps.

“Okay, Jake Lockley,” she almost mocked his name, “Why are you here? We’re you trying to kill me? Also why do you have the moon knight suit? Do Marc and Steven know about you? Who-“

He shushed her and gestured her to be quiet, “Calladita se mira bonita, mija”

He walked up to one of the corpses on the floor, past her. He knelt and examined the body to see if there was anything he could use that would help him. Since he had gloves on, he didn’t hesitate to touch the body.

Y/N blinked a few before deciding to turn to him, “Wait, you know Spanish?”

Jake ignored her and continued checking the body. Y/N huffed and walked closer to him, kneeling to his level, across from him.

“Don’t be ignoring me, I got questions”

"I got questions too, like that superpower you got, but right now my main one is who these guys were," he continued, looking inside each of the body's pockets. His Spanish accent was noticeable and almost like her fathers.

Knowing she wouldn’t be able to get him to talk, she decided to help. She grimaced as she realized it meant she would have to touch a dead body. Using only her pointer and thumb to move parts, she felt herself almost throw up.

Without looking up, Jake uttered “Andas amarilla, just let me do it, I don’t want you throwing up all your DNA onto a crime scene”

She ignored him and kept searching the body, going through each pocket and feeling if it may have something hidden.That was when she noticed the sleeve revealing something on the man's wrist. She rolled up his sleeve to see what he had.

Her eyes widened once again, wider if it was possible.

The man had a tattoo of the same scale she had grown to memorize months ago. “Look,” she gestured to Jake.

He took a look at it and raised a brow, “Harrow's cult”

She wasn't expecting praise, but it would have been nice. He got to his feet and wiped the blood on his jacket. He had a black jacket and a white button up underneath, so the blood was very noticeable. When Y/N looked at hers, it was clear to say she didn't have any so no wiping was needed.

“Alright let’s go” he made his way out of the lecture hall with Y/N catching up.

“It’s weird how I met you and Marc after a fight,” she commented and walked beside him, feeling the cold air once again hit her.

He stayed quiet and only stared straight ahead. He didn’t seem interested in the conversation, or her. He pulled out something from inside his jacket and Y/N thought it would some cool device he had.

Instead it was just a pack of cigarettes. He pulled one out and put it between his teeth as he took out his lighter. Once lit, he inhaled and let out a large cloud of smoke.

“You smoke?”

“You always curious?” He grumbled.

“Yes, now why do you think the cult is coming back?” She walked beside him.

Jake thought for a while before speaking, “Who knows, maybe they want revenge. To do that, they are probably targeting you in order to get to us”

Y/N furrowed her eyes, thinking of who was ‘us’.

"To get to me, Marc, and Steven," he sighed, sensing her confusion. "Mas para esos pendejos. Still, I thought I killed Harrow, so I'm curious who else could-"

“Wait you killed Harrow?” Y/N exclaimed.

Jake immediately hushed her, “Are you trying to get us killed?”

“I knew it, that’s why I would see them leave at night”

“You knew? And you never thought of telling me?” Y/N whispered.

“I didn’t think it would be that important”

As Y/N groaned at Mania, Jake gave her a side glance.

“How did you get that power?” He inquired.

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him, “You still haven’t answered my question”

“You asked about Harrow and I answered”

“My question is about you, not Harrow”

Jake rolled his eyes and gestured her with his hand to ask her question.

“Why did you have the moon knight suit on?” She looked at him.

“Khonshu cut the contract with Marc and Steven only, not me. So I still have the moon god powers” he replied quickly, “Now how did you get yours?”

“Khonshus back? Is he here right now? Does he-“

Jake cut her off and waved a finger, “Eh, eh, my turn remember”

She groaned and told him how Mania had transferred into her body after she attempted to go late-night grocery shopping. She thought it was a simple tentacle power, but it turned out to be a talking symbiote.

“Por pendeja, why did you even go late night shopping?”

“Pues como podia saber eso iba suceder?, still why do you hide from Marc and Steven?”

For some reason, talking to Jake was becoming infuriating, especially with him having more vocabulary than the other guys.

“They don’t have to know about me, I only act when they are in danger or if Khonshu needs something done when he knows Marc won’t do it”

Jake takes another inhale from his cigarette and blows out into the night air. That same cloud falls onto Y/N, which she tries swatting away.

"That's kind of sad, you never got lonely? In theory, if you've been with them since, you've never had the chance to talk with them. You never had them tag along like they do with each other"

Jake stayed quiet, not responding to the statement. It took a while before he replied how he never felt lonely, that they only held them back. That it was best he didn't interfere.

He continued to smoke until he dropped what was left of the bud on the floor and stepped on it. Y/N took a small glance at it before looking back at him.

“…Why we’re you at my school?” She finally asked.

"I followed you because I wanted to see if you were the monster that they talk about," Jake replied after a few seconds of thought. "Also, I had a feeling you'd get into trouble, so I guess I was right on both counts."

“So you were there mostly to protect me...?” she tried piecing it together.

Jake didn't care whose turn it was to question the other person at this point and decided to just answer her questions. Particularly since she had more than he did.

"I only protected you because I knew Marc and Steven would be destroyed if something happened to you. That would interrupt my routine and help stop me from going to work."

It made sense to Y/N because this man was only just getting to know her and didn't seem to want to know her more than he did now. His only mission was to do exactly what Khonshu told him to do.

The two made their way to the street, and Y/N was trying to get to the bus stop on autopilot. When she looked behind her, she noticed Jake wasn't there. Jake whistled at her to get her attention, and she noticed he was walking away from both the bus stop and the apartment. He motioned for her to follow him.

Confused, she did as she was told, “The bus stop is that way”

“I don’t do buses” he said and continued walking along the street.

He took out keys from his pocket and pushed a button. A cab ahead was beeping and blinking its headlights in response. Jake walked over to the driver's side and opened the door.

“Come on” he gestured his head to the passenger door.

Y/N stared at the vehicle with an open mouth.

The cab was long and white. The windows were tinted black, and she noticed the license plates said 'SPKTR'. Marc's last name, Spector, was a play on letters.

She scoffed as she stepped inside the cab. The seats were red leather and extremely comfortable. The dasher was completely black. It smelled like black ice, which surprised her. Based on Jake's behavior around her, she expected it to smell awful and like cigarettes.

When Jake started the car, the radio started playing soft music. That's when he started driving back to the apartment. Y/N just stayed there staring at all the buildings that passed by. She was no longer riding next to strangers this time, and she was finally at comfort.

"Where was this when we were late for work?" she asked, looking over at Jake.

“You mean when you and Steven were running late. This is just for me” Jake replied.

Y/N huffed and turned back to the window.

Only light music was playing in the background during the car ride. She touched the window and noticed how her body heat fogged it up. She drew her hand back and continued to stare at the moving buildings.

—

The two were close to the apartment building after about fifteen minutes. Jake pulled over to the side of the road and finally said something.

“Don’t tell the other two about me”

“If I do?…” Y/N slowly turned to him.

"If you do, I'll have Khonshu curse their memory," Jake said as he gripped the steering wheel. "They won't remember you, which I know you don't want."

She was expecting a threat to her life, but not this. This threat, on the other hand, terrified her. She didn't want to live in a world where she couldn't communicate with the two. It hurt her to think of them passing by on the sidewalk like complete strangers.

“…okay”

“Good, now get back into your flat” he unlocked the door.

She stepped out of the car but paused seeing that he wasn’t coming out. She bent down to the window and looked at him.

“Aren’t you coming too?”

He shook his head, “I have things to do, remember our deal”

Y/N bit her cheek and nodded. She made her way to the front doors of the building. When she opened the door and looked over to Jake, she saw him drive away.

Frowning, she made her way up to her apartment.

-

"I don't like him!"

The day began with Mania ranting and declaring its hatred for Jake Lockley. This wasn't preferred for Y/N, who hadn't gotten much sleep the night before. She stayed up thinking about how she was now a part of some cult plan, and how she had to deal with a new alter who was ruder than the others.

This time, she couldn't even turn to Steven and Marc for advice because they were already worried about Harrow's killer, and their friendship was in risk.

"I know, he annoyed me too but oh well," She opened the fridge to take out a gallon of milk.

She walked over to the dining table where she had a bowl of dry cereal on top. Pouring the milk inside, she went back to put the bottle back inside the fridge.

"How dare he?! He threatened us and expects us to keep his secret?!"

"Technically he only threatened me, I don't think he grasped the fact you're uh, well have a personality," Y/N said before biting down on a spoonful of cereal.

She was still in her pajamas since it was Saturday and she thankfully had no work shift. Steven however did and was probably now having to deal with Donna alone.

"He threatened you which means he also threatened me! We come in a package!"

"Okay, okay. Well, what do you want to do about it? First, we have to worry about that cult trying to get me" She finished her bowl of cereal and went to put it in the sink.

After, she went to the couch and sat down. She took the remote control into her hand and started to flip through different channels. Mania then appeared out of her shoulder and looked at her.

"Then let us go investigate!"

"I'm studying nursing, not forensics, so I don't know as much about investigating as the next person." She returned her gaze to the television screen after looking at Mania.

Mania grumbled, “You know I don’t know what that means. Either way, you’re just sitting here like a potato while we could be saving the world”

"Okay, then tell me what we'll do once we get there," Y/N said, pausing what she was watching. "Because who knows, whoever is trying to get me might be waiting over there as well."

It took Mania a second to respond. It didn't know how to investigate either; it was honestly so riled up by Jake that it needed to blow off steam somewhere.

Y/N wouldn't lie either; she was annoyed that whoever was attempting to kidnap her saw her as an objective. Still, after the performance she and Mania put on last night, the next group may be stronger and better prepared.

A heavy knock from the door cut the two’s conversation. They both looked over and were slightly confused. Y/N pulled out her phone to check the time.

1:49 pm

Steven didn't come out of his shift for another couple of hours. 

Y/N stood up and approached the door with caution. Mania had already returned to the body, but it was keeping a close eye on things. She saw a man and two officers behind him through the peephole. The man had dark skin, a khaki overcoat, and his hair was buzzed except for the top. He continued knocking with a hand inside his pocket, then looked up at the peephole.

Y/N immediately backed away, feeling anxious. She recalls the last time she and Steven had to deal with cops. They weren't even the men in blue; they were just people who pretended to be while they were in a cult.

“Y/N L/N?” The man loudly said, “Are you home? I have a few questions only”

Y/N was already on the verge of panic, due mainly to her excessive overthinking. What if they were the cult and they were out to get her? She could just have Mania deal with them. But what if they were actual police officers? She couldn't just murder people who were simply doing their jobs.

“L/N, are you there?”

The knocking became more persistent and Y/N was still frozen in her own confusion. 

“They're not the cult”

“How do you know?” She spoke in a whisper, feeling as if the man outside could hear.

“They aren't being defensive”

A new voice popped from behind the door, most likely one of the officers, “Open up!”

Her earlier anxiety had been replaced by a sense of embarrassment. The neighbors were probably looking out their door to see what the yelling was. Maybe they were now spreading rumors about her, as well as about Steven.

Hesitating, she went to open the door.

The man in the coat was taken aback when she opened the door and revealed herself. After a brief awkward silence, he returned to his serious demeanor and cleared his throat.

"You must be Y/N, I'm Detective Chantel, may we come in?" He brought his badge out and showed it to her.

She glossed over it and remained silent. The three piled in, gesturing for them to come inside. The officers searched the apartment while the detective remained behind to speak with Y/N.

"Who were you talking to earlier?"

Y/N quickly looked back at him after staring at the officers walking through her place, "Excuse me?"

"Yeah, I heard you whispering when I was trying to have you open the door for us" He crossed his arms and stood high.

"Oh, well I was talking to myself"

"Oh? About what?"

"I mean as you can see I live alone," She quickly waved her hand to the whole of the apartment, "and I'm a young woman in this weird world, so I simply thought you might have been an intruder"

The detective lets out a quick 'hmm' before continuing, "You don't get many visitors?"

"Is that why you're here?"

He shook his head, "No, I am actually here to talk about an incident from your university"

"How did they find us?!"

Y/N continued to act, "Really? Did someone try mugging someone again? I swear London has been coming up with more crime-"

"A group of men was slaughtered in a lecture hall, one that seemed to be a place where you were supposed to meet with your professor through email. One that was sent around 5:45 last evening?"

Y/N gulped, "What the hell? I mean yeah I got that email but I didn't go because it felt sketchy"

"I see, where were you last night?" The way he said it was much more serious

"I was studying the syllabuses for my classes"

He quickly jots down the information on his notepad and continues, "Do you live alone?"

"I just told you I do"

"That email, it wasn't sent by your professor, we checked. Do you know anyone who might have wanted to get you back? Maybe you made someone angry?"

"I haven't interacted with anyone from school so I am pretty sure no one is after me" Y/N crossed her arms

Except for that fucking cult she thought.

"One never knows"

The investigation continued and Y/N was becoming irritated. Many of the questions were already answered before or were weirdly worded. Plus she was still in her pajamas, so it was sort of humiliating.

It lasted for about thirty minutes until she finally said enough.

"Okay, well this is great and I appreciate your effort to stop the murderer but I am tired and just want to go back to watching tv yeah?" Y/N finally stood up from the couch where their talk was moved to.

The detective stood up as well and looked down at Y/N, "Why the rush?"

"Why are you making me out to be the big murderer? I can't even run a lap without gasping my ass off, so what makes you think I could take down a group of men?"

"You college kids get new drugs each month, maybe one gave you an enhancer"

Y/N scoffs and shakes her head, "Yeah right"

Detective Chantel looks at her and sighs, putting his notepad away, "Look, I'm not here to freak you out but whoever sent that email to you was targeting you for who knows what, but its bad"

Y/N didn't say anything but stared at him.

"Don't go out late at night and lock your doors. I have a daughter your age, and I can't imagine her being in a situation like this"

Y/N nods, "Right, well don't worry about me, no offense to your daughter, but I know how to use pepper spray"

She said it with humor to try to lighten the mood but the detective didn't seem to be liking it.

Y/N guided their way out, with the detective handing her his card in case anything suspicious popped up. She nodded and closed the door after.

Sitting at the couch, she stared at the white piece of paper with the black ink words written on it.

"Are you gonna ask that guy for help?"

Y/N paused for a moment before tossing the card onto the coffee table. "Definitely not, he thinks it's just some ordinary guy, but I'm sure it's not."

-

Four o'clock came and went, and Y/N was cooking dinner when the doorbell rang once more. She sighed and set down a wooden spoon she was using to stir the soup in a pot.

She eyed the peephole, wondering if it was the detective or if the cult was finally here for her doom. Fortunately enough, it was Steven who probably just got off of work.

Steven marched inside once she opened the door, not saying a word and heading straight to her tv.

"Hello to you too" She trailed and closed the door.

Walking to where Steven was, she eyed how he switched through the many channels on the television. He finally got to the one he was looking for and began pointing at it.

Y/N looked at the screen displaying a news outlet. A woman held a mic close to her chest as she spoke to the camera. Behind her was a scene that seemed familiar to Y/N.

"Last night, ten men were brutally murdered inside one of King's College's classrooms. According to reports, several of the bodies are missing limbs or have been decapitated. A custodian discovered this horrifying scene in the early hours of the morning. The investigation is still ongoing, and we will keep you updated."

The screen then displayed many of the said bodies covered with white tarps.

"The way those men died, was the same way the men from the store died" Steven was unsettled by the news with the way he couldn't even blink as he stared at the television.

She didn't say anything and only listened to him.

"The thing we saw at the store is starting to wreak havoc and is attacking random places now I don't know where it could hit next but I don't want it to be somewhere where either of us is" He tried to say everything at once as his worry consumed him.

He kept rambling and fumbled with his hands as a way to cope with the stress.

Y/N finally spoke up, "Steven, we'll be fine okay? And I'm sure if we ever cross paths with it, I can defend us"

Steven's body tensed up and Marc switched with him, probably due to his stress.

"What if you can't? What if it comes and attacks you when we're not there?" Marc drew his arms across his chest, "We fought together and we had each other's backs. You've never fought on your own before so what makes you think this time will be different. This monster is completely different from a jackal"

"I can defend myself, so don't worry about it. Plus I have been practicing-"

"It doesn't matter if you've been practicing," he slightly raised his voice, "Promise me that if it comes your way that you call me and Steven"

Y/N was taken aback by how serious not only did Marc sound but how Steven reacted to the news. Marc stared at her, trying to see if her next answer will come out as a lie or the truth.

"... I'll call you guys if I'm in trouble, I promise" She breathed out.

Marc's shoulders seemed to relax slightly and he sighed, "Good,"

It was silent which made things awkward. Their argument seemed to have shifted something in the atmosphere with the way they just stood straight. Would she even call this an argument? It ended rather well instead of someone storming off.

"Well," Marc broke the silent stage, "You said you were practicing, show me what you got"

"Huh?"

Marc was waiting for Y/N when her mind went blank. It had been a long time since she had done those extra moves to get her powers moving, but now it was just a question for Mania. It was awkward trying to get a tentacle to come out, but if it worked back then, it can still work now.

Y/N stood tall and breathed in.

"Ok, I am going to stretch out a limb and pick up the couch" She made sure Mania understood her.

"We share the same mind, you do not have to talk like that"

Mania followed the instructions and stretched out a limb over the couch after stretching her arm out. It formed a claw on it and effortlessly picked it up. Y/N would rotate her hand to indicate the rotation of the couch.

Marc stared at her as she placed the couch back down in its respective place. The two stayed quiet for a second.

"See, I still have control" She crossed her arms triumphantly.

"...You looked constipated when you were doing it" The corners of Marc's mouth quirked up.

She glared at him, "Fuck you, but I was able to do it so hah!"

Marc stood quiet and gave a simple nod before Steven took the body back, "Still, promise us you will be careful"

Y/N gently smiled and held a hand up, "I swear I will be careful"

He returned the smile and seemed more relaxed than he was earlier.

"Hey so I made dinner, soup to be specific, want to try it?" She flicked her head towards the stove.

Steven smiled, "That would be lovely"

Y/N served Steven and herself a bowl, placing them on the table. They sat across from each other, taking in the dish's warm flavors. Steven complimented Y/N, saying it was exactly what he needed after a long day.

"Speaking of which, what have you been up to?" He looked up from his bowl.

Police officers and a detective came by because of what I and Mania did last night

"It was for good reasons"

"Uh, you know I never really ask about you, how was yours?" She took in a spoon of soup.

"Oh, well that's different...I guess it was rather boring, the customers being difficult and Donna being even more. Thankfully, Marc helped somewhat"

"Marc was ringing customers in?" Y/N said rather amused.

Steven nodded, "And he was setting up the displays, not eye-catching, but he got the job done"

"Does it matter? People are still going to mess it up"

"Yes, it does matter, not only because it looks nice but if it doesn't Donna would talk my ear off" Steven rubs his ear as he thinks of his manager yelling at him.

"Can't blame him, it is his first-day working" Y/N shrugged.

Feeling offended, Marc came through, "Hey, who said it was my first time working?"

He took the spoon from the bowl and tasted the broth, "Pretty good"

"Oh, so you worked in retail in your young days huh" She teased and plopped her elbows on the table.

His forehead wrinkled with the comment, "Funny, no I went to the military around your age" he waved the spoon at her.

"Once we came to London, I had to do side missions for Khonshu but with Steven still not knowing about me and not wanting to get him fired, I had to do some of his shifts," he continued as he ate from the bowl.

Y/N listened closely, "So you have been doing it for a while...and that means when you did that, Steven was blacked out"

Marc nodded and continued eating.

"...By any chance was one of these shifts when I may have been in the picture. To be specific, I might have called in sick?"

Marc paused and looked up, "That's very specific but I remember taking that chance to search the museum without you clinging on"

Steven who was on the reflection of the spoon stared at Marc, "Was it when I slept through my alarm? I swore I put it too and I freaked out about being fired"

"Yeah, I just took control before your alarm went off, like I said, found my chance to explore"

"Yo! Were you the one who asked that tour guide out on a date? The one that Steven didn't even know when they planned it?" Y/N exclaimed, "Because that was in the same week Steven went missing"

Marc slightly jumped at the burst of energy and thought, slowly his eyes widened. Taking it as a yes, Y/N's mouth dropped slightly.

"It was you! You really are into curly heads" She marveled.

Marc turned red, "What? No! She asked me--Steven out!"

"It was you?!"

"Really?"

"Yeah, okay what happened was that she was trying to carry this box and I went to help her, and things led to the other..." Marc tightened his lips.

Y/N raised a brow, "You fucked her?!"

"No! No! God no, we uh...made out...in a closet and that's when she asked for a proper date" he leaned onto the chair

Y/N was still in shock and gawked at him, "So you said yes and still missed it?"

"I thought it was a good way for Steven to get a girl, I just didn't know I would be busy that day" Marc ran a hand through his hair.

"Oh god, I seem like a total douchebag. No wonder she almost cussed me out when she saw me again at the gift shop"

Y/N covered her mouth with her hand dramatically, "...What would Layla think of this?"

Marc's head shot back up at her and his pupils dilated, "Don't"

She held his eye contact before reaching down for her phone, trying to get her contact before anything. Marc practically leaped out of his chair and stretched to get her phone but she moved it away.

Grinning she held her arm away from him while still sitting on the chair. Noticing him getting up, she stood up as well. Thats where the chase began.

She booked it and stood a good distance away from him. He raised his eyebrow at her, checking if she really wanted to be stubborn. Her smile gave him a go and he started chasing her around the flat.

With Mania's help, she was able to jump over the couch, and table, and even hang onto the ceiling. When she did, she would show her and Layla's messages with the keyboard out, ready to type the message.

This would pump Marc up and use all his ex-marine skills to chase her down.

After a while, she doesn't know how but he was able to grab her and pin her down with her arm on her back. Her face was squished on the wood floor while his body weight kept her down. It was like one of those wrestling moves she had seen many times.

"This is embarrassing"

"Surrender?" he asked

"Too late" A message being sent was heard and Marc saw her lift the phone up.

He grabbed it and let go of Y/N to check the message, hoping he could delete it before Layla. As he read it, he went to sit on the couch.

"Not funny" he placed the phone on the seat.

The message Y/N was just an iMessage game request for Layla.

Y/N let out breathy laughs as she got up and sat next to Marc. She checked the message and saw that Layla accepted it. Marc was regaining his breath when the bright screen came to view.

He glanced at Y/N who gestured her head to the phone, "Play a round of 8 ball with her. I told her I was teaching you how to play and that she would be a good opponent"

Marc didn't say anything and stared at Layla's contact picture. It was one where the top of Y/N's head was popping up trying to take a picture with her. In the background, Marc was trying to walk away from them.

Although he was the first to bring up the divorce papers, he was the last to want to lose her.

"This is the best place to start in trying to fix both of your guys' relationships. Even if you're not going to talk, playing a round or two might bring you two closer together." She kept holding the phone up to him.

Hesitating, he took it and analyzed the screen. Y/N got close and pointed out how to aim and hit the main ball. Explained why putting the main ball in a hole was bad and gave him tips.

For the first two turns, he was terrible but Y/N wouldn't say it out loud. For the purpose of his ego and feelings.

Afterward, Marc was focused on trying to win, that's what Y/N thought. Really he was trying to impress Layla.

Meanwhile, Y/N just put on a movie while he waited for Marc to finish his round. Which turned out to be 4 in total. It was a tie from the total wins and Marc decided to call it a night.

Marc stopped at the door and turned to Y/N, "Hey, thanks for you know,"

She smiled and nodded before he walked out. She shut the door, leaving her and Mania alone again in the apartment.

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It was as if knocking became a part of her life. It was the middle of the night when she heard the pounding on the door. Peeling her eyes open from her slumber, she groaned as the knocking continued.

Covering her ears with pillows didn't seem to work, so she was forced to get up from the comfort of her bed. The cold night air began to infiltrate and she grabbed her sweater that hung off the bed frame.

Sliding into her sandals, she slowly made her way to the door. She peeked at the peephole and saw it was Steven waiting for it to open. He was standing rather timidly and she felt like something was wrong.

All her sleep went away and she immediately opened the door.

"That's not him"

Before she took in what Mania said, she looked at Steven but his body language soon changed. It wasn't like he switched with Marc, it was more like he was acting to be scared.

He as in Jake.

He put on his flat hat once she opened the door and looked at her with a grin.

Seeing his features closer now, she saw how his eyes had a violent look. Scratch that, there was something physically different.

His left eye wasn't that dark brown color that she came to know, it was red.

Noting that she was astonished was a bit humorous to him, "Happy to see me?"

"What do you want? I didn't tell them about you" she sneered

"You angry because I threatened you?" He pouted, mockingly. "Anyways, I'm not here for that. I actually need your help with something. I'll even pay you"

"...Help you with what?" Y/N muttered

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Fuck college fr, stressing my ass off lmao

Sorry if I made them sound OOC

Btw if you want to be part of the tag list just let me know :)

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[zablife]

congratulations again babes! 600 is so so amazing! you absolutely deserve it 🥳❤️

for the celebration can i send in a cheeky ☎️ for luca as your professor? that might just me being 🥵🔥 for him but mull it over in your minds isle for a bit 👀 ty!

Professor Luca Changretta (Warning: dark content, abuse of power)

*He always wears perfectly tailored suits to class and you never see a hair out of place. He has impeccable manners and demands his students follow a strict code of conduct as well.

*He is a soft-spoken man who never raises his voice. However, everyone knows his words carry weight. 

*Some people speak in hushed whispers that his family is linked to the mafia, but these are only rumors. Perhaps this is why his classes fill so quickly. 

*Or perhaps it is due to his reputation as a respected member of his field. He has published several important papers which is an impressive feat for someone so young.

*It’s his most recent work that draws you to his lectures, beckoning you to the front row to catch every carefully chosen word that falls from his mouth. You can’t help but stare with puppy dog eyes and pepper him with questions. You worry that perhaps you’re over eager and annoying, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

*From this vantage point you notice his habit of gesturing eloquently with his hands, showing off a multitude of tattoos. Sometimes despite your best efforts to focus on his words, your mind drifts to the significance of the dark ink marking his olive skin. His aura of mystery is intoxicating. 

*One day after class you notice Professor Changretta standing over you as you pack your bag. As you realize you’ve been left alone to suffer his hawk-like stare in silence, you stop all movement like an animal caught in a trap. He smiles slowly as he asks “How do you like America?”

*From that day on he takes an interest in you, knowing exchange students have a difficult time with homesickness. He asks you to dinner in his home with a few other students. Plying you with wine and plenty of personal questions, you wonder if this is typical American curiosity or if you detect something more. 

*He is unusually attentive showing kindness and patience as he offers extra help with your assignments. Sitting close by your side as he helps edit your last paper, his hand brushes yours ever so slightly every time he moves to add a correction and you swear you hear his breath hitch. 

*Other students begin to notice the professor's fondness for you and it provokes their jealousy. After a student called Mark makes unkind comments about you, you notice his absence in class the following week. When you inquire about Mark, you learn he's in hospital with a badly broken leg, although no one knows how it happened.

*Professor Changretta is appalled to learn you don’t have proper attire to wear for your final presentation. “My uncle is the finest tailor in New York,” he boasts. Not wanting to offend him, you allow him to take you there, but insist on paying for the garment. 

*As you change behind the curtain you hear an ominous exchange, "Just like the last young thing he took a liking to, you remember how that ended...such a pity."

*When classes end, you visit your professor one last time to say goodbye. "Goodbye?" he says with an amused smirk. "No, not yet. Seems your final paper was plagiarized so you fail my class. It looks as though you'll be staying in the States with me a little longer while we work this out," he informs you gleefully.

"I don't understand, you advised me on that paper, sir," you say in a shaky voice.

"I did, didn't I?" he says, pretending to remember suddenly. "You know, it's dangerous to be so honest, but I think you'll learn that soon enough." He leans over his desk and takes your face in his hands, kissing you passionately. "Now lock the door, your study sessions start now. You'll come see me every day and do exactly as I say if you want to pass my class this time."

[iamstartraveller776]

Tarantism with Galadriel and Halbrand, please :) (also no pressure whatsoever)

Tarantism - The urge to overcome melancholy by dancing.

A/N: Thank you for the prompt! <3 I may have fiddled with the timeline a smidgen, but I strived to be as close to canon compliant as possible with this one. There is a teensy bit of Quenya in this; I used a couple of online translators. Hopefully I didn't botch it too badly! Translation is in the end notes. This is just under 2k words.

REPRIEVE

The queen announces a fete for the eve of their departure from Númenor. Halbrand, much to Galadriel’s relief, turned up for the emergency council meeting this morning. The glance he cast in her direction was tangled with resentment and resignation, though he did his part, swearing to embark on the voyage, to unite the Southlands against the encroaching darkness. It is when the session draws to a close, after the logistics have been sorted, that Míriel mentions holding a celebration.

Galadriel frowns at the notion. Surely there are more important matters to attend to than feasting and carousing. She opens her mouth to say as much, but Halbrand speaks over her.

“We would be delighted to attend, your majesty.” He gives Galadriel a significant look, and she grudgingly swallows her protest.

“Yes, of course,” she murmurs.

He holds her gaze for a beat before addressing the rest of the group, “Well, then, if we’re finished here, it would seem that I am in need of a weapon and armor.”

Míriel calls for Elendil, but the captain is already stepping forward. “If you’ll come with me, Lord Halbrand, I’ll show you to the quartermaster.”

Halbrand raises a warning brow at Galadriel in parting. Behave. It grates on her, moreso because he guessed rightly that she would raise her objections in his absence. She would have the party set out as soon as soldiers are outfitted and cargo stored—within the hour if it were possible. What wisdom is there to start their arduous journey in the morning with crews still half-drunk from the night’s festivities?

But she keeps her counsel. She is aware of how tenuous their alliance with the Númenoreans is. Her dissenting voice—her elven voice—is more likely to shatter than strengthen it. And so she accepts Míriel’s offer to meet with her personal armorer.

The day passes quickly with the preparations. The queen graciously provides what Galadriel lacks—which is everything short of her brother’s dagger. Once her gear is packed, she makes her way to the docks to see where she might be useful. Elendil happily puts her to work inspecting the troops. Here she feels less stared at, less other, than she has since coming to these isles. She’s won the respect of the men and women who’ve trained with her. As she walks through the lines, her chest knots at their eyes gleaming with a naive hunger for glory. How many will dim into a different kind of fervor when faced with the true price of such honor? She can only hope their hearts will not fail them in that hour.

Elendil joins her after the troops are dismissed. “Shall I escort you back to the palace, mime héri?”

She cants a brow at him. “I thought I was past needing a minder.”

The corner of his mouth tips up in a small smile. “You are, but I suspect if I leave you be you will run off in search of a task that will keep you from attending the queen’s fete.”

Galadriel lets out a frustrated sigh. “I see little point in it.”

“Don’t you?” Elendil gazes at the ships. “Across the sea, many will give life and limb for a cause that isn’t theirs.”

“It is a cause that belongs to all the world,” she interjects with a bite in her tone. She tires of having to repeat herself on this matter.

He holds up a hand as if to stave off further debate. “It is, but the battle is not at our gates,” he says and then amends, “yet.” He looks toward the palace. “Tonight reminds them of what they are fighting for.”

“Be that as it may,” she replies, “the attendance of the elf they have no fondness for is hardly necessary.”

He shakes his head. “I beg to differ. Your attendance will go a long way in fostering goodwill between you and those you command.”

“Halbrand is the one who—”

“Apsene-me, mime héri,” Elendil cuts in. “While it is Lord Halbrand’s people we aid, there is no doubt who is truly leading this charge.” He steps back and bows his head. “I’ll leave you to consider it.”

Galadriel watches his retreat toward the city with a frown. Unable to deny the merit of his words—even if she does not care for the flavor of them—she resigns herself to making an appearance at the fete.

~

The celebration is clamorous, a discordant combination of music, loud conversation, boisterous laughter, and applause for the various performers. Galadriel skirts through the edge of the crowd, offering an occasional nod of encouragement to passing soldiers. She pauses to watch a fire breather and sees Halbrand beyond the flame.

He leans against the far wall with arms crossed and brow dipped in a grim contemplation that seems to mirror her own sentiments. The cloudy expression gives way to a sunny countenance when another calls to him, and he disappears from her line of sight before she can push through the throng toward him. She’s not certain why she’s compelled to seek him out. Perhaps she merely wants reassurance that he isn’t wavering from the oaths he made this morning.

Or perhaps he is the closest thing she has to a friend in this strange place.

She catches only glimpses of him throughout the evening. A flash of his arm around an officer’s shoulder as they share a laugh. Another of him paying respects to the queen. There he is clapping enthusiastically as a contortionist twists her body into an impossible shape. Now he’s by the banquet tables, popping some confection into his mouth as a pair of soldiers talk animatedly at him. She never manages to draw near, not until she spies him slip away through a darkened archway. With a parting glance at the revelers, she trails after him.

The stairs she ascends lead to a wide balcony. Halbrand stands alone at the edge, gaze fixed on the glittering night sky as he tugs at the collar of his fine tunic. He’s been scrubbed of the grime from their ordeal at sea, the soot from the forge. Beard trimmed. Hair falling in soft, shining waves. This kingly portrait is only marred by the vestiges from his tavern brawl—the scab on his lip, the bruise near his eye.

“It suits you,” she says as she approaches.

Breathing a vinegary laugh, he looks at her. “It’s what you wanted.”

She can hear the deeper implication in his brittle statement. “It’s what is right,” she says in earnest. “Do not fear taking up the mantle that has always been yours.”

He rolls his eyes. “You can spare me another rallying speech. I’m already committed.” He rests his elbows on the railing, posture sagging.

His continued reticence would prick her ire if not for the conversation they shared last night. You’re asking me to go to the one place I swore I would never return to. She can forgive his lack of zeal. She better understands it now.

A silence rests between them, entwined with the quiet refrain of far-off music. She follows his unseeing gaze to the city below. The flickering lights mirror the stars above, and she recalls briefly of the waning silver leaves of Telperion. But as ever, any memory of Valinor is fractured with the loss of Finrod.

“Will you dance tonight?”

Halbrand’s question pulls her out of her morose thoughts. “No,” she answers.

He turns to face her with curiosity in his brow. “Why not? Don’t tell me that elves never make merry.”

She’s rankled by his flippant tone. “We do when the occasion calls for it.”

He snorts. “I’d say it’s called for.”

“I disagree.”

Halbrand straightens, closes the short distance between them. “Must you always be so contrary?” he asks with a hint of irritation.

Though she has to crane her neck to keep her gaze on his, she refuses to retreat. “I could ask the same of you.”

He huffs a soft laugh and shrugs as if conceding the point. His features grow somber in the next breath. “You and I alone know the horrors that await us in the Southlands.” He offers a hand to her. “Let us forget for a moment.”

She’s nearly tempted by the plea in his eyes, but the act feels too fraught for the roles they must play. “A Man and an Elf—”

“—may do whatever they please.” He gives her a devilish grin before murmuring, “They already call me Elf-mate. A dance couldn’t do any more harm now, could it?”

She gives him a flat look. “Halbrand.”

“Galadriel,” he says, mocking the warning in her voice. He lifts his hand again, searches her face with a lancing gaze. “Please.”

She wants to deny him again, but she can find no reason to. It is merely a dance. And if it will ease his trepidation for the unsavory business ahead, then surely she can grant him this boon. “Alright.”

When she places her fingers in his calloused palm, he doesn’t guide them back to the celebration as she expects. Instead he takes her other hand and begins to sway in time to the music coming from below.

“Here?” she asks.

“Well,” he replies with a grin, “I thought this better done away from the gossipmongers. It’s your image I seek to preserve. The Lady Galadriel of the Noldor deigning to take a turn with a low man.” He clicks his tongue in pretend disapproval.

“The Southlander King, you mean to say.”

Her callow attempt at lightheartedness is answered with sudden tension in his jaw. “There isn’t a crown on my head yet,” he mutters.

Before she can find the words to salvage their exchange, the tune changes to something more rousing, and he spins in her in a rapid circle. The movement is so abrupt it startles a laugh from her. She is as surprised by the sound as Halbrand, but his mouth stretches in a wide smile. He’s never looked so unfettered in their association, and a seed of gladness sprouts in her chest. Round and round they whirl, his laughter joining hers as they fumble through the steps.

Nothing exists in this moment outside of the feel of her skirts billowing outward, his fingers at her waist, her mirth reflected in his eyes. She is a child again, untouched by suffering and death. She’s the little girl riding her brothers’ shoulders, picking apples from the high branches. She’s an adolescent astride a stallion at full gallop for the first time.

But reality is a tide that cannot be forestalled. Too soon, the final strains of the song echo below, and Halbrand releases her. His grin dies in increments, expression turning grave. Her own becomes circumspect once more, but it’s belied by her quickened pulse as his gaze traces the lines of her face. She was right before; this simple dance has become weighted. But she cannot bring herself to withdraw, not when he reaches for the lock of hair that has come loose, not when he delicately returns it to its place, careful to avoid touching her ear.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

She’s unable to offer him more than a nod.

He steps back with a deep sigh. “Until tomorrow then.” He’s gone without another word.

Tomorrow. Where they will sail toward war. Where they will vanquish the blight of Middle Earth. Where she will put a crown upon his head and finish what fate began in the Sundering Seas.

And they both will finally have peace.

~FIN~

mime héri = my lady

Apsene-me, mime héri = Forgive me, my lady

[pulaasul]

Sharing His Luck - Kamen Rider Geats X Persona 5

Haru planned a surprise birthday party for her boyfriend, which he really liked but an uninvited guest rears his ugly head.

Shoutout to @rainixdra for the brainstorming session we had pushed this fic into existence lol.

A/N: Funny thing, the whole inspiration for this fic was Garnet's line of "This was supposed to be my day" during the Rupphire wedding of Steven Universe... but adding that destroys the flow of the story it got cut.

FFN I Ao3

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"Sorry to call you today of all days, Keiwa-kun." A lady apologized to Keiwa as he entered a building.

"It's alright," Keiwa shrugged the apology. "From what I heard, you're understaffed for the whole day, right?" He set his bag down and gave the woman his full attention. "Has anyone taken the kitchen?"

"Unfortunately," The matron nodded. "Would you mind watching the kids? They're still sleeping."

"I won't," Keiwa smiled.

It had been a year since Keiwa and the others had defeated Sueru and the Desire Grand Prix as a whole. It had been a grueling fight, but they won.

In the months since they defeated Sueru: Ace went back to his celebrity life, just modeling for a few brands; Michinaga-san was 'found' by some of his former co-workers and was convinced to return to his old job in the construction business; Neon-chan went on to live in the condominium unit she had bought with his sister but remained in contact with her parents.

And Keiwa found a job in Okumura Foods, specifically its main office.

Everything was peaceful.

Keiwa couldn't ask for anything more if he was being honest.

Before, he'd have wanted – no, he shouldn't be focusing on the past.

Two days from now would be the anniversary of them defeating Sueru. Ace had suggested a fancy dinner at one of the clique hotels but was vetoed almost immediately by Tsumuri-san and Michinaga-san.

As he went inside the orphanage's dining area, he didn't think it was weird for the area to be so dark and empty. The matron did tell him that the children were asleep.

As soon as he turned on the lights he was startled by the sudden loud noise that erupted.

"Happy Birthday!"

Keiwa turned around and saw everyone in front of him holding out a banner that said 'Happy birthday'.

He looked around the room and the dining area was decorated to have a birthday party from the buntings on the ceiling to the balloons that was scattered around the room.

"H-ho-wha-?"

"Looks like our tanuki is speechless." Ace spoke up with a smirk.

"Oh let him compose himself." Neon elbowed the celebrity.

"Happy Birthday, Keiwa-kun," A woman with curly auburn hair approached the birthday boy and kissed his cheeks. "Did you like your surprise?"

"H-haru-chan," Keiwa gulped and composed himself. "D-did you do this?"

"Everyone helped," Haru gestured to the people holding the banner. "Did you like it?"

"Yeah!" Keiwa nodded. "Thank you, thank you."

"Ready Set –" Neon exclaimed.

"Happy Birthday To You!" Everyone in the room began to sing.

As everyone sang the song, Haru pulled Keiwa to the center of the room, where a lone chair was placed. Haru placed him before the chair as the song concluded.

"Happy Birthday, Keiwa." Haru greeted once more before planting a kiss on his lips.

"Thank you, Haru-chan." Keiwa smiled

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A lot of things happened since everyone sang happy birthday to Keiwa, that was when a gaggle of children came rushing in, in a hurry to greet their Keiwa-niichan a Happy Birthday.

The kids continued to play games as the adults enjoyed the day and looked after the rowdy children at the same time.

Some of Haru's friends came over and wished him a happy birthday, affirming their threats if he ever hurt her.

"I don't think any of you could even make good on your promises if that ever happened."

"You're right, she'd make you beg for your life," The male blond, Ryuji, shrugged before slinging his arm onto Keiwa's shoulders. "No, seriously man, Haru's life wasn't all rainbows when we met her, I would hate if she'd go back to the way when we met her."

"It's fine, Ryuji-san, Ren-san has already made that clear."

"Man, when will you drop the honorific? "

"But I'm younger than you." Keiwa insisted.

"Don't mind him, Ryuji, Keiwa-kun just like that." Haru chuckled before planting another kiss on her boyfriend's cheeks. "It took me months before he even addressed me as Haru-san."

"Fight with him side by side and he'd drop the honorific in a heartbeat." Ace joined the conversation.

"Fight?" Haru questioned.

"Ace, could you not?" Keiwa groaned. "I don't want anyone to think that I just look for fights."

"But you became one of the most seasoned fighters after you joined," Ace smirked. "Are you saying you regretted joining the fight?"

"No, but I would appreciate it if I get to tell my girlfriend things on my own terms."

"True, if you're worried about keeping the rule of keeping it a secret, you can tell whoever you like, it's not like they can still enforce their rules."

"That is nice to know." Keiwa nodded.

"Dude, you were involved in fights?" Ryuji grinned.

"When you feel ready, Keiwa-kun?" Haru assured before sending a glare at her blond friend.

Sometime later, Keiwa's sister arrived at the venue. She made a beeline towards Keiwa as soon as she saw him and greeted him with a Happy Birthday.

"Did you know that Haru-chan planned a surprise birthday party for me, nee-chan?"

"I did," Sara smiled. "Instead of joining, I decided to be at work today because if I didn't it'd ruin the surprise."

"Thank you, nee-chan." Keiwa hugged his sister, who hugged him back.

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"So how's the birthday boy? Did you enjoy the presentation the kids gave to their beloved Keiwa-nii-chan?" Ace smirked as he approached Keiwa.

"Don't tell me, you guys planned this in advance?" Keiwa asked.

"We did," Neon joined in the conversation. "We had to secure the place for this event after all."

"And the matron was all for it, even asked the kids about it."

"Hence the presentation." Keiwa nodded.

"So, how'd you like their presentation?"

"It was really good, as I said to them before." Keiwa smiled.

"They were good." Neon agreed.

"Where's Win-san and Michinaga-san?"

"You're not going to ask where Tsumuri-chan is?"

"I would…"

"She has forgiven you," Ace shook his head. "But she should be arriving later with PunkJack, they volunteered to monitor the place today so that there won't be another incident like XGeats or the one that Na-go and Buffa responded ever happens again."

"Michinaga-san?" Neon inquired this time.

"Buffa felt weird attending your birthday party considering he did end your life once."

"He's feeling weird about it." Keiwa pouted.

"Kinda like you with nee-san." Ace smirked.

"Fine, fine." Keiwa rolled his eyes.

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As the party was winding down, the kids tired out from all the activities they did, and a lot of people were starting to pack everything away.

That was when an uninvited guest decided to show his ugly mug. It was someone whom Keiwa was familiar with but not really know.

"Haru, my darling, what are you doing in this disgusting place?" A loud haughty voice was heard. "I heard that you had broken up with that delinquent, Haru, why don't we renew our engagement so we can I make sure your business will prosper."

"This disgusting place, as you call it, Sugimura-san, is the place where people like you throw children like me to steal their inheritance," Haru's amicable demeanor can still be heard despite the heavy words she's uttered. "This orphanage helps make children feel wanted again after people like you discarded them."

"Keiwa-nii-chan, Keiwa-nii-chan," The gaggle of kids who had been outside rushed back to the dining area, surrounding Keiwa. "There's a bad man outside trying to hurt fluffy onee-san!"

"A bad man?" Keiwa raised an eyebrow.

The kids merely nodded.

"Ace?"

"Go, I'll look after them."

While Keiwa knew that his girlfriend could handle the situation, he's witnessed it a few times, her friends from when she was in high school were still around, so he knew she was safe from anyone.

He decided it couldn't hurt to show up and offer support to Haru.

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"Years too late for that news, Sugimura," Haru smiled. "Could you please leave, you're upsetting the children."

"Children? These unwanted bastards? Who cares about them?" Sugimura scoffed.

"You're a bad man!" A child from inside the establishment rushed to Sugimura and rushed at the intruding man.

The child pounded on the man's leg as Sugimura sneered.

Sugimura unceremoniously whisked his leg away from the child, causing the child to stumble onto the concrete floor.

"Shut up, you brat." Sugimura growled at the sobbing child.

"Are you so heartless, Sugimura, that you're willing to hurt an innocent child?" Haru couldn't hide the disgust in her voice even if she was still smiling.

"Innocent? You saw what happened, Haru, that child dared to touch me with their dirty hands."

"Does not warrant for to hurt a child, does it?" Keiwa growled.

Keiwa had rushed to the front of the establishment upon learning that a child could be hurt.

"Keiwa-kun, I'm sorry for this."

"It's okay, Haru-chan." Keiwa smiled at his girlfriend before he tended to the hurt child.

"Is that the plebian that you replaced me with?" Sugimura scoffed in disbelief.

"First off, he's not a plebian and secondly, what if he was?" Haru challenged.

"Him of all people? What trash can did you pick this street rat from?" Sugimura sneered.

"Taichi-kun, is anything hurting you?" Keiwa merely ignored the insults coming his way as he tended to the hurt child.

The child continued to sob but he nodded in response to the question.

"We will be talking about what you did earlier, okay?" Keiwa smiled at the child before ruffling his hair.

"I can bring carry him back to the building." A black-haired man offered.

"Please do, Ren-san." Keiwa nodded.

"Boys, let's teach this plebian a lesson of not interacting with people above their stations."

Men in suits suddenly appeared and got a hold of both Keiwa's arms.

"Tycoon." Ace said before nodding.

"Tycoon?" Haru questioned.

Keiwa sighed before he stomped the feet of one of his captors, freeing his right hand in the process, before using it to sock the other guy on the face, freeing his other hand.

"Wha-"

Sugimura was speechless at what happened. The biggest bodies he brought in order to intimidate the delinquent and Haru's high school were easily brought down by some no-name nobody.

"For real?! When Ace said that you fought, he wasn't kidding." Ryuji whistled.

"You can't do that! This is assault."

"I believe what you did, Sugimura-san was assault, Sakurai-kun merely defended himself." A black-haired woman stepped forward. "Make no mistake, had Sakurai-kun not fought back, I would have made arrests here and now."

"Mako-chan."

"What are you, a cop?"

"Not yet but Section 213 of the Code of Criminal Procedure allows anyone from civilians to firefighters witnessing any crime in progress to make an arrest." Makoto stated.

"Section 220 talks about illegal imprisonment." Sugimura smirked.

"Those would only apply to defamation accidental injury, illegal assembly, and the like," Makoto responded.

"Shouldn't you be arresting him, then?" Sugimura pointed at Keiwa.

"Why? He simply defended himself after you had your men assault him."

"Sugimura-san, was it?" Keiwa let out a long breath. "I suggest you take your men and get away from this establishment." Keiwa glared at Sugimura as he cracked his fingers with his thumb.

"Okay, this has gone on long enough." Ace showed his face to the trespassing group.

"You know, I don't really like it if anyone hurts my friends." Neon stood beside Ace.

"I assume you know us judging from how pale you look right now." Ace spoke.

"I think I have some capital to spend and buy the company out from you, Sugimuira," Neon smiled.

"That's a good idea, maybe he'll learn some humility."

"So I suggest before I really call someone to buy your company's stocks and demote you to janitor." Neon glared at the man.

Sugimura gulped before he scampered off to who knows where.

As soon as Sugimura left, Sara immediately fussed over her brother. She checked if her brother was hurt by the men Sugimura used to attempt to cause an injury to him.

Keiwa had reassured his sister that he was fine.

As soon as Sara was satisfied, Keiwa was approached by Ryuji who simply put an arm over his shoulders, grinning.

"I totally did not expect you to beat up Sugimura's men, I was about to rush in myself."

"Yeah well, if you have to fight for your life for a whole year, you learn a thing or two about defending yourself." Keiwa shrugged.

"It was that bad, huh?"

"It's all in the past." Keiwa smiled.

"Ryuji, can I talk to Keiwa-kun?"

"Go right ahead, I need to find Renren anyway." Ryuji grinned as he offered his seat to Haru.

"I'm sorry you had to be introduced to him on your special day." Haru apologized for what happened.

"It's fine, I would have been fine to let you handle him and it looked like you could have handled him but he went and hurt a child."

"Understandable." Haru nodded.

"Were you hurt?"

"My hand hurt a little after I punched that one guy flat," Keiwa chuckled. "Other than that, I'm fine."

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It came time for Keiwa to leave the orphanage with Haru. They had just succeeded in making every child sleep for the night after the whole afternoon party they had.

"I'm sorry you had to meet Sugimura like that." Haru apologized to the matron of the orphanage.

"Think nothing of it, it's a good thing you have a dependable boyfriend, huh?" The matron teased.

Keiwa and Haru blushed at the remark.

"Obaa-san!"

"You both should be off, it's getting later."

"Thank you for the surprise, obaa-san."

"Anything for you, Keiwa-kun." The matron smiled.

As Keiwa and Haru left the orphanage, Haru looked at her boyfriend.

"Did you like your birthday surprise, Keiwa-kun?"

"I did, Haru-chan, I really did," Keiwa kissed Haru's cheek. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Where did you get the idea to surprise me?"

"It was Neon-chan's idea," Haru revealed. "She told me that she has always wanted to attend a surprise birthday party, and I must admit, I do too."

"That's understandable."

"It was Sara-san who suggested that we use the orphanage you volunteer your time to as the venue."

"Typical nee-chan," Keiwa gave a fond smile. "She knows me too well."

"She mentioned how you'd rather have a birthday party at the orphanage rather than in a private venue so that the kids could also enjoy your special day."

"Yeah," Keiwa nodded. "I know the feeling of losing parents, I feel so lucky that nee-chan was there to support me and I really like to share the luck I enjoyed with them."

"That's so sweet, Keiwa-kun."

"I really love the surprise you gave me, Haru-chan." Keiwa cupped Haru's face. "And I've got a surprise of my own for you."

Keiwa kissed Haru on the lips, which Haru reciprocated.

"Did you have a Happy Birthday?"

"I did"

The couple resumed kissing under the moonlight.

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A/N: Haru X Keiwa is a ship that's really out there lol! But I kinda love it.

[impish-crow]

[TRANSLATION] HIBIKI BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION SS(Short Story) 🎉

Pushing open the studio door, the lukewarm heat from outside surged in all at once.

"Wow, it's so hot…"

Even my own voice escaping my mouth is irritating. Despite the fact that the sun has long set, the daytime heat lingers on, and not only that, it's carrying a dampness that hangs heavily in the thin evening darkness of summer.

(Truly unpleasant.)

I let out a sigh, not knowing how many times I've sighed since waking up today.

"Kouno, quit complaining all the time. It's annoying." "It can't be helped, it's hot." "The air is so muggy…"

"Shion." Toya, who was walking ahead, stopped and turned back with a concerned look.

"You really seem to be struggling. Shouldn't you let Sogo carry you?"

"I'm fine. I can manage. It's just to the parking lot, so I can do it somehow…"

Despite Shion's brave response, it's evident on his face that he is nearing their limit.

"I've always hated summer."

Muttering that, I noticed Endo glancing over in this direction for a moment.

But I pretended not to notice.

Intense heat. Right in the middle of August.

(It's hot and exhausting… so hot.) Nothing's going well. If possible, I'd want to pretend I'm dead and just get through this. While thinking that,

(Oh, not again.)

My phone is ringing.

(How many times since morning?)

I know who's calling without even looking at the screen.

Today is the day when once a year, I'm subjected to a one-sided confession of guilt and apologies for not being able to do anything. So, I'm not picking up. Absolutely not. (Mom, I've had enough of that.)

I'm not a kid anymore. I'm living on my own just fine. I'm not hurt anymore, really. (I've been raised well enough. I'm grateful. I don't want or need anything more from you.)

Please, I hope you understand soon. (… Ah, it got disconnected.) That's a relief. Explaining things is tiring anyway and it's hot.

"Hey, Megane.."

Shion raised his face slowly, and Endo continued.

"How about having today's drinking session at your place, after all?"

"…At Shion's place? Not Sogo's?"

Surprised, I asked again, and Toya nodded easily.

"Let's do that. Shion seems unwell since the morning, and it's worrying to leave him alone."

"I'm sorry, but my place is small."

"It's fine. As long as there's enough space for one person to sit, we're good." "Huh, Toya, you're coming too?" "Is there a problem if I'm there?" "There isn't, but you hardly ever come even if you're invited. And today, Shion doesn't seem well either, so there's no need to push yourself to drink on a day like this." "A day like this, huh?" "Kouno. Isn't today your birthday?"

All three of them looked at me simultaneously.

(Huh, no way… What? Is that so?)

They were looking at me with expressions that seemed like it should be obvious. I was surprised.

"Could it be that you forget it?" "Yeah, well… but so what?" "What do you mean? We're going to drink, it's your birthday." "I'm having a bit of trouble understanding what you're saying…" "Get it together, you fool. Oh, Sogo-saan!"

Sogo came running back from the parking lot.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting." "Whoa, you're all drenched in sweat!" "During summer, just lifting and lowering the drums is a workout itself. The inside of the car is ridiculously hot too."

"I'm really sorry, I had Sogo-san carry the keyboard too."

"Don't worry about it. I left the door wide open and turned on the AC, so let's go. It would be nice if our mood improves a bit while we're driving." "That's the thing, though. Is it okay to have it at Megane's place today?" "I don't mind, but is it fine for all of us to barge in? It's still an option to do it at my place as planned. I even aired out the guest room's futon the other day." "Home is where anyone most comfortable. Also, while we're at it, we can inspect Shion's room and buy anything necessary for his summer life. It's your first summer living alone, right?" "Yes… um, sorry." "Do you properly turn on the AC when you sleep?" "I set it on a timer." "Huh? You're gonna die, you idiot!" "Shut up! If I leave it on, I'll freeze to death!"

I'm living on my own just fine. I'm not hurt anymore. I still don't like summer, though. But…

(Since when did things become like this?)

At the very least, this year's summer is not the same as before.

"Hey, Hibiki, why are you smiling?" "Sorry. I just felt like, it's kind of fun."

Finding myself able to think like that was a bit refreshing. I couldn't help but smile.

[igotanidea]

Ok, um, here's some of the ships I wish to be included if possible: Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy, Captain America/Black Widow, Peter Parker/MJ, Richard Grayson/Barbara Gordon. These four, that's all! Um, here's another crazy idea that you can play if you want or not: reader's being Tony Stark/Iron Man's daughter which they know each other's existence but are not really closed, only meet up a daily few days a month for a brunch cos Morgan likes her big sister very much even though they're only half-related and that Pepper doesn't mind it as she rather adores reader too.

Here's a idea of how reader and Tony knows each other:

Reader found out her mother (who's alr married to a rich man) tried to fake her blood test into her step-sister name so that she can rose her fame as a newbie celebrity by letting Tony acknowledged her

Reader aren't very that closed with her step-father, but she knows well that he's been looking after her secretly and that he'd be very angry if he knows what his wife and daughter trying to do

Out of gratitude and her own selfishness that she doesn't want others to know so she can live in peace, she take matters in her hands herself and meet up with Tony and Pepper to tell them this

At first, Tony was skeptical but after he found out he did slept with a woman like years ago before he began to accept the truth, but that doesn't mean he will like to know reader though

Reader's okay with it since she's adult and that she can take care of herself (by the time she and Tony know each other, she's already 27 when Morgan's 9), they then agree to meet up once a month as Pepper request it

So, yeah, reader's mother's plan didn't work and that everything is keep in dark since nothing happens, the only thing is that reader officially cut off her ties with her mother and stepsister, and that she change her name and surname to what she likes

Tony's the type of guy like: I just want to have fun, but I also need to take all the responsibility that happens due to me

So yeah, the entire Avengers do know reader cos Tony tell them to help look out even though he excuse them with "Cos I don't want another trouble" deep down they and Pepper know well he's actually worried about what would ever happen to reader

You can see reader is very amused when she learnt that MJ, Peter Parker & Ned who's her pottery workshop's customer were actually her bodyguard (reader can have any occupation, I just think she'd be her own boss rather than being under someone, pottery is very satisfying even though your hands can take a long time to clean🤣🤣) oh, also Nebula & Rocket, who she's even more amused to see the talking raccoon and a hot blue alien the first time they walk in her workshop

Her relationship with Tony is very alike as they can be really sarcastic, so... yeah, even though she didn't admit, reader kinda likes Tony and feels it's more personal as he's indeed her father, which goes the same as Tony

So, by the time they grew closer, Tony would find excuse to get reader home (which Pepper would tease him and that Morgan gets excited everytime she gets to see her older sister) or just go into her workshop whenever with the Avengers or the other Heroes for 'bonding session' even though he just abandoned them as soon as he arrives to help reader to pack the order she received

You can see a bunch of superhero is just there to pack orders and chatting as the reader keeps on making pottery, some of it even learns how to make while just observing reader as she teaches them

Reader never really call Tony dad before, but she did told them she's married and that she made Tony promised to not ever try to find out who's her husband is, and surprisingly, Tony didn't try and he wouldn't let others to do so either

So, you can imagine how shocked he is when he spot reader suddenly shows up in the Wayne manor and rushes to Jason after snapping

And reader is a bit mortified and tried to act normal, but... Tony freaks out and go to protective father mode as soon as the reader called him Dad for the first time, and that he immediately say "Don't you apologize when you call me that" to the reader who's about to freak out more as she reliazed what she had said. He also look at Jason with disapproval glance as Jason was just amused as he can see the warning like "Get your hands off my daughter, young man" etc. when he's still hugging reader who's hiding in his arms

Yep, a total chaos

(you can change the concept too, I'm sorry I didn't DM you, but this is due I have a bit of social anxiety when it comes to DM as well as I don't want people to find out my profile)

(Um, since it's a very long ask, you can just shout out to me 'long-anon' if you finds it trouble to show the ask)

(I know I said it before, but I'm going to say it again. This is totally up to your decision, and I'll respect it. Bye🫶🫶!)

Oh, I love myself a challenge :D

Just stay patient and let me do my magic :D

Also- thank you for sharing your idea with me. I know social anxiety is a bitch so thanks for the trust.

Have a nice day/evening/night.

[tomtenadia]

Our solstice miracle

@leiawritesstories helooooo I am your secret Santa. Here I am with your present. Turns out that watching the NHL (the game between the Dallas Stars and Nashville predators was live and I had in it the background - neither of them are the team I support but the sound of hockey was perfect for writing) was all I needed. Not a huge story and definitely not a masterpiece but I hope the fluff will give you fuzzy feelings.

It's a Rowaelin as parents, we have Maya being her usual adorable self, lots of cuteness and a very small hint of smut at the very far end.

Merry Christmas and also thanks to @rowaelinscourtfor organising this event.

Aelin loved the solstice. Loved winter and snow. The whole season made her giddy and Terrasen was big on winter since the snow was a permanent feature of the land.

But that year the celebrations had been a little subdued.

Her husband Rowan had gone to work for a month across the sea. He was an aircraft engineer working in the R&D department for a company manufacturing airplanes. He was quite renowned in his field and they had asked for him specifically. He was meant to be back already but the airport in the country he was at the moment, had shut down due to heavy snowstorms.

Aelin had cursed them and complained that they needed to be ready for all sorts of weathers and do not stop her husband from coming home and enjoy the holidays with his family. 

She and Maya, their six years old daughter, had called him that morning to wish him a good holiday and Rowan had joked that he was going to suggest an upgrade in planes to be more resilient in heavy snow. 

“Mama, can we skate?”

They lived outside Orynth in a huge chalet style house with nature around them and, to their delight, a lake behind the house. Such lake usually froze over around the beginning of November  until usually the end of March.

Aelin smiled, the lake had a lot of memories for her and Rowan. He had taught her to skate when they were young and he was a hotshot hockey player at uni. They had their first date on a bench on its banks. He proposed while they lay on the ice and admired the northern lights painting the sky with colours. She had announced him she was pregnant with Maya on a summer day during a walk.

She sighed “yes, baby we can go and skate before it gets dark.”

Maya squealed in delight and ran to her bedroom to grab her skates.

When she came back she had her backpack on her and a pair of small skates in her hands.

Rowan still played hockey in the local amateurs club and loved the more relaxed attitude.

He had the skills to go pro but he was more concentrated on finishing his degree with flying colours and get a good job so, although he had been the captain and he led his team to numerous victories he had no interest of playing hockey professionally. When then he met Aelin, the fiery med student who loved to figure skate occasionally, he knew his heart had been stolen. They fought when they had to share the ice, until they started practicing together.

They both had very demanding degrees but together they faced all the adversities and the stressful exam sessions. They even survived the four months that Rowan spent away for a prestigious work experience after graduation.

Seven years of marriage and this separation of a mere month was taking a toll on her. It was the first solstice apart and she was definitely not a fan.

“Why are you taking elf?”

“Because he wants to see the lake.”

Aelin kneeled near her daughter “Maya, leave elf home, you don’t want risk losing him, do you?”

“No mama.” The little girl removed the toy from the bag and placed him on the sofa telling him that she would be back soon.

Maya loved that stuffed elf. Rowan’s mum had gifted it to her when she was one and they had been inseparable.

“I am ready.”

Aelin got ready and made sure her daughter was all wrapped up.

“Do you want to take your stick?”

Maya had of course grown up surrounded by hockey. It was a religion in Terrasen and with her grandad being a famous THL player and her dad a keen player, it was bound to happen that she’d be obsessed too. She had just started her basic hockey lessons and going to games was a family tradition. Having Aelin’s father as a living legend it was enough to grant them great seats most of the home games and a lot of meet and greet with players.

“Yes mama, I need to practice and show dad I am good.”

Aelin smiled and grabbed the equipment and then left the house and headed to the lake.

The scene in front of them was stunning. The sky was a stunning deep blue and the air was crispy with temperatures at a mild -2C. Well, mild for Orynth standards.

At the bench Aelin sat her daughter down and helped her changing into her skates. Maya was still learning to tie her shoes so Aelin did it for her “now, wait for mum to change too and we are going, okay?”

“Mama, will you dance for me?”

Aelin smiled. Once, during a family outing Rowan had pushed Aelin to show their daughter some of her skills. It took some convincing but Aelin managed to re enact some of her routines. She had been in the figure skating team at uni but never had the time to take it seriously. Med school did not agree with extracurriculars. She loved skating and with time it had become a way to relax after a stressful day.

Together they reached the middle of the lake and Maya sat down on the ice, her heavy snow trousers keeping her warm and dry.

While keeping an eye on Maya Aelin did a loop while gathering speed. She pulled up her leg and spun quickly, listening to Maya giggle and cheer her on and when she was sure she had enough speed Aelin moved her body in position and executed a toe loop jump. A big smile painted on her face as she landed and with that  boost of confidence she did another loop gathering momentum for a Salchow.

Maya whooped in the background and Aelin skated back to her daughter “did you like that?”

“Yes mama, you are so pretty.”

Aelin never really learned the other more complicated jumps. She could land a decent Lutz but never had the time to learn something like an Axel. She knew the theory but never tried it.

Maya got up “mama, me too.”

Aelin laughed and took time to show Maya what to do. While her daughter was busy trying to jump, Aelin snapped a few pictures of her and sent them to Rowan We are at the lake and we miss you deeply. It’s not the same without you.

His answer came very quickly I miss you madly too. The hotel offers very little in terms of entertainment and people here cannot deal with the snow.

Aelin sighed and started at the background of her phone where she had a picture of Rowan and Maya. 

“Come on muffin, play with mum.”

Aelin extracted a puck from her backpack and collected her stick from the ice. Maya got ready too and as soon as the black disc was on the ice, Maya sprung forward and grabbed it.

Aelin was speechless. Maya had definitely inherited her father’s skills on the ice.

“Mama look.” She skated away and pretended to score in an imaginary net. Aelin burst out laughing and move forward towards her daughter and then stole the puck “it’s mine.”

Maya groaned in a way that sounded a lot like her father when he was frustrated and started give chase to her mother.

Not long after, both girls were splayed on the ice laughing while Aelin kissed her daughter on her rosey cheeks.

“Fine, munchkin, you are a better skater.”

“Can I tell dad?”

“Of course, my love.”

The sun had started to fall at the horizon and Aelin was about to tell Maya it was time to go home, when a tall figure appeared at the edge of the woods.

She would recognise that silhouette everywhere. But it was not possible. Rowan was far away, stuck in a foreign land away from them. He had texted her a few hours ago. Surely she was dreaming.

He stopped to change into his skates and then moved towards them.

“Dada.” Maya screamed and put all her strength into skating to her father.

Rowan met her halfway and lifted the girl in his arms “dada, you are back.”

“Yes, my love, I really could not stay away anymore from you and your mum.”

“Did you miss me?“ her face snuggled in the crook of his neck.

Rowan’s gaze found his wife’s and smiled “I did. So very much.”

Aelin moved closer and a sob erupted from her lips and once she was in his arms she melted against him, inhaling his scent of pine and snow that always made her feel at home.

For a time that seemed endless they remained like that, Rowan with his arm around Aelin’s waist and Maya sandwiched in-between her parents.

“Ro, not that I am complaining but how?”

He chuckled “one of the guys stuck with us is ex airforce. He got tired of being away from his family so, with the help of the big boss of the company we managed to get a private jet organised and have clearance. He flew us home safely. The storm had abated, it was just the airport which was in bad condition.”

“Well, we need to buy a few drinks to this colleague.”

Rowan laughed and deposited a kiss on Maya’s head “I guess I just have to beg your dad for a few extra VIP hockey tickets.”

Aelin kissed her husband “all you want, hotshot.”

“Dada, will you play with me?”

Rowan placed his daughter on the ice and grabbed the stick Aelin passed him “come on muffin, show me what you have got.”

Aelin moved to the bench and changed back in her shoes while admiring father and daughter play.

*

Later on that night, after Maya was cozy in her bed and asleep after an intensive round of storytelling from her dad, Rowan joined his wife in bed.

Aelin placed the book on the nightstand “how many?”

“Five stories.”

“She missed you, Ro.”

Aelin pulled her husband closer “She is not the only one,” he added while snuggling closer.

His lips found her and devoured her mouth in an hungry and avid kiss “next time, we are meeting here and we’ll teach them something about winter flying.”

Aelin chuckled as her hand sneaked into his boxers “now, dear husband, show me just how much you missed your wife.”

Rowan growled as he pulled the t-shirt off her and his mouth closed to a hard nipple.

“Ro?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Maybe tonight we can work on making Maya a big sister?”

His head lifted and his green eyes lit up in joy and the statement “oh well then, you know I love a good challenge.”

“Then get to work, old man.”

Rowan laughed and caged his wife in his arms.

After a month away, being back with his family was all the solstice miracle he needed.

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[dojimakaichou]

SENT FROM @stingslikeabee​​​​ ―     ( unprompted / always accepting )

“First snow, my love,” Melissa murmured while getting comfortable in the hold provided by the assassin’s arms; there was no other place she enjoyed being that could ever surpass the delightful warmth and security provided by her husband’s embrace. The witch’s back was pressed against his torso, their arms resting over her middle - a gestured repeated to exhaustion during their time together and particularly when a new spiderling was on their way. But now, it wasn’t really the case - all their children were healthy and growing up well, but the end of the year was always a moment of fondness for Melissa. Seeing the snow falling and coloring their gardens and graveyard white was rather magical - the pristine cover made for a gorgeous canvas for the experiments of their offspring, and both Addamses encouraged their children to play and splash pig’s blood over the frozen grass to their heart’s content; the triplets, in special, did wonderful designs of doom and mayhem that warmed Melissa’s soul. But it also symbolized the fact that Daigo would have a birthday soon enough, as well as their oldest soon; just a week separated her husband from Kazuya, but despite their shared appearances, their first-born really did not enjoy the exuberant festivities that the family put together for their siblings. “It reminds me that you’ll soon grow older and that I’ll be fortunate to have spent one more year by your side.” Turning in his hold, Melissa gently placed her hands on each of Daigo’s shoulders, looking up at him - no matter how many years went by, he still was the most impossible handsome creature on all of Earth; his eyes were as black as her favorite scorpions but with a shine not unlike her pendants crafted out of obsidian. It was a bottomless pit of eternal adoration and the witch wouldn’t mind falling victim to their enchantments forever, frozen in place and in his arms. “What do you want to do for your celebrations, my love? I should start preparing earlier if you’d like to have another session with the children at the torture dungeon; some of the machines fell into disrepair after the girls used them for unsuitable animals,” she sighed softly, recalling that family night - it had been so glorious, the room filled with laughter and the best of the moods among the entire family. Melissa moved to stand on the tip of her toes then, pressing crimson lips against his in a delicate kiss before smiling into the gesture. “I do have a little something of my own in the workings. A new poison, like every year - I’m hoping this one will give you paralysis but allow you consciousness so you can watch me rewarding you, chéri.”

★. ―

Daigo spied his wife at one of the grand windows that overlooked their sprawling property  ―  which held remarkably dark grass and dirt ; play fortresses made of real stone the assassin had constructed himself for their children ; gnarled and immense richly - colored willows whose crying branches Melissa liked taking tea and séances under ; and the edge of an old graveyard they inherited with the land. He and Melissa had every intention of being buried there when their time came so that they could remain close to whatever descendants opted to keep this great home for themselves. With a sculpted iron fence, several seating arrangements, and plentiful homes for bees and spiders among the graves, it really was quite the romantic resting - place.

          With a soft call of her name, Daigo slid in behind his beloved witch. His arms settled into their familiar place around her. In spite of the chill in the air, his torso was bare ; truthfully, he preferred the cool temperature on his skin. Daigo’s scars tightened miserably in the winter, and he would rather embrace the snaking marks ( some hidden by his intricate bee and honeycomb tattoos ) than hide them. Besides, his wife enjoyed playing with the sensitive mementos from his old life.  ―  and there was nothing he would ever deny her.

          Daigo nestled into the witch, lips grazing over her shoulder. He gave her plenty of time to speak first, unsure if he would disturb a vision or a visit from another world if he took the initiative. At her words, the assassin looked up. The snowflakes outside hadn’t even crossed his mind. She called to him so much more strongly.

          “It is,” he confirmed. His fingers stroked her stomach reflexively. Though several years had passed since the last time her womb was full, he found himself still often lavishing her middle with attention. Perhaps it was his way of expressing gratitude for the many spiderlings that grew there at the beginning of their marriage.

          Daigo smiled slightly at the mention of his birthday. He was aging very gracefully  ―  if not for his gray tresses, it would be difficult to guess how old he was  ―  thanks to his mother’s genes ( as her ghost liked to remind his wife ). The assassin pressed a kiss to Melissa’s throat before she began to turn in his arms. Daigo made no motion to stop her. His palms splayed out over her spine comfortably, fully embracing her beautiful figure.

          Melissa stole his breath from the moment she looked up at him like that. His heart twisted fiercely at the sight of her. The witch’s easy elegance only added to her natural charm, and Daigo’s serene expression deepened as her hands came up. He welcomed any opportunity for her to ensnare him like this.

          Recalling their family’s antics caused the assassin to laugh. Daigo squeezed her, grinning at the fond memories. Her kiss he accepted with the faintest whimper. It was impossible to hide how amazing that sounded.

          “We haven’t had a proper hunt for all of the children yet,” he said after a moment of consideration. “Do you remember, Melissa? Prior to girls’ arrival, we set the older ones loose with the challenge to draw my blood. Yayoi loved it. Little Edgar was begging to play from your arms, so inevitably you came for me, as well. I’ll never forget the sight of you and our sweet spawn combing the grounds together.”

          Daigo leaned in closer, drinking in the sight of her. He hated to be far. “Can you imagine it for my birthday? Our brood out there in the snow with their favorite toys. Kazuya and the twins may use their magic, if they wish ; Hikari’s pink familiar would come in handy, no doubt. Edgar has learned some intriguing acrobatics from my brother  .    .    .  ” Daigo’s thoughts drifted away from him. It was clear the idea of the game had taken firm root in his mind.

          Eventually, however, the assassin returned to the present. He suddenly brought their mouths together, fingertips gripping the back of her dress. Daigo let the embrace linger : slow, loving, savoring the taste of the woman he couldn’t possibly live without. At the end of it, his lungs felt fit to burst. Melissa’s suggestion for their private celebration seemed to have caught the assassin’s imagination spinning.

          “If you have any  .    .    .  tests of that poison for my fiftieth that need done,” Daigo murmured, “I certainly know of a willing subject.” He couldn’t help the gleam of desire in his eyes as he regarded her, touch sinking to her lower back. The assassin chuckled. “You spoil me terribly, you know.”

[redhead-writes]

What I am gonna do Part 1

Summary: When everything has been ruined and fallen in rubles around you, or at least it seems so. When all hope has been lost and there is no way out of hell. Is there a way to end all this pain? Is there a way to shake off the dust and start building something new? Angst simply was angsting in my brain so had to put it all out.

Can also read it on AO3.

Suna was sitting on the dark beach. Once looking out on the water calmed her down.  Night was covering her inner turmoil, pain and tears that haven’t stopped coming. She had put phone and two letters in a plastic bag and put a stone on it, so the sand and wind couldn't get to stuff. Not like anyone will call her or look for her. Her body felt so heavy and full with pain from the beating she had gotten once again.

“Once again all alone.” whispered Suna, dusting sand off the clothes she was wearing. “At least hell won’t be as bad as this living world. That is all I want. Some peace.”

Suna looked out on the sea once again. She always loved to be by it. Picking up prettiest seashells and creating art with it til even those art pieces got broken. One more deep breath, careful slash on one wrist, another deep breath and another slash on the other wrist. Tonight the sea was quiet enough that Suna could hear the drops hitting the sand. 

“Prove them that you are brave, Suna, prove yourself that you can do it.” she encouraged herself to take each step closer to the water line. Soon enough Suna was in water till her shoulders. 

“Just float away, Suna, like they all want you to.”

She layed on the back, allowing the sea to carry wherever it thought fit. She looked at the sky for some time, admiring the stars but her eyelids grew heavy. After sight also the hearing switched off. The darkness came as a relief to a woman who has been left by everyone in her life. 

*****

Kaya was working in his little studio on Sehmuz’s property. He had moved here a month ago by his mothers request after she had heard that Suna wanted divorce. Of course, Nükhet had told Kaya how she was right about the girl. But the thing was no one knew Suna. Even he was wrong in his assumptions about who she is or what she needed. 

That is the reason why he allowed her to walk away this last time. It was her free will decision and he allowed her that out. Just to prove to her and himself that he stood by what he promised her when he proposed to her second time. 

Yes, it has hit him hard and today receiving divorce papers from his lawyer. That he signed to give his wife the freedom that she deserves. After that they were sent to Suna. Probably she was now celebrating being a free woman. He had the itch under his skin to reach for the bottle and numb the pain that was raging in his soul. It was also the reason why his mom asked him to move here. The mansion was nice, Sehmuz was nice enough to give him this little house as a studio for his projects. Kaya really liked it here and Sehmuz wasn’t that bad, and he treated Nükhet well.  

“NO! I am stronger than that. I have a collection to finish.” Kaya reminded himself. “Tomorrow I will have a call with a therapist. Will talk through these emotions.”

Kaya had picked up therapy sessions back up with his previous doctor. Thank God for the zoom because he couldn’t imagine telling it all again to another person. It was bad enough one time but he knows he will need to work on that too sometime in the future. He wants to go back to work when there is a knock on his door. 

“Come in!” Kaya calls out to see worried Sehmuz in the doors. “SEHMUZ! Did something to mom?”

“No, no. Everything is alright with your mother. She is asleep in her bedroom.”

“Then what? You look quite worried.”

“I am only about you.”

“Why about me?” asked Kaya, lifting up one of his eyebrows. 

“Because I saw how singing those papers again pushed you on the bad side. You straight up left the house to work here. Usually, it is a sign that something is weighing you down. So I don’t want to mention that woman's name if there is a possibility you will get triggered.”

“Oh wow, you really have me down well. I promise you, I won’t be triggered if you mention Suna. So what about her?”

“Her younger sister called asking for you. I told her that you are not available to talk but she can rely her message to me. She wanted to know if you had seen her sister because they had this big family dinner and Suna didn’t show up. To which I answered that no, we haven’t seen Suna and that she for sure wouldn’t come to our house.” Sehmuz told him slowly, taking notice of any differences in Kaya’s facial expressions. They didn’t change even one bit. 

“That was the right answer. Suna even doesn’t know where I live now. I haven’t spoken to her in a month. Seyran must have been really desperate to call us.” Kaya voiced his opinion. Of course, there was worry in his heart. Suna would never miss family dinner. It got beaten into her, quite literally. Always the perfect face and manners when the situation needed that from her. 

“You are making that face I don’t like. She is not your business anymore, Kaya. You both made that choice today. Don’t allow that girl to control your life once again.”

“I am not allowing her to control my life. Worrying just a normal amount. As for a person that was close to me. Let’s go back to the house. I won’t be able to work anymore either way.”

“Let’s go! But next time I will want to see some pieces of the collection.”

“Those I will show when the whole collection is finished.” 

Kaya had left his phone in the mansion. He didn’t get a lot of calls either way. Only some friends from London, calling him to offer jobs but he wanted to work for himself. His therapist also called and the  lawyer too. No one else. First week he expected Suna to call but nothing came of it. 

They reached the house and Kaya picked up his phone that showed him a lot of notifications, but as a red alert button between all of it stood a text from Suna. 

All it said was ‘I’m sorry’. It made Kaya’s heart beat in worry even more. Something was not right. He could feel it. 

“Sehmuz, could you ask your men to call all hospitals and morgues in Istanbul?”

“Why would you need that Kaya?”

As an answer Kaya showed him Suna's text. 

“You don’t think she…” the older man couldn’t even finish the sentence. Kaya simply nodded, putting his head in his hands. The girl was so young, she had all the reasons to live her life. At least that is what he could see from the side. But he saw her just a few times.They all have been judging this girl so hard but they even didn’t know her story. Sehmuz had seen what that family could do to his wife and stepson. And there was more than one family with conservative views on life. Made him shudder to even think about it. He trusted Kaya’s ability to think straight about it. So Sehmuz started making calls to his men and to hospitals himself. 

All the while Kaya reached out to his lawyer asking if Suna had signed the papers but the woman wasn’t at home. Lawyer had followed instructions from Kaya not to give documents to anyone else in that house.

“Destroy them.”

“Kaya? What has happened?”

“Suna sent me a text that says she is sorry. I don’t have a good feeling about it, Yaman. So if the worst of my predictions come true, I want to be sure that Suna gets the best care.”

“I will destroy them. You call me when you get new information. If what you told me about her family is so close to the truth, you will need all the help.”

“Thank you, friend!”

Sehmuz walked back into the room with the phone already on speaker. Kaya had put his own down, raising one of the eyebrows at Sehmuz.

“I think we have found Suna. Çan, tell Kaya what you told me.”

“Yes, boss. So there's this woman that they found washed out on some beach without papers but she had this silvery leaf ring on necklace. It is too unique to be any other ring. Police is here. They found a plastic bag with a phone and two letters on the beach, too. One of the letters is addressed to Kaya and the other one to Nükhet.”

Kaya’s heart was beating in his chest so hard, but he had to ask: “Is the woman alive?”

“Yeah, she is. They are not allowing me to get in the room or else I would have sent you a picture.”

“You can tell the police to try the phone code 7887.” voiced Kaya whose heart had calmed down a bit. Suna was alive. In hospital but alive. That is all that mattered. 

“It unlocked the phone.”

“Wait for us there and don’t let anyone from Şanli or Korhan family get to her.” stated Sehmuz, ushering Kaya out of the doors and into the car. Nükhet has the best caregivers and guards. His stepson needs him and he won’t let him down. 

They reached the hospital as fast as they could. Kaya seemed to keep a calm demeanor but he could see the emotions just boiling but not spilling over. The younger man knew he had to keep it together.

“Boss, here!” called out the now familiar voice. There were police officers and doctors conversing with each other.

“Hello! I’m Kaya Sönmez. Possibly the husband of the Jane Doe you have here. Can you tell me what happened?”

“Hello! I’m the case leading inspector. From what we have gathered the couple walking their dog found your wife on the beach without any signs of life, dressed in what seemed to be a wedding dress.” The older man told him, holding up the plastic bag. Kaya would recognize that dress anywhere. Sehmuz also took a deep breath next to Kaya. “I see that both of you recognized the dress. But to continue my story, the man tried the pulse, it was faint but there. They called for an ambulance. So she is here. Doctor tells me that she is on the edge right now. She lost a lot of blood from cuts on her wrists but cold water in the sea kept the blood flow slow. So you could say cold water saved her. The woman also had other bruises on her that could not be explained by the circumstances she was found in. Do you have any idea why your wife was there?”

Suna had tried to commit a suicide. She once said to Kaya that she wouldn’t be able to go through it a third time but this time it was her own choice. His wife chose to do it. He will think about it another time. Inspector was waiting for the answer.

“Me and Suna have been on a little month-long break from each other. She went back to her parents house. I have few ideas of why my wife was brought to that state, to choose the choice she made. But if I say them out loud, you will say I am accusing people without evidence, Inspector. I would like to see my wife now.” answered Kaya, keeping his cool because he really had only two families in his mind who could have brought his wife to such a state.

“Of course. This doctor will take you, but stay in touch.”

“You will be able to find me here, if you need me. I am not gonna leave my wife's bedside till she gets better.”

While the doctor was leading them upstairs to Suna’s room, he called Yaman to get a private investigator on this case and to prepare papers that Kaya can take care of Suna without her family finding a loophole. Kaya also called his therapist to ask for advice to get the best therapist for Suna in Turkey. He knew that she would need to pass a wellness check and go through some rehab but better have it happen privately. Suna already will be embarrassed enough. 

“We are here. Today I would ask you not to worry here, let her body heal. Tomorrow I will allow you inside.” doctor told them and disappeared. While Kaya couldn’t take his eyes away from the woman in the hospital bed. Suna looked white as a sheet of paper and thinner than he remembered her being. Both her wrist bandaged, hiding the cuts she must have made herself but what stood out about it all was the blue bruising on the right side of Suna’s face. How did she hide it? Did no one notice?

“I will kill that man! I will kill him!” Kaya was raging, taking in more and more cuts and bruises on his wife's body. Did she really think no one would save her? Did she think that Kaya would not answer the phone? “Do you see, Sehmuz, what they did to her?”

“I can see that.” Sehmuz said, squeezing Kaya’s shoulder in support. There was no life spot on the girl from what he could see. It felt like she was kicked over and over again. He was afraid to think what the hospital gown and duvet was hiding. “Your anger won’t do you or her any good right now. My boys will help your investigator. But you have to take care of yourself and her right now. I can see that you still care about her even after everything.”

“It is not easy to rip love out of your heart. Also my therapist said that my mistrust could be the reason why she wanted to pull away. I showed her support that already was weird for her but then I would turn around and be cold. It really messed it up for us.”

“Don’t blame yourself or your trauma only. She has even deeper scars than you and possibly the healing you started has been ruined.”

“Go home. I will stay here.”

“Ok, but you call me if anything changes. Çan will also stay here with you. If her family finds out where she is.”

“Alright!”

[peterpanfromlemonland]

The Night I Heard You Cry (pt. 8 Catch Ya Later)

TW/CW: Soft Simon, mentions of implied violence, make out session, Johnny realizing he has feelings for Simon

Johnny and Mai sat in her room, Mai rummaging through the things in her bag; trying to find the collection of CDs that had all of her favorite songs on it- Johnny couldn’t help but grin, she was finally comfortable- she pulled out a busted old iPod, a faded leather back journal, and then finally her CD collection. “While they were holding me in the sanctuary,” she started as she was searching for a certain CD, “I would sneak out sometimes to get help.”

“That didn’t work, did it?” Johnny questioned, of course it didn’t work, “What happened when you were caught?” Mai sighed and rolled up her sleeve, revealing all of the dark scars. She had more from her ‘attempted escapes’ but she didn’t feel ready to show anyone else yet. After she would get caught time and time again she gave up on help but relied on scavenging her old home to keep her sane by snatching any of her personal belongings she could hide in her bag. Anything from her CDs, small stuffies, sketchbooks, to her shambling corpse of an iPod.

“They caught me trying to sneak out one night,” she stared down at a CD in her hands, it had ‘Heaviest of Metal’ written on the case in bold sharpie, “they didn’t like that, I was chained up for a month.” She was silent for a while, reaching for her notepad to write what she wanted to say. Johnny watched as she scribbled her words down quickly. 

You know, I was born in Anaheim, moved to Chicago when I was 4. The house in Cali was just sort of a ‘vacation home’ or whatever you’d like to call it.

“Chicago?” Johnny tilted his head, he wanted to know more, “What was it like there?”

Cold. During the winter there was tons of snow! A smile came to her face as she handed him the notepad. Johnny made a promise in his head that one of these days he would take her to Chicago when it snowed there, he wanted to make her happy, and Chicago was probably one of the ways to do that. Mai smiled at him before putting her notepad down and picking up her stuffed bunny and looking for something else in her bag. Johnny couldn’t help but stare at her, taking in every detail; from the gentle curves of her body to her breasts- he wanted to squeeze them and hear her whimper and watch her squirm beneath him, he wanted to make her scream his name all night until the whole base knew who he was. He felt his jeans grow tighter, not now, he tried to hide the growing boner in his pants as his thoughts raced; he wondered what she would sound like sitting on his cock while he thrusted up into her. Now wasn’t the time for those thoughts, it was too soon to be thinking like that.

“Ghost isn’t as mean as he acts you know.” Johnny started, “He just wants you to be smart.”

Doesn’t seem like it. Mai wrote in response. From the way he acts, it seems he hates me.

“If he hates you,” Johnny gazed into her eyes, “Then why would he keep you around?”

I don’t know? Mai got lost in his ocean blue eyes. You’ve known him longer than I have, wouldn’t you know? She was right, Johnny had known the taller man longer yet it felt like he didn’t really know him at all. The man didn’t quite know how to respond to the question, instead he just stared blankly into her obsidian black eyes. Mai thought he was still pondering on the question and thinking of an answer, the girl stared back into his eyes; they were calm and crystal clear, something about them felt warm, felt like home. She felt as if she was back on the shores of Crystal Cove Beach, her first year of college had just ended and she decided to celebrate it on the beach; sketchbook in hand, she traced her pencil across the blank page with precision. She wanted to capture every miniscule detail of the ocean and its waves, the boats and ships that littered the big blanket of blue before her curious eyes. 

The two of them got lost in each other’s eyes, waiting on the other to say something- to do something. Mai took in the features of Johnny’s face; from his rough and messy stubble, sun kissed skin, to his messy mohawk. She liked looking at him, he was nice to look at for hours and she could never get tired of staring, it was when her gaze fell to his lips she then realized how handsome this man was. Her thoughts ran rampant with dreams of snuggling him, she was thinking about what he smelled like. 

Cinnamon? No, he’s too much of a rough and jagged man to smell like cinnamon. Maybe sage? Perhaps. Cloves? Nutmeg? A mixture of all of them? Mai felt her body slowly gravitate towards his, did he notice? His body doing the same, the two figures slowly feeling something pull them closer to each other, the two of them falling into the other’s orbit and unaware of the evident collision between their lips. Soft. It hasn’t even been a week before they met and here they are, lips entangled in one another, Johnny’s all self control had been thrown out the window. The man was greedy and wanted more, leaning in to the kiss and leaving her no room to retreat or breathe.

Sandalwood, sage, cinnamon. Mai’s head swam as his scent engulfed her senses, earthy and mellow. Her heart and brain were telling her to run but she wanted this no matter how scared she was. Her hand wandered to find something to cling onto, something to ground her while her heart tried to beat out of her chest; from his peripheral vision Johnny noticed her movements, he placed a hand in hers before breaking contact between their lips. Both parties breathless and wanting, expecting, more. Mai’s face was a bright shade of red, similar to the shade of an almost ripe strawberry, Johnny couldn’t help but crack a smile as wide as the Cheshire cat’s.

“Y’alright there, hen?” He cooed, his accent coming from his lips thicker than honey, “You’re a lil red there.” The man chuckled as the girl covered her reddening face with a pillow, oh how he wanted to just pin her then and there. Soon. He thought to himself. Soon. He gently moved the pillow out of his way before crashing his lips down to hers again, this time softer as to not spook her, searching for any signs indicating that she wanted ‘out’. 

There were none. The man took this as his cue to keep going, her grip on his hand tightening worried that she might be swept away too far from the shore. Johnny’s mind wandered to thoughts of what things could be, of what he wanted things could be. Her, Simon, and him. The three of them, together, happy. He moaned into the kiss at the thought of this future, of them. He knew it was wrong to think of his superior in that way, to want a future with him in it. Soon his bliss turned to greed, to want. He forced his tongue past the threshold of her lips, she squeaked in surprise- unprepared for such force, she tried to fight for the upper hand. 

Mai whined into the kiss, her other hand reaching for his shoulder to steady herself as the kiss hit her with the force of a hurricane. Trying to push his tongue out of her mouth and cause him to pull away first, to make him forfeit first. She was so close when there was a sudden knock at the door causing both of them to jump away from each other. “Hide.” Was all Mai could utter before running to the door and opening it just a crack. Simon stood on the other side, his forest brown eyes peering down at her.

“Hey there sweetheart.” The giant spoke, a hint of remorse and pain in his tone, “Seen Soap around?” 

She shook her head in response, avoiding eye contact with him.

“Ah, well,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “Well if you see him, tell him to meet me in my office. Will you do that for me, love?”

She nodded softly, a smile creeping across her face.

“Oh yeah.” Simon reached into his pocket and pulled out a slick black switchblade, “Got this for you. Seeing as you aren’t completely comfortable with firearms yet, I thought this would be the best starter weapon for you.” He handed the knife to her through the thin opening in the door. The girl stared at it with wonder and fascination in her eyes, Simon couldn’t help but smile behind his mask as she mumbled a quick ‘thank you’. She was about to shut the door on Ghost but he grabbed the barrier dividing the two of them before she could.

“Mai, wait.” His gaze softened, “I’m… sorry for being so harsh on you.” He went on about how he was proud of her for actually shooting the damn pistol and that he would be more than elated if, when, she finally joined Ghost Team. He finally got it off his chest, he finally told her. Albeit, it wasn’t the full truth but it was something. He waited, he watched, for her response while his nerves were dancing around the flames of his heart. He was on edge, it honestly scared him and he wanted more. Mai smiled softly before tilting her head up to meet his gaze, that smile was to die for, Simon felt his heart jump over hurdles as he felt himself being buffeted by the ebb and flow of her ebony eyes. He wanted to drown in her, wanted to get lost in her but he caught himself daydreaming and snapped out of it.

“Anywho,” he straightened his posture, “I better get going. What do you Americans say? Catch ya later, yeah?” Ghost patted her head before turning on his heel and making a bee line to his office. Mai looked down at the knife and then back up to the retreating LT, her heart felt warm and fuzzy, maybe this Ghost wasn’t so bad.

[thedivinefish]

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