#IN A BOX. IN A LITTLE LOCKET TO CARRY YOU AROUND FOREVER

[sorry-i-ship-drarry]

Remember everything

Word 2: Church

He softly grazes the top of the wooden bench as he breathes deeply.

There's always been some sort of peace he finds in sitting inside the church after hours when nobody comes inside, when it's almost closing down and the bell starts ringing for midnight. He thinks maybe it comes from being brought to church when he was a little boy and would sit quietly. Even as a little kid, he knew it was the most peaceful place in the world and today, he could use some peace.

Somehow the war was not ending. It was growing incredibly harder and harder to stay inside the manor with Voldemort practically living in one of the quarters making all of their lives miserable but what option did he have. He couldn't run away, he couldn't step back, he couldn't fight back, he was pretty much helpless and out of all of this, he was worried sick about Harry.

The ministry was very stuck on trying to find Harry, no.1 wanted criminal but wherever Harry was hiding, it was better that way.

But tonight Draco felt lonely. He remembers the last Christmas he had with Harry and he wishes he could go back in time and live that day over and over again, just because it was the last perfect moment they had.

"I bought you something." Harry said giving a calming smile.

"You really didn't have to, Harry." Draco insisted. Harry had already given him 2 gifts and he was worried Harry might just never stop.

"This is the last one, I promise." Harry said.

Draco sighed and then nodded, "Show me then.".

Harry smiled again and he fetched a small box from his pocket and opened it.

It was a small locket of a snitch.

"This is a replica of the snitch we followed in our first match. I couldn't think of anything but we both love quidditch and we do have some weird recollection of trying to catch the snitch against each other the first time. I want you to have this, as something to remember me by." Harry explained.

Draco was immediately about to cut Harry off and say something like, they don't need remembering or anything but Harry cut him off to that.

"I don't want to be negative but just look at my history. There's somebody inside the castle who's trying to kill Dumbledore and have me for Voldemort. It's always been clear that one day I'll have to face voldemort and I have a feeling that it'll come sooner than I imagined. I always get in trouble every year and you say I have survival instincts of a cat but I'm not trying to be funny- it's just, we both know that this relationship is not bound to be forever, you and I have always been aware of it but I don't want either one of us to forget this. So, this locket represents that I won't forget you and I hope you won't forget me either." Harry said almost too sadly at the end.

Draco felt overwhelmed, a lot. He wasn't a man of many emotions but right now his heart felt so heavy that he wanted to cry. It deeply saddened him because he was firstly betraying Harry and he could never find the courage in himself to tell Harry the truth but also because he knew that he would be the reason why the relationship would end and it would end very soon.

He looked at Harry for a moment then shook his head, "Harry, no matter what, no matter what goes down, I want you to know that I will always remember you, always love you."

But he knew it'd be their last Christmas.

"I love you too, Draco. I'll always remember you and always remember how you loved me."

Draco smiled sadly at Harry then turned away for a moment to discard his thoughts about telling him the complete truth but he knew the damage it'd do to Harry, so he chose not to. He finally said, "Put it around my neck."

And Harry did and they laughed a bit about how it ruined Draco's aesthetics but also fit quite right in but they enjoyed the last few moments in that forest, the togetherness, the warmth, the embrace before the fall.

Until Draco finally touched the locket and said, "I'm never taking it off, ever. I'll carry it with me forever."

And he meant it.

Sitting in that Church in silence, exactly a year after it happened, he traced the locket in his hand, ran circles around it and shed a tear. He rested his head against the bench and whimpered wishing Harry safety and comfort and he just hoped that Harry was still alive. He wanted Harry to win the war so badly. He needed Harry to win the war so they could finally be together again. He needed Harry to win the war for the whole wizarding world, for past, present and the future, for everything.

He stayed there a while until it was too late and the lights were starting to turn off and he knew he should leave but he needed to do one last thing.

He took out his wand and cast a patronus.

"Find him and tell him to be safe. Tell him, I miss him tonight the most and that I love him more than life itself. Tell him, I still remember everything and I always will."

And the patronus went right through the window and the final lights shut off casting darkness inside the whole church. Draco stood up as he heard Christmas Carol going off somewhere and thought about approaching those voices. It came from behind the streets and he looked at the choir sing from the far corner, not to be seen by anyone. He was about to leave and go back to the manor when a bright blue flamed stag patronus came in front of him and said nothing but went right through where Draco's locket rested and Draco needed no other words.

He walked back home holding the locket close to his chest, "I remember everything."

Projecting my little sadness into this

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[serzhantkris]

Haunted- 12

Summary: He knew, from the moment he found her there, bathed in the glow of fire, that she would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Damon Salvatore x Reader

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Damon shook the snow off his coat as he shed it, letting the warmth from the house melt the frost settling in his bones. It was abnormally cold tonight, the wind blowing the snow through the streets like mist, and as he hung the coat on the rack beside the door, he vaguely wondered if he ought to acquire a radiator or turn on the stove. The fireplace did well enough downstairs, but he had no doubt that the bedrooms would be freezing, even with the thick quilts he had begun to collect.

His shoes abandoned beside the door, he paused in front of the fire to regain the feeling in his hands. The cold typically didn’t bother him, with his body so acclimated to always being chilled, but ever so seldom, he found himself shaking as he fought off what little need for warmth he had.

The patter of footsteps down the stairs brought a smile to his face as he brushed the light dusting of snow from the box in his hands. He hadn’t realized how full it had been until he was carrying it through town, poised against his hip.

Lilian rounded the banister, swinging off of it and landing with a soft thud on the wood. She slid, just a bit, as her socks hit the floor, but caught herself with a pleased laugh as Damon shook his head at her.

He sank into the plush chair opposite the fireplace, carefully holding the box in his hands. She followed, curious. “What’ve you got?”

“I believe this is yours,” he said, holding it out toward her. She squealed with delight, grabbing it eagerly from his hands.

“You went back for it!” She plopped herself at his feet, legs splayed out on the floor, and slid the lid off the box. Damon leaned forward, elbows on his knees as she carefully picked through the contents. The rabbit, its stuffing misshapen and cloth dirty, came first and sat in her lap as she fiddled with pieces of Damon that he had gifted her. She treated each as a treasure, holding each item up in the light as though looking at them for the first time.

“Of course I did.”

“Damon?” She stood, clinging to the rabbit as she dangled a bronze colored chain from her fingertips. Damon held out his hand, brushing a thumb over the thin layer of dust in the crevices of the locket as she handed it over. He unhooked the chain and she turned, gathering her hair in her hands. Looping it over her head, the locket fell heavy at her throat as he clasped it around her, careful not to catch any loose strands of hair. She spun around, throwing her arms around his neck. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou!”

“Easy, flower,” he held her by the shoulders, tugging the locket so the chain rested against the back of her neck.

“I thought my things to be gone forever. Everything I hold dear is here,” she said, one hand fiddling with the locket. The oval was roughly the size of an adult’s thumb, bordered in gold with a blue swirl of some sort of stone in the middle, though Damon suspected it was more for show than value. He’d acquired it in Romania, intending to give it to Katherine, but the longer he held onto it, the more it seemed to call out to the little flower in Chicago, and so he had given it to her when she was nine- and, at the time, cared very little for jewelry. But, she was eleven now, practically a lady, as he could tell by the keen interest she held in participating in the upkeep of their home.

More often than not, Damon would return to the small house they had turned into their home and Lilian would be on her hands and knees, scrubbing at the floors, or frowning in concentration as she pulled a needle and thread; she was still smart and clever, with her nose buried in books far after she ought to have been asleep, the quilt pulled to her chin. Damon never corrected her, never tried to slow her growing mind or force womanly duties on the child. He was not her father and had no desire to be of any sort. Conversely, it was she who often took care of him. She cooked- though he had very little need for it, being that he took his meals while she was sleeping- cleaned, cared for their belongings, tending to them when necessary, and she provided a sense of domesticity he had not experienced since losing his mother.

Lilian was her own woman, a frightfully forward thinker, brilliant, and yet her heart kept Damon warm and fueled his burning need for comfort. She was pragmatic and willful, astonishingly adept at chess, and posed questions and opinions from a perspective Damon had never considered. Her quips kept him on his toes and her sense of humor matched his own, and to a fault, above all other things, Lilian was loyal. She never once considered that Damon was not the sort of man, or beast, to raise or care for a child, or that perhaps the things he taught her were dangerous or wrong, despite knowing that he was a vampire. She had never questioned his intentions, never pondered whether he simply kept her as though she were a pet, or for his own entertainment, or to exploit her labor, but believed with all her heart that he simply loved her, and that was enough. She listened and learned; she challenged and forced Damon to be more introspective. He carried on as a noble, sincere man, and he felt as though he had a purpose: to tend to her, to offer a good example, to build a life for her that she deserved; to watch his flower grow and blossom, until the very day she no longer needed his guidance. Her presence made him redouble his efforts to live a normal life, to maintain what little sense of personhood he had left after being turned and losing Katherine and his brother.

She made him feel human.

“Damon,” she said, reaching out to touch the cotton on his chest. “Your shirt.”

He looked down, pinching the fabric and tugging it. A smear of red stained the white fabric, just a drip, but enough that she had caught sight of it in the glow of the firelight. Damon undid the buttons, rising to his feet, as Lilian made her way to the kitchen. She came back with a bottle and rag as he pulled the shirt off, intending to toss it aside, but she took it from his hands and sat herself in his previously occupied chair, scrubbing dutifully at the stain.

“Lilian-”

“It’ll come out,” she said, not looking up. “I’ve been practicing.”

Damon’s hands rested on his hips, watching as she dabbed the liquid on the stain, scrubbed, dabbed some more, the fabric grating between her hand and the rag. “How many times have you done this?”

She shrugged. “A few,” she said. “You’re very messy.”

He laughed, relieved, and went to the bedroom to swipe up a nightshirt. Pulling it over his head, she was examining her work as he came back down the steps. He leaned on the banister, arms folded over his chest.

“I’ve never killed anyone before,” he said. Lilian’s hands stilled, her head still ducked. “Especially not babies.”

“Dracula didn’t eat them, his minions did,” she said, suddenly serious, dropping the shirt on the arm of the couch. “How did you know who I was?”

Damon stood up straight, crossing the room to pick up the shirt. “I told you,” he said, “Sister Mary-”

“Damon,” she frowned, pulling her feet up so that her entire body was curled up in the chair. “I know when you’re lying. You look away when you lie.”

A soft smirk settled on his lips as he brushed his thumb over the now damp, pinkish spot on the shirt. “Did they teach you about the fires?”

She nodded, resting her chin on her knee. “Three hundred people died.”

He balled the shirt up in his hands, fixating on it, if for no reason other than to not have to look at her. “I was here,” he said, his lips pressed tight. “And I found you.”

Embers spit out of the fireplace. The shirt in his hand was not nearly as soft as a baby’s blanket, and the sound of Lilian’s heartbeat was nothing like a crying babe. Lilian was quiet, her eyebrows tugged together as he explained how he had found her alone, abandoned, and had taken her to the place to which she now never wanted to return. How he had given her his mother’s name, walked away, and never once intended to return. He felt guilty, with her wide eyes looking up at him with rapt attention, for leaving her there. Maybe that was why he’d gone to see her year after year, had brought her gifts- maybe it was his guilt that led to him caring so deeply for her now.

“It’s okay,” Lilian said, her feet sliding down the chair and onto the floor. “You were doing what you thought was best. And you’re here now.”

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@lordofthunderthr

[wrathandgreed]

A crafty MC making goodbye gifts for the demon bros (unromanced and romanced).

Word count: 3.5k

Notes: I’m a huge crafter (knitter, crocheter, spinner, weaver, cross stitcher, etc)  and I’m currently knitting my husband a winter hat, so I started trying to figure out what a crafty MC would make the brothers as goodbye gifts when they go back to the human world.

Also, this got REALLY REALLY long.

Lucifer

(Unromanced)

This guy is hard to make stuff for. 

His aesthetic is VERY tight and leaves no room for mistakes

So a simple winter scarf, in business-black, is probably the way to go. 

Somewhat lux yarn, cashmere/silk or alpaca/silk, so it has a sheen

He travels to the human world sometimes, and Diavolo has winter themed events in Devildom sometimes, so a scarf isn’t totally impractical.

He would appreciate the amount of time you spent making it, even if he didn’t get a chance to wear it that often.

(Romanced)

Let’s get more personal, now. You still have the same problem with his aesthetic, and the fact that if you want to give him something ~~personal~~ he won’t be able to wear it openly. His pride says no.

He’s stern in public, but affectionate in private.

You knit a medium-sized decorative pillow cover for his bed, in his signature wine-red.

It’s simple and elegant and can sit on his bed like it’s something he picked up in a Hellhome Goods store, and only *he* knows it’s a private gift.

After swearing him to secrecy, you get Solomon to help you charm the pillow, so it never pills up or wears out, and it maintains your scent forever. (Actually, it’s fair to say you do this for all of the romanced gifts).

“I thought, you know, if I can’t be there with you every night, something of me can?”

Awkward MC is awkward.

He not only appreciates how much time went into the gift (who knows how busy you are better than Lucifer?) but that you spent that much time thinking about him.

Mr. Acts of Service over here. Every stitch is something you did *for him*

You assume he’ll just leave it on the bed, and maybe, if you’re lucky, it’ll help you be the last thing he thinks of at night and the first thing he thinks of in the morning. 

Maybe he’ll smile when he sees it, and some of his weariness will lift.

Oh, if only you knew.

Mr. “Stern In Public” wraps himself around the pillow every night. Well. Every time he manages to sleep. Which, let’s face it, isn’t every night. 

But when he DOES sleep, it’s with that pillow. If he can’t sleep wrapped around you, this will have to suffice.

Finds he doesn’t sleep well when he travels, because he refuses to bring the pillow with him.

If asked, he says it’s because it’s not important.

But he just doesn’t want to lose it.

It’s too important to him.

Mammon

(Unromanced)

You’ve seen this boy’s room.

You’re not spending hours and hours and tons of money making him something.

You love the guy, but you’ve seen how he takes care of his possessions.

Most of what he owns is chucked aside when the next new-shiny comes along.

You know he loves you to bits and he’ll be careful with whatever you give him.

But “careful” has a different definition for Mammon than for some of the others.

So you knit him a hat. A trendy, slightly-too-small hat in black with a small yellow stripe on the brim.

You can use some lux yarn because, for a single-skein project, investing in cashmere or mohair or something isn’t too awful.

It looks really great on him - the fluff of his white hair, the small yellow stripe, then the wash of black as contrast. It makes his eyes pop and his skin look even warmer.

He wears it to a shoot one day and the photographer loves it

Now everyone wants one

But he has the only one because it’s handmade

Suck it, losers!

The Avatar of Greed finally has something everyone else wants that no one else can get!

(Romanced)

Yeah, you’ve seen his room. You’ve practically lived in his room. But you know he’ll be careful with anything you give him because he loves you. 

It would break his heart to have to ask you to fix something you made for him.

You know he’s going to suffer when you leave

You want him to know that you’re always there, even if you’re not *there*

So you knit him a sweater

A big, oversized sweater out of super soft chunky wool with tons of texture.

You finish it early so you can wear it around your room for a few weeks. On the rare nights you sleep alone, you sleep in it.

Again, get Solomon to enchant it.

Now it smells like you.

You wouldn’t notice, but a demon’s sense of smell is far stronger.

“I know it’s not, like, fashionable or anything. But it’s comfy and it can be…..a portable hug?”

His face turns red and he winds up stammering. Obviously. So he puts it on to avoid having to look at you.

Chucks it on over his tshirt. He immediately pulls the neckband back up over his face to take a deep inhale from the fabric.

He looks really cute in it

(He looks really cute in anything, let’s face it)

Might start crying.

Hug him pls.

Any night he feels lonely (which is most nights) he wears this sweater. Falls asleep in it half the time.

It really is like a hug, and the boy needs all the hugs he can get.

Leviathan

(Unromanced)

Out of all the brothers, Levi is the one who will appreciate STUFF. No matter what you make for him, he’ll love it. 

It’s limited edition! No one else has anything like this!

So this boy is getting crocheted plushies.

(They’re called amigurumi, and he’ll appreciate knowing that)

You make a mobile for his room

Hanging from it are little plushies of all his favorite sea creatures

Henry 2.0 is the biggest

But there’s a few jellyfish

A whale

You had to completely invent a pattern for a kraken, and it came out okay!

You had some extra yarn, so you made a few extra jellyfish

They get suction cups. 

Now he has jellyfish in his tanks and outside his tanks

Spends the next hour rigging up the mobile over his tub so he can see them before he goes to sleep and remember how much his true friend cares about him.

(Romanced)

This took….time to make.

You had to basically invent two patterns from scratch

There was a LOT of frogging.

And swearing.

When Levi opens the box and pulls aside the tissue paper, there’s two crocheted figures

One of each of you

(The one of you may or may not be dressed as Ruri-Chan)

“You made these…..for me?”

Tell him you made ONE of them for him. You take the one of him and hug it, “This one comes with me. So I’ve still got you.”

(Don’t let him cry!)

(Too late)

Then you show him the best part - each figure has a magnet in one hand.

When they get close to each other, the magnets snap together and the figures hold hands :)

Even though the two amigurumi will be in two separate realms, those magnets will want to find their partner.

Levi is floored - this is just like something out of an anime! Like two halves of a locket or something!

He can’t even find words. Possibly not for the next hour or two.

But he makes the cutest little squeaks and the verbal equivalent of keysmashes.

Like Lucifer, he sleeps with your gift. But he also carries it around his room. It has pride of place on his desk, and he purchases a stand so you can sit with him while he games or does his online schooling.

He talks to it like he would talk to you, especially on busy days when you can’t actually talk to him on the D.D.D.

It eases the feeling that you left Devildom and forgot about him. Eases - just a little - the jealousy of every human in your world who gets to talk to you. Because none of THEM have a handmade you. Just him.

Satan

(Unromanced)

This guy is either the easiest one to make for, or the hardest.

Like, you could make him a stuffed kitty. Or knit him a tie. But he’s not a super sentimental guy (unless romanced) and, in the end, that’s just stuff. His room is FULL of stuff.

Soooooo, you take out your sewing skills and sew him a traditional Sherlock hat - the deerstalker one, the one that never was actually in the books, but is still associated with the character.

The most straightforward of the brothers, Satan is indeed touched that you spent so long making something for him and he tells you so.

Insists he’ll wear it when solving mysteries.

You laugh, but he actually does wear the hat when reading mysteries now. 

It reminds him of the trip to London - how he got to solve an actual mystery, save his brother, and see the sites with his friend.

(Romanced)

YouTube made it look so easy.

It’s just paper, right? Paper and thread and a needle. You can sew clothes and stuffed animals. How hard can it be to sew together pages to make a book?

Oh, my sweet summer child.

You considered actually pulping and making your own paper, but after the seventh ruined batch of signatures you’re grateful you talked yourself out of that one.

You also considered an actual leather binding, but go for boards and a more simple Japanese sewing technique. 

This project is the perfect thing to give to Satan - not just because it’s a book, but because making it is causing you SO MUCH RAGE.

Who needs firewood when you have the ruined attempts of your gift?

You may have thrown various attempts on the floor and stomped on them before chucking them in the fire.

It takes weeks but you finally get the book together. Now the REAL work can begin.

Every book the two of you read together. Every book you discussed. Every book you recommended to him. Every single one gets a page - a title, a date, and a discussion of your discussion of the book.

The book itself becomes a tour through your growing relationship.

While not as stern as Lucifer in public, Satan is also definitely fond in private - he’s completely unsurprised to receive a book as a present, but once he begins leafing through it, the semi-smug smile vanishes.

He looks shocked, and his hold on the book gentles.

His fingers run down the page, tracing your handwriting on a page particularly precious to him.

Speechless for a few minutes, he finally returns with only “I love it.”

Said so softly and sincerely that you can’t doubt his sincerity.

There are blank pages at the end and he begins to use them to document newer books he’s reading - ones he wants to discuss with you later.

Asmodeus

(Unromanced)

Good luck keeping your gift a secret!

Asmo loves craft and crafty things, so he’s always curious about what you’re making and fascinated with the process.

Probably helps with suggestions for the others, especially for a romanced brother (although WHAT you see in them is beyond him, after all, what can THEY have that Asmo doesn’t?)

Because he seems to pop up out of nowhere, he’s already seen his gift a few times. Thankfully, he thinks you’re making it for yourself.

Bonus, he’s whiny and jealous about it, and obviously wants it for himself. So, score. You know he’ll like it.

It seems simple; a pair of fingerless gloves in his signature hot pink. But the yarn is mohair lace (you’ve cursed at it many, many times for tangling on you) held double with merino/silk black yarn.

The gloves are lacy and airy, sensual and soft. They feel wonderful to wear, and look great with a majority of his outfits. 

He absolutely squeals and hugs you when he opens up the gift - the gift he was so jealous of! Of COURSE you were making it for him this whole time!

Wears them constantly. His Devilgram pics start having a lot of “what am I holding?” themes. Cups of coffee or hot chocolate. Someone else’s hand. A ticket for an absolutely fabulous play. And a LOT of peace signs and finger-hearts  :)

(Romanced) 

This one requires the cooperation - willing or not - of everyone in the house.

You start with your DDD. That’s easy enough.

Since you’ll need Sol’s help anyway, it’s easy enough to plunder the pictures on his phone, too.

The rest of the brothers you get, one by one. Belphie’s you steal while he’s sleeping, although you found nothing useful on it. Beel just lets you borrow his phone. You ask to borrow Mammon’s while he’s gambling and he doesn’t notice that it takes you an hour to give it back. Satan - the real photographer - must be taken into your confidence - you might need his help later anyway. But he’s particularly close to Asmo, and knows how to keep his mouth shut.

You stalk Lucifer for a few weeks. You ask Satan for advice. You consider asking Diavolo to just order Lucifer to hand over his phone.

Finally you just ask him for it.

Getting a hold of Asmo’s phone is the hardest bit. You have to wait until he’s deep in a spa day, hanging around in his tub with both a sheet mask AND cucumber slices.

Then you make off with his phone. And go through the photos.

His wonderful Devilgram-worthy pictures you ignore. You start looking for the ones that he rejected, but kept. The one where both of you cracked up laughing right before the photo snapped. The one where he dropped his hot chocolate and then stole yours.

The two of you in clay face masks and toe spacers? Yep. The one you took of him with super-wide eyes as he put on mascara? Definitely. Selfies of you two surrounded by his brothers, by Sol, by Simeon, even a few with Luke.

The one Satan took of the two of you dancing at one of Diavolo’s balls, so lost in each other that the rest of the ball might as well not exist? Of course.

You combine them with the ones taken by everyone else in the house.

Culling them for the best takes weeks. Because you don’t just want the ~~prettiest~~ pictures or the ones designed for social media.

You pick the ones with emotional meaning, ones of important events, but mostly you choose pictures of genuine laughter and affection. Ones that show how much the two of you love each other, and how much true friendship exists in the house. 

How much he’s not alone, and how much he is loved. How much the people around him appreciate him.

With Satan and Solomon, you gather and enchant a simple glass cube.

It displays these photos, gently lit up, like the digital picture frames in the human world.

“I want you to remember me,” you say quietly. “I want you to remember how much fun we’ve had, and how much I love you for you.”

Not gonna lie, Asmo cries.

The cube moves around his rooms depending on where he is - it’s by his tub if he’s taking a bath. It’s on his vanity when he’s putting on  his makeup. He credits it with helping his relaxation and makeup game.

It’s always on a nightstand by his bed before he goes to sleep. Sometimes he just lays on his back, puts the cube on his stomach, and watches memories float through it.

What you wanted - for him to remember that he’s loved for more than his sexual prowess - comes true. The pictures remind him of the life he has outside of a bedroom.

He starts spending more time with his brothers. He starts taking more pictures.

His followers appreciate the diversification in his content :)

He appreciates how much you love getting texts of those photos - the not-social-media-ready ones, but the REAL ones.

Beelzebub

(Unromanced)

I mean, you could just bake the guy a dozen cakes.

But then he’d eat them and they’d be gone.

And you can’t make him anything that looks like food, because he’d eat it.

You’ve finished your gifts for half of the brothers before you even figure out what to make for him.

And then it comes to you…..socks.

He’ll use them.

He won’t eat them.

They’re not the most interesting gift, but you’re running out of time.

You actually manage to find a pattern covered with colorwork triangles that mimic his usual shirt.

You get Satan to charm them for you - the problem with handmade socks is that they wear out FAST. Not anymore!

Beel LOVES them.

(To be fair, he’d probably love anything you gave him)

Once he knows they won’t wear out, they become his Game Socks.

Like most athletes, he becomes superstitiously obsessed with the socks, wearing them for absolutely every game he plays.

Is convinced they help him win.

(Romanced)

You encounter basically the same problem as above - what on earth to make him?

You want something that reminds him how much you love him, and it absolutely can’t be anything he could even be tempted to eat, because he’d never forgive himself.

You try a number of times to build a small tapestry loom, but that skill seems to be beyond you.

Finally you have to beg Lucifer to pick one up for you in the human world.

Once you get it, you’re off and running.

Now, just because things can’t look like food doesn’t mean it can’t be inspired by it.

Red yarn, the exact juicy red of an apple - but here, just an abstract circle. Mixes of pale cream, yellow, and red in a triangle - an abstract pizza slice. 

Those cookies Barbatos makes? There. The broccoli-cheddar soup you learned to make for her? Now just an orange blob with tiny green squiggles. And on, and on. 

And buried, scattered throughout, little woven hearts.

The hearts are made of slightly different yarn, puffier and thicker, so they stand out just a little bit.

In the end, you have a decent-sized wall hanging, full of texture and shapes that are just reminiscent enough of food to bring a smile to Beel’s face, but not enough to actually be worth eating.

He passes the hanging every day, and every day he brushes his fingers over the yarn or through the fringe; a physical reminder of you.

Belphegor

(Unromanced)

This guy is probably the easiest one to make things for.

Is it soft? Is it cuddly? Can he use it as a pillow? Can he snuggle it like a stuffed animal? 

Click “yes” on any of those questions, and you have a happy - well, a slightly less annoyed - Belphie.

Which is why you take this as a challenge. The easy answer - a pillow - is BORING. And the other easy answer - a blanket - would take WAY too much time.

So, like Levi, he gets a plushie.

But not just any plushie.

He gets a plushie of Lucifer.

Lucifer…..on a pastel unicorn.

Belphie starts cackling the moment he opens it, which is fair, because you laughed a fair bit designing and making it.

He starts leaving it where Lucifer can find it, then saying that the elder can’t do anything about it, because MC made it and there’s no way he’d want to harm anything made by MC.

Satan tries to steal it.

In the end, an “anonymous” Devilgram is created, dedicated to the “adventures” of this particular plushie.

It’s all fun and games until Diavolo wants one.

(Romanced)

Well, for your boyfriend, the time and effort involved in making a blanket is just fine.

You debate endlessly - comprehensive color scheme? Granny squares or stripes? How heavy?

You go with your gut instinct - this isn’t a boy who cares about color schemes or blanket styles.

(Just look at his clothes, seriously.)

He cares about one thing - comfort.

You find the softest, smushiest yarn you can, and a pattern you can tolerate working on for like 100 hours.

You go old-school; a granny square blanket like the ones that pretty much every person had thrown over the couch in the 70s and 80s. The perfect nap blanket.

Black… mostly black, with some bright accent colors. Kind of obnoxious accent colors, actually. You figure it’ll appeal to his (dubious) sense of humor. Also it’ll piss Lucifer off seeing it around the house, clashing with literally everything in the oh-so-perfectly-decorated Gothic interior.

This one requires….special enchantment.

A little bit of ritual, and that blanket will fold up into a tiny square; easy to carry from place to place.

Belphie is torn between wanting to carry it around everywhere, like his pillow, and to leave it in the attic room, always waiting for him.

Depending on his mood, he’ll do one or the other.

But no matter what, he also sleeps juuuust a little bit better under it, snuggled up under your love.

You make him the Lucifer plushie, too. It’s too funny not to :)

[prose-for-hire]

Always and forever

Pairing: Buffy Summers x fem!reader

Request: Hi I love your writing , may I request a Female reader x Buffy where they go on a small date and the reader is clueless it's a date cause they're awkward and Buffy thinks it's cute 🥺💕

Requested by: Anon

A/N: I’m back writing (slowly, very slowly) and here with Buffy and a female reader no less – hope this is what you wanted anon !! 💜🖤

It started with a smile.

The first time you had met she had been entranced by your smile. She thought you were the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. You had become close friends, the type where you could tell the other everything. Everything except your feelings for the other.

Buffy had liked you for a long time, she had come out to you first telling you that she liked girls. You had smiled, tried your best to be encouraging – explaining that you had those feelings for other women too.

She was beyond pleased when she heard this, she had a crush on your for a long time, but she hadn’t told you this just yet. She was trying to work up the courage to say something. She was usually more self-assured but when it came to you, there was no margin for error. She couldn’t lose you.

It was no secret to your friends that you both had feelings for each other, having both separately confided to the others. You, slightly awkwardly to Willow and Tara one afternoon in the Magic Box when it was quiet). The witches just smiled at each other knowingly, having had a recent and very similar conversation with a certain slayer about her feelings for you.

But nobody had clued either of you in, it was better to let you both discover it yourselves, they decided.

It carried on like this, with the stolen glances you would take at any opportunity. As well as the laughter and the way you both appeared to light up when the other was around.

Until today. Today, was the day. Buffy had just woken up and decided life was too short. You had all just fought your way through an apocalypse and Buffy decided she didn’t want to face the end of the world again without you knowing the way she felt.

She found you in the Magic Box sorting through some scrolls. You worked there and had been left to man the store alone as everyone else had some really important things to be doing until later.

The bell rang at the front and you looked up, smiling when you saw who it was. Buffy. She was wearing a cute cami and you complimented it as soon as you saw it. You wanted to continue, complimenting every feature she had. Every sweet smile and her rosy cheeks after she fought a demon.

Buffy smiled, looking down slightly as she spoke. She was usually so forthright, so self-assured but with you it all melted away.

This was so important to her – you were so important to her. She decided to ask you on a date first, so you could feel out how you wanted to continue.

“You wanna Bronze it tonight?”

“Uh, yeah okay – I’ll ask the others”

“No, uh, you don’t have to. We can have a girls night – where the girls would b-be just us” She hinted, your face smiling softly as you became excited at the prospect of having her alone.

However, you hadn’t realised that you had actually just agreed to a date. You were quite black and white and she made you flustered at the best of times so because she hadn’t actually called it a date – you hadn’t realised that was what it was.

Nevertheless, you dressed up with her in mind. Your favourite outfit, one she had compliment before. You were so excited that she wanted to spend quality time to you but you never even considered she wanted to hold you the way you wished to hold her. Kiss her the way she wanted to kiss you. Or even call each other girlfriend in the way you both desperately wanted.

She smiled as you entered, she had already saved a table. She wouldn’t usually come so early but she had been so excited (and she knew if she went for a walk around the block to kill time she would run into some demon and instead become hideously late because she would get into a fight).

You were right on time, not wanting to miss a second with her. You slid into the seat opposite her. She slid the drink over to you that she had already ordered. You were surprised to note it was your favourite: she had remembered. As you reached for the cup, your hand brushed against hers.

You felt a heat rising in your cheeks as you looked down at the way your hands had touched even slightly. You moved your hand reluctantly and took a massive gulp of your drink for something to do. To distract yourself from thinking about how her hand would feel in yours. How you were sure her fingers were made to entwine perfectly with yours.

She smiled at the contact but moved when you did, pulling her arms to cross them on the table reluctantly. She watched your hand as you clutched the cup and took a drink, you complimented her choice telling her you couldn’t have ordered any better yourself. She was very proud of this, shrugging a little and doing that pleased little smile you loved.

You were friends, you hugged and showed affection but because it was a date she wished she could reach over and take your hand without having to think twice about it.

She started to talk, asking you about your day. Your interests and any hobbies you had been enjoying recently. But she was unsure if you were having second thoughts. She had been really excited when you had agreed to go out just you and her. But you seemed uncomfortable or at least, uninterested in her.

This wasn’t true. Not even a little bit. You were worried that you were showing your feelings too blatantly when you weren’t sure she felt the same. You overcompensated and so it came off the complete opposite of what you felt.

All of Buffy’s not-so-subtle hints had clearly been lost on you.

Eventually you warmed up, knowing you were close friends should be enough. You knew Buffy cared about you so it was odd that you weren’t being the same.

You shared drinks, the best food that the Bronze had to offer and you were even convinced to dance with her. She lit up so beautifully when you agreed to dance with her. The proximity almost left you reeling. You were afraid you would faint at how close to her you were. How she guided your hands to rest on her as you danced to a slower song together.

She told several men more than once that all of your dances were hers. Nobody questioned it, especially seeing as they knew who Buffy was and the amount of strength she had.

You grinned whispering your thanks, despite you still not quite figuring out her reason for being so blunt with everyone else. All you could focus on was how happy you were with her. Swaying against her slowly. The way her perfume clung to her and her hands grazed your lower back made you shiver.

You were feeling so many things at once and she would never know. Never know how much this moment meant to you. You wished that you could take a picture and keep it in a locket around your neck. Keep her by your side always.

At the end of a really nice night, you walked out together, her insisting on walking an extra thirty minutes out of her way to walk you to your house. She needed to make sure that you weren’t ambushed by something big and gross.

When you arrived at your home you turned to thank her for a fun time. You smiled, feeling a little more confident to express your feelings with your close friend and rubbed her upper arm softly. She smiled at the contact, feeling the usual glimmer of hope she would feel. Pleased that now you had been on a date, this meant she had been right. That you harboured affection back.

This, of course was true, but you still weren’t entirely aware that she felt this way despite every sign. As you turned to leave she stopped you gently, holding your hand and smiling. She took a deep breath before finally saying something she had wanted to say for such a long time.

“We could kiss y’know, what with the date… only if the whole romantic kiss-age thing is cool with you and not totally outdated”

“This was… a date?”

“Uh, well, only in the sense that we had food and prolonged eye contact” She said, dropping your hand softly and looking away. She was expecting you to let her down gently. She was starting to get embarrassed, she had put her heart on the line. It had been so long and the last thing she wanted was to lose you as a friend.

“I-I didn’t realise-”

“That’s okay. It’s really fine I’ll just go” She started to babble, her eyes widening slightly, “Hopefully the Hellmouth will swallow me up on the way home” she muttered starting to turn away.

“Don’t go! I’m sorry, I was just trying to figure out how I got so lucky” You grinned, finally able to find your words. You moved closer to her, both of your eyes glistening at the revelation. You moved slowly and she blinked slowly, anticipating the contact from your skin. You tucked a stray strand of her beautiful blonde hair behind her ear before cupping her cheek, “Can I still have that kiss?” You whispered, barely audible. It still didn’t feel real. You were walking on air.

You adored her. And to think she harboured anything close to how you felt about her. You were beyond giddy.

Your lips met, it was perfection. The perfect release. You emotions were heightened and the affection you had both harboured for so long poured between you freely for the first time. It was a revelation, her lips gliding against yours. She pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. She wanted to know every part of you. Her lips were so soft, almost addictive. She tasted so good.

The cold nipped at your exposed skin but neither of you noticed it. You were warm. Filled to the brim with love. With such wanting that could finally be fulfilled. You clung to each other, whispering affection and your feelings between kisses as you started to slow and pull away. You looked at each other and smiled. Laughing slightly. She held your hands, squeezing them. That had been the most beautiful kiss either of you had ever had. You never wanted to part.

But you knew now, deep within, that you would never have to.

Your place was by her side.

For always.

[wu-sisyphus-gang]

Motion Sickness 177: Let Me Have This Moment

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Weiss and I were waiting at the airfield. I glanced around way over Weiss’s head. Travelers were coming and going. Embarking and disembarking on ships of all sorts of sizes. Massive cruisers and the lingering Atlas Battleships swept up and down onto the airstrips. Smaller private liners landed and took off like little gnats compared to the larger ships. 

“So…” Weiss began. She was searching for her words carefully. “So I was thinking.”

“Okay? This doesn’t sound good.”

“It’s nothing bad. Don’t be a coward. Well, it’s not necessarily bad.”

“Shoot.”

“I think we should stop trying. It’s been a month and nothing has come of it. And if I’m getting married within the next nine months I don’t want to get married pregnant. We can start trying on our honeymoon again. Does that sound alright?”

“That’s really your decision.”

“You have a say too.”

“Do I though?” I asked. “Could I really demand that you keep trying when you just said you don’t want to? Could I actually? Think about it. It’s your body. What you say goes.”

“Is that really fair?”

“Pretty fair. You’re the one who would have to carry the thing.”

“Baby,” she corrected. “We call those ‘things’ babies.”

“Yeah that. One of those,” I agreed. “An infant. You’d be the one dealing with hormones and weight changes and body changes and pushing it out and feeding it and mood swings. What am I gonna do? Ejaculate and evacuate? There’s nothing I could do to help.”

“You’ll be there suffering along with Ruby and I. There will be two pregnant women for you to attend to at once. You will suffer, don’t worry.”

“Yay?” I wondered. 

“So, I think we should stop trying until we have the wedding. What’s our budget look like for that?”

“Under two million?”

“You have no idea how much weddings cost, do you?”

“Under two million.”

She whacked me in the chest with the back of her hand and smirked up at me. 

“Well, yes. But with just our small group of family and friends it can’t be more than two hundred thousand. And that’s fairly extravagant for twenty or thirty people. And it’ll probably be fewer than twenty people.”

“Okay? I don’t have a very good picture of money. All my life I’ve just sort of earned it way too easily. Like way too easily. Other people struggle but I make the stuff hand over fist.”

“Plus you robbed a mob boss.”

“I did do that.”

“That’s dirty money.”

“What money isn’t dirty money? It’s all filthy. Money is kinda gross when you think about what it really is.”

“I suppose that’s true to a certain extent…”

An Atlas airship swung down into the bay in the mountain. It was a decent sized passenger liner. 

“Is that Ruby’s flight?” I asked Weiss.

“I think so…”

“Do we just wait?” 

“Well you made the sign.”

I shuffled the ‘Ruby Rose’ sign in my hands. I did make the sign. I did. Weiss and I were both in our hunter clothes which for Weiss was that white dress with a blue sash and tassels. She had her blade by her side and the little box containing Ruby’s engagement necklace in it in the palm of one hand. She opened the box and peeked inside. Then she carefully manipulated the locket so its face was just so within the box and closed it again. Then she carefully held it in one hand so the face would still be forward when we presented it to Ruby. She exhaled hard.

“Relax,” I told her helpfully. 

“Thanks for the tip,” she sassed. 

“You’re the one who’s so sure she’ll say ‘yes.’”

“I mean… probably. Right? Why wouldn’t she say ‘yes?’” 

“Don’t trip. This was your idea. Don’t start flaking on me now.”

“You’re right, of course you’re right.”

We spotted Ruby making her way off the airship with her bags and weapon on her back. She was beautiful with wolfish bangs and hair that was red just at the tips. She wore a tight corset that led down to a skirt and tight leggings but the leggings stopped above the knee and skirt only went down to about mid thigh so there was this space of white flesh shown off that was dimpled by the leggings. Her developed chest was pushed up and out by the corset and I think Weiss and I both sighed when we saw her but it could have just been me or it could have just been her. Somebody sighed was the point. At least one of us did. 

It was apparent when Ruby saw us. She jumped excitedly and paced over to us at a rush. As she got closer I was able to make out her eyes. 

Man, if Ruby thought she could just look up at me with those eyes and get whatever she wanted, then she was totally correct.

“You guys!” She ran up and threw her arms around Weiss jostling the box Weiss was holding. Weiss hugged her back and I lowered down the sign I was hefting and grinned as I watched the two of them embrace. Ruby drew back and pressed her lips against Weiss’s and I saw Weiss melt into the kiss with a smile.

“Sweetheart,” I greeted with a grin. 

She drew back and turned to me. I dropped the sign and swung her up into my arms. She wrapped her hands over my shoulders as I easily held her aloft in one arm. Then she grinned and kissed my cheek. She chased that kiss with another one on my lips. My free hand came up to her cheek and cupped it gently while I kissed her back. Then I lowered her and set her to her feet on the ground. 

“You guys! I missed you both so much. And Jaune it’s been a long time. Too long. Way too long. Never do that again!”

“Fair enough. Yeah. Fair cop.”

“Ruby…” Weiss muttered and she glanced at me. I just nodded a little with a small smile. 

Weiss and I got down on our knees. 

“You guys!” 

Weiss opened the box. 

“Ruby Rose, won’t you marry us?” Weiss asked.

“Of course I will! Finally!”

I laughed. Weiss took the necklace out of the box and stepped behind Ruby to put it around her neck.

“How are we doing this?” Ruby asked.

“No idea,” I said.

“He does too.” Weiss waved exasperatedly. “We’re going to pair off for the engagement presents and we’re going to modify one another’s weapons slightly.”

Ruby jumped a little in place.

“It’s so exciting. We need to plan the wedding and we need to invite my family. And Blake and Penny and Oscar and who else do we know?”

“I was going to invite the butler who raised me to walk me down the aisle.”

“I have no one to invite,” I declared. “Well, no one who would be appropriate to invite. Just a crowd of enemies, really. That would be interesting,” I admitted. 

“Ooh this is so exciting. I’m going to be married. Mrs. Arc. Me. And you? Weiss?”

“Me too,” Weiss smiled. “I’ll take his name as well. I’m probably ending my family name but that may be for the best.”

“And kids. How many am I allowed to have? Jaune? Weiss?”

“How about we start with one and see where that takes us…” I trailed. “If - you know, nothing horrific happens, then I don’t know. Less than five. Don’t destroy me, Rubes.”

“Nothing bad will happen. You’ll see, Jaune. Oh my gosh there’s so much to plan. Have we set a date yet? Weiss and I need dresses. And we have to get a cake organized. And what kind of cake do you two want? And instead of little figurines can we have miniature versions of our weapons on top? And where do you want it to be? Where are we going for our honeymoon? What’s our budget look like? Where are we staying? Can we buy a house? Where are we going to raise our babies? Anywhere in the whole world. Where would you two pick? Oh, I suppose we want Jaune to keep his job. So somewhere here or near Vale? Like Patch? Oh we could buy a nice big house out in Patch. Big enough for all the babies and us three. And Jaune can fly. He can really commute without a problem. And it’s such a safe job. The safest he could have gotten. I mean… the sort of missions he could be being sent on by any of the councils or militaries could just be the most dangerous. They only pass you up to harder missions the better you are. It’s such a good job. It pays well enough and he can really stay close to home and not have to travel much. What do you guys think?”

“I agree completely. He should keep his job right here.”

I glanced at Weiss. They both turned to look up at me at the same time. I sighed.

“I have to kill my dad. And I have to butcher my mom. I can’t stay teaching forever and make my family someone else’s problem.”

“Why not?” Ruby asked. “Why can’t we have our lives?”

“Weiss, come on, can you really sit back and do nothing while your family makes a mess out of things?”

“I’m not going to do nothing. But dealing with my family and dealing with yours are two seperate things. Yours is a whole mess of trouble that is never really going to get solved.”

I sighed. I looked down at them. Ruby was looking up at me with those big fucking eyes. Weiss folded her arms and raised an elegant white brow on her scar side. 

I turned away.

“I can’t do nothing. It’s my responsibility. Can you really ask me to not do anything and let more and more people die? It’s a fucking meat grinder out there. My Mother isn’t going to stop. How many other hunters should I let get blended up? I can put a stop to it. I can end this whole cycle of suffering. It’s on me. It falls on me. Ruby… would you really love me if I put it aside for someone else to deal with? If I condemned other people to face her. If I made someone else take my place. Really?” I side eyed her. “Could you really sleep soundly beside me each night knowing what I let other people face in my stead?”

When one of us looked away it wasn’t me. 

“...no…it’s what makes you a hero,” she muttered and she eyeballed Weiss. Weiss let her arms droop and sighed despairingly. “But we can have both. We can beat Salem. But we can also live our lives. I really believe that we can. I do expect you to face your mother. But not today, this week, this month, or even this year.”

“My father has to be stopped. That’s next on my agenda.”

“Marrying us should be next on your agenda,” Weiss cut in.

“I thought that was first?” I asked. “You have my accounts. You have my schedule. Just ask me. I’m yours. For this year I belong to you. But I also belong to the world. It falls on me to slice up my Mother and put an end to this train of human suffering. And humanity will grow and blossom without her withering influence. Maybe the sort of world peace the gods expect from us will happen one day and Oscar will be able to unite the world. But it comes down on me. I’m the one with the power to face my Mother and I’m growing weaker now. I was getting stronger but recently I’ve been faltering more and more. The more time I waste the more other people get hurt and my chances of success fall too. If I’m not at my best she will destroy me. Like a bug on a windshield. She won’t even need to use my sisters against me but she can. My best chance to take her down is right now.” I pointed at the ground to emphasize my point. 

“But I’m asking you to wait. We’re asking you to wait,” Ruby informed me. “Wait. It’ll be okay. Live with us.”

I breathed deeply. I… I couldn’t say ‘no’ to her. Not really. Never could. Maybe that was a weakness of mine. If I could look at her and tell her ‘no’ and start flying in my Mother’s direction I could end this today. I could still feel her out there on the edge of my thoughts. She hung like a piano over my head ready to crash down on me.  

“Fine. Yes. Sure,” I bit out. “But one day you’ll have to let me go to her…”

“We will,” Weiss whispered. “We’ll let you go.”

“We’ll release you. We will.”

“I’ll die,” I warned. “She’ll kill me,” I said without emotion. 

They said nothing. They looked between each other but I marched forward. 

“I might get her but she will get me. And if she doesn’t, then my sisters will. You have to let me go anyway. You have to let me go knowing that.”

“Jaune…” Weiss trailed. “You don’t know that.”

“Yeah. I do. And you do too,” I said. 

Weiss frowned but didn’t have a ready retort. 

“All the more reason to spend some time with us,” Ruby pressed. “Don’t you think? Just a little more time together…”

“It will never be enough, though. You have to see that. You’re always going to want more. You’re going to want even more time. No matter how much I give you it will never be enough and you’ll never be satisfied.”

“Let us have this at least,” Weiss demanded. “Don’t start leaving us now. We only just got all together. There’s no need for this. We don’t want you to go now. We want you to be with us now. All of you. Your mind and your body and your soul. Don’t start straying from us the moment we’re finally one again. Let us have this moment. Ruby just said yes to us. What more do you want? Why do you have to undermine it? Just be with us.”

“Let me have this moment,” Ruby pleaded. “This moment with you and Weiss when we’re all engaged. Let me have the moment where I see your face as I walk down the aisle. Let me have the moment where we hold our babies in our arms. I’ll let you go. I will.”

“You know that I will too…” Weiss murmured. “I can’t hold you back from your destiny. And I believe you have the power to stop Salem. I won’t stay your hand. But you have to be with us the rest of the time. You can’t be pulled apart by your worries. You need to really be with us. Not partially but all the way.”

“I can’t do that either. She lingers like a curse on me. I’ll always have to look over my shoulder… but I can give you the rest,” I promised. “And if nothing horrible happens I’ll give you as many kids as you want. Well, not as many. But quite a few. No more than I have fingers for.”

“You always have to tag with that, don’t you?” Weiss leveraged. “Something ‘horrible.’ They’re our babies. Let’s be optimistic.”

“We still don’t know if I’m not using an empty revolver.”

“Please. Little Jaune is a rifle,” Ruby cut me off. “Call a spade a spade, at least.”

“Um. Anyways,” I shrugged that ego boost off as well as I was able. And I was pretty good at it. Not gonna lie. “We tried for a month straight and nothing happened. And I’m probably the issue. Not you, Weiss. You’re young and healthy.”

“And you’re not?” Weiss continued. 

“You know I’m not. I’m old for my age.”

“Five or four,” Weiss informed me. 

“Yeah. Five,” I agreed. It really was so young. So many people got so many years. Even in our hellish world. They got to grow up. They got to live. They got to grow old. They got to die. 

I was cutting to the chase. I didn’t get to grow up. I got grown. And if I wasn’t careful I wouldn’t get to do much living as I aged rapidly. I would definitely die. All people did. All people should. Everyone got that privilege. Except for my Mother. She always had to be the exception to the rule. My Mother… my fucking Mother.

The eternal bitch. 

I sighed heavily. 

“I’m only five. I should be worried about kindergarten. And the cutest girls in class. And trying to make my parents proud. Not… not having kids, or wives, or saving the world from that alien. I’m matricidal and patricidal. And I’ll be sororicidal too. I don’t want to kill my sisters but I will. So it counts.”

“You always stack the deck against yourself,” Weiss dismissed. “You always have. You can’t see the good parts of who you are and what you do. It’s not like you asked for your family to be evil. And you take it on yourself to solve it. That’s what a hero would do.”

“You can’t see that you’re a hero. You’re blind to yourself,” Ruby pointed. “We’re going to work on that.”

“We have time, Jaune. You’ll see. You’ll have all the time you need to become a good father and a good husband before you save the world and come back to us. And you’ll see that having kids is easier than you think.”

“I… I doubt it. I bet having kids and doing a good job is hard as fuck.”

“I told you to work on your language. Start with that. We probably have just been getting unlucky but we’ll get it right. If we need to, we’ll get tested. There’s always medical programs to assist with pregnancies if we really need them. You worry far more than is healthy. I do too, I can admit that. But we have Ruby now. All together we really can figure this out. There’s nothing we can’t do. I know you don’t always feel that way. So we’ll just have to show you. We’ll show you what you’re really capable of.”

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-WG

[metamorphosies]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . .  𝐄𝐕𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐎.  𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑾𝑨𝑵.

27 YEARS OLD.  PRINCIPAL DANCER AT THE NEW YORK CITY BALLET.

❛   and that’s no apple but a heart torn out of someone in this myth gone suddenly aztec. this is the possibility of death the snake is offering: death upon death squeezed together, a blood snowball. to devour it is to fall out of the still unending noon to a hard ground with a straight horizon and you are no longer the idea of a body but a body.

                 ❛   this is how you learn prayer. love is choosing, the snake said. the kingdom of god is within you because you ate it.   ❜

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋.

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄:  eva madelena riviere, known professionally as eva miro 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒:  swan queen; the swan 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄:  march 18th 1934 — 27 years old 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇:  arlington, virginia 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:  principal dancer at the new york city ballet 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓: HERE

𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍.

EXT. ARLINGTON   /   a midsummer day; old southern gothic; dawn breaking over a horizon; the scent of magnolia and vanilla sweetening the air; homemade iced tea at the height of noon; secrets sealed in closed lockets and closed rooms; sun swept afternoons; the feeling of grass beneath your bare feet; wet blood streaked across palms; picking wildflower bouquets; the skeletons buried in the family closet

if this was a fairytale we would begin not at the beginning, but here, in the still antebellum calm before the storm. here is the amber-glaze veneer of old world nostalgia, curled at the edges like a faded photograph; a moment in time slipped between acts, between prelude and prologue: it begins in a garden.

a girl, half-sunbeam and half-wildness, twirls across the grass barefoot, lighter than a wayward breeze. there’s a woman watching her dance, an exclusive performance for an audience of one. the piece ends and the girl sweeps into an extravagant bow, dipping her head to the imaginary shower of roses raining down upon her impromptu stage of weeds and wildflowers. her solitary spectator bursts into jubilant applause, her laughter incandescent, filling her from throat to limb to toe. the both of them, radiant, the colour of sun swept afternoon, sprawl in the golden hour shade beneath the willow oaks. the girl lays her head in the woman’s lap as she soothes her fingers through the dark tangles of hair so like her own. she closes her eyes, breathing in the tenderness and blooming summersweet in the air.

her name is eva.

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there is a way of telling this story that makes it bearable, but only just. enduring, in the way of the tide wearing away a thousand years of sand and stone, returning everything to seafoam.

perhaps we start with once upon a time, because it’s familiar and feels handmade. once upon a time, there was a prince. he was handsome and charming — two things too easily mistaken for good — and beloved by all that encountered him. magnetic by nature and flirtatious by disposition, he deflected the rumours and speculation swirling around him about marriage by declaring that he would go down on one knee only when he had met the most beautiful woman in the kingdom. but summers passed and the prince remained inexplicably unmarried. you see, though the kingdom was rife with dainty high-born ladies and heiresses, the most beautiful woman in the kingdom was not a lady or an heiress. she was the daughter of the castle’s steward, kept out of sight and mind by the humble circumstances of her birth. her beauty is fairytale, dreamlike, unrivalled by any woman the prince had ever graced with a smile or a kiss to bare knuckles. he thinks, at last, i’ve found you. 

in the story, the prince and the steward’s daughter fall in love. against the king and queen’s wishes, the prince announces his engagement to his newfound love. they are married in the palace gardens, a simple ceremony with only a priest in attendance. nonetheless, their happiness glows with tangible sunlight. 

a year later, the steward’s daughter gives birth to a princess. the last thing she sees in the world is the sight of her daughter’s eyes peering up at her, dark and starlit as her own. the prince takes his daughter into his arms as his wife draws her last breath, his greatest joy and most terrible loss coalescing with his daughter’s first cry. 

despite the tragedy surrounding her birth, the little princess’ childhood is full of life and laughter and simple pleasures. she is raised by a nursemaid who becomes like a mother to her. what more is flesh and blood, after all, than the woman who cradles you at night and sings you lullabies to sleep, who kisses your scratched knees and teaches you how to dance? she is her world, and her world is everything the nursemaid nurtures within her, stoking the embers of imagination and zeal, courage and fearlessness. the princess learns to dance almost as soon as she learns to walk. she is raised with music and song, the rhythm of hands and feet barely a step from instinct. she dances as she breathes, intrinsically, innately, like the music is another facet of bone or artery. when she is seven years old, she begins classes with a private master. by the next full moon, she is ready to leave the kingdom to dance, to dance forever.

INT. NEW YORK   /   the cold curling around your skin and through your bones like a well-worn blanket; the loneliness of being inimitable; the becoming of a star; the aching of muscle and sinew; gazing out at the city skyline at 3 in the morning; the whispers trailing in your wake; tongues and nails sharp as razor blades; hunger blooming in the dark

interlude: eva is twelve when she wins a scholarship to the school of american ballet in new york. sixteen, when george balanchine handpicks her to join the new york city ballet. eighteen, when she becomes the first black principal dancer.

she is one of only two dancers in the ballet that is not white, and mariana was at least born and bred in spanish harlem. eva, with her burnished skin and southern lilt, sticks out like an unruly hair from a bun, like a ballet master’s correction. she is good, unrivalled for her age, but not the best, and it doesn’t take long for the muffled whispers and cutting glances to score and scrape away at any last shred of resilience. the isolation and playground tyranny, she can live with, but it is the loneliness, the distance from her aunty celia, the homesickness that festers in her stomach like spoiled milk, that makes her bend until she feels like she could break. she writes dozens of letters home to her beloved nursemaid that she doesn’t send, and resolves to wait out the year until summer when she decides she will quit. 

the magnolia trees are in full bloom when she arrives in arlington, and maybe it is the smell of home, or the jetlag, but when she sees aunty celia, she dissolves into a cloudburst of salt and tears. she spends the summer in a daze of blissful relief, tucking ballet from her thoughts like a chest of old dolls in the attic. it isn’t until the second last day before she is to return to new york that aunty summons her to the garden. aunty, who is nothing like an aunty, really, with her petite frame and miles of thick, dark curls framing a painter’s muse of a face. tell me what is wrong, aunty celia says. you haven’t danced a single moment since you came home. eva bites her lip and stares skyward. i’m quitting, aunty. i hate it there. i don’t belong there, it’s cold and i miss home. i miss you, and papa, and being here. aunty arches a picturesque brow. but what about dancing? won’t you miss it? eva clenches her teeth, insistent. i can dance here, too. i can dance anywhere.

listen, little bird, aunty never calls her that anymore, not since she was tiny and still begged for bedtime stories. aunty holds out her hand and eva takes it, reluctant but with a quiet thrill at the easy gentleness of her touch. aunty twirls her slowly in a semi-circle, arm raised elegantly above her head. you will never belong anywhere because you weren’t meant to; you were made to be brilliant. you are a star, and stars only shine brightest in the dark.

so eva returns to new york, carrying a music box — her parting gift from aunty, specially crafted just for her, to play whenever she feels cold and misses home — and an inimitable light inside her that refuses to be tamed for anyone or anything. she is relentless, driven by more than mere ambition and pride. everything she does, she becomes the first. the exception and the exceptional. the trailblazer on an ever-ascending meteoric rise without a summit. 

this is her becoming.

INT. VIRGINIA HOSPITAL CENTER   /   the smell of antiseptic clinging to skin; an expressionless mask; sickly saccharine platitudes; the knife of betrayal sinking into raw flesh; a broken locket; a sea of faceless strangers; the long soundless scream of grief; mourning lace; the suffocating weight of revelation

three days before eva is to dance the defining role of her career at age twenty-three, she receives the call. it’s papa. there’s been an incident; aunty is in the hospital. 

in the midst of final rehearsals and preparations, eva leaves. the director threatens to drop her from the show altogether, threatens to blacklist her from all future roles and performances. with her career hanging in the threadbare balance, eva nods, gives her full blessing and best wishes to the cast, and leaves. 

she arrives that night at the hospital and finds auntie swathed in the stark white sheets of a hospital bed, smaller than she’s ever seen her. a stroke, papa explains, hemorrhagic bleeding, a rupture in her brain. eva clutches at aunty’s hand, tears blurring her vision even as she scrambles to drink her in, by eyelash and smile line, the last glimpses of her she will ever have. aunty wakes with a small rasping inhale when she sees eva at her side and not in new york, getting ready for her stage.

of course i’m here, eva says, how could i be anywhere else but here? aunty shakes her head, lifts a shaking hand like a marionette extending beyond the life of her puppet strings to brush her fingertips down eva’s cheek. my eva, my beautiful girl. eva swallows, throat thick with love and apologies she doesn’t know how to speak, i’m sorry i did not write you every day, i’m sorry i did not come home last summer. i’m sorry i don’t know how to tell you how much you have made me who i am. worry creases the lines of aunty’s face, sunken deeper than ever before, in the sketches of time through across her features. she asks about the show, and what will happen to her career, and all eva can think is, i only wanted to dance because of you, because so much of me is just you.

you have to go, little bird. aunty smiles, and it reminds eva of endless afternoons in the garden, their very own kingdom, whirling barefoot beneath blue sky. time for you to blaze like the sun.

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this is the end of the fairytale: the steward’s daughter dies in a hospital bed holding her daughter’s hand. the princess rises to discover she is gone from this world, as if every star and the sun itself has gone out. 

this is the truth, which will be brief, because when the truth comes, it comes hard and fast like a knife in an alleyway: eva was born out of wedlock, a wealthy heir’s bastard daughter. when his parents gave him the ultimatum, the girl he loved, or the business empire of his inheritance, he chose empire. the truth of eva’s birth was concealed, obfuscated when her father married an heiress selected for her surname and birthright. they told her that her mother died in childbirth, and allowed celia to care for her as her nursemaid, raising her not as a daughter but a ward.

after celia’s death, eva is given a letter from her father with her mother’s dying wish, and the terrible secret she had taken to her grave, sealed within. in the letter, celia tells eva the one fairytale she had never spun for her as a child. she tells her about how the prince and the daughter of his family’s groundskeeper fell in love, and everything that came after. she tells her that she never regretted a second of it, watching the supposed love of her life marry another woman and build the family he was always meant to have with them. he made his choice, and i made mine, and i would do it all again in a heartbeat because our love gave me you. my daughter, my eva.

tucked inside the envelope is the locket celia used to wear but never allowed eva to open. and inside the locket is a picture of a seven year old eva.

eva packs everything in her suitcase and leaves for new york the next day. she never sees her father again. 

INT. NEW YORK CITY BALLET THEATRE   /   a single silhouette beneath a spotlight; silk sculpted to a perfect body; the headliner that the crowd has been holding its breath for; gilded thread on golden skin; the blaze of a meteor; the coil of anticipation in your gut; adrenaline pounding through your veins; the exhilaration of perfection; the metamorphosis of the swan

the evening of the first show of swan lake by the new york city ballet, eva goes on stage. she dances odette, and it is the defining performance of not only her career, but of american ballet history. she is the first african-american principal dancer of the new york city ballet, and the first to dance odette in swan lake. it is a triumph and a magnum opus of a performance. 

she takes her final bow before an endless sea of faces, her heart going cold in her chest knowing the only one that she wanted to see is not there.

𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

after her history-making performance as odette, the media and arts society gave her the name swan queen. patrons and friends of the ballet frequently address her as odette or the swan at NYCB galas.

eva’s most prized possession is the music box her mother gave her during the summer she had made up her mind to quit ballet. it plays a version of the lullaby she used to sing to her as a child and features a specially hand-painted black ballerina as the miniature figurine that dances when you wind up the mechanism. she keeps the locket her mother used to wear inside it.

to watch eva dance is an experience — she makes ballet feel alive. while famous for her thirty-two fouette sequence in swan lake, it’s the emotions and tragedy she breathes into each performance that makes her dancing unforgettable. she lives and dies on the stage, dancing as if each show is a swan song.

largely alienated from the rest of the corps throughout her training at SAB and within the NYCB, eva is accustomed to solitude and keeping herself company. a combination of prejudice and envy at her exceptional talent kept her isolated, but rather pushing her to the margins as would have been preferred, it thrust her directly into the spotlight. over the years the whispers and rumours that she has only excelled and outstripped her rivals because of her unique circumstances have shadowed her. she’s proven them to be blatantly and objectively false time and again but it doesn’t stop the insidious nature of the hearsay from spreading. the instinct to brace herself for the worst when she meets new dancers, even those untouched by the poison of the NYCB corps, is deeply ingrained in her. it’s a habit she’s never had reason to break. 

there have been a handful of flings and stolen kisses with dancers from the corps, girls and boys alike. her longest and most serious relationship was a brief but volatile affair with a renowned artistic director visiting from paris. it was a passionate but disastrous love, and they ended things as the season came to an end and he returned to france. eva has never had relationships, or even dalliances, with anyone outside of the ballet. in her mind, it’s unlikely anyone that isn’t involved in ballet could ever capture her attention long enough to spark her interest. 

she’s well-versed in a variety of dance genres and still enjoys dancing for the simple pleasure of it outside the ballet. she frequently dances without music, on the rooftop of her apartment in the late hours of night, occasionally humming music notes and melodies. 

since her debut as a principal dancer, she’s had a number of suitors — mainly wealthy patrons, older men with fortunes to spare — that would send gifts and bouquets. other than wine or champagne, eva tends to give away the lavish gifts of perfume, makeup and jewels to other dancers. 

she has a younger half-sister and half-brother from her father’s second marriage. they don’t speak much anymore but she still sends them tickets to NYCB shows.

eva speaks slightly beyond conversational french and is fluent in spanish. other than ballet, languages are the only thing she has ever put her mind to seriously studying and learning. she’s interested in learning russian, particularly while she’s immersed in the culture at the bolshoi theater. 

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

TBD.

[serahsanguine]

Christmas on The Run

Rating; Nc-17

For The Secret Santa Christmas Exchange. for Laia aka  @AweburnPhoenix

#XFSecretSanta2019        Ao3

Prompt; M&S Xmas after her abduction OR M&S first Xmas together on the run (sharing memories of their childhood, maybe?) I'd love to see some Hanukkah included somehow. 

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Notes; I did extensive research on the Jewish side of this fic, I do apologise if the hymn is wrong. Also a massive thank you to @graciedane for Beta reading for me.

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                             Christmas On The Run.

Early December

This was their first Christmas on the run, they were stopping in a cabin over the Kicking Horse Kabins just over the Canadian border on the outskirts of British Columbia. Mulder had a very, very old college friend who owned a cabin up here and knew he would be spending the holidays with his family back in Britain. They were safe for a little while, so they made the place feel like home. They had placed a 5ft tree in the corner of the room, with ornaments, lights the whole shabang. Twinkling light shattering the walls.

The Christmas music was on low in the background as Mulder was placing the stockings on the mantelpiece making sure the embers would not set them alight.  He was placing the last stocking when Scully walked up behind him wrapping her arms around his waist, her head softly placed on his winter jumper.

“Are you celebrating Hanukkah this year?” she asked in a soft voice.

“I wasn’t planning too, why?”

Mulder turned around to let the warmth of the fire engulf them both but she let go intending on walking off.

“I…. Just …. Never mind Mulder it doesn’t matter”

He grabbed her arm and pulled her to him holding her close.

“Do you want to celebrate it with me?” he placed his finger underneath his chin lifting her face up to his so they could look each other in the eyes. His hazel eyes burning holes into her crystal blue ones.

“No, it doesn’t matter” she felt a single tear prickle the back of her eyelids. She didn’t want to tell him how she wanted to celebrate it with him because it would be there the first one together as a couple. The first time they were together he was abducted, the second time she wanted to celebrate he had to run to keep her and William safe. She looked away and tried not to let the cold tear fall down her warm cheek.

“You promised no more lies, we tell the truth and speak our feelings.”

She turned to look at him again her hand reaching around to the back of his neck and her fingers sliding through his soft hair. It was a bit longer now than she was used to.

“It would be our first one together Mulder, every time we have tried something has happened, I want you to know that I respect your faith as much as you do mine.”

“Ok then we celebrate it together it’s a little later this year, and it begins on the 22nd.”

“What do you expect when Christmas day is on a Wednesday this year?”

They made them both giggle. she snuggled in his chest. his body wash invading her senses his soft jumper frizzling against her skin. They swayed to Band Aid 1984 reduction of Do They Know It's Christmas.  

The song had ended and Scully stood in front over the mantle noticing there were 4 stockings and not two. And that’s when the tears were no longer held back and she let the free fall.

“There are four but….”

“Emily even though she was not with us for long will always be ours. She lives through our hearts and be with us always. And one is for Will because even though he may not be here right now, again he will always be loved and he will never be forgotten.”

She looked at him with sadness and joy she placed her lips on to his and whispered, “I love you,” to which he replied ‘I know, and I love you to the moon and back.”

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Night of Sunday 22nd December.

Mulder had gone down to the ‘Local Store’ which in reality wasn’t that local at all. 30 minutes by car, down the mountain.  He bought a new Menorah and 9 different candles each representing the miracle that a one-day supply of oil lasted for eight days. Scully laughed that the candles were all different colours his simple reply was the shop only had rainbow colours.

“Scully, what is that amazing smell?”

“Potato latkes.”   He picked one up and it was still extremely hot. “That’s what you get for touching too early.” he stuck his tongue out at her and scrunched up his face. He blew it hard and she smiled.

“When did you learn to make them?” he said finishing his mouthful.

“When you were on the run, me and mom practised and I mastered the technique. I think mom was just trying to keep my mind occupied”

He felt her sorrow for the missing time they had spent apart, he knew it well as he had the matching feelings.

“It’s nearly time Scully.”

“It’s 8 o’clock already”

He nodded

“Are you sure you want to do this?” she was unsure of his answer even though they had bought and baked everything for the occasion.

“Yes for me, for you, for us.”

The room was dark the crackle of the fire roaring and burning in the background. The snow falling outside the cabin windows. The wind slightly rattling the window and echoing around the room. Mulder found the lighter and placed the first candle in the menorah and lit it and recited the first blessing.

“ Ba-ruch A-tah Ado-nai E-lo-he-nu Me-lech ha-olam a-sher ki-de-sha-nu be-mitz-vo-tav ve-tzi-va-nu le-had-lik ner ha-nu-kah.”

“In English, Blessed are You, Lord our God, King of the universe, who has sanctified us with His commandments, and commanded us to kindle the Hanukkah light.”

They both stood there in silence watching a flicker of the flame bouncing from left to right after 5 minutes Scully finally spoke.

“The prayer was beautiful,” she said calmly.

“I just hope I said it right it’s been a while,”  he replied truthfully.

“Even if you didn’t it sounded ok, plus there is always time to practice,” she said lightheartedly.

“Yes I suppose there is,”  he laughed and she joined in.  she wrapped his arms around his waist her head snuggled into his chest.

“I love you, Mulder,” she muffled into his shirt.

“I love you too Scully”

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Christmas Day 2 am

Mulder woke up looked at the crack underneath the curtain, the sky was still green like every night the moon bounced off the snow. He felt Scully's' warmth against his stomach her strawberry smelling hair ticking the tip of his nose. He buried his head further into her hair taking and deep breath in and letting her whole essence overfill him.

He stayed like this for a little while until Scully wiggled against his pelvis making some cute noise in her sleep. He flaccid penis went rock hard within seconds. He placed his lips against the crook of her neck trailing kisses up and down nibbling her ear every time he reached the top. His hand slid down her side of her body.  Her rounded perky breast with perfect rose nipples, standing to attention. He slid it further down her slim silky smooth stomach that once held their child. He hit the curls of the pubic bone and his hand slithered through her wet folds.

He heard her moan which only excited him more his erection full pressing itself on the small expanse of her back.

She opened her legs slightly to give him access this only encouraged him to carry on. His finger slid and slipped with ease around and through her folds and to her clit. She threw her head back into his chest, her body warm and succulent against his hot a feverish skin. She moved her body up slightly to allow him to enter her with ease. Her fingers around his waist helping him thrust inside her.  They soon become one body, one soul, one eternity moving in unison with each other he felt her body heighten in the desire for release. He was also so close to his bliss that when he felt her body convulse around his member he joined her in a euphoric pleasure.

When they came back to the real world he kissed her on the cheek and whispered,  

“Merry Christmas Scully”

“Merry Christmas Mulder, ” she hushed back before falling back to sleep for hours.  

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Christmas Day

They had woke up a little over an hour ago he made her blueberry pancakes in bed with fresh-squeezed orange juice. The fire crackling and warming the whole cabin up before Scully stepped off the bed. Mulder had laid her presents under the tree and she had placed his presents by the chair that had claimed as his.

“Mulder, when did you put up more decorations?”

“Why it wasn't me, it was Father Christmas.”

“Oh shut up,” she laughed and pushed him towards the chair and she sat next to the tree on the cream shag rug.  

She opened the smallest first it was wrapped scruffy in blue wrapping paper with small red presents on it with a small red bow and a sticker in his scruffy penmanship it read,  

‘To Scully, always and forever. Merry  Christmas love from your dearest Fox”

She opened it and what she saw brought silent tears to her eyes but instead of sadness, they were full of joy. With the box open she looked upon it and opened it up. He had gotten her a locket with Will’s picture in it. She had never before seen this photo of William and it made even more special.

The thought of William still hurt them both and they both often thought of him.

“Mulder it’s beautiful you shouldn’t have.”

“Something just as beautiful as you,” he hugged her and she placed her head on his chest and enjoyed his comfort. There were times she wouldn't let him all those years ago.  

She gestured for him to open one and he did picking an overly square one in red wrapping paper with a perfect bow and perfect note.

‘To Mulder Merry Christmas with all my love Dana’

He opened it tossing the paper aside and what sat on his lap was a photo album of William he open the black velvet book with the embroidered name of William on the front to find the first page was of him holding William in the hospital in his little alien onesie saying ‘I still want to believe’. The second page was full of when they first bought him home from the hospital in his small blue and yellow outfit. The next couple of pages were of Scully family holding Will in different locations as well as at home, he always smiling unless he was asleep.  

Mulder looked at Scully and in the moment with both their eyes glistening, the love and adoration for each other. They may have not have been married (yet) but in the quiet moments in the cabin, they felt like it.

They spent the next couple of hours going back and forth opening gifts with dinner somewhere in between. The night was closing in and they both sat on the sofa with a blanket wrapped around them in front of the roaring fire.

“Do you remember that first time we spent Christmas together?” he asked.  

“Of course, it was just after my abduction Mom had invited you without my knowledge at you turned up bright and early and Melissa was also there and she also knew.”

“We had turkey with all the trimmings and your mom made me help with the cranberry sauce.”

“Yes she did,” Scully replied laughing.

“I didn’t know what to get you so I bought you the first edition of Moby Dick.”

“It was a beautiful gift, Mom and Melissa kept calling you Fox.”

“And you kept correcting them every single time without fault telling them it was Mulder.”

They both started laughing and he moved closer to her and whispered sultry in her ear causing goosebumps forming on her skin.

“Now you know you can only call my Fox in the bedroom”

She took his lips with her own, the kiss sweet and sensual full of passionate desire and everything in between she let his lips go and he sat back where he was sitting.

“Do you have any of the best memories from your childhood you want to reminisce about while we drink the really expensive wine?”

“Yeah hell why not,” she replied as she took a sip of the red merlot. “There was this one time I was about 7, Charlie must have been five or six Melissa was 9 and Bill was ten”

Mulder sat closer to her his hand wrapped in hers.

“We were meant to be sitting at the table after getting everything prepared. We were all sat at the table and Missy was last and when she came down her face was full of makeup she had ‘borrowed’ from mom. And let me tell you mom and Ahab's face was in complete utter shock with what she looked like. She looked a mess and it was so funny we all laughed and she got an utter bollocking from both mom and Ahab. By the time they had cleaned her up dinner was cold but we teased her about it for the whole year”

“Oh my God, I can't believe she did that,”  he said in hysterics and trying to breathe in between.

“Now it's your turn,” she said smirking and taking another sip of wine.

“There was this one year where Samantha was about 5 and mom and dad got her the beautiful red border collie and Sam named her Ruby, she was completely in love with the puppy watching her bounce through the snow, throwing her the ball and playing fetch until about ten months later she ran away.”  

“This is meant to be happy Mulder,” she said, raising her eyebrow.  

“Wait for it I haven’t finished yet. A couple of days later she came back with a male companion scruffy looking thing. But you could tell this dogs were smitten for each other. 3 months later Ruby gave birth to a whole litter of puppies on Christmas day and Sams' face lit up all over again. But mom and dad won't be very happy about it and sold most of the litter apart from Sams favourite one. Which was red white and black proper runt of the litter but Sam loved it”

“So it was a Lady and the Tramp scenario,” She said smiling.

“Completely she even called the male dog Tramp.”

“That’s really sweet Mulder.”

“It was unless you had to shout Tramp when on a walk that got me some funny looks.”

“Oh, I bet it did,” she said laughing “But it is a really sweet story thank you for telling me”

Again she instigated the kiss by placing her lips on his. Wine forgotten about, clothed shed. Fire crackling. They spent the rest of Christmas the same way they had entered it entwining the minds, bodies and souls.

As they lay their weary heads on the pillow, wrapped up in an oversized blanket the snow fell outside the fire down to its last orange and yellow amber glow. Before falling asleep Mulder placed his lips on her red hair and whispered.

“Merry Christmas Scully.”

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[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 180

Chris

"I'm not sure what's going on." I shrug.

"How can you not know about your own life, Christopher?" Cammie snaps.

I chuckle. Trey told me to leave her alone. I forgot. Just that fast I remember and move away from her. She rolls her eyes at me as I walk away. I don't even remember what we were talking about before she got upset. I don't need her conversation. There's plenty of people to talk to.

"Want to spike the punch?"

"With water I'm hoping." Sevyn snaps looking me up and down.

I look around the room. "Are you and Cammie programmed to have the same attitudes?"

"No. You aren't supposed to be drinking. You are at a family oriented event. Plus there are kids currently at the fountain drinking punch."

"Chill. It was a joke."

"A bad one."

I sigh and change the subject. "Shall we talk about how fucking dope this party is?"

She crosses her arms. "I mean shit. Who the fuck does Disney think they are revealing? I'm like damn. I know that ice waterfall is expensive as hell."

"You being a hater?" I say kissing her cheek.

"Girl." MiMi says walking up. "Like who the fuck is Caden?"

Amber spins around looking at MiMi. "Okay. I just said that."

"They got real fucking plants, animals, and shit."

"Maybe Cammie fucked Walt Disney and that's really his baby."

I scrunch up my face. "Maybe Caden was born premature and they feel like they need to give some encouragement."

They both look at me. MiMi speaks. "The one time we need you not to speak positive you fucking open your mouth. Bitch shut up."

"Clearly we hating." Amber says then they both walk away.

"Shit." I say out loud to myself.

I go sit down next to the oversized ugly monkey. A few seconds later Lane comes over to me. He punches the monkey then looks at me. I ignore him. He stares like I'm bothering the monkey or some shit. I turn and look at him.

"What, Bitch?" he says.

"Nigga." I laugh then push his chest.

He wipes his chest off. "No touch me. This you mama."

I look at him. "Huh?"

"This you mama." he pointing at the monkey.

"Nigga that's yo mama." I laugh.

Lane keeps a straight face. "Kiss yo mama, Chris."

"Oh this little boy got jokes." I say shaking my head.

"Chris, you see that tiger? I touch it."

I look away from him. "I ain't talking to you."

"Punk." he says. "You mama this orangutan."

"Orangutan? Nigga you can't even pronounce your daddy name right but you say orangutan."

He raises his eyebrows. "You look like you mama."

I put my head on my knees laughing. Oh shit. This bad ass little boy. I look at him. He is smiling at me devilishly. This nigga only 2 the fuck he mean I look like my mama? Damn, I should have recorded him. Nobody going to believe me.

"Lane, your mama wants you." Trey says coming up.

"Yo, your son fucking talks too good for 2."

Trey nods. "Yeah. What he say to you?"

"That the monkey my mama." I cut my eyes at Trey. He laughed too hard. "Then he repeated it saying my mama was the orangutan. That wasn't enough so he said I look like my mama."

"Shut the fuck up." Trey laughs holding his stomach. "Did he really?"

I shrug. "Why would I lie?"

Trey turns and walks away. "Cammie got him saying orangutan."

"He bad."

"Yeah." Trey nods walking through the tables to Cammie.

Amber comes up. "Hey, sexy."

"Me or my mama?" I say pointing to the monkey.

"What?" she laughs.

"That's what Lane says."

She laughs then sits on my lap. "Cammie says we need to stop fucking hating. There is a table with little bear shaped sandwiches and honey combs. You know like the real bee honeycomb. Cute fucking party. Want to find a bathroom and act like we Adam and Eve after they found out what sex was?"

"What?"

"No?" she says standing up.

I stand up. "Yes."

She walks to the waterfall where MiMi was. MiMi pushes her away from her. They share a laugh then Amber comes back to me.

"MiMi wasn't down with watching."

"You did not ask her that."

Amber smiles walking away. "I swear I did. Follow me."

We walk pass an area with a mini bouncy house. King and Saint were the only ones playing on it. What the hell is Saint doing here? I look back behind me. I didn't see Kim or Kanye here.

"Oh my gosh."

"My bad." I say turning around.

We walk out into the hall. I grab her hugging her close to me. Getting mad cause she wants the dick and it's being delayed. I pull us back as she tries to walk forward. Get even more mad and heated. I beg you. She stops walking realizing I was winning. I let her go then walk forward into her. She spins around hitting me. I kiss her cheek hitting my lip.

"Shit."

"Oh good. Now you can't eat pussy for 24 hours."

I laugh. "Everyone think they funny today. Ain't shit funny."

"Right, Mr. CB." she says pulling me in another direction.

"You look sexy as hell in this dress."

"I'm not wearing anything under it." She smirks.

I start feeling on her for some. "Why not, my love?"

"Doesn't go with the outfit." she shrugs.

She dead ass serious and I'm hard ass fuck. I look around the bathroom. Cammie and Lane stop drying their hands at the same time and look at us. I smile.

"What the hell y'all doing in here?"

"They use the bathroom." Lane says throwing his paper towel away.

Cammie looks at him. "Thank you, Lane."

He giggles. "You welcome, Mommy."

"It's too crowded in here." Cammie says grabbing Lane's hand. "This is for one person. Nasty."

"You gonna touch the tiger, Mommy."

Cammie sucks her teeth. "Boy, no."

    Trey

Lane makes sure that he is the center of attention. In public he does it in a terrible way. He is demanding and cranky. At home he is wild and free. I can't deal with him and his mother. Luckily she is dealing with him. She is also dealing with her own attitude. We cut guest holding Caden short. He doesn't like going from arm to arm. Cammie says that it's the different smells. I think she is okay with nobody touching him.

"How much longer is this party?" Cammie says when I come near.

"You are the one with the schedule."

"I'm wondering why these people took the time out of their busy lives to come see my baby. What is so important about a baby? Is it just the chance to... Oh shit. Trey."

I lean down to her. "You okay, Jay?"

She smiles extra hard. It's Michelle Obama and Malia. "Hello."

"Glad I made it. This is nice."

"You just took this party to the next level." I say. "Meet Caden Elijah."

She smiles. "Awh, Lee, look at him? May I?"

Cammie stands up extra anxious. "Yes, go ahead."

"Handsome." she smiles while there are hundreds of cameras flashing and such. "Hello, Caden."

"He is cute." Malia says leaning into Michelle to see Caden.

I smile. "He being good for you. He has been mistreating everyone else. Nobody could hold him this long."

"He knows how to be a gentleman." Michelle says then look around. "Where is my buddy Lane?"

"He will not stop asking people to take him to the tiger. It's real." Cammie says pointing.

Malia turns and walks away. "No way."

"I prayed for this little guy during his hospital stay. I was thrilled to get the invitation to his reveal party. Such a cute idea. I want to hold him for hours. He is so adorable and well behaved." She gives him back to Cammie. "I know he is still new to the world. I won't hold him too long with my world germs."

"Thank you for coming." Cammie says.

I take Caden as Cammie hands him to me. He opens his eyes looking at me. In a way this party is too over the top. They have a $1000 blanket with me and the family on it. How did you get a blanket to cost so much? Must be imported or some shit. Too much. I rock Caden. He starts quivering his bottom lip. Oh Cammie better take him back. I put his pacifier in his mouth. He stares at me for a few seconds before he starts sucking it. Damn, I'm going to have two Lane's running around. The world is not ready.

"Look at these goodies." MiMi says with a washcloth.

"You carrying around shit in a washcloth?" I snap hitting her forehead.

She cuts her eyes at me then look at Caden. "Bitch, you better be glad."

"What is that?" Cammie asks.

"I was walking Forever My First Lady to the bathroom and I saw that they set up a table by the door with these."

She opens the washcloth out. There was candy in it, a piece of paper, a golden ticket, and a box. I grab the paper. It's a thank you note. The ticket was to a premiere of the Jungle Book Movie. I reach for the box but MiMi picks it up.

"It's mine so don't touch."

"What is it girl?" I snap.

She opens it. "It's mine."

I reach for it. She snaps the box closed and moves away. It was a beautiful locket with Caden's picture in it. I couldn't see if it was on a necklace or not. MiMi's ass wasn't letting me see the damn thing. Just so happen Natalie walks her happy ass pass me.

"Aye, come here. Get me one of those party things."

"The little storks with the baby?"

I nod. "If that's what it is."

"They are watching the table. You can only get one going out."

"Why?"

She shrugs. "We tried to get one. They were like are you coming back in? If so wait."

I look at MiMi. "You thief how did you get that?"

"She has one?" Natalie snaps. "Me and Teyana were trying to get one. Where is TeeTee?"

"You snitching." MiMi says grabbing her washcloth with the stuff in it.

"You camera ready?" CiCi asks walking up to us. "They want to give you a gift. Cammie you ready?"

Of course Cammie has an attitude. "We been on camera all day. What else is there to take a picture of? Like how many times you need a picture?"

"Jay, chill. We ready." I moving to her like I'm giving her Caden. "You need a quick reminder of your attitude?"

"What?"

I kiss her. "Just kidding, Jay."

A guy that works with Cammie comes up. He nods his head at her smiling too fucking hard. Motherfucker. I'm about to act out now. The fuck wrong with this white man? They love marveling over our black women. I start to say something but he moves on. He stands to the side of me and turn to the crowd.

"What a lovely family, right? Thank you all for attending this very special moment. I like to give a special thanks on behalf of Disney to the Neverson family for allowing us all to be a part of their special moment. Also on the behalf of Disney I would like to present you with this gift. As well as the beautiful family blanket hanging up and the numerous stuffed animals around the room. I'm sure Lane would love that as he has been beating them up all day."

"No say my name." Lane whispers. "Daniel."

He hears Lane say his name and look back. "As you leave be sure to grab a party favor with a special gift from Disney. Thank you again and welcome to the Disney family, Caden Elijah."

"Daniel, don't say my brother."

"Lane, would you like to say something?" he asks Lane.

Lane comes from behind Cammie and take the mic. What? I look at Cammie. Lane doesn't do anything publicly. There is no way he is about to step in front of the crowd and talk about something. What got into him?

"Hey, tiger." Lane says.

"Lane say thank you." Cammie giggles.

Lane smiles. "Thank you, tiger."

I laugh. He only wants to talk to the tiger and ignore all the people looking at him. I take the mic away from him. This boy does stuff everyday that surprises me. Like him knowing Daniel's name when I didn't remember it. Daniel has not been here long enough to talk to Lane. Daniel sits a huge basket down on a table that someone brings up.

"Thank you all for everything. The support and gifts that you gave during the rough start of Caden's life. We want to see the same turn out this summer at the epic birthday party for Lane. Same effort Daniel." I say.

He smiles then starts clapping. Caden wasn't liking that at all. I put the mic down then try to calm him down. He does for a few seconds. Cammie takes him from me.

"I'm going to feed him okay?" she says then starts kissing him. "Mommy knows. Okay. I know."

"What do Mommy say?" Lane asks me tapping my leg.

I look at him. "Bruh, you so far down there. Mommy said she going to feed Caden. Lane, you get to take the monkey home."

"The orangutan." he says like I'm stupid.

"Yeah."

He gets excited. "I go get it."

"Let me see that." I chuckle as he runs off. That thing is twice his height. "MiMi, you a bitch."

"Tremaine, you a fucking phoney ass wanna be Bryson Tiller."

Damn. I turn my back to her. She played the shit out of me. There's nothing I can call her ass to top that. I start looking though the basket. There were a few stuffed animals with Caden's name on them. There was also cookies, candy, and ribbons. It had a booklet of different premiere dates and showtimes that we could attend. I left up a bear. There's a cube with different pictures of Caden. Some of them were the pictures from the book that the doctor gave us. Others were of today. I take out another box that is about the same size as the photo box. I open it and get light headed. They about to make me cry in this bitch. A watch. No not just a watch. A fucking Mille Miglia. Fuck.

"You brought a watch?" Cammie says touching my arm. "Why are you looking at it like that?"

"I didn't buy this." I say staring at it.

She kisses my cheek. "You don't have a Mille like that."

I look at her. "How you know what it is?"

"Tremaine, I know all your dirty secrets. Who gave that to you?"

"Disney. In the box." I say closing it then opening it.

"And what does the mother of your child have?"

I make a face at her. "I did all the work."

"Shut up. Look through the thing."

I go back into the basket. There's another heavier box. I open it and smile. Cammie moves closer. I hand her the box then take Caden out of her arms. Inside the box is a gold elephant with two baby elephants at her feet. The mother was decorated with diamonds. I pick up the card.

"It says that it's handmade by some French name." I say.

"Look at this?" she says pulling something out of the basket. "How cute is this?"

I make a face at it. She giggles then hits me.

"Tremaine, it's a baby carrier and a baby bag for you."

"That looks like a bullet proof vest?"

She sits it beside the basket then take some candy out. "It's cute."

I kiss her lips. Her nasty ass pushing her candy into my mouth. I poke her side then take the candy out my mouth.

"Nasty ass."

"You only say that because we fully clothed. No nasty?"

I turn away from her. "Shut up, yo."

She touches my neck. "Eww."

"Jayla, leave me alone."

"All the way alone or a little bit alone? Like how much?"

I step away from her. "This much alone."

She laughs. "Okay, fine. Hey, over there."

I look back at her. She is talking to April. April waves at Cammie then keeps talking to some lady. I shake my head. They fake as shit. I don't know what I would do if they didn't get along majority of the time. I turn around walking up to Cammie and kissing her cheek. She puts her hands on my chest then push me away. I look down at Caden in my arms. He was blinking slow doing to sleep.

"Caden did good. Right?" I say to Cammie.

"5 seconds. You couldn't stay over there mad for 5 seconds?"

"It was more than that."

Cammie giggles. "Okay. Yes he did do good."

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Merry December

Day 4 - Story 2

Prompt: Holidays

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC (Emma)

Fandom: Supernatural

Words: 1964

Summary: Surprises come in all shapes and sizes.

Dean had been looking for the perfect gift for Emma for a month and he only had two weeks left to find it. To say he was getting desperate was an understatement. He had already bought Sam’s gift, all was left was hers and, by Chuck, was it hard. He had a pretty good idea of what he wanted, the hard part was find it.

He and Sam had just finished another hunt when, on their way back to the hotel from the local diner, he looked at an antique store’s window and he froze. That it was. The perfect gift.  Telling Sam that he would be right back, Dean walked in and asked the old lady behind the counter if it was for sale. When she said it was, he didn’t even care about the price. He told her he would take it. He had finally found Emma’s gift.

Dean is in the kitchen getting himself a mid-afternoon snack, remembering that moment, when Emma walked in, her jacket under her arm.

- “Hey babe. Going somewhere?”

- “Yep, I’m going into town with Cas. He’s staying this year for Christmas and I’m gonna go with him to buy you guys presents.” – Dean could tell she was excited by the way she talked fast and the quick kiss she gave him.

Emma pretty much had adopted Cas, being this sort of motherly figure to him. Which was kind of hilarious, considering he was hundreds of years older than her. But that’s who she was, always taking care of the people she loved.

Christmas Eve had finally arrived and they were all caught in the joy of the holidays. When he and Emma had started dating, she basically demanded that they celebrated all the holidays, to put in her words, “It will give us a sense of normalcy.”. At first all three of them had fight her on it, but, damn, can the woman be stubborn. Eventually, they gave in and agreed.

And now there they were. Sitting around the table in the library, a roasted ham in the middle of the table and all sorts of side dishes spread around the table surrounding it. He could, also, smell the intoxicating smell of home baked pie coming from the kitchen. Emma had been in the kitchen all day, preparing dinner, making sure everything was perfect for Cas’ first Christmas with them. And that right there, just made him love her even more.

Toasts were made, dinner was eaten and they were now relaxing in the couches in the library. Cas kept asking Emma about all the different traditions that people would do to celebrate Christmas and Emma, Chuck bless her, would answer to all of them, sometimes repeating herself but never losing her patience.

Pulling her close to him on the couch, Dean kissed the top of her head. She looked up and leaned towards him, giving him a sweet kiss in return, her hand over his chest. Breaking the kiss, they just stared at each other, loving looks on both their faces.

They were both brought back to reality by a questioning Castiel.

- “When do you exchange gifts, Emma?”

- “Usually, on Christmas morning, but since this is your first Christmas, if everyone agrees, maybe we could exchange them tonight?” – Emma answered him, a smile on her lips, before turning towards Dean and Sam to see if they were okay with the idea. Both of them had no problem in exchanging gifts early, after all they always made their own traditions.

Sam went first. For Dean, he had bought a very expensive, top of the line, car wax for the Impala. He knew how much he loved that car, almost as much as he loved Emma. Then, it was Cas’ turn. It took a while for Sam to find the perfect gift for him, but he found it. He was in a library when he came across this book. It was a book on human behavior. “Perfect.”, Sam had thought with a chuckle. Maybe now Cas wouldn’t bombard Emma with so many questions.

And, last but not least, Emma. Emma was a challenge. He never knew what to get her, not even for her birthday. Sam would ask her a million questions but would always come up empty. That was until a few weeks ago. He was looking through some photos on his computer, when Emma came into the room and saw a photo they had taken. It was a simple photo: just her, Dean, Sam and Cas, leaning against the Impala. She had asked a kid to take the photo and paid him 20 bucks for it. But the look on her face now, looking at it… That’s when he realized what her present was gonna be. Sam had printed it and framed it in a beautiful white frame. That was what she was holding in that moment. She gave him a tight hug and thanked him, saying that she loved it.

Dean was next. He started with Sam. He knew his brother was this big tech nerd, so he knew he had to get him something tech related. Surfing online, he came across this add for a smart watch. It was supposed to work as a wrist smartphone and he knew that was just something up Sam’s alley. The look on his brother face was priceless. Sam couldn’t believe that Dean would think of getting something that techy. Hugging Sam close, Dean moved on to Cas.

For Cas, it was fairly simple. He knew Cas needed some real-world experience, so what better way to get it than with a gift certificate to a gentleman’s club. Cas looked confused and when Dean explained it to him, it earned him a slap on the arm from Emma. He even volunteered Sam to go with Cas, which was returned with Sam’s famous bitch face.

Dean saved the best for last. Emma. Giving the small box to her, he couldn’t wait to see her reaction. Emma opened the box and her eyes went wide. Inside was an antique gold locket. She had mention how she had always wanted one and Dean had been desperately looking for one. When she opened it, she smiled. In there, was a picture of the two of them, taken not that long ago. She kissed him tenderly and thanked him, saying that she loved it. He took it from her and put it around her neck. It fitted perfectly.

Now it was Cas’ turn. Emma looked at him and nodded, telling him that it was his turn. Cas gave Sam his gift first. It was the complete collection of the Supernatural series, signed by Chuck. Emma and Dean couldn’t help laughing at Sam’ expression. Cas looked a bit confused but when Sam thanked and hugged him, he knew he had done well.

Then, it was Dean. Cas excused himself and heard Emma chuckling. She knew what his gift for Dean was and she explained to him, that considering what it was, it was a bit funny. Cas returned to the library carrying a dozen roses. “The man said you buy them for someone that you would go to Hell and back for. I found it fitting.”, Cas told Dean, who had a dumbfounded expression on his face. Cas could hear Sam trying to hide the laughter and failing miserably. Emma, after calming down from laughing so hard, explain to him that flowers are usually gifted to women. Not that men couldn’t get them, but it wasn’t as usual. Dean just shrugged and pulled Cas into a one arm hug and thanked him. Cas had one more gift to give, but he was saving it for later.

It was Emma’s turn. She decided to start with Cas. She had seen this little man’s bracelet that had a set of wings on it and immediately thought of her favorite angel. Giving the small box to the angel, she wasn’t sure what he would make of it, but the look on his face told her that he loved it. Helping him putting it on, she quickly found herself wrapped in a tight hug. Cas thanked her and spent the rest of the time admiring it.

Then it was Sam’s turn. For Sam, it was a no brainer. She had been bidding on an auction and a few days before she managed to win. It was a first edition of an obscure lore book that she had heard Sam say he was missing. Once he unwrapped the gift, she saw Sam’s face going from shock to happiness at his gift. He never thought she would go as far as tracking that thing down and actually buy it. Apparently, their second father, Bobby, had one and was lost when his house burned down. Sam thought it had been lost forever. He got up from his seat and pulled her up into a bear hug. Kissing the top of her head and thanking her, he went back to his seat and started looking over the book.

Finally, it had come to Dean’s turn. She had this one made specially for him. Emma handed a medium size box to Dean and waited. Dean pulled the top of the box and, after removing the loose paper that was on top, he just froze. Looking very slowly back at Emma, she could see he had tears in his eyes when he asked her if she was serious. When she nodded her head in confirmation that she wasn’t joking, tears in her eyes as well, he picked her up and kissed her passionately.

Sam looked confused at his brother. Looking over at Cas, expecting to see the same look on his face, he was surprised to see that Cas had a sweet and kind smile on his face. Asking Dean what was wrong, all that Dean did was point to the box Emma had just given him. Grabbing the box off of the couch, Sam looked stunned and overwhelmed. Inside was a tiny baby onesie that said, in bold letters, “My dad’s a hunter”. Sam looked back at Emma, who in return asked him if he was ready to be an uncle. He couldn’t help the tears that fell down his face, pulling her into a tight hug.

Suddenly, Cas spoke.

- “The day we went to buy Sam and Dean’s gifts, I realized I needed to buy you one, as well. I also already knew that you were expecting, so I asked for help to this little old lady and she recommended this.”

Cas handed over the last gift. Emma’s gift. Emma had told him not to worry about getting her a gift, that his presence there was all the gift she wanted, but he still felt the need to buy her something. Cas saw Emma opening the small box and the way her eyes wrinkled when she laughed at what was inside. The little old lady had told him that, when babies were little, mothers would often say that they were little angels, even when they weren’t. So, she recommended a onesie that said in big and bold letters “I’m an angel”.

The irony of the saying on the onesie didn’t escape them, that’s why they all laughed. Having an angel, an actual angel, give a onesie with that saying written in it, was funny to say the least. Emma took a look around. Dean had the biggest smile, already making plans with Sam and Cas for when the baby comes. Her eyes locked with Cas and all she could do was mouth a “Thank you”, before more tears of happiness spilled from her eyes. This Christmas wouldn’t be the same if he wasn’t there to share the happiness that a baby always brought.

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SERVERTALE Chapter 17: Twice upon a time

Ne: We need to be ready. Slasher: Oh, come on. We fight those idiots almost every day. Do you really think that they will be a threat. Ne: Listen, Frisk is almost at the end of the Computerworld probably. When she starts activating the portal, it will send a beam up into the sky, which will attract unwanted attention. Amy: Are you saying that both Cobra and Ramirez will show up? Ne: Exactly. Slasher: Still. We can handle Cobra and I haven’t seen Ramirez fight once. He’ll probably be an easy target. Amy: I don’t think that he would be leading the sentinels if he was just another soldier. Ne: Not to mention that the elites are stronger than before. Slasher: Alright. Lets hear your plan. Ne: Firstly, we need to have a backup plan if someone gets taken down. We will be defending the portal on the mountain. If I get get beaten, you shall take my spot and let one of Kris’ soldiers take yours. You’ll need to stick to cover, since there will be a lot of enemy firepower. Engage Cobra from distance while he’s distracted and use the hook of you grapple to your advantage. Cobra’s weak spots are his hands, that’s where his armor is weakest. Amy will use the camera system to help you out. Amy: What if something happens to him? Ne: I’ll just have to defend his and mine stop at the same time. Slasher: You might be fast, but you’re definitely not that fast. Ne: I know, but that’s the best we’ve got. We have dozens of soldiers while they have hundreds, remember? Slasher: You got a point there. Ne: I will keep Ramirez and Cobra distracted while you take out their soldiers. Bring any firepower necessary, the whole place will probably be a warzone. Slasher: I like the sound of that. Ne and Amy look at him surprised. Slasher: I mean the guns part. Warzone is bad. Ne: I’ll help you out when possible, but You’re gonna have to do most of the work. If I say to fall back, I’ll create a shield that will provide you cover. Plan A is aggressive defense. Plan B is moving behind cover and fighting from there. Plan C is any means necessary and we move back all the way to the portal. Hopefully we won’t need a plan to replace C. Understood? Amy: Crystal clear.  Slasher: I’m gonna go check on my weaponry. Slasher exits the house. Amy: Are you really sure about this. Ne: To be honest, no, I’m not, but this is the only chance we have. You can’t fight, and I’m not sure how much can we rely on Kris’ squad. Amy: Why? Ne: They work within the law, which means that they still answer to normal authority, which can be easily bought. Amy: I see your point. Ne: Basically, it is up to me and Slasher to secure the portal. Amy: Is it really okay for me to stay here? I mean, I’m kinda using your house and food here. Ne: Of course it is. I don’t need food and I like having you around. Amy: Good to know. Ne: Are you feeling better by the way? Amy: Well, I am tired, but I generally feel better. Ne: You should sleep. Resting will restore your energy better than I can. Amy: Alright.  Ne gets up and starts to walk away but Amy grabs his hand. Amy: Uhhh, could you maybe... stay here? It feels awkward for me to sleep here if you’re not here. Ne: Well... I’ll stay if you want me to. Amy: Yeah, I’d like that. Ne takes off his helmet and places it on the floor, before sitting back on the couch next to her. Ne: Ok. Then, I’ll stay right here. Amy: Thank you... for taking care of me. Ne: Any time. Frisk is walking through the final room of the core. Chara: We’re almost there. Asgore’s throne room isn’t too far now. Suddenly, a shadow nears Frisk. She looks back, only to see a purple cloak, without anyone inside it. Chara: Riverperson? What are they doing here? Riverperson: Tra la la... The human reaches the throne, but the risks have only grown. Frisk: What do you mean? Riverperson: What your new friends said is not true. Lied, or uninformed, it does not matter. They say that for the piece or King has will. But he will not hesitate to kill. Frisk: But everyone said that he is friendly. I don’t want to fight anymore! Riverperson turns around. Riverperson: Be careful when your next move you choose. Your life we do not want to lose. Tra la la... Before Frisk had the chance to ask any more questions, the mysterious cloak already floated away. Frisk: Who... Who was that? Chara: Riverperson is the transporter for monsters. They own a magic half boat, half cat. No one really knows what they are. Frisk: Can we trust them? Chara: While no one knows a lot about them, there are two facts known to everyone: They know everything and if they wanted you dead... Well, we wouldn’t have been talking now. Frisk: Oh... So I will have to fight Asgore. Chara: Come on, we can’t stay here for too long. Frisk: But what will happen now? Chara: Only time will tell. Lets move. Frisk goes in the elevator and selects the next floor. As she walks out of the elevator when it reaches the location, she is amazed by the next room. It is completely white, and behind a window, the hole city of monsters can be seen, homes and roads made out of black metal and blue light shining everywhere. The black sky is brightened by the lights of the endless city. She wishes that she could just stay here and enjoy the view. When she thinks about it, staying in the Computerworld wouldn’t be bad at all. She already made some friends, and she is sure that with the help of Sans and Mettaton, others would start to like her as well. But she knows that she can’t be selfish. She got here for monsters and Chara, and she plans to get them out. Chara: Are you alright? Frisk: Just enjoying the view. While I can Frisk reaches a house that looks exactly the same to Toriel’s... Ignoring that this one is in way much better condition. Chara: This was our... this was their home when things were better. Frisk goes into the living room. Chara: We would eat on that table and Toriel would read us her books later on at that chair. Suddenly, froggits appear in front of Frisk. She gets in a battle stance, but they don’t attack. Instead, they start talking. “A long time ago, a human fell into the ruins.” “Injured by its fall, the human called out for help.” Chara: That’s... they are talking about me. The froggits go away, letting Frisk continue exploring the house. She goes into the kitchen. After checking the kitchen, she finds a key and takes it. As she passes through the living room again, whimsuns fly in and continue the story. “Asriel, the king’s son, heard the human’s call.”   “He brought the human back to the castle.” Chara: Heh, I remember how he offered his help without hesitation. Frisk goes through the hallway and enters the room in which Asriel and Chara lived in. She finds two presents, neatly rapped in boxes with ribbons. Chara: Open the first present. Frisk opens the box and sees a heart shaped locket inside. Chara: Take it. Frisk reads the small writing on the locket. Best Friends Forever Frisk: Chara, I can’t wear this. It was your present. Chara: But I want you to wear it. Please, he would have liked you more anyway.  Frisk: Fine, but only for you. Frisk puts on the locket and exits the room, leaving the other gift behind. As she keeps walking through the hallway, she encounters a row of moldsmals “Over time, Asriel and the human became like siblings.” Chara: How silly I was, hoping that I would get him to meet you one day. “The King and Queen treated the human child as their own.” “The underground was full of hope.” Chara: Until I took it away from them. Frisk keeps on walking. Frisk: It was not your fault. Chara: You didn’t hear the full story yet. I became greedy... Reckless. Frisk walks in front of a mirror. Chara: But look at you. Despite everything, it’s still you. The same caring, peaceful, kind Frisk I’ve met years ago. Frisk blushes softly. Frisk: It’s hard. Chara: I know. Frisk takes another key and starts walking back. She unlocks the chain and goes downstairs. Two migosps appear. “Then... One day...” “The human became very ill” Chara’s voice becomes a little shaky. Chara: They all cared about me so much. After them, three vegetoids wait for Frisk to come closer. “The sick human had only one request.” “To see their friend on the surface” Frisk: Me? Chara: I was so persistent. “But there was nothing we could do.” As Frisk passes the vegetoids, two loox appear. “The next day.” “The next day.” “...” “The human died.” Chara stays quiet. Frisk walks into two snowdrakes. “Asriel, wracked with grief, absorbs the human’s soul.” “He transformed into a being with incredible power.” Frisk goes around the snowdrakes and sees icecaps ahead. “With the human soul, Asriel crossed through the barrier.” “He carried the human’s body into the sunset.” “Back to the city of the humans.” Chara: We... we were so close. Three woshuas wait behind a corner. “Asriel reached the entrance to the city.” “He knew that he was getting closer to the human’s friend.” “He kept carrying the human.” Behind the woshuas, shyrens await. “Suddenly, a loud noise rang out.” “Two powerful wizards saw Asriel holding the human’s body.” “They thought that he had killed the child.” Three dummies peacefully stand behind the shyrens. “The humans attacked him with everything they had.” “He was struck with blow after blow.” “Asriel had the power to fight them.” Madjick and Knight knight stand together, continuing the story. “But...” “Asriel did not fight back.” “Clutching the human...” “Asriel walked away.” For the first time, Frisk finds a weird type of froggits, which are more armored than the original ones. “Wounded, Asriel stumbled home.” “He entered the castle and collapsed.” “His dust spread across the garden.” This was the breaking point for Chara, as she sobs softly. Armored whimsuns approach. “The kingdom fell into despair.”  “The king and queen had lost two children in one night.” “The humans had once again taken everything from us. Chara: It was me! I-I d-did this to t-t-them. Frisk becomes overwhelmed, by Chara’s sadness and the story itself. Three Astigmatisms hover nearby. “The king decided it was time to end our suffering.” “Every human who falls down here must die.” “With enough souls, we can shatter the barrier forever.” When Frisk passes them, she notices moldsmall, loox and migosp standing together. “It’s not long now.” “King Asgore will let us go.” “King Asgore will give us hope.” “King Asgore will save us all.” Pyrope and to vulkins wait behind. “You should be smiling, too.” “Aren’t you excited?” “Aren’t you happy?” One last froggit appears, and before he hops away, he says one sentence that completely breaks Chara. You’re going to be free. Chara starts crying, not being able to continue. Frisk sits down. Frisk: We don’t have to continue right away. Lets take a break. We could both use it. Frisk and Chara sit in silence for a few minutes, before they start going again. They reach the next room. It is completely made out of blue metals, shining and bouncing light everywhere. The windows have the Delta Rune symbol on them. Even with all the light, a figure far up ahead is still dark. Frisk uses a savepoint, before approaching the figure. As she gets closer, she realizes that it is Sans. Bells ring out through the room. Sans starts talking, but in a completely different voice. Sans: So you finally made it. The end of your journey is at hand. In a few moments,you will meet the king. Together... You will determine the future of this world. That’s then. Now. You will... you will... ah, forget it. Sans’ voice returns back to normal. Sans: listen, kid. i was supposed to judge you, but you two have already passed through enough already.  you were amazing. you didn’t hurt a single monster. you avoided getting love and exp. Frisk: But weren’t those supposed to make me more powerful? Sans: power helps to live, but it also destroys. love and exp are acronyms. they stand for level of violence and execution points. Frisk: Oh... Sans: yeah. good thing you dodged that. Frisk: But what do I do Sans? Sans: what? Frisk: I don’t ant to kill Asgore... But I don’t want to die either.  Sans: you can always not fight him and stay here with us. i know that we don’t have much, but you would be safe. Sans reminds Frisk of her fight with Toriel, only bringing back more painful memories. Frisk: I have to pass through Asgore if I want to break the barrier. Sans: you’re right. that only leaves one option. Sans sighs, tiredly. Sans: i can’t believe i’m doing this. Frisk: Doing what? Sans: I’m about to betray the whole kingdom. Frisk: What?! Chara is equally surprised. Sans: Come on. I’m gonna try to talk Asgore out from fighting you. Frisk: Are you sure you want to do this? Sans: You did so much for us already. This is the least I can do for you. Sans and Frisk start walking to the next room. Chara: I can’t believe that he’s actually going to do this. Sans: i said that i was going to protect you. Chara: Wait, you can hear me? Sans: and see you. Frisk: You have so much explaining to do if we get through this, Sans: a skeleton never reveals his secrets. Chara: Pfft, is that a rule or something? Sans: well, actually, all of the previous members of the font family had a lot of secrets. no wonder that only a few of us are left. Frisk, Sans and CHara reach the end of the corridor. Sans: this is it. remember, stay determined. All of them enter the throne room. They see Asgore watering flowers. Asgore hears them approaching.  Asgore: Dum dee dum... Oh? Is someone there? Just a moment! I have almost finished watering these flowers. Chara: He always loved doing that. Asgore: ...Here we are! Asgore slowly turns around and sees Frisk and Sans, standing in front of him. Shocked, he takes a step back. Asgore: Oh. Sans: heya asgore. Asgore: Sans? Did you escort the human all the way here? Sans: nah, she got here on her own, i just now found her. Asgore: I so badly want to say, “would you like a cup of tea?”. But... you know how it is. Sans: actually, about that... Asgore: Yes? Sans: i think... you shouldn’t fight the human. Asgore: What? Sans: she’s harmless. Asgore: Sans... You do understand that the human has the last soul needed for us to be free? Sans: i will find a different way.  Asgore: Why do you want to protect that human so much? Sans: don’t you see? i watched her whole journey. she didn’t hurt anyone, and judging by her skills, she could have easily defeated most of the underground if she wanted to. Asgore: Peaceful, or not, there is a law against humans. Sans: well, i guess you’re just gonna have to change it. Asgore creates his red trident. Asgore: Protecting a human is treason, Sans. Please... Do not make me fight you. Sans creates his bone staff and defensively holds it in front of Frisk. Sans: if that’s what it takes, than that’s what i’m gonna do. Asgore: In that case, goodbye, my old friend. Asgore raises his trident, ready to attack. Sans holds on to his staff, while making sure that Frisk is behind him. Suddenly, small bullets circle Asgore and they all hit him, knocking him down. Chara: NO! Sans: asgore! Sans drops his bone staff and runs to him. Before he even has the chance to check Asgore’s soul, Asgore’s body already turns to dust. One final bullet flies in, breaking Asgore’s soul into pieces. Chara is completely frozen, not knowing what to do. Sans: that... wasn’t me. Frisk quickly looks around, full of fear, trying to find the attacker. Flowey suddenly pops out of the ground, scaring Frisk. Sans: flowey. Flowey: You idiots. You haven’t learned a thing... All the souls the monsters have gathered so far start circling Flowey. Flowey: In this world... It’s KILL or BE killed Flowey’s face melts as he absorbs the souls. Everything starts falling apart. The Computerworld is breaking as it becomes darker, more glitched than before. Sans: i got this, just gimme a second. Sans opens the console and starts messing with the code. He quickly eliminates the viruses Flowey was trying to use to tear the Computerworld apart. Sans: ok, i’ve managed to stabilize the computerworld, but he still has the control.  Darkness is everywhere. Suddenly, bright lights turn on, showing a picture with a monster resembling a loox and a human from older times with text. Long ago, two races ruled over Earth: HUMANS and MONSTERS One day... The picture suddenly glitches out, deforming the monster and the human they all disappeared without a trace. Everything is gone gain. Sans summons Frisk’s soul and uses her console. Flowey     LV 9999     9999:99 My World    Continue     Restart Frisk finally breaks the silence with a shaky voice Frisk: What’s going on? Sans: he has the control. he has the save... he has everything. Frisk: You sounded like you knew him. Did you fight him before? If so, you know how to beat him, right? Sans: i fought him countless times, but never like this. he is more powerful now than he has ever been. Chara: What do we do now? Sans: the only thing we can. fight for this world. Sans selects continue. Suddenly, a save star appears in the distance. Frisk slowly walks to it, while Sans watches her surroundings, being really careful, since the only light sources in the area are his and Frisk’s suits, the star and her glow stick. Frisk attempts to use the save star. As the console opens, it starts glitching, before it completely crashes. Behind it, Flowey’s huge face lights up on a screen. Flowey: Howdy! It’s me, Flowey. Flowey the flower! I owe you a huge thanks. You really distracted that old fool. Without you, I never could have gotten such an easy shot. But now, with your help... He’s dead. And I’ve got the humans souls. The screen turns off, before turning back on seconds after. Flowey: Boy! I’ve been empty for so long... It feels great to have a soul inside me again... Mmmm, I can feel them wriggling... Aww, you’re feeling left out, aren’t you? Well, that’s just perfect. After all, I only have six souls. I still need one more... Before I become god. And then, with my newfound powers... Monsters. Humans. Everyone. I’ll show them all the real meaning of this world. Sans opens Frisk’s console to check the older save file, but doesn’t find anything. Flowey: Oh, and forget about escaping to your old save file. It’s gone forever. But don’t worry.  Your old friend Flowey... Has worked out a replacement for you! I’ll save over your own death. So you can watch me tear you to bloody pieces... Over, and over, and over... Sans steps in front of Frisk. Sans: do you really think i’m gonna let that happen? Flowey: ...What? Do you really think you can stop me? Hee hee hee... You really are an idiot, trashbag. All of the souls are summoned in a circle, while a huge beast starts approaching, radiating a blood red light across the area. As it gets closer, its disgusting body gets visible, standing tall, made out of plantlike body mass and metal armor everywhere, a flat screen instead of a head and bellow it a four eyed creature with a sideways mouth. On the screen, his intimidating face shows up and he starts laughing like a maniac. Omega Flowey attacks. He starts shooting out razor sharp blades out of the eyes. Sans blocks all of the blades with his staff, while Frisk stays behind him. Two flamethrowers on top of his pipes activate. Frisk and Sans jump back, avoiding the fire. Some of Flowey’s vines rush forward. Sans moves aside, pulling Frisk with him. Frisk gets an idea. She takes her phone and uses the blaster to fire a shot at Flowey. If there was any damage, than it was way too small to be visible. One of the tubes around the eyes lights up in cyan, as Flowey uses one of the souls for more powerful attacks. He summons giant knives circling around Frisk and Sans. They carefully move between the knives, until the soul breaks free and turns the knives into healing magic. Flowey creates multiple bombs in the air, which start falling down. Sans quickly fires a barrage of bones, destroying the bombs. Flowey uses the next soul, creating huge hands which he uses in an attempt to crush his opponents. Sans keeps opening portals and guiding Frisk to the other side. Soon, Flowey looses control over the soul and it gets free. Flowey stabs one of his arms into the ground, while his vines shoot forward to Frisk and Sans. While Sans is busy blocking the attacks from front, the underground arm sends vines to dig up behind them. As the vines reach the surface and rush towards Sans and Frisk, they are stopped when a blue sword cuts them multiple times. Surprised by the sound, Sans and Frisk quickly look back, to see Papyrus. Sans: papyrus?! what are you doing here? Papyrus and Sans keep talking while they block attacks from Flowey. Papyrus: THE HUMAN AND I WERE SUPPOSED TO VISIT UNDYNE, BUT SHE NEVER SHOVED UP. I WENT TO LOOK FOR HER AND SAW YOU FIGHTING THIS THING. SANS, WHAT IS GOING ON? Sans: we’re trying to save the world. i’ll protect the kid, you take care of the abomination. Another soul starts glowing. Papyrus shoots up a long bone from the ground bellow him, lifting himself up all the way to Flowey’s height. From that level of height, Papyrus sees the full room. A strange light fills the room. Twilight is shining through the barrier. It seems The battle has just started. As Frisk sees the skeleton brothers protecting her, she is filled with determination. Sans takes care of blocking Flowey’s attacks, and Papyrus leaps from the bone with his sword, landing on the activated tube and stabs his sword in it, freeing the soul early. He continues to swiftly drop down, his landing cracking the floor below him. Flowey sends a bunch of pellets on Sans and Frisk, while he tries to crush Papyrus with his arm. Sans’ eyesockets go dark and in his left eyesocket, an incomplete blue circle of energy lights up, as he blocks all of the pellets with speed to fast to track. As he stops moving, his eyesockets go back to normal. Papyrus jumps out of the way of Flowey’s attack and uses the chance to cut the now trapped arm. One of the pellets breaks apart into more tiny pieces, cutting Papyrus. Flowey uses another soul. While Sans makes sure Frisk isn’t gonna get hit, Papyrus jumps on the grounded arm and runs all the way up to the soul tube and cuts it open, making all of the attacks disappear. Flowey tries to bring them off their balance, by resetting a few seconds back, but Frisk and Sans remember what’s going to happen next, while Papyrus can’t be attacked in his current position. Papyrus jumps down, exposing himself to Flowey’s attacks. Flowey tries to hit him, but papyrus blocks all of the attacks. Sans and Frisk use that moment to open fire on Flowey, noticeably damaging his screen. Flowey turns his attention to Sans and Frisk again and launches more blades at them. Both Sans and Papyrus raise a wall of bones from the ground, effectively blocking most of them. One blade gets through and grazes Frisk’s shoulder. Sans looks back at her worried, but even tho her shoulder is bleeding, she stays focused. Flowey uses the next soul. Huge fireballs start falling from above. Sans’ special eye lights up again when he creates a huge portal that leads to a few meters above Flowey. All of the fireballs fall on him, slightly burning him. Sans then summons Papyrus’ soul and turns it blue. Sans: paps! get ready to land! Sans changes the gravitational pull of papyrus’ soul, making him fall into the portal, which leads him to the top of Flowey. Papyrus makes a soft landing, before jumping down on the tube and breaking it, and then falling all the way down to ground level. Flowey throws more bombs, but All three of them shoot the bombs. After more attacks, Flowey finally uses the last soul, creating a handgun. He fires the weapon and huge bullets start flying towards Sans and Frisk. Sans quickly turns Frisk’ soul blue and pushes her aside, while he uses his staff to launch himself over the bullets. Papyrus uses the bullets as platforms, jumping from one to the other all the way to the last soul tube. Papyrus jumps next to it, cutting it in the air and falling back down. Flowey looses control over the last soul. All of the last souls start circling around Sans, Frisk and Papyrus, before healing all of their injuries. All of the magic armor the souls were giving Flowey disappeared, leaving him without defense. Flowey starts randomly using all of the attacks, while his opponents start attacking together. Papyrus uses his sword to cut off any nearby part of Flowey, Sans keeps creating bones and firing them off at Flowey and Frisk uses her phone blaster. Flowey knows that all of them are using their maximum potential for fighting techniques, so  he does the same thing. Combining his attacks, Flowey sends bombs, pellets, blades and vines flying everywhere. While Sans might not be able to do much damage to Flowey, He is more than able to perfectly block all of Flowey’s attacks. After some time of defending and attacking, they finally overcharge Flowey. Flowey: No... NO! This can’t be happening!! You... You... Flowey loads his save file all the way to the beginning of the battle. Flowey: You idiots. Flowey’s mouth suddenly opens, firing off a beam of energy so fast that neither Sans or Frisk had time to react, disintegrating both of them. Not a second after their death, Flowey loads the file again and impales them. He keeps loading the file and using those same two attacks. He circles them both tightly with his pellets, not giving Sans enough room to create a portal. Flowey: He hee hee. Did you really think... You could defeat me!? I am the god of this world. Chara: Sans, what do we do? Sans: i... i don’t know. i don’t think there’s a way out of this one. Frisk: There has to be! Flowey: You’re hopeless. Not even your worthless friend can save you now.  Call for help. I dare you. Cry into the darkness! See what good it doe you! Frisk takes a deep breath and focuses. She lifts her soul into the air and it brightly shines, calling out the other souls. Nothing happens. Flowey: Boy! What a shame. Nobody else is going to see you two die! The pellets slowly start to get close, before they disappear. Frisk looks questionably at Sans. Sans: That wasn’t me. Chara: Not me either. Flowey: What? How’d you...? Well, I’ll just- Console with the save file opens up. A row of numbers is written all over it. 01001100 01001111 01000001 01000100 00100000 01000110 01000001 01001001 01001100 01000101 01000100  Flowey: Wh... Where are my powers!? The souls answer Frisk’s call and burst from the tubes. Flowey: The souls...? What are they doing? Sans: i guess you could say... they had a change of heart. The souls start attacking Flowey, slowly taking him apart.  Flowey screams in fear as he tries to force the souls, but they don’t listen. The souls destroy his omega form, leaving him in his flower body, cut and burned. Frisk aims her phone blaster at Flowey for a few seconds, but when she sees that he is too weak to do anything, she lowers the phone, sparing him. Sans created one sharp bone, prepared to stab the broken flower, but Frisk stops him. Frisk: Don’t be like him. Flowey weakly speaks. Flowey: What are you doing? Do you really think I’ve learned anything from this? No. Frisk: Maybe not now... but you might soon. Flowey: Sparing me won’t change anything. Frisk: Neither will killing you. Flowey: Killing me is the only way to end this. Frisk: I’ll make a new way. Flowey: If you let me live... I’ll come back.  Sans: we’ll be ready. Flowey: I’ll kill you. Frisk: You won’t. Flowey: I’ll kill everyone. I’ll kill everyone you love. Frisk: I’m not gonna change my mind Flowey. Sans: sorry, looks like it’s your lucky day, because i trust her. and if she says there’s hope for you, you’re gonna live for now. Flowey looses his smile. Frisk and Sans’ mercy is only rubbing their victory further in his face. Flowey: ...Why? ... Why are you being... so nice to me? Frisk: I believe you can do better. Flowey: I can’t understand. I can’t understand! I just can’t understand... Flowey burrows into the ground and escapes. Chara: What happens now? Dad is dead and we lost the souls. There’s nothing left. Sans: well, not entirely. Frisk: What do you mean? Sans: That power Flowey used to turn back time. you have it as well. now, normally, i really wouldn’t like this, but it’s the only chance we have. Chara: What are you saying? Sans: you need to reset all the way back to the entrance of the throne room. as much as i remember, papyrus said that you should have met undyne with him. if you would get her to like you, maybe we can convince asgore to spare you. i mean, me and papyrus already have your back, but we need more support. i suggest we gather everyone. me as a judge, undyne as the captain of the royal guard, papyrus as the second captain, alphys as the royal scientist, mettaton as the celebrity and toriel as the queen. if we all protest asgore’s decision, he won’t be able to deny us, without us, he has nothing. Frisk: It’s worth a shot. Chara: Not like we can do anything else. Sans: alright, we’ll go with that. but remember, me and papyrus will have no memories of this ever happening, so you’ll have to remind me. i might not believe you, so just in case, use the codeword “seventeen”. got it? Frisk: Yes, I’m ready. Sans: ok, i’ll guide you through. Sans opens her console and finds the save file. he selects it. Sans: ready? Frisk: Yes. Sans: remember, we’re all counting on you kid. stay determined and have fun jumping through time. Sans presses the load button. 01001100 01001111 01000001 01000100 00100000 01010011 01010101 01000011 01000011 01000101 01010011 01010011 01000110 01010101 01001100  Prologue Chapter 16 Chapter 18

[thirstyfortom]

High School Band AU: Ch. 12

Your cheeks hurt, how long will you have to keep this smile on your face? As you grin to every visitor, you wonder if people are buying it, you definitely aren’t as you’ve been avoiding any mirror ever since you got to the professions fair at school.

Smiling, being polite, handing flyers and answering the most stupid questions like they are the most brilliant statements you’ve ever heard, that’s basically your role as a volunteer. Well, it’s better than staying under the same booth for the whole afternoon, following the professionals like their personal puppies. And it’s definitely better than dealing with all the hard work like setting up tents and carrying boxes up and down the hallways. Well, not really, you wouldn’t mind doing this… as long as Zen wasn’t doing the same.

Yes, you’re not exactly comfortable around Zen after what happened at Jumin’s party. It was a different kind of discomfort that you would feel around him when you two met officially, it was something more like… being nervous for messing things up when a celebrity is by your side, now it’s more like avoiding him in order to not be lectured by a jealous big brother.

Seriously, you’re so mad this isn’t even worth a flashback. To put it blunt, Zen yelled at you when he caught you hugging Jumin. “Don’t let him fool you! He’s a two-faced jerk!” “Have you forgotten that day when he wanted to punch me?” “What do you think you’re doing, MC?” were just a few things you could recall from his lecture. Things that made your blood boil and tell him to mind his own business.

Were you harsh to him? Yes. Could you have been harsher? Also yes. Because, really, what does Zen know about anything? It was an innocent hug from a very emotional you, there was nothing lewd about it, it wasn’t even romantic, for that matter. So, honestly, Zen should get his mind out of the gutter and never try to scold you again like he has the right to!

“Wow, easy there, MC!” he says, getting his hand all wet due to water dripping from the bottle you crush in anger. “The bottle has no fault in this.” He smiles, getting really flustered as you don’t smile back. “Hey, uhm… I gotta talk to you, MC.”

“Of course, sir. What working field would you be interested?”

“What? No, MC, this is…”

“The arts and human sciences related professions are in the left booths, the exact sciences related are in the right, there are also biological related professions if you walk ahead. Anything else I can help you with?”

“You could stop ignoring me, MC.”

“I’m not ignoring you, Zen, I’m working. Shouldn’t you be doing the same?”

“There’s nothing else for me to do until the fair ends and I need to help setting down the tents.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty obvious you have nothing else to do rather than bother me.”

“Ah, come on,  babe. I… uush!” he backs away when you shove a bunch of fliers against his chest.

“Don’t ‘babe’ me and help me with these, then.”

“Okay, then you’ll talk to me about what happened?”

“There’s nothing else to talk, Zen. You saw a situation that you got totally out of context and jumped into your conclusions, yelling at me like I was stupid.”

“That was not my intention, MC. I was just worried because you don’t know Jumin that much, you don’t know who you’re dealing with.”

“Oh, like you’re the one to talk!”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re not totally honest with me either, Zen. Giving me that ‘my skin would never be too thick for you, babe’ and not even telling me you got expelled from your previous school? That you can totally flunk this year?”

“How do you know that?”

“Well, I definitely haven’t heard from you. And look, I’m not judging you, I don’t know what’s happening in your life right now, but… you act like you’re so perfect, Zen, so virtuous, and you didn’t even tell me about this after saying you could feel vulnerable around me? And then you yell at me for no reason?”

“I get what you’re saying, MC, but it’s not that simple, believe me. I don’t want to drag you to my mess with my family, and I don’t want you to drag yourself to Jumin’s mess.”

“And what would be this Jumin’s mess you keep talking about?”

“I… I can’t tell you… I…”

“Because you don’t trust me.”

“No, it’s not because of this, MC. I trust you… I just think you’re too young to deal with some stuff and…”

“You didn’t think I was too young to get me into a bar, Zen. And you didn’t think I was too young when you flirted with me at the nursery. So tell me, I’m a child just when things get serious, but I’m not a child when you…” you look around, making sure people aren’t listening “want to get into my pants?”

He widens his eyes and blushes furiously, his reactions makes you flinch for a moment.

“You really are too young to understand, MC.”

“And you are a hypocrite!”

You grab the fliers back from his hands and walk away from there, stomping and fighting the urge to look back if he kept that shocked expression.

This is what happens when you decide to be harsher. And maybe that is the reason you should never be.

Well, it’s not like he was right in this either. He was being a hypocrite, and he had no right to tell what to do if he won’t even come clean about whatever Jumin is doing that could be so wrong. At this point, you even doubt if there is a thing Jumin could have done wrong, look at the guy. He talks like a robot, wanders around his father’s parties being treated like a gigolo and a bro by the most superficial people you’ve ever seen, and… he can be really sweet when comforting someone. That’s quite a surprise, a very good one.

You’re not even that uncomfortable being around him anymore, well, maybe a little, because you don’t want to mess things up with him, but that’s progress considering you used to get uncomfortable by being sure the guy would make you practice your singing skills until you could feel the taste of the blood from your vocal chords in your mouth.

Yes, things are different with him now. So it wouldn’t be a problem if you decide to do some small talk to him when you spot him behind one of the booths, drinking water all alone.

Oh, but he’s not alone. There is someone else you’re not seeing there, all you can see is a… locket of golden hair moving due to the breeze. Hum…

“This has to stop, Rika.”

“Jumin… I…”

“What if V finds out? We’ll be both in big trouble, you know that.”

“I know, and the last thing I want is to hurt V. So do you, right?”

You hear him sighing.

“Yes, of course.”

“So you won’t tell him anything, right?”

“I won’t, don’t worry.”

“I never do thanks to you, Jumin.” She sighs sweetly.

Okay, it’s pretty obvious your curiosity made you spy on this, and it was so wrong! What are you doing? No, what are they doing?

You walk away of there, you don’t have to keep standing there to know what’s happening now. He’s hugging her in the same way he did to you the other day.

What is wrong with you? Why didn’t you go on your merry way when you noticed he wasn’t alone? Why did you think that listening to this would be a good idea?

And, most importantly, what exactly were they talking about? What could Rika and Jumin hide from V? Oh… could it be…? No, they wouldn’t do this to V. Jumin would never do that.

No, he couldn’t. Because he can be a little weird, but never a cheater. So is Rika, how could she cheat on V? Oh god… this feels like a soap opera, and you are the confused and shocked viewer, feeling guilty for seeing something inappropriate… for your age?

Good lord, Zen was right!

Yes, Zen knows about… whatever is going on between Rika and Jumin. He probably got as shocked as you, and there wasn’t anybody to spare his feelings like he tried to do with you. Ugh… you were such a bitch to someone who was really well intentioned. You called him a hypocrite! You said he wanted to get in your panties! What is wrong with you? And what is wrong with them?

You need to apologize right now! You were really childish to him! Well, probably because you are a little child, aren’t you? Ugh…

“There you are, MC! Chop chop! We need you in the information booth!” you bump into your class representative when you’re looking for Zen. Oh yes, there is a professions fair happening aside all this drama, you almost forgot that.

So there you are standing in the information booth again. Ugh… you shouldn’t be giving any information when you’re the one looking for them! Did you hurt Zen? Well, of course you did! And for what? For defending someone you’re not even sure it’s worth of your defense. Will Zen forgive you? Not if you don’t apologize. But how can you if the event is almost over and soon he’ll get busy wrapping things up? This can’t wait and you can’t apologize through texts! Ugh… fucking stupid professions fair!

You thought it would last forever! When it was over, you strolled around every tent being dismantled, looking for Zen. Only to find a guy’s shoulder against your face as you bump into him.

And since this can get worse, despite of what you thought, you just bumped in the last person you would like to see right now. Jumin? Rika? Worse!

“V! What… what are you doing here?”

“Oh, hi! I was checking the photography booth, one of my seniors was the shower. It’s good to see you!” would he smile that beautifully if he could see your memories from the last hours?

“You too.”

“Are you okay, MC? You look a little pale.”

“M-me? Yes, sure.”

“Really? Have you eaten today?”

“Yes, I… no. But I’m about to, you know? Just as soon as I get home.”

“What if you pass out before getting there? No, no, no, come on!” he grabs your hand.

“Where… where are we going?”

“Getting something for you to eat.”

“But V, I have to… no, I…”

“Don’t worry, I can give you a ride home right after.”

“But Rika, she…”

“Oh, I texted her, she is busy wrapping things up, I don’t think I’ll meet her today, anyway.” Oh God… the way he talks about her makes your heart yearn, this poor guy…

The least you can do is grabbing some food with him, right? So that’s exactly what you do before accepting the ride on his car.

“I haven’t seen anyone else from the band. Where was everybody?”

“Oh, I… only saw Zen.” Well, that’s not technically a lie, you haven’t seen Jumin and Rika, you most heard them. Oh god… stop thinking about this before it’s too obvious!

“I wish I could see everyone. It’s been a while, you know?”

“Do you miss it? High school?” you ask, staring at him while he keeps his eyes on the road.

“A little… I like my friends from college, but… it’s different with your high school friends, right? I don’t know, but… it feels more like… having accomplices, partners in crime, and it’s… exciting, I miss this excitement. So… feel excited for me when you’re with them, okay?”

“Well, I… sometimes I get too much excited, you know?” he laughs “And that sounded dirty, didn’t it?”

“A little, yes.  But I’m glad you’re enjoying this. It makes me feel really proud of my instincts about you.”

“That also sounded dirty, V.” you both laugh. “Nah, I’m…I bet you didn’t expect I was such a mess.”

“Because you’re not” your body moves a little forward when he stops the car, it’s your building. “You are… adorable in so many ways, MC. And… you’re talented, and funny, and sweet, and so cute.”

“And you’re too generous.”

“Nah, I’m the mess here. So I hope you forgive my mess…” he leans towards you.

Your first kiss was with a college guy, and it tasted like the spicy sausage from the hot dog he bought you. Your first kiss made you forget you needed to apologize to Zen.

Or maybe not, since the whole point of it was because you, like Zen, got shocked to find something about Jumin and Rika. But you shouldn’t be shocked if you’re doing almost the same thing with her boyfriend.

Your first kiss made you realize you’re the hypocrite. But now, you couldn’t focus on anything else rather than giving your second kiss.

I’m such a terrible human being...

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[an-aura-about-you]

For the OTP prompt: 28 and 47, with whatever couples you like :) btw they are all good prompts and I had a hard time to choose from them haha

Whatever couples I like?! I like a LOT of couples! I will probably only write about one couple. But let’s see what the prompts are before I get started!

28. I found you panicking, our child about to be delivered.

47. I found you where I should have been looking in the first place.

Okay, so I know the spirit of the first one and the implied letter, but I have some Very Specific Headcanons if I want to apply them to Autor and Erina that don’t include that. And the scenario in my head for that is honestly so cute that I wanna write that anyway. So that prompt’s gonna be a twofer, one the way I wanna do it and one the way I’m supposed to do it.

28. I found you panicking, our child about to be delivered. (The one that fits with my Very Specific Headcanons.)

Autor walks his fingers up and down the keys in short little bursts, the physical memory of the scales leading to thoughtless exercise. It’s the musical equivalent of pacing back and forth.

“I can’t even think to practice now,” Erina says even as she scratches the box of her pointe shoes along the floor.

“I’m not practicing,” Autor answers. “I just need to do something with my hands.”

Erina laughs, short and fluttery, and goes, “Your ‘doing something with your hands’ is more refined than others’ practices.”

She switches to tapping her foot, clothes rustling as she switches from resting her hands on her hips to folding them over her chest only to go back again.

Autor abruptly stops, hands slipping off the keys. “We’re being ridiculous. Laurel surely already knows something’s up. She has to with my parents bringing her today instead of coming along with us.”

“Oh no, you don’t think my parents tagged along, do you?” Erina asks, trotting over to stand behind him. “I just know Mutti will tell her if she’s there. She’s never been good at surprises.”

“You can go call your house to check,” he offers. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Oh wait,” she answers, going to the wall where her purse sits. “You should get the locket then, in case they arrive before I get back.”

“Then you won’t have to call your house,” Autor points out while she fishes for the jewelry box. “Besides, you should give it to her. You picked it out.”

“But she likes you better!” Erina says, jewelry box held out as she approaches him again. “And this is the sort of gift a father should give, don’t you think?”

“While I don’t agree with her liking me better, I suppose that is a gift fathers give their daughters. But there’s no reason you can’t give it to her. The locket was your idea. And I can’t think of any reason why it’s not a gift a mother can give, too.”

“What’re you guys talking about?”

The two turn at the new voice, Autor fixing his glasses and Erina clutching the small box to her chest. Laurel beams up at them, hazel eyes gleaming in excitement. She places her things by Erina’s purse and starts taking off her overclothes keeping her warm before her ballet lesson.

“Hello, Laurel,” Erina greets, swiping her hands behind her back. “Did you have a nice time with Lore and Logos?”

“Uh-huh!” Laurel answers as she ties her long black hair back in a ponytail. “They took me to the pizza place for lunch! And they said after the lesson we can all go to Ebine’s!”

“Oh! How nice! Here, let me come help put up your hair,” Erina says, poking Autor in the back with the jewelry box to pass it off to him. Once he finally gets the hint and palms it, she goes over to help put the girl’s hair up in a nice, tight bun.

Autor pockets the box, a wave of nervous excitement washing over him from the last time he carried such an important piece of jewelry there, and resumes his scales.

“Are the others gonna be here tonight?” Laurel asks.

“No,” Autor answers. “It’s just us for class tonight. We’ll have a class with the others from the orphanage tomorrow.”

Her hair fixed, Laurel runs over to the piano bench and sits next to Autor. “Is that okay, though? They’ll get behind.”

“It’s just for one night,” Erina says, going over to join them and putting a hand on Autor’s shoulder. “And besides that, we wanted to talk to you. About what we were saying when you came in.”

Laurel plunks at some of the keys, careful not to run into Autor’s hands. “Oh? So what is it?”

“Well, Erina and I have really liked having you stay with us,” Autor says, pausing in his playing once more and trying to find the right words as Erina rubs his shoulder. “We were thinking maybe it’s time that we had a child of our own.”

Laurel gasps and turns to Erina. “Y’mean you’re gonna have a baby?! Can I be the baby’s big sister? I just know any kid you have is gonna be so happy to have you guys as parents.”

Erina laughs and smooths her hand along Laurel’s hair. “No, Laurel. We agreed a long time ago that if we had kids, we would adopt. And we… we want to adopt you.”

Before Laurel can say anything, Autor fishes out the box from his pocket, looking to Erina to see if he missed his cue. “We wanted to ask you now that you’ve stayed with us for a while,” he says, opening the box to show the girl the heart-shaped locket. “We love you, and if you want to stay with us, we can have the official papers signed first thing in the morning.”

Tears well up in Laurel’s eyes, overflowing down her cheeks. She sniffles and wipes at them with her hands, shuddering. Erina crouches down to be on even standing and Autor leans towards her, hearts threatening to break.

“Oh no, what is it?” Erina asks.

“I can- I can call you- Mutti and Vati?” Laurel gasps out, throwing her arms around Erina’s neck. “You’ll be my parents?! I can stay?!”

Erina wraps her arms around her daughter and presses a kiss to the top of her head. “Yes, yes, you can stay forever,” she answers, unexpected tears spilling over.

Question answered, Autor closes the box and embraces his family.

28. I found you panicking, our child about to be delivered. (The one where I’m writing to fulfill the spirit of the prompt.)

Erina is no stranger to pain. Ballet by its very nature demands bodily sacrifice. Granted, she wants to dance ballet again and could probably live with never going through childbirth again, but she can weather this pain. She knows she can.

She just wishes Autor would stop saying so.

Circumstances beyond their control have her in labor in the late night, nearly two in the morning before they finally near the end of the whole thing. Autor retrieved who knows how many coffees in that time to stay awake for the event, though Erina had to insist in between contractions that he could leave to get them from the machine down the hall from the maternity ward. She’s seen him late at night before, and she’s seen him after drinking enough tea that its caffeine SHOULD have the same effect as his coffee intake, and she’s even seen both at the same time. But now he’s unlike any of those states.

If he could say something else, anything else, she could probably bear it. The reassurances he gave earlier in the evening were sweet then but have lost their meaning the 50th time around. On top of that, she’s not sure if she’s shaking his hand from squeezing it or he’s jittery from the caffeine, the late hour, and their imminent parenthood.

Once he starts into the same spiel again now that she can finally start pushing, she snaps and goes, “Autor, could you PLEASE be quiet?!”

And just like that, he turns off. Maybe it was the way she phrased it. She can’t tell in the moment and doesn’t know if she’ll care to think on it later. His hand still shakes holding hers, but the only sound she can hear besides herself is his breathing. And somehow that helps more than his last litany of reassurances.

“I’m sorry,” he says much later, alone together and their newborn child asleep in her arms.

“You don’t have to be,” she tells him. “I didn’t know how else to say, ‘It’s hard to work when there’s so much noise.’”

Autor quietly laughs. “No, you were exceedingly polite, all things considered. Honestly, I can’t even remember what I was telling you. I forgot everything once the baby was born.”

Erina gives him a dismissive snort and goes, “Lucky.”

“Sorry,” he says again. And then, “Would you like me to hold her so you can get some sleep?”

“I’m fine, but if you want to hold her,” she offers, carefully shifting the baby so Autor can pick her up.

And in spite of his shaking earlier, Autor’s hands are firm holding his daughter.

47. I found you where I should have been looking in the first place.

“I don’t know why I chose this place last.”

Autor lifts his head from his book but doesn’t say a word. Erina of all people should know that this is a library. But all the same, he’s glad she’s come to sit by him here. Once she does, she wastes no time leaning on his arm.

“I don’t know why, either,” he finally says, at a good stopping place in his book. “Where did you check before?”

“Your house in general first, then your room specifically, then the study you have, then the cafeteria since it was lunch time, then the classroom with the piano. I came here after that.”

Autor closes his book and asks, “What would you have done if you hadn’t found me here?”

Erina shrugs and loops her arm in his. “I don’t know. Probably find a book and wait for you here. Once I thought to check here, I figured you would probably show up sooner or later.”

“Do you want to find a book anyway?”

“Sure,” she agrees. “Any recommendations?”

He looks over at her with a broad smile. “Erina. Have I ever not had a recommendation?”

“I don’t know; you’ll prove it one way or the other today.”

Autor stands up, letting Erina’s arm slip down his but taking hold of her hand. How is it that she can make a task as simple as finding a book into a challenge? And how is it that the very thought gives finding a book a new, exciting streak? Something that was already a joy multiplied just because she turned the request into a dare.

“What would you say to some poetry?” he suggests, tugging her hand to follow him.

“Perhaps,” she agrees, getting to her feet. “Something romantic?”

“Have you read Sonnets from the Portuguese?” he asks. “Elizabeth Barrett Browning is said to be the finest since Shakespeare in that art for a reason.”

“The finest sonnets since Shakespeare?” Erina clarifies. “Who could say no to that?”

The two knit their fingers together as Autor leads Erina to the poetry section, mind already wandering to sonnet structure and the notion of crafting one just for her.

[alexiela73]

Scenario of Hanzo leaving for a mission and s/o giving him a necklace of sorts to 'keep him safe/for goodluck?

Yes!

Waiting by the helicopter pad, you nervously turned the box over and over in your pocket. It was velvety, and you could feel the edges of a small ribbon that was tied around it. There was a light little thumps as you kept rolling it in your pocket, the secret inside hitting the top and bottom of the box.

You were feeling a bit embarrassed about the gift you held. It was for your boyfriend, Hanzo Shimada. The archer was about to go away on a month-long mission over in Japan and in honest, you were really worried.

It wasn’t that Hanzo wasn’t a capable man. It was more that you two hadn’t been separated for more then a few days at a time since the two of you had started dating almost a year ago. Maybe this would be a good thing but it honestly just left a small hollow feeling in your chest.

The two of you had discussed it. Both of your works required your attendance, and so it was necessary you stay here at the base while he was away. Otherwise you would have tried to go with him.

Still, it was a long time and the archer was a bit old fashioned. He had promised to write to you twice a week, though you hoped that maybe he would send more. Though you understood he would be busy…

But you wanted to give him something to take with him to remind him of you.

“y/n,” you heard, causing you to snap out of your daze. Cheeks flushing slightly, you turned nervously toward Hanzo. He wore a long jacket, his hair tied up and a bow over his shoulder. He also carried a small back pack in his hand, which looked stuffed to the max.

“Hanzo!” you said, the sight of him causing your heart to ache. It would be so long…you had to be strong, you thought to yourself.

Stepping over, Hanzo cupped the side of your face in one hand and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “I did not think you would be able to get away from work,” Hanzo murmured, thumb brushing over your cheek.

Looking rather flustered, you shook you head and just shoved the box in his free hand. “I asked for a 5 minute break but that was twenty minutes ago and i just really wanted to see you open this,” you rushed, looking away.

Curious, Hanzo looked quizzically down at the box in his hand before undoing the small ribbon. Opening it up, his face went blank for a moment before he pulled out a necklace. It was a small silver locket, and when he carefully opened it, you saw him swallow hard.

There was a picture of the both of you inside. And on the front of the locket was engraved ‘Forever Yours’ with your name in Japanese.

Looking at you, Hanzo honestly looked beyond touched. “You got this for me?” he said in a low voice.

Nodding shyly, you played with the bottom of your shirt. “You…ah…you like it? I wanted to give it to you as a good luck charm. I was hoping it might help you…you know, good voodoo,” you said, and at that moment wished you’d shut the hell up.

Stepping closer, Hanzo enveloped you in a strong, secure hug. It was so nice, you melted instantly into his touch and let out a soft sigh of joy. It couldn’t be that bad if he was hugging you.

“I love it,” Hanzo said, quite seriously as he carefully undid the chain, before putting it on. The locket sat nicely against his skin, just above his shirt. Lifting it, you saw Hanzo press a little kiss to the locket and then smiled at you gently. “It is perfect. I will not take it off unless it is dire, i promise.”

To know he loved it and was planning to wear it all the time he was gone made you happy. You hoped it would remind him of you.

“I’ll miss you,” you said softly, leaning in for one last kiss.

Hanzo’s mouth was soft and inviting against yours, and finally you were forced to let him go. “I shall miss you too, beloved. I will write to you first thing tomorrow,” Hanzo said, his free hand gently holding his locket.

Boarding the ship, you settled down for what ended up being the longest month of your life. But thank god, you received a letter almost every day. And near the end, he sent a picture of him and genji, and your heart soared at the sight of the locket poking out from beneath his shirt.

[the-supernatural-oneshots-blog]

Best Birthday Ever

Request: Can I request a Sam fic where he forgets his gf’s Birthday and does a full day of cute and fluffy stuff with her

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: none

It was your birthday. By the time you woke up it was already 12:30 so you jumped out of bed and threw on some pants.

“Morning birthday girl.” Dean said as you shuffled into the kitchen. You jumped at the sudden noise.

“Morning” you happily said back as you fixed yourself some toast. “Where’s Sam?” you asked him wondering where your boyfriend was.

“Supply run he should be back soon” he told you not looking up from his paper. “Has he planned anything for your special day?”

“I'm not sure, I don't even know if he remembered” you said truthfully. You had been dating the youngest Winchester for four years and you loved every minute of it. Sam is an amazing boyfriend and you loved all the little things he did for you like making sure there was coffee when you woke up or the way he knew everything about you. At that moment you heard the bunker door slam shut, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Sammy!” you yelled, running into his arms as he put the groceries down. At the last second he caught you and pulled you into a deep kiss. Dean decided it would be best to leave now, so he went to get your present. You pulled away when you were both desperate for air.

“Not that I don't love kissing you, but what was that for?” he asked as he put you down.

“Nothing” you answered. Sam opened his mouth to say something when Dean walked in with a small, neatly wrapped box.

“Happy Birthday!” he exclaimed, shoving the box into your hands. Excitedly, you ripped the paper off and opened the box, revealing a silver locket. You opened it and on the inside there was a picture of you, Sam, and Dean.

“Dean” you gasped “it’s beautiful, thank you.”

“You’re welcome” he said as he moved to help you put it on. When you and Dean were done with your exchange you turned back to Sam, who had a surprised look on his face.

“Sam, are you okay?” you asked him a look of concern crossing your features.

“Yeah, Y/N can I speak to Dean for a minute, alone?”

“Sure just come find me when you’re done I guess.” you kissed Sam once more before leaving the room. You were gonna go to your room and wait for Sam there but then, you heard your name and being the nosy person you are, you decided to listen in.

“Dude I forgot Y/N’s birthday was today, what am I gonna do?” you heard Sam ask Dean.

“How did you forget Y/N’s birthday?”

“I don't know it just snuck up on me but the point is that I don't have anything planned.” his voice sounded panicked. “Please help me Dean” Sam begged.

“Fine, but you can’t tell anyone that I helped you with some lovey dovey crap, deal?” he said.

“Deal” Sam agreed. You heard them get up and head to the library so you ran to the bedroom before they could know you were there. While Sam and Dean planning you decided to call Cas to hang out.

“Y/N!” Sam called through the bunker. You ran down to the library and looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to answer. “Get dressed and meet me at the Impala.” he told you.

“Where are we going?” you asked eagerly. At that he just shrugged and motioned for you to go get dressed. You looked at Dean questioning him with your eyes but he just copied Sam. You rolled your eyes and ran back to your room. Deciding on a nice pair of jeans and a sky blue cold shoulder shirt, you applied some light make-up and straightened your hair and ran to the Impala.

On the car ride to wherever you were going you turned the music up and you and Sam sat in comfortable silence. You were about to ask where he was taking you until he turned into the parking lot for the zoo. You squealed excitedly and jumped out of the Impala.

“What do you want to see first babe?” Sam asked you as you pulled him inside.

“Let’s go see the lions first.” you said.

“Lead the way” Sam told you. You went and saw the lions and then the elephants, giraffes, and then you went to see the monkeys, your favorite animal.

“Sam look! They’re soo cute.” you announced, then you whispered loud enough for only Sam to hear “Do you think they’d notice if we took one?” At that Sam laughed.

“Yeah babe I think they’d notice you carrying a monkey out of here” he teased. “What time is it?” he added.

“Almost 6, why?”

“Because I have another surprise, come on” he answered vaguely. You followed him out the car and hopped in the passenger seat. After a thirty minute drive Sam pulled into a secluded field that was covered in beautiful flowers. There were poppies and sunflowers all around you and the sun was starting to set. You were so occupied with the view that you didn't notice Sam pulling out a blanket and basket of food.

“It’s beautiful Sam.” you gasped as tears prickled at your eyes. As you sat down Sam started pulling out sandwiches and waters.

“Well it’s your birthday and you deserve the best.” he said sheepishly. You were about to say something but before you got the chance, it started raining. You jumped up quickly and started to throw the stuff back into the basket when Sam stopped you.

“Hang on a second, I have an idea.” you looked at him with a confused look on your face as he waltz over to the Impala and turned on your song, A Thousand Years, your confusion turned to happiness as you realized what he was doing. He pulled you close and put his hands on your waist and you put yours on his shoulder, swaying slightly to the music.

“I love you Sam, thank you for the amazing day. I couldn't have asked for anything better.” you whispered.

“I wish I could live in this moment forever.” he whispered back. “And as much as I want to stay like this we should probably head back to the bunker so you don’t get sick”. You nodded and planted a quick kiss on his lips before running back to the Impala. The seats were getting wet and you knew Dean would kill you later but it was worth it.

When you walked into the bunker you went to the living room and saw a huge blanket fort in the middle of the room. Sam walked up behind you and put his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder.

“Like it?” he asked. You didn't trust your voice enough to speak so you just nodded. “Go look inside” he told you. You did what you were told and when you were inside the fort you saw all your favorite Disney movies, The Little Mermaid and Lion King and so many others, and Sam’s laptop set up in a corner.

Sam told you to get comfy while he popped in a movie and then he came over and cuddled with you. After you had watched about half of the movie you turned to Sam and said “Today was amazing I seriously don't know how to thank you”.

“You could marry me” he stated as if he asked you to bring him a drink. You could’ve sworn your jaw hit the floor. “I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while now and I just couldn't get the words out” he added.

“Sam of course I’ll marry you!” you shouted. You pulled him into a deep kiss and only pulled away to say “Best Birthday Ever!”. Sam chuckled and pulled you into another kiss.

(I hope you liked it)

[secretschuylersister]

Had to Give You Away: Part 2B (Lin/Reader)

Summary:  Lin was the foundation on which you built your life, until he wasn’t anymore. The two of you decide to rebuild.

You can find the first part here. You can find Part 2A here.

Note: This is the happy ending! A huge thank you to @thatoneimaginesblog and @fragmentofmymind for reading this as it progressed.

Word Count: 3172

Not for the first time in your life, you were running late. You could hear your family milling around downstairs waiting on you, and you winced as you sat down to slip on your shoes and finish getting dressed.

 Today was big, and like on every important day before it, you reached into your jewelry box for your old locket. You held the necklace in your hand and allowed yourself a moment to gaze at the family photos littering your vanity. Birthdays, Christmases, anniversaries. Almost twenty years later, and the thought of how different your life could have been still rattled you.

 It had been nearly a week since you told Lin you couldn't come home to him. You were still hiding out in your old apartment and every day was more agonizing than the last. The pain was physical and you were doing little more than sleepwalking through your life. He would be going back to London tomorrow, and you prayed that the distance was what you needed to feel at least semi-human again.

 You heard a knock on your door, and you recognized it as the rhythm Lin always tapped on the bathroom door to hurry you up when you were getting ready for a night out. That felt like another life now.

 Your heart was in your throat as you flipped the lock and came face to face with Lin. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, but there was a glint in his eyes.

 "Hey," he said with a small smile.

 "Hi, Lin," you said in return, wanting so badly to reach out and touch him.

 You had no idea what he had come over to say, and your stomach was in knots as he took a deep breath and began to speak.

 "I've been turning our conversation over and over in my head. You said you can't be my life. I reject that. I get to decide what I want my life to be, and I choose you. So, I've made a decision. We're not getting divorced." He said it so matter-of-factly that he might as well have been telling you the weather.

 You let out a small laugh of disbelief at his statement.

 "Lin-"

 "Not without at least trying to save this," he cut you off. "I love you and you love me. We have to at least try."

 You were silent. God, you wanted to try, but what was really going to change?

 "We'll talk every single day," he promised, somehow reading your mind and answering your unspoken question. "We'll eat dinner together on Skype. I don't care about the time difference, I'll eat every day at one in the morning if that's what it takes. I'll fly home every chance I get. We'll date all over again until I convince you this can work, and then we'll keep dating for the rest of our lives."

 As he spoke, you could feel your heart start to lighten. So much of this last year had felt like you were losing your best friend one piece at a time. Here he was, standing in front of you and offering a plan to get him back. It took every speck of your willpower not to throw yourself at him and beg him to forget everything you had said.

 "This has never been about not loving you, Lin. You know that. Those things might make it better, but it doesn't really solve any of our problems. You'll still be on another continent," you reasoned, trying to keep your voice level.

 "Not forever. None of what you're talking about is forever. There are plenty of things I can do in New York. And if I had to travel, we could make it work. We could...I don't know, take turns with our careers and stick together wherever they take us. I'll never be happy no matter what I'm working on if it costs me you. Could you be? Really?"

 You looked down at your feet, and he gently touched your cheek. What would a lifetime without ever feeling his hands on you again be like?

 "If it doesn't work, at least we’ll know we did everything we could,” he continued. “I'm not…I'm not ready to say goodbye to you. That was never in my plan. Please.”

 "Okay," you nodded, deciding in that moment to go against your better judgment and take a leap of faith. "Okay. Let's try. I want to try."

 He looked so relieved that you could have cried. You reached out to take his hand and he pulled you into his arms instead. You spent his last night in New York together. Maybe it was naive to think so, but this time it felt like a beginning instead of a goodbye.

 "Hey babe, are you about ready?"

 Lin's voice shook you out of your memories and you smiled at him.

 "Yup, just one last thing," you said, holding up the locket.

 He walked behind you and gently moved your hair to one shoulder, securing the locket around your neck. He rested his hands on your arms and kissed the top of your head.

 "Graduation day. Can you believe we're already here?" he asked.

 You leaned against his chest and shook your head. "I really can't. Do you remember the day I told you she was coming?"

 He raised an eyebrow at you, making you laugh. "How could I forget?"

 It still wasn't easy having an ocean between you and your husband, but Lin had been keeping his word. You were both trying, and it was better.

 You woke up to good morning texts, you coordinated your schedules to make sure you always had time to talk on the phone (even if it was only for a few minutes), and you both shared updates about all the little things you did during the day that never used to make your e-mails.

 You were so wrapped up in finding your way back to Lin that you didn't notice how differently you were feeling. Not at first. It took less to tire you out, but you wrote that off as getting older and being so busy. You were a little bloated, too, and smells that usually didn't bother you at all suddenly seemed incredibly strong.

 It wasn't until your period pulled a no-show that you put it all together.

 You went straight to the drugstore and grabbed as many pregnancy tests as your arms could carry. You must have looked like a madwoman, hair wild and shoving money at a baffled looking cashier.

 You took a test. It was positive. You chugged water and took two more. Positive, both of them.

 You started laughing and crying simultaneously, not knowing whether to be elated or to roll your eyes at the timing of it all. You had begun to accept that a pregnancy just wasn't in the cards for you, and for it to finally be happening now? When your future still felt so up in the air?

 Well, timing had never been your strong suit.

 Still, a baby. A whole new person, part of you and part of Lin. You only noticed that you had been beaming when your cheeks started to hurt.

 You fought with yourself about whether to tell Lin immediately or wait until your doctor's appointment to confirm it. You eventually settled on waiting. You knew how much Lin wanted children, and you didn't want to get his hopes up. It was only a few days. It could wait.

 That plan immediately went out the window during that night's Skype call.

 Lin's smiling face lit up your computer screen and before he could even say hello, you blurted it out.

 "I'm pregnant!"

 His smile morphed into a look of shock.

 "I mean, I think I am. I'm late, and I took a bunch of tests. I have a doctor's appointment, and I was going to wait to tell you but-"

 "No, I'm glad you didn't!" he rushed to assure you. "I'm going to be a dad?"

 You bit your lip and nodded. "I think so."

 He clapped his hands and barked out a cheer, jumping out of his chair. He sat down and stood up several more times, making you laugh at his reaction. It seemed like the excitement had hit him all at once and his body didn't know what to do with it.

 "I love you," he said, looking at you through the screen. "I wish I was there with you so badly."

 "I wish you were here, too. But it won't be much longer until you're home, and we have our whole lives together after that."

 You could see something light up behind his eyes at the certainty in your voice. He looked like the kid you met in the library all those years ago, and you felt a little like the girl you were back then, too. You both fell asleep with your Skype call running and your laptops on the bed next to you.

 After finding out about the pregnancy, Lin doubled his efforts to make sure you felt he was connected and available to you. He was flying between New York and London so frequently that the poor guy barely knew what day it was most of the time.

 You were well into your sixth month when Lin surprised you at the apartment.

 “You didn't say you were coming home this week!” you exclaimed, dropping your jacket and pulling him in for a kiss.

 “I didn't want to promise until I knew for sure, and then I thought I'd just tell you in person. I’m done with London. I wasn't going to let you go through these last months alone, so I worked a deal to get me home sooner. I might have to pop back for a few days if there are reshoots, but really, I'm all yours now.”

 You celebrated with dinner and as you cuddled up with your husband in bed that night, you were overcome with gratitude for all life had given you.

 Lin had propped his head up on his arm and was speaking softly to your bump. Your whole body felt warm at the sight.

 "You know, we really need to nail down some names," you said, running your hand through his short hair.

 "If you'd just agree to find out the sex, our job would be cut in half."

 "I already know it's a girl, Lin. We've discussed this."

 "Right," he said, playfully rolling his eyes at you. "I forgot I married a psychic."

 "Well, that was very foolish of you," you teased back.

 "Your mama's a crazy lady, baby," he whispered to your stomach. You flicked his ear and laughed.

 "Stop turning her against me!"

 He dragged himself up and wrapped an arm around you.

 "What do you think about the name Lorena?" he asked quietly.

 You looked at him. "Lorena. That's pretty. Maybe...Lorena Grace?"

 He repeated the name and it sounded like a song.

 Three months later, you and Lin left the hospital with Lorena Grace bundled in your arms.

 Lin took your hand and helped you up.

 "Come on, we don't want to make her late," he said.

 You walked down the stairs and saw Lorena in her cap and gown for the first time, leaving you momentarily breathless. She looked so grown up these days, barely a hint of the baby she used to be was left behind. She rolled her eyes when she saw you getting choked up but didn't object to you taking her hand.

 "Okay, family of mine, everyone in the cab. We have a graduation to get to!"

 Lin hustled everyone into the waiting cab and you managed to make it to the school on time.

 Lorena gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before running backstage to meet her friends and to line up for the ceremony.

 You found your parents and in-laws in the crowd and your entire clan found seats front and center.

 All through the speeches, you couldn't tear your eyes away from your daughter. You felt so proud and so excited and so nostalgic. The familiar weight of Lin's hand on your leg felt like it was all that was anchoring you to the chair.

 You allowed yourself a moment of pure joy when they called Lorena's name and she walked across the stage to receive her diploma. Your entire family burst into cheers despite the instructions to wait until every student had their name called ("They know the Mirandas aren't a quiet people, right?") and you were grateful that your mother was there to snap a photo just as Lorena shot you a smile, so similar to her father's.

 As soon as the ceremony was over, your sons both took off to find their sister.

 "Soon it'll be their graduation," remarked Lin.

 "How dare you say that to me?" you asked, playfully widening your eyes and clutching your chest. "They'll be my babies forever."

 It was a morning not long after Lorena's third birthday, and Lin was cooking breakfast. The smell of bacon wafted into your bedroom all the way from downstairs, and your stomach turned.

 That was unusual. The last time bacon had bothered your stomach was when...oh.

 You heard little feet running down the hallway and grunted as Lorena launched herself at you.

 "Daddy cook breakfast," she informed you, using her ever-growing vocabulary.

 "Do you think it's safe to eat?" you asked her, wrinkling your nose and making her giggle. "Come on, kid. You can test it for me."

 You scooped her up and carried her into the kitchen.

 "It's my two favorite girls," Lin said, looking up from the stove and smiling. "Bacon's almost done."

 "I'm actually just going to grab a banana this morning. More bacon for you."

 He looked at you oddly but nodded.

 The three of you ate breakfast and Lin helped Lorena get dressed as you washed the dishes.

 "Babe, have you seen her raincoat? It's a little cloudy out, and I'd rather be safe than sorry."

 "Mhm, it's in the laundry room. Hey, Lin? Can you do me a favor on your way back from taking her to your mom's?"

 "Absolutely, what do you need?"

 "A pregnancy test."

 The tiny pink backpack he had in his hands dropped straight to the floor.

 There was so much excitement that followed: Another positive test. Another doctor's appointment that confirmed the pregnancy. Telling your families. Telling Lorena.

 But nothing matched the feeling of finding out that you weren't having one baby, but two.

 "Two babies? Two of them at the same time? Both in there? Now?" Lin sputtered, astonished.

 "Yes, you have accurately described twins, Lin."

 Lin handled you like you were made of glass throughout the entire pregnancy. It was equal parts infuriating and endearing, but it would be dishonest to say you didn't milk the situation a little bit.

 You found out you were having two boys (twins were enough of a surprise, according to your husband) and directed the decorating of their nursery from your rocking chair. Lin painted and repainted walls, moved the furniture around until it looked exactly how you imagined it, and spent hours cuddled up with you and Lorena as you folded freshly washed baby clothes.

 You luckily made it all the way to 38 weeks before you went into labor, and Julian and Mateo Miranda were both born healthy and happy.

 Two weeks after returning home from the hospital, you found yourself curled up in bed with Lin, each of you with a baby on your lap.

 You gazed at your husband as he ran a finger over Julian's tiny face. You laid your head on his shoulder and he tilted his head to rest on top of yours.

 "Do you ever think about it?" he questioned.

 "Think about what?" you asked, still caught up in the peace of the moment.

 "How close we came to missing all of this."

 Your throat felt thick. You didn't often let your mind go there.

 "Sometimes," you confessed. "I almost robbed us of so much."

 His head jerked up and he looked at you in surprise. "I wasn't trying to blame you! I'm the one who was gone all the time."

 "Yeah, but I’m the one who decided that the only way to fix our problems was by leaving. I'm just grateful you didn't let me walk away," you exhaled.

 "I'm grateful you gave a schlub like me another shot," he said teasingly and looked at the sleeping twins. "I can't imagine doing this with anybody else."

 You smiled at the old joke. "I always did have a thing for schlubs."

 "Mom! Dad!"

 You heard Lorena's voice and turned to see her running over to you, her gown folded over her arm. She ran straight into Lin's arms before being bombarded with hugs and congratulations from the entire family.

 The grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins all made their way to their cars to try and beat the parking lot insanity. You said goodbye and reminded everyone of the family party in Lorena's honor set for the following Saturday.

 "So, where do you want to go for dinner, kid?" Lin asked.

 "Actually, I was going to go out to eat with Owen and some of our friends. Is that okay?"

 Owen was Lorena's first serious boyfriend. He was smart, handsome, and respectful. Lin detested him.

 "Absolutely, baby," you cut in before your husband could object. "It's your day. Have fun and be safe!"

 "Well, she's officially outgrown us," pouted Lin as he watched Lorena sprint away before he could try to argue. "Soon the twins will abandon us and we'll be obsolete."

 You held back a snort at his theatrics and asked, "Would having the house to ourselves really be all that terrible?"

 "You make an interesting point, Mrs. Miranda," he said, wagging his eyebrows and pulling you in for a kiss.

 "Gross. Some of us still have to show our faces here," whined Mateo. “Sam invited us to go swimming. Can we?”

 “Yes, turn your back on the mother and father who raised you,” Lin cried in his most over-the-top stage voice.

 “Okay, cool,” Julian replied flatly, smacking his brother on the arm and leading him over to their friend and his parents.

 “That was a bit much, no?” you remarked, arching your brow.

 "Maybe, but I didn't want to give away how much I was looking forward to getting their mother alone in an empty house.”

 You laughed as he slid an arm around your waist and led you out of the building.

 “It's lucky we're so good at fresh starts. I'm thinking empty nesters might be our best phase yet. Should we start looking into retirement homes?” you quipped.

 “Wherever you go, I go, my dear,” he answered with a grin as he opened the door to the cab he hailed.

 Wherever you went, Lin would be right there with you. You liked the sound of that.

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One Month, 14 Days, One Confession

February

1/14

Jungkook shut his locker and sighed. ‘Another day at school.’

“Jungkookie!!!”

Jungkook’s head snapped to the side to see his best friend and the only sunshine produce at this school.

“Jungkook, what’s your favorite color?”

“Um… Black.”

Taehyung pouted and shook his head sighing.

“Why so dark?”

“I don’t know, I just like the color black.”

“Fine.”

Taehyung pouted, but quickly replaced with a smile.

“Alrighty, bye bye Kookie!”

Taehyung hugged Jungkook and ran down the hall to his friend Hye Seung smiling. Jungkook sighed, he never gets to hug Taehyung back because he always let’s his feelings take control. His mind doesn’t process movement as fast.

2/14

“Ugh…”

Jungkook threw his pencil down on his desk and ran his hand through his hair. Calculus was hard, being a Sophomore and taking college classes takes a toll on your brain. An annoying one if you might say.

Buzzz…Buzzz…

Jungkook’s phone vibrated on his desk top, he looked over to the lighten screen and caught a glimpse of the notifications.

“¿Baby TaeTae?: Hey!”

“¿Baby TaeTae?: What’s your favorite video game?”

Jungkook picked his phone up and responded with a simple one word answer, “Overwatch”.

His smile didn’t fade as he looked at the cute picture on his phone. It was baby Taehyung in a puppy woonsie.

3/14

“Jungkook, would you like to go to the movies with me later?”

Taehyung tilted his head in a cute quizative manner. Jungkook internally smiled. He’s never smiled at Taehyung while he was right there looking at him. Jungkook felt his smile was extremely insuperior compared to the ball of sunshine.

“Sure Tae.”

Jungkook gave a plain response.

**

“Kookie! Can we go see Storks?”

“What are you a child?”

Jungkook chuckled in an infrasonic way. Almost inaudible to Taehyung’s ears.

But he heard, and it made him smile.

“Sure Tae, we can watch it.”

4/14

“Yo, Kook.”

Hoseok, Jungkook’s dance instructor for the studio he dances with, calls him. Jungkook looks away from the giant mirror as his dance movements stopped.

“Yes, instructor Jung?”

Hoseok let out a bubbly laugh.

“Call me Hobi-hyung kid. And someone came and dropped a letter for you.”

Hoseok handed Jungkook the folded sheet of paper and walked back out of the individual dance room.

Jungkook unfolded it and read it.

“Jungkook, what’s is your favorite food? I’ll make it some time, I promise! ~♡Tae♡ P.s. Text me your answer later! ”

Jungkook smiled and folded the note again, walking to his bag and setting the note inside, pulling out his water bottle.

Then he pulled out his phone texting Taehyung.

“My favorite food is lamb skewers.”

5/14

“Hey babe!”

Marina, Jungkook’s new girlfriend came up and hugged him. He hugged her back.

“Hi sweetie. How’s my girl?”

“I’m good Kookie.”

From a distance Taehyung stood, pouting. A box of Jungkook’s favorite chocolates in hand.

“I thought I was the only one aloud to call him Kookie… When did he get a girlfriend?”

Taehyung felt tears well up in his eyes.

“Am I still your bestfriend? Why didn’t you tell me?”

6/14

“Where’s Tae?”

Jungkook tapped on his Senior, Namjoon, on the shoulder asking.

“I don’t know, ask his friend Jimin.”

Namjoon said focusing back on his math. Jungkook wouldn’t be able to ask Jimin until last hour. As last hour came around Jungkook confronted Jimin.

“Hey, do you know where Tae is?”

“Yeah, at home. Sick.”

Jimin was lying. He knew fully well that Taehyung didn’t come to school because he couldn’t stand seeing Jungkook with Marina. It hurt his extremely sensitive heart.

7/14

“It’s been two days Marina what the hell!?”

“Sorry, Jackson got me hooked.”

“You know what I honestly just realized that I don’t like you the same way I like someone else.”

She rolled her eyes and waved goodbye to Jungkook. Jungkook threw his bags into his locker and headed to the canteen for lunch. He grabbed an apple and his water then went to sit at a table with Taehyung and Jimin. When he looked over to the boy, his skin was ten times paler than normal. The circles around his eyes dark, his eyes in general puffy and his whole figure seemed tired.

“H-Hey TaeTae… How ya’ doing?”

Jungkook tried to sound sincere. But by the glare Jimin shot his way,let him know it didn’t sound like it.

8/14

🐰BunBun🐰: Hey Tae, are you feeling any better. You looked extremely pale again today. I’m worried.

¿Baby TaeTae? : I’m fine. How are you and Marina?

🐰BunBun🐰: …

¿Baby TaeTae? : Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked…

🐰BunBun🐰: No. It’s okay, we’re just not a thing anymore because I know who I love. *Read*

9/14

“Hey…Kookie. W-what’s your favorite type of hoodie?”

“Oh, I like the hoodie that says “supreme” on the front.“

"Okay. Well I have to head off to my track meet. Wish me luck!”

Jungkook kissed Taehyung’s cheek.

“Good luck, puppy.”

10/14

“Jungkook…”

“Psst!… Jungkook…”

“Mr. Kim! What is so important that you feel he need to say to Mr. Jeon at the moment I’m teaching? Because obviously it’s more important than Science.”

Mrs. Cheng turns around, arms crossed over her chest and eyebrow raised at Taehyung. Taehyung stood and bowed the proper 90 degrees.

“I’m sorry Miss.”

Taehyung sat down and began writing in a post it note, once done he folded it and threw it on Jungkook’s desk in front of him. Jungkook opened the note and read to himeself.

“What’s your favorite animal?”

Jungkook smirked to himself, writing the word “Dog” on the post it for his response. He through the note back and once Taehyung giggled and whispered “cute”, Jungkook knew he read it.

11/14

Taehyung sat in Jungkook’s bed, their legs tangled as they watched Spirited Away.

“Kookie, how do you feel about homosexual people?”

“I don’t mind them considering I’m bi.”

Taehyung wanted to jump up and scream like a little girl who found out her crush liked her back. But he didn’t he sat there lazily and hummed in reaponse.

12/14

“Hey! Do you think I’m cute?”

Taehyung was wearing a cute off the shoulder grey sweater, black skinny jeans and bubblegum pink converse high.

Taehyung looked at Jungkook and Jimin while asking.

“Of course Taehyung. ”

Jimin glanced at Jungkook, catching the smile that was twitching on his lips.

“Absolutely Pup. Why are you asking?”

“I don’t know, I just am.”

Jungkook pulled Taehyung in his lap and rested his head on his back.

“I’m tired. I stayed up all night looking at gifts…”

13/14

“Hey Tae, tomorrow after school you wanna meet up at the old hidden park?”

“Yeah.”

“I have something to give you.”

They both chuckle at the timing of that sentence. It’s cute when they have these moments.

“Hey Tae, I have two questions, what is your favorite sweets? And what is your favorite color?”

“Hmmm… my favorite sweets would have to be cookies, cake pops, and caramel squares. And my favorite color is baby blue.”

“Okay, love. See you after school tomorrow. I’ll be waiting.”

14/14

February 14th, hearts day.

Saying Taehyung and Jungkook were nervous for today was an understatement. They both had a plan. One that would shock one another’s feelings.

After school Taehyung’s palms were sweating as he walked out with Jimin.

“What am I going to do, I want to chicken out but I promised to meet up with him.”

Taehyung ruffled his hair in aggravation and a worried manner.

“I don’t know Tae but I’m not going to be holding your hand the whole time. I’ve got something to do today.”

“More like someone,”

Taehyung said as he looked at Jimin’s boyfriend Namjoon walk in their direction.

“Hey Joonie.”

Jimin jumped up and kissed Namjoon.

“God you either need to quite growing or I need to grow more.”

Jimin smiled softly when Namjoon let his roar like laughter show. Taehyung waved by to the couple and went to his house. He grabbed the red and white box sitting on his bed along with the lunch box filled with handmade lamb skewers. Taehyung ran out of the house and across the three blocks that ended at the start of a forest. Taehyung ran right through, following the trail he and Jungkook made when they were young.

They would spend countless afternoons out in the woods and one time while exploring they stumbled across an old park a clubhouse, and a pond that, in winter, freezes over thick enough to ice skate on.

Taehyung’s feet carried him up the the top of the playground where the tallest slide was, when get arrived there sat Jungkook head laid against the cool metal bars and ear buds in.

“Jungkook!”

Jungkook opened his eyes and took out his earbuds.

“Hey Tae… I have something for you.”

Jungkook pulled out a galaxy decorated box with black ribbon in a bow resting atop. Taehyung gawked at the present and read the tag aloud.

“You know it all, your my bestfriend. But I love you more… signed Jungkook…”

Taehyung had tears in his eyes, he opened the box to see a poster of his favorite idol, Hyun A. A beautiful black velvet choker with a golden heart locket pendant, on the inside was a picture of Jungkook and Taehyung hugging as kids and them hugging in their Freshman year. Next Jungkook pulled out a golden tin box, opening the lid to reveal all of the sweets Taehyung liked. And lastly on the slide, Jungkook pulled up a giant, baby blue, teddy bear.

“I- I Jungkook I don’t know what to say… Maybe, I’ll find the courage to after I give you your presents…”

Taehyung handed Jungkook the lunch box and as Jungkook opened it his mouth watered and eyes lit up. Next, while Jungkook and Taehyung enjoyed their treats, Taehyung gave Jungkook a dalmatian puppy with a black bow around its neck. Then he gave Jungkook his red and white box. Jungkook pulled out the first thing, it was a hoodie, on the front it said supreme in a red box with white lettering. But, under the first hoodie was another that said “Jungkook+Taehyung= Forever” like the first. Then Jungkook pulled out a second one, sliding his on himself and then sliding the other one over Taehyung. The hoodie eating the smaller boy. Next in a smaller wrapped square, which Jungkook pulled out and unwrapped, was Overwatch, the game he had been wanting for months. Jungkook tackled Taehyung in a hug.

“Oh my God Tae! I love you so much!”

Jungkook smiled the hardest he has ever around Taehyung.

“Y-you… You smiled.”

“Yeah… so?”

“You look really handsome and cute when you smile, quit hiding it!”

Jungkook kissed Taehyung, and Taehyung had no hesitation kissing back.

“I love you Tae, will you be mine?”

“Yeah… I love you Kookie…”

Jungkook smiled and pecked Taehyung’s lips. He picked Tae up and brought him to their clubhouse. Shutting the door behind them, so they can have some fun.