#ah i meant to fix the eye on the black one but oh well

[keeps-ache]

hey look it's Oath (x4)!

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[pocket-watcher]

The following is a collab between myself and the amazing @blissful23 !

Ding-Dong

The doorbell sounded and Suzie looked up from styling her long, blonde hair in the mirror. This always happens when she’s just getting ready to go out! She had readjusted the shirt she had “borrowed” from her roommate, as it was slightly too tight, checked her eyeliner was even for the 50th time, and was just finishing her lipstick with a satisfied pop.

She sighed frustratedly, stood up, and made her way to the source of the offending sound. Opening the front door, she was greeted by a man she’d never seen before. Dark hair and - oh God - a curled moustache framed a sharp featured face, adorned with a rather ostentatious top hat. Finely attired in a black suit, jacket resplendent with coattails, he gave a slight bow in greeting. It took all her willpower not to outright laugh in the face of this antiquity standing before her.

“Good day ma’am, it’s a fine afternoon, is it not?”

She stood, arms crossed in exaggerated frustration, staring back at him.

“How can I help you… Sir?”

She put the extra emphasis on that last word, wishing him to know quite pointedly that she was being interrupted. He smiled in return - whether it was sincere or strained in response to her standoffishness, she couldn’t tell.

“Well, you see my dear, I’m selling these very fine pocketwatches.”

With exaggerated flourish, he swept his coat open, revealing a dazzling array of pocketwatches hanging on the inside of it. He held it in place, and as if by magic - more likely the momentum of him opening his coat, she thought to herself - each of the pocketwatches begun swinging in unison. Probably a bit of showmanship designed to wow a potential customer, but still, it was fascinating to watch as they swung back and forth, back… and forth… back…

Suzie shook her head, dispelling a sudden onset of light-headedness, and redressed her gaze to The Salesman. He pulled his coat closed and smiled once more. A little less sure of her cold reception to him initially, she spoke again.

“Those are very lovely, but… I have no real need of a pocketwatch.” She said, gesturing to her phone.

“Ah, but my dear, you didn’t even take notice of our finest model!”

She bristled inwardly at being addressed as “my dear” again, and fixed her gaze to the pocketwatch he was now dangling in front of her face. It was silver, hooked by a long thin strap. The outer shell had some sort of pattern cut out of it to reveal the clock face behind, but with the shell popped open she couldn’t quite tell what was meant to be on the front. The spindling hands on the clock ticked away excitedly.

“Look at this gorgeous embedded crystal, and how it changes in the light! Let me swing it so you can see how it changes colour in the light…”

As he began swinging it from side to side, her jaw almost instantly fell agape at the sight of it, finding herself unable to draw her soft, blue eyes away from it.

"So many colours! Which colour do you prefer?" 

It was so hard to decide. So many splendid, beautiful colours to pick from. She tried to follow them as they shifted moment to moment. It was hard to think of a favourite. So hard to think… was all Suzie’s mind could muster for the moment, her thoughts, plans for the day, all of them fading away, replaced by her fascination with the tantalising kaleidoscope dancing before her eyes.

"I, uhh.... c-colours..."

The Salesman smiled wide. It wasn’t always this easy, but they all ended up this way eventually.

"Yes, pretty colours... and as each one shines, your worries and cares fade just that little bit more..."

Not having to think and just being able to enjoy the colours did sound nice to Suzie. Joyous, even; and she allowed herself a little giggle at the suggestion. She tried to help him how wonderful that sounded, but her mind was already so devoid of thought, all she could utter was:

"Hee-hee… colours...!"

Knowing he had her right where he wanted her, The Salesman followed on with his scheme.

“Can you hear the ticking? No? Maybe you should invite me inside where it’s quieter so you can really focus in on the sound…”

Had she heard the ticking? She wasn’t sure. Probably best to listen to him. A dull, errant thought in the back of Suzie’s near-blank mind warned that this was a bad idea, but was immediately overruled by the obedient thrall she found herself in.

"Uhhh… Won't you... nghh... won't you... please come in..."

“My dear, I thought you’d never ask…”

—

As he stepped through the doorway, another voice could be heard deeper inside.

“Suzie? You haven’t seen my top, have you? The low-cut one with the ruffles - oh.”

Suzie’s roommate Miranda - a stunning redhead - entered the room. Always a favourite, those, The Salesman thought to himself. She stopped upon seeing him eyeing her.

“Uh… hello. And you are?” Miranda asked, curiously, confused at the way Suzie stood there smiling blankly at her.

“He’s… He sells… pocketwatches…” Suzie answered for the strange man.

“Yes, and I’m so pleased to make your acquaintance. Would you like to take a look, my dear?”

“No, thank you. We,” Miranda looked sternly at Suzie, “are actually running late. So if you’ll excuse us…”

Suzie didn’t move, however. As Miranda went to grab her arm she simply smiled up at her.

“But… They’re so pretty…” She said, as if she struggled with every word.

The Salesman pulled out the watch. “See for yourself.”

Miranda looked at him, exacerbated, before huffing, turning back to Suzie in confusion. 

“Come on. We’re leaving.”

"But they’re so pretty..." Suzie whined. “Just take a closer look. You know you want to…”

Miranda looked. She couldn’t see anything special about this pocketwatch. Though, truth be told, she was struggling to take in any of the details as she tried to follow it with her hazel eyes. If only this guy would stop swinging it in front of her… back… and forth… and…

“What, are you trying to hypnotise me into buying one or something?” She laughed. But, then, she thought…

Looking at her usually headstrong friend standing quietly with her eyes tracking the watch’s every movement, everything seemed to click into place.

“Aha… w-wait. You’re not… You’re not actually trying to… right…?” 

Miranda was getting nervous, hiding it behind laughter. No. Of course he wasn’t. Hypnosis wasn’t real.

“My God, you are trying to hypnotise… me, aren’t you? And what have you done to Suzie? I’ve had enough of this, please leave.”

The Salesman frowned at this, placing his watch back inside of his jacket. She was going to be tougher. Luckily, he liked a challenge. Reaching into his jacket once more, his fingers brushed along the watches until he found… yes. Perfect.

“But my dear, you haven’t seen our Timepiece de Resistance…” He pulled out a small golden watch. Its chain was more detailed than the other, with a texture almost like woven vines. The numbers were roman numerals. Or were they? Miranda couldn’t tell. 

Shit. She’d been staring at it, hadn’t she?

Miranda covered her eyes and turned away,

“We call it that because it’s the Timepiece that causes all your resistance to melt away…”

His voice was deep in her brain now. It was so… so tempting to look back at him. And Suzie’s pleasant hums of approval weren’t helping.

“No, I won’t… you’re not going to… hypno… hypnotise… me…” Miranda managed, looking up to see Suzie had walked over to her. 

“Go on… just a little look… it would feel so good, Miranda…” Suzie spoke softly, almost dreamlike.

Then another thought hit her. If Suzie could sneak up on her, this guy could be anywhere! She had to check for certain if he was still between them and the door. 

She looked up at him and her attention was captured by the watch once more.

“Get… get out…” Miranda said as firmly as she could manage.

“Please calm down… You don’t need to be so on edge, so angry… Maybe you didn’t get enough sleep last night…”

Her eyes started to droop. All this fighting was exhausting. The only easy thing right now was keeping her eyes on that watch.

“No, I… I don’t need to… sleep… I’m completely…” She tried to stifle a yawn “… Awake…”

“We both know that’s not true, my dear… Look at you. You’re struggling to stay awake. You can barely keep your eyes open…”

Her hands, once balled into fists, were now relaxed and hung limply by her side. Miranda found herself struggling to keep her eyes open.

“No… I’m not - yawn - sleepy…”

The man approached her, guiding her over to the couch, where Suzie had, at some point, also had found herself.

“There’s no need to fight it anymore… You want to give in to it… You want to surrender to slumber…”

“Surrender… to slumber…” Miranda felt a smile grow on her own face as she repeated after him, her weary eyelids now stuck at half-mast. 

“That’s it…” He looked at his pocket watch. Another job well done.

“Well, ladies, it appears I may have lost track of time.” He chuckled, leading the girls to giggle mindlessly… although, they weren’t quite sure why they were laughing. But Master was so funny, wasn’t he?

“I’ll just leave this here.” The Salesman said as he placed a business card on the coffee table in front of them. “In case you know anyone else who might appreciate my services, hm?” 

He watched as Suzies head slowly slumped onto Miranda’s shoulders, both girls blissfully asleep. He straightened his hat, closed the door behind him, and moved onto the next house.

[sleepysnk]

7 AND 10 WITH SHINJCHIROO

a/n: MY GOD I WAS WAITING FOR A SHINICHIRO REQUEST BECAUSE THIS BOY JUST MEANS THE WORLD TO ME!! so thank you so much for this and i hope you enjoy! <3

pairings: shinichiro sano x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, smut, brat!reader, rough sex, use of pet names (baby, princess, angel, good girl), praising, some dacryphilia, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, some light choking.

prompt #7: “you can take it.”

prompt #10: “spread your legs wider.”

After acting like a complete brat all fucking day, you shouldn’t have expected anything less when your boyfriend Shinichiro had your back pressed into the mattress with his cock stuffing your tight cunt. 

However, what you didn’t expect was the amount of orgasms he had managed to rip from you. 

Shinichiro had enough of your horrible attitude today. He had done everything to make sure you were treated like a princess, but when you acted like a total brat the entire day, he knew he had to do something about it. He wasn’t about tolerating such behaviors from you, and he knew the perfect remedy to fix your little mood problem. Fucking your brains out until you understood that he wasn’t messing around with you. 

Sure enough, those sour feelings you had earlier dissipated. 

Your cunt was tired and pushed to its limit. He was working your third orgasm and you honestly weren’t sure how much more you could take. You were shaking like a leaf underneath him and he wasn’t showing any signs of stopping. “S-Shin! It’s too much, ah!” your eyes were glossy from the tears that had covered them. 

One of his hands trailed along the soft skin of your chest then down towards your navel. He adored seeing you in such a position like that. Looking all pretty and cute with his cock fucking you like there’s no tomorrow. “You can take it.” he said, using the pad of his thumb to rub your clit. 

The familiar knot in your belly was appearing and making itself known. You were close. Shinichiro could feel it as well, and he was getting excited at the thought of you cumming again. He knew you were extremely sensitive by now, but he fucking loved it. He wanted to fuck you more and more until you understood his frustrations. You were such a good girl for taking his cock like that. He wished he could have sex with you all damn day if it meant he could see your gorgeous face twisted with pleasure.

Shinichiro also felt his own climax hurtling towards him. He wanted to make you cum, but he had the urge to empty himself inside of your pretty cunt. “Spread your legs wider.” he ordered, looking down at you through the strands of jet black hair that covered his eyes. “Can you do that for me, baby?” 

Whimpering, you did as you were told and opened your legs for him. Shinichiro groaned at the deeper access he had to you now. You were sucking his dick in so perfectly. He didn’t care about the mess on the sheets or on his cock. All he wanted was you. “Shinichiro..!” you cried, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. 

He smiled at the way his name slipped off your tongue. It only encouraged him to keep fucking you with such a brutal pace. He was gonna make you forget all about that shitty day you had. “Mmm.. you’re such a good girl, princess.” he groaned. “Takin’ my cock so well.. you wanna cum around it, baby? I can tell you do.” 

Your head nodded vigorously. “Y-Yes! Make me cum, Shin..” 

Oh, he was going to make sure you did.

He wrapped one of his hands around your throat and started fucking you as fast as he could. Your eyes rolled into your skull at the relentless pace of his cock reaching your g-spot. You couldn’t stop the moans and whimpers for more that came from your lips. You were about to let go at any moment now. 

With a loud cry, the knot in your stomach fell apart. It released sparks of electricity that danced along your belly and down towards your thighs where they began to tremble. Shinichiro grunted a few times when your cunt clamped down on him tightly. He could feel it becoming much easier to move inside you now from the arousal that covered his shaft. He was so proud of you. He honestly didn’t think you were going to make it for another orgasm, but you did. 

Shinichiro’s cock twitched inside your pussy. He looked down at your fucked out face that turned him on even more. Tears rolled down the apples of your cheeks and your eyes were hazy from the affects of your orgasm. How fucking cute.

He grunted one last time, then halted his movements when he finally reached his high. He gritted his teeth at the feeling of his cum filling your cunt and covering your walls with white. You whimpered a little at the sudden sensation, but nonetheless did it feel euphoric to you. 

The two of you panted and stared at one another with seduction still heavy in your eyes. 

“Hehe.. round four..?”

[iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin]

french press

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wc: 1.2k reader: femme/gender neutral (gender warnings: reader is wearing lingerie, reader "pushes t*ts together" -- you've been warned) warnings: smut 18+; MINORS DNI!!! -- specific warnings under the cut -- also some angst and some funny stuff summary: jiwoong has a biiit of a jealousy problem. he's so jealous rn that he won't even touch you :( with his permission, you take matters into your own hands (and onto his thigh). *ੈ✩‧₊˚ oh helloooo. long time no see. decided to write something for the hell of it. maybe i'll write some more soon...

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warnings: 18+ explicit smut, thigh-riding, penetrative sex (reader receiving), descriptions of cum (reader's and jw's), unprotected sex, cumming inside, jealousy/toxicity, swearing, pet names (baby, angel)

also the title is VERY clever. french press: french masseusse pierre and... mating press. i'll leave now.

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“baby,” you whine, pushing your arms together a bit to accentuate your tits. “don’t you wanna touch? you love touching my tits.”

the sheer, black lingerie set you were saving for a special occasion is hugging every curve of your body perfectly as you straddle your boyfriend. a garter belt squeezing around your right thigh, you know you’re irresistible to anyone with a pulse.

but apparently your boyfriend has passed away since he sat down on the couch with a huff twenty minutes ago. he’s still warm though and that’s permission enough for you to let him have it.

“oh my god,” you groan; smacking your hand on the leather armrest like a frustrated child. “woongie! want you to touch me so bad.”

“well, you should’ve thought of that before you let another man put his hands all over you,” jiwoong answers-- head turning to the side in the ultimate display of pettiness. 

you sigh exasperatedly. “it was a massage, woongie. a professional one that you paid for!”

“so?” he asks with a pout. “are you suggesting i’m a cuckold by my own doing?”

“you are the only one suggesting that actually,” you reply, running your hands down his clothed chest. “the only thing i’m suggesting is that you fuck me. and i’m strongly suggesting it.”

“oh yeah?” jiwoong responds, one eyebrow raised in interest. “are you sure those words aren’t actually meant for pierre: the unnecessarily handsome french masseuse?”

“you literally gave me a gift certificate for my birthday!” you exclaim, hitting his chest lightly in frustration. “baby, i tried to request an ugly massage therapist. the woman at the desk looked at me like i was being rude. and i was! for you.”

jiwoong’s eyes go straight to your barely-covered core and you think for a second he’s finally about to give in. “you asked for an ugly masseuse and she gave you a former louis vuitton runway model? i should’ve just given you tickets to magic mike live!”

“kim jiwoong-ah, if you don’t fck me right now, i swear to god,” you threaten emptily, sinking down on one of his grey sweatpant-adorned thighs. “i’m just gonna use you however i want.”

jiwoong folds his arms across his chest in a final act of defiance, attention returning to the tv screen. “knock yourself out.”

it takes everything in you not to whine like a little spoiled brat, but you manage to suppress it. instead, you grind a little harder down onto jiwoong’s thigh. his legs are lazily spread apart in the most enticing way. you could reach right down his pants and grab him in your hands (a tried and true method that jiwoong loves), but you have something to prove too.

so you repeat the grinding motion, your heat connecting again with the toned flesh of your boyfriend’s perfect thighs. at first it’s just for show-- you need his attention and you’ll do anything you have to to get it back.

but after a few moments, a soft moan escapes your throat. jiwoong’s breath audibly hitches; his body stiffening a bit at the sound of your pleasure. despite this, his eyes stay fixed on the screen.

as a familiar knot grows just below your stomach, you almost start to forget about your goal. maybe it’s desperation speaking, but riding your boyfriend’s thigh is actually a lot more stimulating than you thought it’d be. 

“fuck,” you whine, increasing your pace involuntarily. your hands are gripping the back of the couch, eyes closing as you rapidly approach your high.

suddenly, jiwoong’s thigh grows harder-- a sturdier surface for you to grind on. he’s flexing his muscles for you, helping you reach your climax like the perfect boyfriend he is.

“gonna cum all over my thigh, baby?” jiwoong asks, voice already noticeably fucked out. it’s not a mystery who won this game. “gonna make a mess all over my pants like a fucking angel?”

“i--... oh my god, i--...” you cry, strong hands finding your hips and guiding them down for you onto his thigh. you place your hand gently at the base of jiwoong’s neck, pulling at the collar of his shirt and toying with his collarbone. “i--... ‘m cumming...”

pleasure taking over, you reach your high as jiwoong continues to guide your hips for you. “woongie, love you. love you so much.”

your eyes flutter open to see jiwoong’s cheeks flushed, his eyes locked on your core. you look down to find that you have made a pretty little mess, honey dripping from you and soaking his grey sweatpants. he lifts you ever so slightly up and back down, watching as your juices seep through your sheer panties and onto him.

jiwoong meets your gaze for less than a second before you’re wrestled off the couch and onto your back on the carpeted floor below. carpet aside, it’s not a painless fall and as your boyfriend is hungrily ripping his pants off and burying his cock inside you, you decide it’s a good time to start playing again.

“oh my god, woongie,” you complain, knowing that your back’s gonna hurt even worse in the morning. “are you trying to make me need another massage?”

“no. more. massages,” jiwoong growls, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. “unless i’m the one giving them.”

“fuck,” you whine, pulling him even deeper inside you as you wrap your legs around him. trapping him. holding him hostage exactly where his possessive ass wants to be. “surely you don’t think you’re as skilled as a professional masseuse?”

“i’ll get certified,” he manages to grunt, grabbing hold of your thighs and pushing them up to your chest in a mating press. “or would you prefer pierre’s cock inside you instead?”

“that’s not fair,” you reply, absolutely relishing in your reinstated role of bratty sub. “how can i choose if i’ve never seen both options?”

“you’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” jiwoong asks, kneading your thighs mercilessly-- striking his palm across the side with a gorgeous smack. “you’re gonna kill me so you can fuck pierre and then kill him too.”

“i’ll let you live a little longer if you cum inside me,” you promise, running your hand through his hair as he stares at you helplessly. “please, woongie. need you to fill me up.”

you can see it in his eyes: he’ll give you anything you want. he’d even let you fuck pierre if you really wanted to. but you don’t. not even a little bit. you just want jiwoong.

“fuck, i love you so much, baby,” he pants as his thrusts grow shallower and more sporadic. “gonna fill up this perfect... little...”

his hips finally spasm; a sweet moan swallowed down as you feel him spill into you. you sigh contentedly at the warmth inside of you, your boyfriend laying his head on your chest-- letting go of your legs from where he’d been pinning them and collapsing on top of you in exhaustion.

you wrap your thighs around jiwoong’s waist, making sure he can’t escape (he doesn’t want to).

jiwoong’s jealousy issues weren’t really harmful. he knew you’d never actually leave him for another man; what he always seemed to forget is that you’d never even dream of it. and besides, whatever misunderstanding arose always ended in fiery, passionate sex like this. 

so could anyone really blame you for making up sexy french massage therapists just to make your boyfriend jealous from time to time? not to worry... you’ll give jiwoong a couple months to recover from pierre before you drop your next fabrication on him: dante, the sensual italian chef.

[dark-angel-of-muses]

Ravioli Good Omens AU

Been losing my kind over this with @breannasfluff haha

Legend is a tired, bitter angel who really doesn't want to give ungrateful people blessings

Ravio is a nervous, lonely demon that is supposed to sell cursed objects at a Needful Things type curio shop but keeps all his cursed merch off the shelves and runs a normal shop. Bad for customer retention when they're cursed whenever they buy from your shop, you know.

Ravio and Legend fudge their respective reports blaming each other for whenever their work doesn't get done. Oh, Ravio wanted to sell that cursed doll to someone, but the curse was removed by that Angel! Oh, Legend tried to hand out blessings, but they were siphoned away by that terrible demon!

Meanwhile they actually just live normal lives and ignore their divine/demonic ordained duties. Legend tends a small apple orchard. Ravio has a key to his his house and if either is asked how that happened they will dodge the question.

Ravio also has a "demonic familiar" bird that's actually just a normal bird he adopted. Hi Sheerow.

Ficlet under the cut!

"Um, Mr. Hero Angel sir? Excuse me? May I come in? I'd knock but, ah, your halo is right there on the door. I'm afraid I'd rather not be horribly burned?"

Link rolled his eyes. This demon. Link never even locked the doors anymore. He was being polite by asking to come in. But he was a demon! He didn't have to be polite! Besides, Link hadn't worn his halo in years, preferring to keep it as a door knocker. The remaining angelic power scared people, which meant he could reduce the number of visitors knocking at his door asking for blessings.

Link opened the door, fixing Ravio with a critical look. "I see you've brought a friend today."

Sheerow stared unblinking back at the angel. Ravio had taken him on as a pet after the little bird made a nest on his windowsill and refused to leave.

"Ah, well. You see, I needed to bring him along. I ask for a favor. Just a tiny one!"

Link groaned, swinging the door wide and letting the demon in. If it had been a human, he would have shut the door in their face, but Ravio was.... special. They'd been in each other's orbit since creation. Link was supposed to give blessings, Ravio was supposed to place curses. For a while, they did their jobs, occasionally getting in each other's way. Link would break some curses, Ravio would steal away some blessings.

Eventually, they made an agreement to stop interfering entirely. Link was tired of handing out blessings while his Bosses were thanked, and Ravio didn't much like giving curses. Made one a bit lonely when everyone they met encountered a horrible fate. If anyone asked, they were doing the same work they'd always done, since their output was about the same.

"You want tea?" Link walked to the kitchen to start the kettle.

"Ah, it's not holy water if _you_ boil it, right?" Ravio shuffled nervously, black wings fluttering.

"No. If all I had to do to bless something was touch it, I wouldn't hate blessing so much. Besides, it's not like when you boil pasta, the spaghetti becomes demonic." Link rolled his eyes at the thought. Ravio was so nervous about cavorting with an Angel. Link knew their superiors didn't care. As long as the status quo was maintained, a little rule breaking wasn't noted by either side.

"It's not like I'm cooking for anyone else, I wouldn't know," Ravio protested.

Link dropped the black tea bags into the kettle and left it to set as he flopped into his favorite armchair. "Alright, demon. What's the favor?"

"Could you perform a blessing for me?"

Link blinked. Was he being pranked? "Excuse me?"

"It's just, I've grown fond of this little guy," Ravio scooped Sheerow into his palm, holding the bird up with one hand and covering him with the other, "And I read that birds only live 30 years, and Sheerow was an adult when I found him! If you could bless him with longevity, I would be so grateful!" Ravio bit his lip, buck teeth showing as his nose twitched.

"You do realize if your people downstairs heard that question, they would smite you?"

Ravio blushed. "Look, if it's a no, we can pretend this conversation never happened. I just thought, since we already had a deal and all, you might help me out? I do promise to pay you back! Uh, if this conversation happened. Did it happen?" Ravio's primary feathers twitched and puffed.

Link rolled his eyes. "Pay me back? What, can you curse the mealworms rotting my apples?"

"Done! They'll be cursed with an affliction so they never desire to eat again! Starvation from apathy. Lots of suffering, I promise!"

Link stared. Was he serious? He had meant it as a joke, but Ravio's face was fully earnest. He... really wanted this. Wanted to get a blessing and fully willing to pay back in a way only he could.

"Well. alright. I'll bless your bird. After all, I can't just leave him in the hands of a demon unarmed, can I? If he lives long, maybe he can tempt you into good."

"Thank you so much! I'll make sure the curse lingers, no pest will ever touch your apples without suffering again!"

He was too good to be a demon. Then again, Link was pretty bad for an angel. Maybe they fit neatly together.

[jasmyluv]

025. Vermillion Dreams

wc: 1.5k (warning!! Long post ahead)

"Hey." A voice catches your attention. You look in front of you and see a black car with its window rolled down, Scaramouche in the driver's seat.

"Hi, Scara!" You smile at him innocently, walking closer to the car.

"Get inside, we'll be late if we don't go right now." He demands of you.

"Ah, that's not how you treat your date." You tease, snickering silently.

He groans, "Fine, stay there for me, alright?" Without a second thought, he rushes out of the car with a bouquet of roses in his hand. 

"Would this suffice?" He shows you red roses, hiding his red face behind them. 

"You're adorable, Scara." You say as you open your camera app and swiftly taking a picture of him.

"Wh- hey! Delete that." He says, the blush on his face increasing.

"No! You're very very cute." You say, opening twitter to flex your very very cute date.

"Here." Scaramouche utters as he opens the door of his car, inviting you in.

"Why, thank you, my charming knight." You say some pet name dramatically, he shouldn't be even blushing about, yet he finds himself as red as a tomato. You chuckle at his expression, why so red, hmm?

"Say, Scara. How far is Liyue?" You ask. From what you know, Liyue's not that far from where you live.

"An hour or so." He answers you, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Oh, alright." As you look at your surroundings, you take an interest at the sunset view that can be found in the sky, more specifically, the one behind Scaramouche. You couldn't lie, he was breathtaking. His features are adorned by the sky's soft glow. Entrancing.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer." He snaps you out of your daydream. 

"Alright." Within seconds, you take a picture of the alluring driver and the sunset.

"What- I meant that as a joke." He clears up.

"Well, I don't."

"Woah." You say out of surprise.

"What?" He asks, still looking at the road.

"Kaveh and Alhaitham are gay and dating." You tell him.

"Really?" He's taken aback. From what he sees on his timeliness, Kaveh wants to date you. Was that some practical joke?

"Yeah… I feel embarrassed." You confess. You genuinely didn't know they were dating.

"Why?" 

"Scara, have you SEEN my tweets? It's literally me wanting to date Alhaitham." You hide your face in the bouquet He gave you.

"It's fine, get over it." He tries to comfort you.

"Well, that's fine, I guess." 

For the rest of the car ride to Liyue, you were both silent. It wasn't awkward though. The car was wrapped in a comfortable atmosphere, you didn't feel the need to talk or do anything. You felt like you could sleep.

(timeskip; 6:04 PM, Liyue Harbour)

Turns out, you did sleep. 

"Hey, wake up. We're here." Scaramouche gently sways you awake, your eyes fluttering open as you hear the many citizens of the Harbour chatting away.

"Oh, wow! It's beautiful at night here. I wonder what they did for the Lantern rite this year." You say.

"I heard they're doing a music festival." He informs you, straightening his jacket.

"Ohh, cool." You quickly get out of the car, leaving your roses in your seat. You're excited to go into the Harbour, it’s been quite a while since you've last visited. 

"Hey, wait, [Name]." Scaramouche says, catching your attention once again.

"Yes?" He comes closer to you and fixes your collar and such because it was messed up while you were sleeping. You couldn't help but notice the close proximity of you two, inches away from each other's face.

"There, you're more presentable." So cocky.

"Shut up, Raiden." You were annoyed, but didn't care so much. You didn't care, you were used to his antics.

"Ah, last name basis now, are we? You hurt me." Was he an actor or something? If so, he'd better quit his job 'cause his skills were second to anyone.

"You suck at being dramatic." You say, trying to hide your already obvious laughter.

"Whatever. Do you know where we're going?" He asks.

"No?"

"Well then, keep your pretty eyes open and try not to fall behind." 

"Hmm, you think my eyes are pretty?" You ask mischievously. 

"You're a nuisance." He insults you. He grabs your hand and pulls you into the crowds of people on Lantern rite. 

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To say that the music festival was amazing is an understatement. You met Aether and Yun Jin among the many people watching Xinyan and Hu Tao's performance. It was spectacular. 

The person from Fontaine was magnificent as well. The sweet melody the people played, along with a zither from nowhere, worked with perfect harmony. It was a night unforgettable to all.

"The fireworks were beautiful! It was like seeing the prettiest person alive for the first time. So colorful and lively." You describe the alluring fireworks in the sky, still sprouting out arrays of color. 

"It sure does. Let's explore Liyue for a bit, yes?" He invites you to roam the city of lanterns. You accept, wanting to see more.

Liyue is at its finest this year. Kids running around the streets, vendors selling Xiao lanterns, and the aroma of food in the air. An extraordinary sight to see, really.

"Scara, let's buy a lantern. We write our names on it!" You suggest, already pulling out money from your wallet.

"Alright." With a simple answer such as that, you drag him to the other side of the street where they sell lanterns.

"Hello!" You greet the vendor.

"Ah, hello, dear. Would you like to buy a lantern? It will give you and your boyfriend prosperity and luck." She says with a smile while both you and Scaramouche turn red. How could she make such an assumption?

"Yes, we'd like to buy a lantern. We're not dating though, haha." You awkwardly say, scratching your head.

"Oh? I'm sorry, dear. It's just that friends don't hold each other’s hands so much around here." She explains, giving you your Xiao lantern. You didn't realize your hand was still intertwined with his. You remove yours from his embrace, giving the money to the vendor.

"It's quite alright. Thank you!" You get your lantern and wave goodbye.

"She was nice." You say, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable atmosphere.

"Here." Scaramouche says, handing you a permanent marker. Why the hell does he have this?

"Oh, thanks." You thank him, getting the marker from his hand, brushing it in the process. You write both of your names on the lantern, making sure it's readable.

"...Alright. We can- uhm, set it free?" You stutter, having a hard time phrasing what you want to say. Though, you managed to make Scaramouche laugh, so that was good.

You go to a secluded area where you can freely set your lantern out. "1…2…3…go." You let go of the flaming light. It floats up, your names quite visible on the lantern.

You and Scaramouche have tired yourselves out, running around Liyue and trying out splendid food. You both sit down on an empty bench.

"...Hey, Scara?" You call for his attention.

"Yes?" He turns to look at you, giving you his undivided attention.

"Why did you leave before?" Oh.

"..." He stayed silent. He felt guilty, leaving you with no goodbye, no reason. It was wrong and he knew, yet he didn't do anything about it.

"It's alright if you don't want to say anything, the last thing I want to do is make you feel uncomfy." You reassure him, even though it meant not getting your wanted answers.

“No, it’s ok. We moved away to Snezhnaya because Ei thought it would give us a better life there. It did the complete opposite, it was a hellsite. Always snowed, even if it was summer. And the people there don’t come close to the weather. There was always going to be someone fighting because of something stupid like parking their cars a foot from their house… Ah, sorry for rambling, haha.” He quickly apologized. You didn’t care though, you got your answer.

“No, it’s alright. So, why didn’t you say anything to me?” You ask another question once more.

“I didn’t want to upset you or anything. I know how sad you’d be if I told you I’d be moving, I wasn’t thinking then.” He explains, his voice getting quieter, as if he was ashamed. He looked at his shoes, afraid to look at you. Why was he scared? Just then, he felt your arms wrap around him.

“Scara, it’s not your fault.” 

“I know, but-”

“No buts. It’s not your fault and it will never be, alright? You were young, you didn’t know what you were thinking.”

“You didn’t deserve thinking that I left you for no reason.” He says.

“I might have not, but I also don’t like seeing you saying it’s your fault for leaving. You were a kid, you had no choice but to follow your mother, alright?” You whisper, pulling apart. 

"Ok…" Thank you, [Name].

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Of All People… - scaramouche x fem!reader smau

SYNOPSIS When you, a student who finds her best friend admits the terrors of high school. A best friend who’ve you’d hated ever since he left. Of all people, why was he the one to make you swoon, a person you swore to hate?

Fun facts!

Characters in this story study in Sumeru Akademiya

All characters can drive

Kavetham for the win!!!

Scaramouche is very very cute :)

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-KUEBIKO Featuring Childe

Meaning: a state of exhaustion inspired by an act of senseless violence, which forces you to revise your image of what can happen in this world

Word Count: 1.4k~

Description: Childe coming home very injured and having to take care of him

Edited By: @pretty-princess-peach

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You could already tell there was something wrong. It had been hours since Childe should have been home. Archons, if he had gotten killed you’d kill him.

Childe was rarely home late. He liked coming home before his day got too long. In your time living with your boyfriend, there had been a total of 12 times that he had come home late, and there were even fewer times that it hadn’t been because of some kind of disaster he had either caused or gotten stuck in, and nearly all of those times it had been due to the fact that he had gotten distracted while on a mission to fulfill one of his siblings’ wishes after he was done with his work.

Gods you hoped he was looking for a figurine for Teucer and not causing property damage.

You had been waiting by the door for Childe to come back for nearly three hours now, nervously pacing back and forth, waiting for some sign of life. Finally, the front door opened, and you were overjoyed to know that your boyfriend was indeed okay, and- oh no, why was he covered in blood? You looked the man up and down, checking for any major injuries, trying not to get caught up with any ‘minor’ scrapes or scratches. He was leaning against the doorframe, trying to steady himself, both of his hands pressed to his side, seemingly trying to slow some bleeding from what looked to possibly be a stab wound.

He smiled at you.

“Hello my love, I’m sorry I’m late, I got held up at work.”

You snapped out of your daze and rushed towards the harbinger. Surprisingly enough, he actually accepted your help and limped forward, now using you as a support to stay upright.

“What happened to you…?” You were almost afraid to ask.

“Ah you know just- gods that hurts, just tried to fight another harbinger to have a little bit of- ah, fuck, a little bit of fun haha…okay maybe it was two other harbingers.”

Now in the living room, you dropped him lowered him to the sofa as gently as you could, but he still let out a loud groan of pain at the sudden movement.

“Ah, archons, ha that doesn’t feel too good.”

“Did they do all of this to you?”

“Yes, unfortunately they did. Turns out Pantalone doesn’t take too kindly to being called a weak old man and Arlecchino… well she doesn’t take too kindly to me.”

You sighed.

“I’ll be right back, I just have to get the first aid kit, alright?”

“Love, no, it’s alright. I just need to sit down for a second.”

“Childe, you’re covered in blood!”

“In my defence, not all of the blood is mine!”

“Take your clothes off you idiot, I'll be right back.”

“Woah now, I’d love to fuck you darling, but I’m unfortunately a bit too banged up for that at the moment.” :)

“That’s not what I meant!” you yelled as you walked into the other room to look for the first aid kit.

By the time you got back to the living room, you’d found a cloth, a small bucket of warm water, and the first aid kit you’d been searching for. Thankfully for you, Childe had taken off his pants and his shirt, revealing just how badly injured he really was. You stopped and stared for a second due to how hot he was covered in blood just how badly he was banged up.

He looked like he had been punched in the face once or twice, judging by his black eye. He had several cuts that looked to be from either knives or a sword (it was hard to tell), and he had what looked to be a shallow stab wound on his left side as well as a slightly less serious gash on his right thigh. This is, of course, not counting the numerous scrapes and bruises littering his body and the fact that he looked like someone had practically poured blood on him.

You grabbed a chair and moved it so you could sit in front of Childe in order to start fixing him up.

“You don’t need to do all this, you know. I’ll be just fine.”

“Of course I have to. You could barely walk over here.”

“It’s not all that bad. You don’t need to be so serious, I’m just a bit banged up.”

“You got stabbed, Childe!”

“Only a little bit!”

You rolled your eyes and started wiping the blood from his torso while he leaned back into the couch. Oh god there was going to be blood on the couch now…damn, you really didn’t want to have to buy a new one…. You let your mind run as you continued cleaning the blood off of your boyfriend in order to see how bad the shallow stab wound really was.

Childe watched as you ran the warm washcloth over his skin. He really wasn’t prepared for how badly he was going to lose the fight with Pantalone and Arlecchino. While he stumbled home after the fight he had been trying to think of how he could explain the state he was in to you. He knew you’d be worried, that was a given, but he didn’t expect you to have tears threatening to spill from your eyes while you gently cleaned him up.

“I’m sorry love, I didn’t mean to worry you so much.”

“I’m just…you don’t take care of yourself well enough, and I’m scared you’ll let things get too far…”

“I can handle myself, love, you don’t have to worry so much.”

“You’re such an idiot, of course I have to worry!”

“Hey! No need to be so harsh.”

“You’re reckless and don’t care enough about your safety.”

Any protests died in his throat as you returned to cleaning him up.

When you had finally finished cleaning off the blood from his abdomen, it was clear how bad the stab wound was. It was deep enough to be a problem and blood was still slowly draining from it onto your couch, perfect. You took out some antiseptic wipes to disinfect it, but as soon as Childe saw what you were doing, he was already trying to stand to escape you.

“What are you doing?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at the ginger struggling on your couch.

“I don’t want you to disinfect it, it’s gonna hurt!”

“You got stabbed and this is where you draw the line at too painful?!”

“Yes!”

“Stop moving and let me do this, idiot.”

He stopped his attempts to stand up and relaxed on the couch, starting to pout. You had expected to hear yelling or crying when you started cleaning the wound, but instead he was silent, just calmly letting you do your task. At least you thought he was calm until you were almost finished and you heard a loud crack. You looked up to see an embarrassed Childe who wouldn’t make eye contact with you.

After a few seconds of swiveling your head to see where the noise had come from, your eyes landed on the armrest of the couch where Childe’s hand had been resting. The armrest was bent at such an incorrect angle that any hope you had of your couch being salvageable was immediately shattered.

“I’ll uh, I’ll buy a new one.”

“A new armrest?”

“A new couch, idiot. If you want a better reason to replace it we can always see how badly we could break it while having some fun after this.” he was smirking at you now.

“What happened to being too banged up to fuck me?”

“Pfft, that’s in the past, I’m talking about now.”

“’Now’ you have an open stab wound.”

He laughed a bit before wincing at the pain it caused as you finished up disinfecting his wound. You continued to clean him up, putting gauze on his wound and starting to disinfect the injury on his thigh while he sat there trying not to curse. It scared you whenever he’d come home hurt, but it was especially bad this time. All you wanted was for the idiotic harbinger to stay safe. He’d been through enough already. He didn’t need to be out there causing himself more pain and suffering.

You finished fixing him up the best you could and helped him limp into your bedroom to lay down. He looked exhausted. Maybe it would be best to let him sleep, or maybe you should bring him some soup? While you were considering what to do to help your beat up boyfriend, you heard quiet, steady breaths coming from the bed, and upon further inspection, Childe had already fallen asleep. Maybe you would just make him a nice breakfast tomorrow instead of soup.

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[mistyfoxxy]

*yeets this into your inbox*

I had already tagged you so you'd see the original comment but I kinda wanna see this be written out by the master herself soooo

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ngl i forgot all about this :')

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The gang continued to rummage through the old boxes of stuff, talking endlessly about the outfits they'd wear and the strange holiday that humans celebrated. Gus was more than happy to know people dressed up as them, that humans celebrated witches and demons. They had their own day in the human world!

Hunter seemed to forget all about the earlier situation, ecstatic about the changes he could make to everyone's wardrobe. Only a few needed to be done of course.

He'd already finished his and Gus' the night before. Luz only needed help on the hem of her skirt and Amity with her cape and sleeves.

He had never really been used to physical contact so luckily Luz got Amity's measurements and vice versa.

That just left Willow.

Her outfit that she had presented to him left a few places for him to work on. But it just seemed so... plain. His mind was already at work for all the adjustments he could do and such as he rummaged through the tub of fabrics and materials.

He remembered Camila saying that he could easily become a fashion designer or open up his own boutique shop. Something like that. He had to give it to himself, he did do one heck of a job. A pretty amazing job.

"Ok. I'm all done. Where do you want me to stand?"

"Oh yeah!-" Hunter stopped rummaging, frozen in place as she presented herself.

She looked. Nice.

Not that she didn't always look nice- of course she did! She was always so pretty... Black. Not exactly her color, she could probably rock any color too be honest, but something about it made her peridot eyes pop even more with her dark hair.

Sure. Her school uniform was indeed a dark grey tunic and pretty much black but-

Tweet Tweet~ Flapjack nuzzled him meaningfully.

Ah. He was mind rambling again and Willow probably thought he was acting weird.

"Uhm. What all do you need adjustments with?" He asked, grateful he was able to get a full sentence out without stuttering or sounding like a girl.

"Oh well, you're the expert, so I was kind of hoping you'd fix it up however you wanted- well saw fit?"

Hunter glanced over the attire. He subconsciously put a finger to his chin, designer mode activated, and walked around the girl for inspection.

It was simple.

Add a longer hem, different color, maybe a darker black or green. Add a colored waistband so its not so dark.

But for that he'd need measurements.

"Hehelooksfinetomeyouregoodtogo!" He blurted out.

Willow frowned slightly, disbelief raised in her eyebrow she lifted.

"You really think so? I kind of don't feel like it's... me?"

Definitely not. You need more green. You're a witch but you're not dark and evil at all, you're life...

"Whaaaat? Noooo you're perfect!- I MEAN IT'S PERFECT Hehe" Titan he could feel his face burning now.

Willow looked confused for a second before a small smile graced her face. "If it has to do with measurements and stuff, i can do it?"

Wow. She was so smart and observant. She already figured him out. He groaned inwardly.

"It's not that i don't want to touch you- not that I do!" Unless it meant holding her hand or something... he thought momentarily. "I just. I'm not used to uhm. Well it's just-"

The plant witch then placed a hand on his shoulder ever so lightly, a knowing yet amused smile played at her lips. "It's ok Hunter, you don't have to touch me." Her face flushed slightly at that, "I just need your help walking it around me or well I'll show you. Where's your measuring tape at?"

"It's riiiiiight here" Hunter smiled gratefully as he picked it up out of his pile of sewing materials.

Willow then placed the end of it against the front of her waist and held it with one hand, holding out the other end to him. "Now i just need you to walk it around me and hand it back."

Hunter nodded. He grabbed the end of it and began his circle, ever so conscious of the wetness of her hair and the strange sweet scent that radiated off of her. He wondered what kind of shampoo she had used.

He knew Camila had bought quite a lot to go with their different hair types and dyed hairs. He wondered which one Willow used. This smelt different than the honey one-

"..unter? You can stop wrapping it" Willow giggled. "What you thinking about in there?" She asked, head cocked to the side as she poked his forehead playfully.

"Shampoo."

"What?" She snorted, bursting into giggles again.

"Eh. Sorry. I got distracted." He then quickly walked back around her until she put a hand up for him to stop and grabbed the tape. Putting it next to the end of the other and quoted the measurements. He quickly went and wrote it down.

She then did her arms and stated she thinks the rest fits just fine.

"So. Any ideas on what to do with it?"

"Of course." He smirked as he sat down and got out the things he thought would do perfectly.

"Great! Imma go take this thing off and let you work your magic." She winked and ran up the stairs.

He noted a small patch among the cluster of cloth. It had a 'W'.

Perfect.

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curtain call - a Virtues Verse oneshot

here is a Riley-centric oneshot I wrote as a gift for the lovely @thatsapodium <3

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Riley couldn’t spot his family in the crowd, but just knowing they were there filled his heart with an excited, deep warmth. Dad, beaming in the suit he had bought just for this, Mom in the same navy dress that was always brought out for festive occasions. Grandma Sophie, Grandma Grace and Grandpa Joe, excitedly taking photos. His siblings and packlings, dressed up like he rarely ever saw them. Isabel and Leah with little Clara, who was looking adorable in her dress. Carlos and Lando were there, too, of course, and Papa, and Pierre. And Maman, whose eyes were shiny and whose smile was fierce and proud when he cupped Riley’s cheeks in his hands and told him, „I knew you would make it one day.“

„Three more minutes,“ Benoit, the conductor of the orchestra, said behind him, startling Riley away from the curtain.

„Okay.“ Riley exhaled slowly and smoothed down his dress.

Ben watched him with a thoughtful smile. „You will be amazing.“

„What are you doing up here?“ Riley asked quickly, trying to will himself out of blushing.

„I wanted to come see you,“ Ben replied, fixing his cufflinks, „For good luck.“

Now, Riley was definitely blushing. „Oh. Thank you.“ He didn’t know why, but he added, „My whole family is here today.“

Ben gave him a sympathetic grin. ��Ah. Nervous?“

„A little bit,“ Riley admitted, shifting on his feet. The black dress he was wearing had a high neckline and felt like a hug. „Aren’t you?“

Ben gave a very french shrug. „Yes,“ he said, „Everytime.“

That was oddly comforting, because Benoit was a literal musical genius, one of the youngest conductors ever to work with this particular orchestra. He was a beta from France, in his early thirties, supremely talented and very handsome with thick dark hair, blue eyes and glasses.

Riley and him had been flirting for the past few months.

A low gong sound counted down the last few moments before the start of the concert.

„I mean it, Riley,“ Benoit said quickly, taking an urgent step forward, reaching for Riley’s hands. Ben’s hands were warm and strong around Riley’s when he squeezed them. „You are amazing. You will do amazing.“

Riley let out a breathless „Thank you!“ while his entire body felt like it was spinning.

Ben let go of his hands and gave Riley one last lopsided smile. „Bonne chance!“

„Bonne chance!“ Riley echoed, and then, quickly before he could change his mind, „Wait!“

He took two steps forward and kissed Ben on the cheek. „For good luck.“

Ben let out an adorable, surprised noise, half-stopping in his tracks, but Riley ushered him away, giggling. „You have to go! Quick!“

„I have to go!“ Ben repeated, a big, happy smile spreading on his face, „Yes. I have to- I’ll see you later!“

„Yes!“ Riley watched as Ben almost tripped over his own feet when he hurried towards the stage entrance. His heart was beating fast and hard in his chest, and he felt like he could do anything right now.

„Ladies, Gentlemen and esteemed others,“ the voice of the concert hall’s director sounded through the thick curtains as the crowd quieted down, „Welcome to Young Talents night at the Royal Concert Hall.“

Riley took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

The concert went perfectly.

Riley had to blink away tears in his eyes when the crowd cheered and clapped for them. Nothing could ever rival this feeling.

Well, maybe something could: the sight of his family in the foyer, Dad carrying a massive bouquet of flowers.

Jasper was the first to spot him. „Riley!“ he exclaimed, and ran at him, throwing his arms around him. He had grown a lot, and catching him forced a little „oof“ out of Riley. Nevertheless, he hugged his little brother tightly, and Jasper squeezed him back, going on and on.

„You sang so beautifully and you look so pretty and Dad cried but he pretended he didn’t-“

This meant so much more than any compliment from any professional he had received while making his way through the crowd.

His family descended upon him with hugs and kisses and compliments. Dad hugged him for a long time. Riley enjoyed being covered in Dad’s comforting, familiar scent. When they let go, there were proud tears in Dad’s eyes again that he wiped away with the back of his work-worn hand. „I’m so fucking proud of you.“

„Dad,“ Isabel scolded jokingly, covering Clara’s ears.

„Some occasions warrant foul language,“ Leah said, and threw her arms around Riley, pulling him into the next hug.

Several minutes passed until everyone had hugged him and told him how proud they were of him.

„Um, Riley, I think someone is here to see you,“ Luna said behind him when Riley was just in the process of getting squeezed by Grandma Sophie. When he turned, he saw Benoit standing there on the edge of his family circle, looking politely handsome with a glint in his eye.

„I just came to congratulate you briefly on your outstanding performance,“ he said.

Riley felt his already wide smile widen. He could tell his entire family was curiously watching them now.

„Thank you,“ he said as gracefully as he could; he knew Ben could tell he wanted to say much more. Do much more. „Congratulations on yours as well.“

So formal. A cheeky little grin tugged on the corner of Ben’s mouth. „Thank you so much.“

There was a slight pause, then Riley remembered to introduce Ben. He gestured behind himself awkwardly, „This is my… my whole family. …this is Benoit, the conductor.“ When he half-turned, he saw Maman’s knowing grin.

Grandpa Joe leaned over from behind Riley, holding out his hand to shake Ben’s. „Incredible work, young man.“

„Thank you so much,“ Ben replied, shaking Grandpa’s hand. „Lovely to meet Riley’s family.“

„You have cool glasses,“ Jasper said from where he was wrapped around Mom.

„Thanks!“ Ben grinned, „So do you.“

Jasper looked very satisfied with the compliment. „We’re going to have sushi now, because that’s Riley’s favorite.“

„Nice,“ Ben grinned, „That’s good to know.“ He gave Jasper a little wink. „Hope you enjoy your dinner.“

Jasper beamed up at him.

Riley felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest.

„I’ll see you saturday?“

„Yes,“ Ben said, turning his attention back to him with a warm smile. „See you saturday.“

„Okay,“ Riley said quietly, trying not to completely lose it over Ben in front of his family.

„Enjoy your sushi,“ Ben told him, giving a formal, modest little bow before disappearing into the crowd.

It took his siblings exactly two seconds after Ben was gone to start making kissy noises.

Some things never changed.

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we're flying above the valley below | Ch 9

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Sora paced impatiently behind Naminé, Donald tapping his foot behind him as Goofy absently preened the duck’s spread wings.

Finally, though, she stirred, stepping back from the door.

“Did you find him?” Sora asked.

She didn’t answer, just smiled over her shoulder before turning back to the door.  Holding his breath, he fixed his gaze on the door in anticipation, and seconds later, there it was.  The door cracked open, a bright flash of light quickly fading away to reveal Ven stumbling out.  He blinked for a moment, and his eyes caught on Naminé before traveling over her shoulder to meet Sora’s gaze.

“Sora...”

“Ven!” he chirped, rushing forward, “You’re back!”

“Yeah.  And so are you!  They got you out; I knew they would.”

“Ah, yeah,” Sora said, sheepish.  Riku and Kairi said they met Ven, when he’d gotten trapped in the Realm of Dreams. “I suppose I should thank you, too, for helping me get out of there.”

Ven should his head, “No. You kept me safe for so long, of course I was going to help.  Really, I should be thanking you.”

“Well, no reason we can’t thank each other!” Sora said, “But now - let’s get back to Radiant Garden.  There are so many people waiting to see you!”

Ven’s smile faltered, “Actually, I’d love to go with you, but... I need to find my Flight.  I can’t reach Terra at all, and something happened to Aqua.  Do you know where they are?”

Sora faltered, “Oh.  About that...”

“Aqua’s lost in the Realm of Darkness?  How do I get there?”

“Uh, that’s…” Sora looked over to Donald and Goofy, who just shrugged, “I don’t really know.  Riku went with Mickey, so I guess they would, but they never shared how.”

“And our phones don’t reach that far,” Donald groused.

Ven scowled, “But that’s – someone else has to know.”

“Mm, well...”

“Master Yen Sid might know,” Goofy offered, “He trained Mickey, after all.”

“Then I’m going there.”

“That’s - “

Sora understood wanting to save your friends, you Flight, and he didn’t want to leave Ven alone.  But, there was also the Organization, and he was really hoping to get back to Kairi…

“Do you even know how to get to his tower?” Donald asked.

“Uh, well.  I was hoping you could take me there?”

“I suppose,” Goofy said slowly, “But it’s likely we’ll have a job to do soon.”

“And we don’t know when they’ll call and - “

As if summoned, a phone began to ring.�� All three of them began riffling through their pockets, one by one eliminating whose it could be.  Sora got his out last, so of course that meant the sound was coming from him.

“Hello?”

“Sora, good,” Leon sighed, looking hassled, “You have to hurry.  We found the next princess.”

“That’s great!”

He shook his head, “No, it’s not.  You know we’ve been tracking the Organization’s activity – well, we found a significant reading, and it’s on a path to converge with her soon.”

“How soon?” Donald asked.

Leon leaned off screen for a moment before returning, face grave, “It could be an hour – two at most.  And Ienzo says by the readings there’s a chance someone might already be there.  You’re the closest to their location; you have to get to the princess first.”

“Got it.  I won’t let you down.”

“We'll send the coordinates to your phone now.  We’re counting on you,” Leon answered, and hung up.

“The Organization,” Ven said, “They’re the ones in the black coats, right?  The ones that...”

“Yeah.”

Ven went silent, and Sora opened up his phone, looking at the map.  Sure enough, a new location was marked, though it looked... He squinted at it.

“I think I can make it in time, if I hurry...”

“Or,” Goofy said, grinning slyly, “We can get you there faster.”

“Huh?”

“We got some upgrades to the gummy ship,” Donald said proudly, “I bet we can cut your time in half.”

“At the very least we can cut off half of that half,” Goofy assured.

“That would be great!  Oh, but.  Ven...”

Ven stared down at the floor, then sighed, “No, it’s okay.  I don’t like it, but the Organization is a problem.  I saw how much trouble they caused with you.  And... “

He trailed off.  Sora tilted his head curiously, but when Ven caught his eye, he shook his head.

“No, it’s nothing.”

“If you say so... but, we’ll go ask Yen Sid about Aqua the moment we’ve dealt with this, I promise.”

“I’m sorry,” Naminé said, “I don’t mean to interrupt, but... what should I do?”

“Ah.”

Naminé really shouldn’t have listened to them.

She’d told them she should stay behind on the gummi ship if they were heading into trouble, that she wasn’t a fighter, but Sora had looked at her with pleading eyes, Ventus had joined in on cajoling her, and…

She was so tired of being alone.

Still, it didn’t take more than ten minutes on this new world for the heartless to start cropping up, and she was beginning to have some regrets.  She was used to running from the heartless – she'd done it for a year – and she’d certainly never had four people behind her holding them off.  It’s just...

She usually wasn‘t running with a stranger.

“This looks like a good place to hide,” he muttered, squinting up at the tower they’d found in a hidden glade.

“How are you going to get up there?”

“Climb, obviously.”

“...right.”

He gave her a smug grin, “Hey, I’ll go in, take a look around – if it’s clear, I’ll see if there’s a hidden door or something to let you in.  There’s always a hidden door in places like this.  Good?  Good.”

“Alright...”

Sure enough, the man shimmied himself up the wall of the tower.  Naminé was still waiting for him to re-appear when Sora and the others caught up to her, looking a bit tired but otherwise unharmed.

“Naminé!  You’re okay.  But, where’d that other guy go?”

Naminé shrugged, pointing at the tower.  Sora and Ven turned in unison, squinting up at it.

“I’ll go check it out,” Sora decided, spreading his wings and taking to the skies with a leap, circling upwards.  He’d just reached the window up top when he reeled back, dodging the yellow rope that was thrown out.

Not rope, Naminé realized quickly – hair.  Lots and lots of rich blonde hair.

Rapunzel – as the man they had rescued, Flynn, introduced her as – was wildly energetic, and wildly inconsistent.  It took some time to pin her down, with the way she alternated between darting from place to place and collapsing into herself, but eventually they managed to get the explanation.

She was wildly breaking her mother’s rules, and wildly out of her depth.

“I’ve never left the tower,” Rapunzel admitted sheepishly.

“Never?” Sora boggled as the bottom dropped out of Naminé’s stomach.

Rapunzel shook her head, “Never.  Mother said it’s not safe, but... I want to see the lights.  I’m going to see the lights – and then I’ll go back, and she’ll never know, and it’ll be just like it was.”

No, it won’t, Naminé knew, watching Rapunzel dart forward as something new caught her eye.  Once you’ve left a place like that, it can never go back to the way it was.

“The outside world must seem so big and scary,” Sora said, watching her go, “I know how she feels.”

Naminé curled into herself, stomach turning.  Did he really know it?  The constricting isolation of being confined to one place, everything the same, all the time, no way out no matter what you do – only to be suddenly confronted with everything all at once, no guide, no knowledge of how to navigate, so wide an terrifying that you almost wish you could go back to the place you just escaped, just so you wouldn’t be so lost?

As Sora devolved into petty squabbling with Donald, her gaze swept away and met Ventus’, who stared back with a similar look of conflict on his face.

What was he thinking, she wondered.  What memory dragged him down like hers did?  She wasn’t brave enough to ask, and they both quietly followed after the others.

Still, it was difficult to stay melancholy when Rapunzel was so obviously delighted.  Sora eagerly followed after her every squeal and cry of interest, and Ventus was easily pulled in.

“So, what do you think?” he asked.

“It’s amazing,” Rapunzel gushed, “I painted everything I could see from my window, but now I get to see it all up close!”

“You paint?  That’s so cool!” Sora  said, his head craning around, “Oh, Naminé, don’t you do that, too?”

“I draw,” she answered, “I never had the opportunity to work with paint.”

Rapunzel’s eyes sparkled as she drew close, “Oh, really?  What do you work with?”

Ducking her head, Naminé smiled back.  She’d never gotten the chance to talk about it like this – as a hobby, and not a tool.

“Pencil.  Or crayon, when I can get them.”

“Oh, that’s how I started!  And, well, I still use them a lot, when I run out of paint.  Sometimes it’s too much, for Mother to get them for me.”

“… it shouldn’t be.”

“What?”

Regret, again.  She shouldn’t have said that, no matter the squirming in her stomach, should have let it go.  But still, somehow, words kept falling out of her mouth.

“It seems so big to be given anything, when your world is so small.  But you get out there and… it’s just paint.  It shouldn’t be such a big thing.”

“It is a big deal!” Rapunzel protested, “Mother has to go really far, or put herself at risk when getting nicer things for me.  She’s given up so much to protect me, and she still goes and finds things just to make me happy.”

To keep you placid, Naminé thought, but did not say.  Instead, she continued walking beside Rapunzel, trailing her hand along the flowering bushes beside them.

“I was trapped in a castle, once,” she finally said, “The people who kept me there... they only wanted me for my abilities.  If I didn’t have those powers, I would be less than nothing to them.  Maybe it is different.  After all, she’s not using you for your abilities, just keeping you safe, but...”

Naminé reached out, gently running a finger on the edges of a flower petal, “After having all this, can you really go back?”

Rapunzel clutched her elbows, looking away, “I have to.”

It was strange to watch Rapunzel, a kind of mirror of her past self.  Only not, because Rapunzel was so much brighter than she ever was, so much braver.  She refused to be cowed or ushered into a safer, protected path, insisting on facing danger head on with nothing but a frying pan and her hair.  Every new encounter was a wonder to be discovered, a learning experience whether the result was danger or whimsy.

It was like seeing the world anew – the sky, the earth, the life around them.  Every little vignette nearly took her breath away.

Naminé sat by the side of the pond, bare feet dipped in the water, as Rapunzel splashed through it with Sora and Ven, Flynn standing nearby watching indulgently.  Laughter and water droplets filled the air, the sun glinting off the spray like a rainbow, perfectly picturesque.   The scene pulled her in fully, her fingers itching for a pencil, for paper – a familiar feeling, yet lighter than she’d ever felt it.

Sora stumbled out and dropped to the ground beside her, shaking his hair and sending water flying everywhere, laughing as she cringed away.

“Not going to join us?” he asked.

“No, I’m fine,” Naminé said, an amused smile finding its way across her face, “Swimming... isn’t really my thing.”

Sora laughed, “I wouldn’t call this swimming.  Wading, maybe.”

“Maybe,” she agreed, turning back to watch Rapunzel twirl, scooping her hands through the water to bring out another wave, “Still, it really is pretty, though.”

“Yeah.”

“Mm.  It’s kind of funny, you know?  Even after I got free, even going out and looking through so many worlds... I never really saw them.”

“What were you looking for?”

Naminé paused, darting a hesitant glance over at Sora.  He just watched her with wide, warm eyes.  She dug her toes deeper into the muddy bank of the pond, braced herself, and answered.

“Pieces of Hitoshi.”

“Hitoshi?”

“Ah, that’s right.  You wouldn’t remember.  In Castle Oblivion, during those memories you lost, the Organization made a replica of Riku.  We were... friends.”

“A replica of Riku... wait, then, that other Riku with Hiro and his team?!  Come to think of it, Kairi called him ‘Hitoshi’ then, didn’t she?”

“I guess we never explained things to you, did we?”

“No one ever tells me anything,” Sora whined, flopping back dramatically on the grass.  A moment later he was spring back up, though, eyes intent on her, “So, you were looking for him?”

“Sort of.  After you went to sleep, there was... an incident, and Hitoshi’s heart was split into pieces, which scattered across the worlds.  I was trying to find them, so I could put him back together.”

“Did you find them?  Ah, though – I guess, if the Organization has him....”

“You’re right, I couldn’t find all of him.  As far as I can tell, there are five pieces in total.  One has been with me since the beginning.  Two... two I put into you.”

“In me?”

“Mm. I had hoped that you could heal him, the way you healed the other heart I found in you.  So, when I found a piece, I placed it in you.  I don’t remember placing the other, but I know it’s there.  I think that maybe I....”

She trailed off, heart aching.  That girl... what had Naminé done to her?  Sora began shifting awkwardly, startling her out of her rumination, and she shook her head, “Now that I’m saying all this, it sounds a bit selfish, doesn’t it?  I didn’t ask if you would take on that burden.  Even after everything, I still used you...”

Sora frowned, plucking blades of grass from the ground, one by one.  Finally, he shrugged, sending her a wry smile.

“It’s fine.  It... would have been nice to be asked, but, well, if I can help, what’s one more heart to carry?”

“....you really are a good person, Sora.”

“Eheh.  So, that’s three – what about the other two?”

“One of them I never found, and the other... the other I lost to a member of the Organization.  The thing is, that replica, I worked to make it specifically for him.  They wouldn’t be able to just put any heart in, not without some kind of problem.  So, I have a feeling... they used that piece of his heart to wake him up.”

“Oh.”

For a long moment, they both watched Rapunel, who had moved to teaming up with Ven to try and convince Flynn to join them.  That kind of pure joy… had she ever felt it?

“Every single thing I did in that year, I did to find him,” she murmured, “There wasn’t room for anything else; I wouldn’t let there be.”

“Well... there’s time now.”

“Hm?”

She glanced over at Sora, who was smiling at her, hand out in offering, full of light and hope.

“You’re not alone anymore.  We’re gonna get Hitoshi back – and all the others, too, no doubt about it.  And then you’ll have all the time in the world to see everything you want to.  You can even take him with you!  Trust me, there’s nothing better than seeing the world with friends by your side.  And, hey, there’s no reason you can’t get a head start – there's still more of this world to see.”

“Yeah.  Yeah, you’re right.”

Of course, nothing was ever that easy.

She should have run. 

She should have gone with Rapunzel and Flynn the moment the nobodies showed up, but – something about the shape of them, the flower-like skirt, the scythe – it opened up a pit in her stomach.  Instead, she ducked around the corner and crouched down, hiding in the bushes and waited, watching.

When the last nobody was snuffed out, Sora muttered quietly for a moment before spinning around, yelling out into the air.

“Hey!  Come out and face me yourself, you has-beens!”

“Has-beens?  How rude, and after such a good showing.  The Keyblade is as impressive as always.”

“Who’s there?”

In a blur of petals, a figure appeared, and ice flooded her veins.  A gasp escaped her before she could stop it, and her hands leapt up to cover her mouth, as if she could undo it.

“It’s good to see you again, Sora.  And – Naminé,” Marluxia said, his head tiling towards her, perfectly pinpointing her location, “It has been a while – it seems you’ve managed to attach yourself to the Keyblade wielder even without us.  Aren’t you going to join us?”

His eyes fixed on her and she was -

Small useless trapped insignificant -

back in that castle, white walls around her, scythe gleaming in the harsh light, trapped and forced to make an impossible choice.  She could hardly breathe.

“Naminé?” Sora wondered, and she should come out, she should face him, but she couldn’t, she couldn’t, she couldn’t -

Almost without think she opened a corridor around herself, the Darkness choking her as she stumbled through, hurriedly tearing another opening only a few steps away, emerging back out in the shadow of the gummi ship.

She’d forgotten what it felt like, traveling unprotected in the Darkness before that same power corrupted her.  Her last body had gotten so inured to it, so thoroughly poisoned, that she hardly felt it.  Now it was all new again, biting at her skin, her lungs, her eyes, like ice and fire, tearing at her skin as it tried to burrow inside.  That trip was dangerous.  She shouldn’t have done that.

She couldn’t bring herself to regret it.

With fumbling fingers, she opened the door to the ship, rushing in and collapsing the moment she was inside, curling up with her back against the wall.

She should have known.  She should have known.  Axel was back, other members of the Organization were back, why wouldn’t he be back as well?  Why was she still so shaken?  She was free now, he couldn’t hurt her, he couldn’t -

She buried her face against her knees, nails digging into her legs as she tried to control the shaking in her hands.  She was out of there.  She’d come so far, she’d faced so much – she was supposed to be braver now.  If she couldn’t even face this, how was she supposed to pay everyone back?  How was she supposed to save Hitoshi? 

Stars, Hitoshi.

What would he think of me now?

Next

[unicyclehippo]

If you’re still doing imodna prompts - scratch. :)

ashton isn’t the first to notice the way laudna never lets herself alone with FCG but he is the only one who’ll do shit about it, sick to death of interrupting long, sorrowful gazes that have a tendency to slip sidelong into loathing. so when FCG announces that he needs a tune-up, and that joe had reached out with some information on the ruin-delver who brought him into basuras, ashton says,

‘i have some people to visit today, can’t go with you. but there’s no fucking way you’re going alone.’

‘oh!’ FCG brightens, little head tilting, curious. ‘who’re you visitin’?’

‘people. you don’t know ‘em.’

‘well, alright! that’s fantastic, ashton! it’s so important for people to engage socially, and it’s great to see that you’re willing to practice that!’ if it were anyone else, ashton would thump them for insinuating, however correctly, that he’s shit at talking, but FCG’s voice is earnest, bright as his copper plates.

‘they’re right, though,’ orym agrees. ‘you shouldn’t go to joe’s alone.’ he meets ashton’s eyes, lifts his brows.

ashton glances casually at laudna.

‘i was planning on scouting the seat of-‘

‘dis taint?’

orym rolls his eyes. ‘just for that, you’re coming with me,’ he says. imogen just smiles and doesn’t argue.

off to the side - she’s always off the side now, lurking in the periphery of their group the sad, sodden witch - laudna’s liquid black eyes widen, fixed on imogen and orym, waiting for an invitation, some sign that she’s welcome to go with them. ashton would feel bad about the manoeuvring, about maybe distressing laudna, but she’s already distressed. imogen doesn’t look her way—another thing to fix, he wonders, or silently helping his plan? she could have skimmed it off his brain the second it sparked to life, he has no fucking clue how that shit works. still, she says nothing, and ashton speaks in her stead, calls over to their friend,

‘hey laudna!’ she jumps and he fights the urge to soften up. she’s gotta know he’s not scared of her. she’s gotta know she doesn’t have to be scared of them. ‘you good to go with fcg? they’ll all wanna pick him apart on sight, fucking vultures, but you’re scary enough to keep ‘em back, i reckon.’

laudna shrinks back into the little shadow she’s found—or made, maybe, since it’s almost noon and the sun is blazing down direct on their head. ‘i—perhaps chetney,’

‘sure,’ the wolf man agrees. he swallows a yelp when ashton kicks him in the ankle. ‘sure-ly not, is what i meant to say, words got stuck. all this dust, so thirsty.’

‘you’re thirsty?’ fearne widens her eyes over at the old gnome.

chetney fakes a cough. ‘parched. ‘fraid i won’t be any help in this - ah - this heat,’ he tells them all, dramatic bitch, and winces up at the sun, lifting a hand to cover his eyes like he could swoon at any second. ‘i need to lay low. say, in a bar?‘

‘what a good idea,’ fearne agrees breezily. ‘we can drink near the - what are they called? paragon’s call. make some friends,’ she says with a coy smile that has orym on the alert. it’s a total coin toss whether or not she’s picked up on ashton’s plan or whether she’s playing a fun little game of her own.

‘i like it!’ chetney says, dropping his fainting act for his usual suspicious intensity. ‘someone’s gotta get on the level of our -‘ he lowers his voice, scans the crowd, ‘- our enemies. you and me, sneak into one of their bars. keep an ear out for their,’ he spins his chisel masterfully in his palm, sheathed it in a smooth motion, ‘movements.’

‘bowel movements.’

‘sure,’ he shrugs.

‘suspicious movements.’

‘definitely.’

‘and i could do with some milk.’

‘if you want milk, that’s what you get,’ chetney insists, somewhere between smitten and ferocious.

‘anyway,’ ashton drawls. ‘looks like it’s just you and FCG,’ he says, and scratches at his cheek to hide a grin when laudna looks about at everyone like she’s trying to figure out how that happened.

‘of - of course, yes, you certainly shouldn’t go alone. if, if that’s alright with you, of course, fresh cut grass?’

‘sure! it’ll be an adventure!’

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1028: Birthday Movie Night (RWBY)

9:43 p.m at The JNPRO'S Residence's Living Room......

Pyrrha: (Looks at Oscar's Mirror Reflection While Fixing up her Hair and Wearing a Wonder Woman Costume) So what kind of scary movie you and Ruby will be watching this evening, Oscar?

Oscar: (Fixing up his Tie as He Wears a Dress Suit Resembling That to Loid Forger) Winnie the Pooh: Blood & Honey.

Jaune: (Walk Past the Duo, Wearing a Link's Breath of the Wild Costume) They made a horror film about Pooh?

Oscar: Yep. Apparently it's about him tracking down Christopher Robin down and kill him for forgetting about him or something.

Ren: (Walks Past the Duo Wearing A Neji Costume) That....somewhat disturbing....

Oscar: Yeah, but Ruby said it already had a cult following for a while now, so we might as well check it out now than later I guess.

Nora: (Stands Behind Oscar With her Hands on her Hips, Wearing a Velma Costume) Well, I hope it doesn't have too much gore and bloodshed. (Hugs Oscar) I don't want you get any nightmares from all of that.

Oscar: (Gently Pats the Top of Nora's Hands) Don't worry. If the movie gets too intense, we could always turn it off and watch something else. Nothing to it.

'Doorbell Ring'

Oscar: Oh. Speaking of which....(Frees Himself From Nora's Arms and Makes his Way to the Door and Opens it) Ruby! Happy Birth-d-day?

Oscar's eyes and mouth begins to widens at the sight of his girlfriend wearing a form-fitting, halter-style black dress, a front skirt, a pair of black thigh-high boots, and black fingerless gloves, resembling that to Loid's "Wife", Yor Forger. All while having a bit of flirtous smirk on her face.

Ruby: (Giggles Softly) Hi, honey~

Oscar: H-Hey.

?????: You call him "Honey"?

Oscar: (Quickly Turns Around to See Jaune Staring at the Couple) Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-

Ruby: (Happily Nodded) That's right! Your boy here called me Dear once on our date, so I figured I returned a favor and give him a pet name of my own. (Pulls Oscar into a Hug) My sweet honey pie~

Jaune: (Starts Smirking at the Lover Boy and Question) You don't say~

Oscar: It was one time and complete accident!

Ruby: But you meant it, right?

Oscar: ('Sighs in Defeat') Yeah, I did....(Smiles a Little) Dear.

Ruby: (Grins Happily with a Giggle)

Jaune: (Chuckles Lightly) Ah man! You guys been dating for a month and a half now and you're already on the pet naming phase?

Pyrrha: (Clasps her Hands Together With a Cutesy Smile on her Face) They're growing up so fast~

Nora: (Leans the Half of her Body the Couple's Direction and Crosses her Arms With a Suspicious, Motherly Like Look on her Face) Uhh-huh....a bit too fast if you ask me. You better not try and do anything risqué with my boy while we're gone, Rose!

Ruby: (Eyes Widened While Blushing) N-Nora! What made you think I would do something like that? You know me!

Nora: True, but my mother instincts could tell exactly how promiscuous you girls are. (Points Two Fingers at her Eyes Before Pointing Them Directly to Ruby) So I got my eyes on you.

Ruby: (Puts on a Deadpinned Look on her Face) Anyone ever tell you that you're taking this whole "Mother Hen" role a tad bit overboard?

Oscar: (Has a Deadpinned Look on his Face as Well) I've been telling her that ever since the day we met.

Jaune: Cut her some slack, you guys. She's only like this because she cares.

Oscar: And I appericate her for that a lot. Doesn't make it any less annoying.....

Jaune: (Rubs the Back of his Head Back and Forth Woth a Sheepish Smile) You do have a point there.....

Nora: (Comically Glares at the Trio in Front of Her) I CAN HEAR YOU THREE, YA KNOW!?

Ren: (Holds Up his Scroll) Guys, I received a text from Sun. The party's about the start in a few minutes

Jaune: (Eyes Widens) Already? Alright, uh...(Turns Back to Oscar and Ruby) The number to the Pizza place is on the fridge, money for it is on top of the fire place, and....(Gently Ruffles Both of Oscar and Ruby's Heads) try not to stay up too late, 'kay? (Males his Way Out the Door)

Pyrrha: We'll bring you back some treats once we come back from the party. (Gives Oscar a Kiss on the Cheek Before Walking Out the Door as Well)

Ren: (Walks By and Gives Oscar Another Gentle Hair Ruffling Before Following Behind the Rest) I'll make sure we get back home safely.

Nora: We're gonna miss you....(Picks Oscar Up and Hugs Him Lovingly) Soooooo much!~

Oscar: (Chuckles Lightly) Gonna miss you guys too, Nora~ Just try and have fun out there without me, alright?

Nora: ('Sigh') I'll try~ (Gives Oscar Three Kisses on his Cheek Before Putting him Down and Pointing her Fingers at Ruby Again) Watching you....

Ruby: (Giggles a Bot While Rolling her Eyes) I got the message the first time, Momma Nora.

Nora: (Went Back to Smiling Brightly) 'Kay, just making sure. (Walks Out of the Door Before Turning Around and Waving Goodbye to the Couple) Have a good date night, you two!~ Ruby, if you break my baby's heart, I'll break your leeeeeegs!~

Ruby: (Slowly Waves Goodbye Back to Nora While Chuckling Nervously) Yeah.....Fully noted....(Closes the Door Before Letting Out a Sigh) Oh geez.....

Oscar: Okay, I need to ask this: has Nora ever broken anyone's legs before you met me or no?

Ruby: (Grabs her Chin While Thinking) Uhhhh.....Does a giant, four legged Grimm counts as anyone?

Oscar: (Shrugs) Eh. I guess.

An Hour or Two Later in the Living Room

TV Screen: I'M SORRY, POOH! I-I didn't mean to leave you or forget about you, I- ('Roaring Chainsaw Noises')

Ruby: (Holds a Plate of Pizza in her Hand While the Side of her Head is Leaned Towards Oscar's Shoulder) You know, it's kind of surreal seeing something as cute and cuddly as Pooh be starred in a horror movie of all things. (Takes a Bite Off her Slice of Pizza)

Oscar: Tell me about it. I'm surprised the company who made him, didn't sue the film director yet.....

Ruby: Right? Ooh! (Gets Up From Oscar's Shoulder, Picks her Scroll Up From the Coffee Tea In Front of Her and Ues it to Find Something) Speaking of cute and cuddly, guess who else dressed up for Halloween?~

Ruby shows Oscar a picture of her pet dog, Zwei, dressed up as Loid and Yor's adopted daughter, Anya Forger.

Oscar: (Chuckles Lightly) Awww~ He looks so cute in that costume.

Ruby: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) The cutest!~ I wanted to bring him along here with us, but my dad said he needed him to help pass out the candy to everyone. (Starts Giggling a Little) Check this one out~

Ruby shows Oscar another picture of Zwei making a troll-like smile on his face, resembling that to look Anya is well known for making.

Oscar: (Starts Snickering) You actually got him to do that face?

Ruby: (Happily Nodded Some More) Mmhmm~ I taught him how to do that myself. (Puts her Head Down For a Brief Second Before Raising it Back Up and Showing Off the Anya Troll Face of her Own) See?~

Oscar: (Chuckles Lightly) Not too shabby there, birthday girl. Speaking of which, guess who's getting a present tonight?~

Ruby: ('GASPS') Meeeeee!?~

Oscar: Yep! Now close your eyes.

Ruby: (Immediately Drops her Smile in Place of a Pouty Look) Seriously?

Oscar: (Shrugs) Hey, it wouldn't be a special if I just give it to you upright. Nothing to it than that, right?

Ruby: (Stares at Oscar For a Brief Second Before Sighing in Defeat) Fiiiiine. I'll go along with the ordeal.....(Closes her Eyes Before Pointing at her Boyfriend) You owe me cuddles after this, mister!

Oscar: (Chuckles Lightly) Whatever you say, Ruby~ You can see it riiiiiiiiiiiiight..... (Takes Out a Small, Black Box From his Pocket, Opens it, and Hands it in Front of Ruby's Face) Now.

As Ruby finally begins to open her eyes, they slowly widens and sparkles at the sight of her birthday present in front of her.

Ruby: Oscar.......You got me a necklace? Of my last name?

Oscar: Yeah. (Rubs the Back of his Head Back and Forth With a Sheepish Smile on his Face) It wasn't the first option for a gift though. I thought about getting you a new video game at first, 'tIll I found out how expensive most of them really are. Then, I thought about buying ypu a weapon polish equipment for your Crescent Rose, but I figured you'd probably have one your own, so.....that plan was scrapped immediately. I couldn't find any shoes you would like to wear, I didn't think you would be into fashion in general, and I already made you batches of cookies this month. And no! You are still not allowed to know what the secret recipe for them are, no matter how many times you beg.

Ruby crosses her arms while pouting again.and making a 'Hmph' sound under her breath.

Oscar: So after that, I was planning on giving up and call the gift shopping quest quits for the day, till something in my mind told me to give the jewelry store a shot.

Ruby: (Starts Smirking Slightly) The Holy Ghost of the Ozpin?~

Oscar: ('Heh') Probably. But anyways, I went over to the jewelry store, look around for a few minutes or so until I finally stumbled upon the necklace in front of you. It might not be as fancy or exquisite as the others, I knew here and there that it would look perfect on you. So I paid it with a reasonable price and viola! Your birthday gift! I.....(Looks Away Shyly) hope you like it.....

Ruby: Like it? (Looks Back at her Boyfriend) Oscar, are you kidding? (Immediately Pulls Oscar into a Very Loving Hug) I. LOVE IT!!~ (Rock Herself and Oscar Back and Forth in her Arms) I love it, I love it, I love it so freaking much, thank you!~ (Starts Kissing Oscar Multiple Times on the Cheek)

Oscar: (Giggles Ticklishly by Each Kisses He Receives) Yeah~ No problem. Was not expecting to get alot of kisses on Halloween of all holidays.

Ruby: Yeah? Well, believe it, honey pie, cause I'm the woman here to deliver~ (Gives Oscar One Final Kiss on the Nose Before Smiling Softly at Him) But seriously though, Oscar, thank you. Again. It means so much that you went out of your way to do this for me. (Puts on a Determined Smile on her Face) And trust me, once your birthday comes around, I'll do whatever it takes to give you the best present ever!....Which (Starts TwiddlingherFingersa Little)...means I have to grind a little harder in the Huntress business more than usual, but no worries! I'll push through!....Somehow.

Oscar: (Chuckles Lightly) Don't I know it. But to be honest, I probably wouldn't want anything too grand or spectacular.

Ruby: You don't?

Oscar: Yeah. I'm a simple man. (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth While Looking Away a Bit) Plus, having you in my life is already a great enough gift to ever ask for, so.....

Ruby: (Snickers a Bit) Cheesy~

Oscar: (Playfully Shrugs) Well, it's true, isn't it? You got me fallen for you.

Ruby: True, true~ (Gently Grab Both of Oscar's Hands) Having you in my life just so happens to be the best birthday wish I've ever wanted~

Oscar: Really.

Ruby: Really, really~ I love you, Oscar~

Oscar: I love you too, Rubes~

As the young couple stares at each other for a brief second before slowly moving their heads towards each other to the romantic kiss, a loud, sharp scream and the roaring sound of a chainsaw Immediately snapped them out of their trance and turn their heads back towards the TV.

Ruby: Huh. He caught him. (Turns Back to Oscar) Is this movie scaring you at all so far or.....

Oscar: Honestly, I....don't think it is. You?

Ruby: (Shrugs) Eh. I've seen a lot scarer stuff than this. (Uses the Remote to Turn the Movie Off) Let's watch something else. (Gasps as She Comes Up With a Brilliant Idea) Like Scary Goodmother specials!~

Oscar: (Raises an Eyebrow) Scary Goodmother? As in one of those children Halloween books? They actually made a TV special based around that?

Ruby: Yeah, two of them!~ A long time ago to be exact. Where have you been all that time?

Oscar: Raised in a farm, Ruby. Where the only thing we have for technology are the tractors and a radio.

Ruby: (Giggles a Bit Awkwardly) Oh. Right. Well, no worries!~ (Grabs her Scroll From the Coffee Table Before Scooching Close to Oscar and Wrapping a Blanket Around the Both of Themselves) Your cute and lovable girlfriend is here to relive the glory that is my lovely childhood~ (Snuggles Onto her Garm Boi Affectionately) Woth some love and cuddles here and there, of course~

Oscar: (Chuckles Lightly Once More) It's your birthday.

Happy Birthday, Ruby Rose and Happy Halloween to You All!!

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[obsidiancreates]

Vision Quest Liveblog

Another peaceful forest shot... oh okay Leo is hunting a dear. Guess we're in Mirkwood now.

YEAH SWEETIE YOUR LEG IS STILL HEALING BE CAREFUL WITH THOSE LANDINGS

Oh shit was I right? Mirkwood, magic deer?

Oh it's charging IT FUCKED HIM UP OH SHIT THIS DEER GOT HANDS- HOOVES, I MEAN, WHAT THE HELL

AND ALL LEO HAS IS A "Huh" AND A CUTE FACE?!?!?!

TEACHER RAPH TEACHER RAPH why'd you gotta do those moves first? Was it a warmup thing or just for the dramatic effect?

WH- WHY IS DONNIE STANCED LIKE THAT DID THEY FORGET TO ANIMATE HIM

Kick Casey in the face April DO IT

SHE DID IT HA I love Casey but it was funny

DONNIE STOP IT YOU TWO ARE FRIENDS NOW REMEMBER?!?!?!? STOP CACKLING AT HIM LIKE THAT

YEAH LEO JUST GOT FUCKED UP BY A FUCKING DEER- HE THINKS THIS IS BECAUSE HE SPENDS TOO MUCH TIME ON HIS PHONE AND EATING CHIPS?!?!?!?!? LEO HONEY NO THAT DEEP WAS PROBABLY RABID OR SOME SHIT

Donnie, are you really advocating for Leo's plan here? Or are you just pointing out that Splinter had a similar idea once for accuracy's sake?

"What are we, hippies?!" I'm with Raph this is a bad idea

3 DAYS?!?!?!?!?!

Leo did take one too many kicks to the head, you're exactly right Casey.

NINJA'S ONLY?!?!?!? LEO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Casey, April didn' seem to love the shoulder-hug "stuck together" thi- PFFFFFFFT WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH DONNIE'S EYES HE LOOKS SO PATHETIC LIKE A WET KITTEN AND HSI OICE WAS SO SMALL AND SAD PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

ICE CREAM KITTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY OH SHE'S SO CUTE AND SWEET I LOVE HER

DONNIE FOR FUCK'S SAKE APRIL AND CASEY ARE NOT FUCKING STOP IMPLYING THAT THEY ARE GOD WHY

Leo babe. This is the trauma talking, not a spiritual realization.

UHG NO BURP SOUNDS NO MY HATRED

Ah yes. Treetop meditating. The classic refinement method. Leo's making this up as he goes, I know it.

Mikey I dunno if Being A Squirrel makes you spiritually refined but you do you I guess- oop there's tat squirrel phobia rearing it's head.

Rock carrying????? Yeah Leo's winging this

This music is so peppy!

Oh god Raph knows how to start fires now, we're all doomed

Two Donnie close-up focus shots in a row? Well, I know who's getting in trouble later now.

BLACK HOLE?!?!?!?!?!?!?

I dunno about Magic Deer Le- oh, I stand corrected, there's a Deer Fae watching them.

PFFFFFT INSTA DEATH ATTACKS- OH FUCK DONNIE HIT RAPH AND DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE OH RAPH'S GOT X EYES WHERE DID DONNIE HIT HIM OH GOD

DONNIE CHILL THE FUCK OUT YOU KEEP WOUNDING YOUR BROTHERS SHEESH

Yeah Mikey, it ran away. BECAUSE YOU ALL ATTACKED IT

BLUE FIRE- SPLINTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh he a force ghost okay

Yeah it ran away BECAUSE YOU ALL ATTACKED IT

Sad boys hours

Blue fi-SPLINTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH HE A FORCE GHOST NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Won't stand a chance against The Shre- Splinter I think Shredder isn't the main concern right now MAYBE IT'S THE ALIENS ACTUALLY

Um, Splinter? If you downplay disability as Just Mental again I'll finish you off. I know that's not what he meant but that's what he said by accident.

Journey out alo- they ARE training to be Jedi! They're gonna find Darth Vader in a cave!

"Raph, you've got anger issues. Mikey, you've got ADHD. Donnie, you're autistic. Leo, you've got Older Sister Syndrome. This can all be fixed by Being Outside. Yes I am indeed a Boomer/Gen X (IDK which) parent, how can you tell?"

Oh no it can be fixed by sleeping, okay- IF THEY DIE IN THE GAME THEY DIE IN REAL LIFE

THEY'RE FORGING SHIT?!?!?!?!?!?!?! FUCKIN' DWARVES NOW?!?!?!?! YOU'RE IN THE HALLS OF EREBOR NOW?!?!?!?!?!?!? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

RAPH HAS FLAMETHROWER CLAWS NOW OH SHIT WAIT HOW DID THEY- WHERE DID THEY GET THE METAL- WHAT IS- HUH?!?!?!?!?!

DONNIE HAS A FUCKING AXEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WHAT THE FUCK AND A MASK OH HE'S SO FUCKING JEALOUS OF CASEY

Oh look Mikey actually MADE ARMOR PIECES but again WHERE THE FUCK DID THEY GET THE METAL

Andddd Leo is Legolas now.

Oh wow Raph's cheek bits on the new mask look dumb

Hey wait, Donnie's gonna be all fucked up now with the axe though because it throws off the weight balance. Of all of the new weapons, his makes the lease sense for his skillset.

Oh my poor Limping Leo- MAGIC DEER

BRIDGE?!?!?!?!?!?!?! Shit I think Leo stumbled onto Goatman's Bridge actually

Oh nevermind it's the one The Five fought Tai Lung on in Kung Fu Panda

God Raph looks so fucking dumb- finding a hidden pirate ship? Honey you set out for a spiritual journey, not an Oblivion DLC.

Donnie GPS wouldn't help you on a mountain anyway, there's no signal. Unless it's a pre-loaded thing I guess, he probably takes that into account.

Pffffff he understood that instantly "YOU'RE GONNA- oh wait you guys are ghosts, right."

Pfffffff poor Donnie, always right about the worst things

Oooooh Mikey looks so cuteeeeeeee

You can't do this all day though, Leo, because you only have so many arrows- ooh there goes the bridge, damn this really is the one from Kung Fu Panda

TAKE THEM SPIRIT WORLD BITCHES OUT MIKEY YES- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOT THIS BITCH RAHZAR IS BACK FUCK OFF- OH HIS LINES GOT COOL

Raph WHEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE DID YOU GET THE FLAMETHROWERS AND HOW DID YOU MAKE THEM AND WHY IS THIS ALLOWED ON THE SPIRIT QUEST

AH IT'S FISHFACE

So who's Donnie gonna get then? HE'S FUCKING AXE THEM IN THE CHEST AND THEY DIDN'T TURN INTO POOF CLOUDS LIKE LEO'S DID WHAT THE FUCK

HE HIT THE MOUNTAIN SO HARD IT BROKE PIECES OFF HOW FUCKING STRONG ARE THESE TURTLES DUDE

OH SHIT DONNIE GETS TIGERCLAW OH HE FUCKED HIM UP- pfffft "Does that feel real to you?" "Absolutely."

Hiiiii Shredder, fuck off now- OH HE'S SHAMING LEO FOR BEING DISABLED I MUST KILL

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MIKEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Oh wow Donnie just really into Mountain Breaking today, huh?

RAPH'S GONNA FUCKING DROWN SHIT- oh good he's out of the water

LEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Is Mikey gonna be the first to master his spiritual stuff? Oh Ice Cream kitty interrupting his thoughts, god relatable I am thinking about my cats 24/7

Mikey's discovering Hyperfixation Mode HE FUCKING DESTROYED HIM WHOOOOOOOO

OH DONNIE NO SWEETHEART- OH TIGERCLAW SPIRIT YOU BITCH

Donnie needs to use the mask to feel unmovable and stand his ground, huh? Perhaps... because when he thinks of those traits, he thinks of Casey? Hmm?

PFFFFFFFF "YOU WILL FALL" OKAY MEGATRON FROM G1

HE DID IT HE THREW HIM OFF Shit and then watched him go down, I wonder if he was expressionless behind the mask or if he was grinning really widely. ... I wanna believe he was grinning.

RAPH SERIOUSLY WHERE AND HOW AND WHEN AND WHAT ARE THESE FLAMING CLAW THINGS WHAT THE FUCK DUDE WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU ACTUALLY MAKE THESE YOURSELF?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Well Fishface was easy

YEAH SHREDDER THAT'S HOW BEING WOUNDED WORKS FUCKFACE

LEO YOU CAN JUST ADAPT YOUR STYLE- NO CLIPPING DEER?!??!?!?!?!? FLOATING DEER?!?!?!?!?!!? WE'RE IN SKYRIM NOW?!?!?!?!?!??!?!

OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE THEY REALLY DID THE "IT'S JUST AN EXCUSE" BULLSHIT I NEED TO PUMMEL EACH INDIVIDUAL WRITER OF THIS SHOW AND SEE IF THEY THINK PAIN IS AN EXCUSE AT THE END OF IT

FUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK THIS

THE DEER WENT INTO LEO'S BRAIN WHAT

HE WALKED ON THE BLADE PART HIS FEET

OH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK ARROW IN THE EYEBALL SHIT OW OW OW HATE IT

Doesn't he decapitate Shredder later?

Pfffff Casey and April have been learning how to break boards, meanwhile everyone else got Brand New Action Figure Designs IIIIIII men uhhhh spiritual clarity

Yeah Casey, dumbfounded is right, these guys got intense in those 3 days, shit

Going back to New Yo- baby this whole episode was about Nature and Spiritualism, going back to New York is the last place for either of those things to exist

Also Casey better say something about Donnie's mask in the next few episodes, I need it acknowledged, I need confirmation that Donnie made it because either consciously or subconsciously he associates Immovability and Mountain-Like Strength with Casey "Knocks out a giant mutant rat with his bare fists and fights mutant with nothing but hockey gear" Jones

[captainderyn]

Comforting Calls [Fic]

Title: Comforting Calls

Summary: Young, freshly christened Captain Emeldir Deryn doesn't know what to do after his ship is stolen out from under him. Stuck on Ord Mantell, realizing he's in for far more than he bargained for on his first big job alone, panic starts to set in. He does the only thing he can do: calling his mentor and best friend Rielay Taqq.

Cross posted to AO3, but tumblr is stupid and doesn’t like links.

CW: Depiction of anxiety/panic attack

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The last thing Emeldir wanted to do was make this call. 

Being shot into the void of space, throwing himself in the path of a rampaging Bantha, sitting through a Coruscanti Senate meeting all sounded preferable to pressing the Call button on his holo. 

He pressed his back further into the wall of the alcove he ducked into. Pedestrians passing by gave him odd looks, but ultimately paid him no attention. They were mainly Republic military, scurrying for transports to Fort Garnik. 

Where he was supposed to head, ASAP as Corso had told him. To meet with some man named Viidu. Except he couldn’t breath and he was pretty sure that if he tried to order a taxi there he would pass out. And if he tried to walk there he would most definitely get shot. 

Fuck. This situation was bad. B-A-D in all capital letters. Shit. 

His head made a soft thunk as he pressed his head back against the wall, drawing in a thick breath of the blaster smoke filled air. If only there were some place quiet, like his ship. 

He pressed Call. 

Rielay answered on the first ring. 

Regret immediately sank Emeldir’s stomach to his toes and if the wall swallowed him whole now, he wouldn’t say no. 

Her familiar, ratty black hoodie was on and a Corellian beer was in one hand. That meant one thing: it was one of her days off. And here he was, calling her. Like this. 

“Emeldir? Is everything okay?” 

Whether or not it was a good thing that she didn’t sound too intoxicated yet battled in Emeldir’s mind. Part of him hoped she was too drunk to leave whatever spaceport she was docked at. 

Less than a day. He’d been here less than a day. 

He tried to put on a bright smile, “Yes! Everything’s fine. I just wanted to ah…say hi.” 

It was weak, even to his own ears. Rielay raised her eyebrows, setting down her beer. 

Oh no.

“Are you sure?” 

He squeezed his eyes closed, shoulders slumping. Like it or not, he’d called her for a reason. Because she would know what to do. She always knew what to do. 

But he didn’t want her to fix this. He shouldn’t have made this mistake in the first place. 

Emeldir groaned, giving a shake of his head. 

“Yes…well…no.” 

    Glass hit the floor with a clatter as Rielay leaned forward and she barked a muffled curse, but kept her attention focused on Emeldir, “What happened?” 

    As much excitement came with breaking off on his own as a captain, with his own ship, nothing could undo the four years of comfort that Rielay’s friendship and mentorship brought him immediately. Even though she was liable to kill him when he told her what happened, already his heart rate was slowing. His breath still came in rapid bursts, his voice hitched up at the end, but he wasn’t convinced he was having a heart attack anymore. 

    “There was an anti-aircraft gun here,” He began, and realized his mistake when her eyes widened, body going rigid, “No, not like that, I landed fine--” 

    If what he did could be considered landing. The Phoenix had given one too many protesting groans to count as a smooth landing. 

    What was it Rielay said? A flight you walked away from was a success, a flight your ship came out of was a bonus? That didn’t feel like it still applied because his ship hadn’t come out of it. Not with him, at least. 

    Focus. Emeldir tried to reign the intruding thoughts in. 

    “I disabled the gun and my contact told me that the hangar was being attacked, but instead of coming off the ship after I took out the Sepratists he instead stole my ship and now he’s flown it off planet going stars-knows-where.” 

    It all whoosed out in one breath, as if that would keep Rielay from acknowledging it all. He sucked in a breath. 

    With deadly calm, she asked, “Are you okay?” 

    He flushed, skin prickling like lava instead of skin. His jacket was too hot, too much pressure on his arms. Constricting him. She didn’t look angry, her face wasn’t getting that dangerously red blood-rushing look it usually did. 

    But was that a flicker in her eyes?

    “I’m sorry!” he said quickly, words rushing out. “I fucked up big time, I thought I could trust my contact and…I don’t know what happened but I’m sorry. I’m going to get my ship back, I promise, I know you helped me get that ship and it’s worth a lot of credits and--” 

    And she’d helped him work jobs for the last year and a half to save up for it, helped him find a dealer selling quality used starships and walked him through all the options before settling on this one. She’d helped him paint the stripes on the side to mirror her own ship that he’d worked on for the years before that and--

    “This isn’t about the damn ship, Emeldir.” Rielay’s voice was firm and Emeldir snapped back to reality, focusing on the way she was looking at him over the holo. She had to be on Coruscant or another Core World if the quality was this consistent. 

    “But I--” 

    She cut him off, “Deep breath. Now answer me: Are. You. Okay?” 

    Struggling, he took a very deep breath. Then another. 

    “I’m fine,” he said. For all intents and purposes, he was. Outside of a few scuffs from diving into cover, he had come out of the firefight unscathed. 

    The tension left Rielay and she sighed, scrubbing a hand over her face, “Thank the stars, kid. You almost gave me a fucking heart attack.” 

    He’d lost the ship she helped him get, wasn’t that still cause for a heart attack? 

    It hadn’t even been a year out on his own yet and he’d already fucked up everything beyond belief. 

    His chest was starting to tighten again. 

    “Who stole your ship?” 

Rielay’s question interrupted his impending spiral, “Skaavak. I don’t know his last name.” 

She scowled, reaching out of frame to grab her datapad, “The name rings some kind of bell--do you need me to come to Ord Mantell?” 

Yes. No. Rielay was far more equipped to handle this than he was. But he was Captain Emeldir Deryn now for a reason. He’d signed up for this…mostly. 

“No,” Emeldir scrubbed a hand through his hair. “I want to handle this on my own. I’m supposed to meet with this Viidu guy and Corso--one of the first people I met here--and learn something about a man named Rogun the Butcher…” 

He trailed off as Rielay tensed, giving him a very long look, “Emeldir,” 

She rarely used his name with such intensity. He gulped. 

“Rogun the Butcher is a very dangerous man,” she continued, enunciating each word, “That is one of the most infamous crime bosses out there right now.” 

A potentially deadly drive was settling itself into Emeldir’s bones, “I can handle it.” 

She closed her eyes for a beat. It was the expression that usually preceded her telling Emeldir he was in over his head, “I don’t want to doubt you, kid, but this is a very different world of smuggling you’re getting into. Different than anything else we’ve done together.” 

Hearing that from her, one of the most put together, professionally skilled smugglers he knew, sent his heart skittering again. But the shame that followed considering calling her in to handle it for him overrode it. 

If Rielay could handle it, and she had taught him, then he could handle it too…Right? 

“I didn’t mean to worry you.” he said instead, “I shouldn’t have called you.” 

Called her and interrupted her night by making her realize that the kid she’d taken in and set free in his own ship was a fucking idiot. 

“You can call me anytime, I didn’t just throw you off the ship never to talk to you again.” Rielay said firmly, “That’s not how this works, okay? And for all this…there’s shitty people out there, Em, you just found your first one.” 

She did always tell him he was too idealistic for his own good. 

“I’m going to handle this.” He promised more to himself than her. 

“Okay…” Rielay’s brows were still knit, but she wasn’t poised like she was going to jump off the couch and into the cockpit of her ship anymore. “Be careful out there.” 

Despite the fact that he was only just now getting clarity back into his head instead of rapid spinning fuzziness, he couldn’t help but shoot back, “Yes, mom.” 

“I’m being serious,” Rielay snapped, “You’re getting into some real deep shit. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” 

Like on Hoth, where he’d been caught out in what should’ve been a deadly storm and separated from her. The scars on his face were still there as a reminder, and he’d bet that’s what she was staring at so distantly now with her lips pressed together. 

“I know.” He softened his voice, “I’ll be careful, and I’ll call you if I need anything.” 

She loosed a breath, “Good. Go whoop their asses and get your fucking ship back.” 

[jloves-pp]

the Story of Merida and Hiccup-chapter 10

chapter 10-This is Berk

Merida couldn't believe she was finally seeing Berk. It was so much better than she'd imagined. Seeing the homes lit up by candlelight, the cliffs and hills with trees growing on them and the spiral like mountain which was the main point on the island. At that moment, two huge dragons flew by, headed towards land. Berk was unique and wild to the princess and she couldn't wait to explore.

"Well, what do you think Mer?" Hiccup asked.

"It's beautiful" Merida said, her eyes filled with wonder.

"Yeah, maybe it has a few quirks, but it's home" he said. He rubbed Toothless's head as they took a moment to admire their home. Afterwards Hiccup gently took Merida's hand to get her attention.

"Should we get going?"

"Aye" Merida answered, feeling more excited she held to him as they took to the air. They flew above the island, hiding out of sight so no one would spot them. Hiccup and Toothless could see the Vikings entering the Meet Hall, there must be a village meeting which was perfect for them everyone would be busy. Toothless landed behind what Merida knew was Hiccup's house. Hiccup jumped off and then held out his hand.

"Milady" Hiccup playfully said.

"Thank you, kind sir" Merida replied and lady like took his hand. She slipped off the dragon and the three of them snuck through the back door.

"Ok, let me find the candles" Hiccup said. Merida heard Hiccup's footsteps walking away from her. It was completely dark and she stood still unaware of her surroundings, then there was a flash of light and toothless had lit the fire which now gave out a warm glow.

Merida now could see she was standing in a wooden cabin, she saw a stone fireplace with a large black pot next to it, a huge chair with engravings on it which she knew it was Hiccup dad's chair, weapons and shields, furs and tapestries on the walls. As Hiccup lit the candles and set them out, Merida turned in a circle to have a good look around the room. It had warm and comfortable feel to it, she would rather live here than in her draughty castle.

"So, what do you think?" Hiccup asked her.

"I love it Hic, it's perfect for winter nights" Merida answered unfastening the brooch on her cloak.

"Well, it snows most of the year and if you don't mind the frostbite and drafts it's perfect winter get away" Hiccup joked. He helped her remove her cloak. He placed it on a chair while the princess followed the dragon upstairs. "Oh…that's my room, hey wait" Hiccup called up and quickly climbed up after them.

When Merida reached the top, she saw Toothless hopped up onto a large flat stone, as she looked he warmed it with his fiery breath before curling up into a ball and settling down to sleep. She took a moment to look around Hiccup's room.

She knew it was Hiccup's room because she spotted a desk filled with his drawings, a shield and a few tools scattered about and a few candles. But the only light in the room came from the moon, the light from which flooded in through the window, a single wooden bed with a pillow and blanket. It wasn't a grand room but it suited Hiccup very well.

The Viking was just at the top, when he heard "Ah I knew it" Merida said confidently.

"Know what?" Hiccup asked nervously. Seeing Merida looking back to him.

"I wondered if you had one of these" Merida explained turning around, holding Hiccup's helmet in both hands.

"Oh that" Hiccup sighed in relief. "Yeah, I don't parade it around but it's very fashionable here" he laughed as he stepped closer the princess. Then an idea came to him. Hiccup gently took the helmet. "May I" he asked.

Merida understood what he meant so she bowed slightly and Hiccup place the helmet on her head, she straightened up.

"Well, how's is it?" She asked fixing her wild curls underneath.

"It's suits you" Hiccup answered and Toothless agreed. "Well, I'm going to find my friends, if anyone comes knocking, Toothless will help you" he kissed Merida's cheek and quickly ran downstairs and out the door to find his friends.

The princess's smiled as she watched him go, her cheeks turned red. She still wasn't use to being kissed but she liked it. As Merida took the helmet off, she noticed Toothless smirking at her. She let out a laugh and gave the dragon a scratch.

It didn't take long for Hiccup to find his fellow dragon riders. The group were hanging around the fire, laughing and chatting when Hiccup approached them. After he explained why he was back so early, he asked them to come to his house. The teens wondered why but didn't question. Knowing Hiccup, it means be something big was going to happen.

"Hiccup, is there something you need to tell us?" Astrid said as they reached Hiccup's home. He finally faced them, he took a few breaths before he began to explain.

"Ok, I'm going to show you something that I been keeping secret for months now" he rubbed his neck nervously, seeing their confused and suspicious looks on their faces. "And before I show you. You must promise me you won't tell anyone, and I do mean anyone."

"You haven't found any new dragon, have you?" Fishlegs asked for he'd it if there was a new kind of dragon.

"No, I haven't found a new breed of dragon, but please don't rush into action when you see…" Hiccup said as he opened the door and went in.

"I bet he actually found an ogre" Tuffnut whispered to his sister.

"Well, I bet he has a mermaid in there" Ruffnut replied as Hiccup went inside.

"Don't be stupid you two, if he was hiding something. It would be a girl" Snotlout said to the twins.

"Wanna bet on that" Tuffnut asked Snotlout, holding out his hand.

"Three weeks washing Hoodfang and throw in two sheep" Snotlout answered quickly, shaking Tuffnut's hand.

Astrid just rolled her eyes at this conversation. Still, she wondered what Hiccup was up to. She didn't have long to wait until Hiccup appeared again.

"Ok come in now" Hiccup said before looking around. Once the group were inside, Hiccup closed the door and made his way to the front. "Right, everyone ready?"

They nodded. The suspense was killing them, they just wanted him to hurry up. The Viking took a deep breath and turned.

"Mer, you can come out now," said Hiccup.

Merida hesitated for a moment then stepped out from under the stairs, she walked next to Hiccup, giving the group a small smile, the group stood dumbfounded.

"I can't believe it… Snotlout was right" Tuffnut said aloud breaking the silence. Snotlout flashed a triumphant smirk at Tuffnut as Astrid stepped forwards.

"Hiccup, what's going on?" she said in disbelief.

"Guys, this is Merida. We met months ago; she is a princess from Scotland" Hiccup explained.

"WHAT!" The teens all cried. This was just what Hiccup had expected. But he couldn't think of a better way to tell them.

"A… a princess, you're a princess" Fishlegs spluttered before falling dramatically to his knees.

"Ooooh, you're in so much trouble" Ruffnut in a knowing voice, pointing an accusing finger at Hiccup.

"I'm not worthy, I'm not worthy, I'm not worthy" Merida and Hiccup turned to seeing Fishlegs bowing like mad.

"Please, please stop. You don't have to do that" Merida said to Fishlegs who stopped to look at her.

"Oh, oh sorry your majesty" he apologised, standing up and dusted himself off.

"And not, your majesty or highness, please" Merida then added.

"Oh sorry…again" Fishlegs said realising his mistake.

"Hiccup have you lost your mind" Astrid said finally walking up to the couple. "A princess of Scotland! have you thought that she could be tricking you to find information to launch an attack" she was bubbling with anger, not really thinking clearly about what she was saying.

"Excuse me, I can hear you, you know" Merida said her temper rising. Seeing the Viking girl realising her mistake. "I'm not spying on anything or anyone. My family don't know I'm on an island full of Vikings and another thing, I have real feelings of him" Merida finished, taking Hiccup's hand.

Astrid tried to suppress her anger. Too many thoughts were running through her brain. "Well, how can we trust you, knowing your kind?"

"My kind?" Merida answered. The girls were nearly nose to nose, Hiccup could have sworn he saw lightning shooting out of their eyes.

"Now, now please. There is no need for this" Hiccup said calmly, getting in between the girls "We're all friends here, we don't want anyone to discover Merida, so we need to work together, as a team, right?" Hiccup pushed them slightly apart. The girls kept glaring at each other, he could sense that a fight could break out. "So can we all be friends?" it took a moment before the girls said together a reluctantly

"Fine".

"So can we go now?" Ruffnut interrupted.

"Oh of course" Hiccup said "Let's meet back here tomorrow". They agreed, Astrid just stood there for a moment, looking at the couple before she turned to leave.

"Oh, by the way" said Snotlout, leaning against the door. "So does she have an older sister, if…" Hiccup slammed the door in his face.

"Well, that went well" Hiccup sighed with relief.

"Aye, I'm glad it's done" Merida answered, taking his hands into hers.

They hugged in agreement and headed to bed. Hiccup suggested that Merida have his bed but she told him that she was fine sleeping on the floor so he had the bed. They ended up sleeping next to Toothless, cuddling up in the blankets, for a peaceful nights sleep.

Merida was the first up the next day, she was admiring the village now it was daylight.

"Hello milady" Hiccup said stretching as he walked to her.

"Hello to you too" Merida replied, kissing him sweetly. "Did you have a good sleep last night?"

"Aye, I did" Merida said with a smile, then they heard a grumbling noise. "And apparently I'm really hungry".

Both of them laughed together as the dragon woke and stretched before joining them.

"Well, I'll get breakfast, be right back. Oh, dad will probably be in the hall asleep so it safe here"

Hiccup kissed her cheek and headed out. Merida placed her bag safely under Hiccup's bed (in case Hiccup's dad found it). She then headed downstairs, mostly for something to eat, there she found a barrel of water next to a bunch of swords.

She picked up a ladle and started drinking, she just taken her third drink when she glimpsed something reflected in water. Merida stayed perfectly still as the thing grew bigger, glancing quickly she remembered at the swords. Merida waited and at the right moment, she grabbed one and got ready for a possible attack. Her instinct was right because…

"Astrid, what are you…?" Merida exclaimed seeing the blonde headed Viking towards her wielding with an axe.

"You can't fool me. You tricky witch!" Astrid cried with anger in her eyes she came at her again but Merida blocked it and pushed her away.

"Astrid, just listen…" Merida tried to speak but Astrid just swung at her. The only thing she could do was defend herself. She fought Astrid, their weapons clash against each other. Astrid suddenly kicked Merida in the stomach she fell hitting the door which opened as she fell. The redhead didn't have time to think about the pain for Astrid was about to try to split her in two. Merida rolled over just in time as the axe hit the ground. She managed to get to her feet and ran and left Astrid struggling to free her axe.

"COME BACK HERE, YOU HOTHEADED VIPER!" Astrid shouted at the top of her lungs, she'd freed her weapon and followed Merida like a wild creature hunting for prey.

Hiccup and Toothless took a long-time gathering food but they manage it. As they walked back, they found his friends watching something.

"Hey guys" Hiccup called.

"Hey Hiccup" the gang answered before they turned back.

"So, what are you looking at?" Hiccup asked curiously. "Another dragon fight?"

"No, just Astrid and Merida having a fight to the death" Ruffnut casually said.

"Oh, that's nice. Tell me who…WHAT!" The Viking dropped the food and rushed to the balcony. He could see clear as day Merida and Astrid running and fighting all over Berk. A few Vikings were outside, usually doing their usual business but didn't see or hear the two in their epic battle. "Oh, my gods, this is a nightmare".

"Nightmare?" Snotlout said before putting an arm around Hiccup and hugging him hard "This is every man's dream, to have girls fighting over you".

"Yeah, and they're going to kill each other" Hiccup said as he broke away and ran to stop them with Toothless behind him. The dragon lifted the Viking to his back.

Merida wasn't really sure where she was going, of course she'd never been to Berk until yesterday. She heard footsteps, Merida hid behind a barrier just as Astrid appeared, gritting her teeth and scanning her surroundings. Merida waited for the Viking girl to turn before she could escape. She ran the second Astrid turned her back, Astrid spun around to see Merida running and heading to the old dragon circle. The princess saw the arena, she then heard shouting for Astrid. Wasting no time, she ran in to hide. Merida took this moment to breathe and look around. She remembered Hiccup talk about the killing ring in his story, she already imagined Viking warriors fighting the dragons, she also noticed scratches imbedded into the walls. She was looking at some of the scratches when an axe flew right past her. Merida looked up and saw Astrid. Quickly Merida dashed to avoid the Viking who had jumped in the arena and expertly landed on her feet, she looked threateningly at Merida with a firm grip on her axe.

"You won't leave this island alive" Astrid growled, swinging the axe. The redhead blocked the blow and the two girls stood face to face, with all their might, they pushed their weapons against each other.

"Astrid please stop, just listen".

"I'm not listening to a Scot like you" Astrid yelling as once more the weapons clashed together.

"Just listen, Hiccup and toothless crashed in Scotland and I found them. He didn't tell me or anyone that he was a Viking" Merida explained as they fought around the ring. "He only told me the truth days later, but by then we had feelings for each other. He could have forgotten all about me but he came back, he came back knowing the danger. Hiccup said there's truth about showing trust and understanding and he wanted to prove it.

Astrid looked at Merida in surprise "He said that?" she suddenly felt tired and hot, the realisation hit her and pulled she laid down her axe. "Oh gods" was all she said as she sat down. Merida sat next to her, catching her breath. The two girls didn't say anything of a while until the Viking said softly "I've never fought over a boy before".

"Me neither, never been interested in all that romance stuff before" Merida admitted then complimented Astrid "Nice axe skills".

"Thanks" Astrid said before adding "You have great swords skills".

"Thank you," said Merida. The two shared a smile before she asked Astrid "Quick question, when Hiccup is explaining something, can you understand him because he speaks so fast that I couldn't understand".

"All the time, and when he plays with Toothless, it's sounds very intimate" Astrid added.

"Aye and I'm like, do you two want to be alone?" Merida said. Both of them burst out laughing. They laughed so hard; they were rolling on the floor. It was then Hiccup and Toothless ran into the Arena to stop them. Hiccup quickly jumped off his dragon and ran to them.

"STOP! Please stop, it's…." Hiccup stopped in confusion. He imagined the girls in a blood drenched fight, but found Merida and Astrid laughing? Toothless looked confused too. "What's going on?" He asked they took one look at him and laughed even harder.

Toothless gave out a growl and tilted his head as if to say "Is this was girls are like?"

"Yeh bud, I don't understand them either" said Hiccup in reply.

Eventually the girls calm down and went to find the others still giggling a little. They walked back towards the village when they met their friends who were excited to know the result.

"So, who won?" What is the first thing with Tuffnut asked when Hiccup, Merida, Astrid and Toothless reached them.

"Well, we agreed on a draw" Astrid said, both girls nodded.

"Oh, come on!" Snotlout groaned with Tuffnut.

"Where's the fun in that?" Tuffnut added.

"Ok, play times over. Now who wants breakfast?" Hiccup said and everyone agreed.

"Hang on" Ruffnut said suddenly "She can't walk around wearing that. She'll stick out like a eel in a barrel full with fish" pointing at Merida's dress.

"I travel light so I didn't bring any other clothes" Merida explained.

"Well, we can fix it" Astrid said, "Come on" She linked the princess's arm in hers and she Ruffnut led Merida to her home.

The boys were outside waiting (they were ordered not to enter) as Astrid and Ruffnut found some clothes for Merida who was excited to try something different. She held a pair of trousers, thinking they'd suit her better than a dress.

"My mum would kill me if she saw me in these" she voiced her thoughts.

"Does your mum always tell you what to do?" Astrid asked as she place more for Merida to choose.

"Aye, but it's not so bad, she used to try and make learn how to be a lady" Merida answered.

"Who has time for that, not me" Ruffnut commented. Merida smiled at that.

"Yeah, it is" Merida replied before she found a tunic she liked.

"Well, while you here. You can be yourself. I can see you're not a princess at heart" Astrid reassured her. Merida already like them, she hadn't any girls as friends back home, most of the girls in Dun Broch were more proper and ladylike and not on the same wavelength as her. "Ok let's get you dressed, Viking style"

"But first, the hair" Ruffnut the said.

"My hair?" Merida asked in concerned, taking a few steps away.

"Well, we Vikings rock a look that we're famous for" Ruffnut casually said. Flicking one of her braids. Merida was always uncomfortable with people messing with her hair. Especially if it was her mum but she felt like she could trust them to not hurt her.

"Ok just not too tight" she said reluctantly.

"Don't worry" Ruffnut said cracking hair fingers "I'm an expert".

A few minutes later, Astrid and Ruffnut opened the door, waking a sleeping Tuffnut and Snotlout while Hiccup was talking to Fishlegs.

"Gentlemen and dragon" Ruffnut announced waving her hands in exaggeration. "May we present Merida" and Merida walked out, rubbing her arm. She normally wouldn't be nervous about anything but she was worried what Hiccup would think, but seeing the awe struck look on his face, Merida relaxed.

Merida was wearing a cornflower blue tunic, dark green pants and brown fur boots. She had her quiver attached to her belt and her hair was in a braid, Ruffnut made sure it wasn't too tight so it was quite loose and some curls poked out.

"Wow, you look great Mer" Hiccup complemented, the night fury nodded in agreement. This made the princess blush, Astrid playfully nudged Merida.

"She definitely fits in around here now" Astrid added. The others agreed.

"Well, we better go in before…" Hiccup began to say but then.

"Hey Hiccup" they all looked over to see Gobber walking towards them.

"Quick hide Merida" Hiccup quickly said. He couldn't believe things were unveiling so quickly. Merida hid underneath one of Toothless's wings while the others tried to act casually.

"Morning you lot" Gobber greeted.

"Hey Gobber" the teens replied as natural as possible.

"I didn't know you were back Hiccup, your dad will be happy you're home" he said.

"Yeah, me and Toothless came back late last night, but we were tired." Hiccup explained rubbing his neck.

"Well, I won't delay you any longer, you and your redheaded friend need to hurry" Gobber said with a knowing smirk.

"We will, we'll be…" Hiccup stumbled. Did he hear that right or was it his imagination tricking him.

"Come on out lass" the old Viking said gently, looking over where Merida was hiding. With hesitation, Merida slowly stood up. "You're new around here aren't you, what's your name?"

"Merida, I'm…" she replied not sure what to say. Definitely can't say princess of Dun Broch or Scottish, in fear of getting caught.

"She's my cousin" Merida heard Astrid say, she wrapped an arm around Merida's shoulders. "She came to visit for a while and we're just showing her around Berk".

"Cousin? I didn't know you had a cousin that I didn't know" Gobber asked sceptically.

"I'm a distant cousin, we write to each other and I wanted to see Berk for myself" Merida said glancing at a worried Hiccup standing behind Gobber.

"Well, welcome to Berk." Gobber said and shook Merida's hand. Merida gave him a sweet smile.

Hiccup had told her that Gobber was nice when you get to know him. "Well, I better get my chores done, I have dragons that need me to fix their teeth" he said before walking back to his workshop.

"Oh, mind the dragon droppings" the old Viking called out to them.

"That was close" Fishlegs sighed. All of them were relieved, it went through their minds, how can they can keep this up?

"Thanks Astrid, for that quick thinking" Merida said gratefully.

"No problem, that's what friends do" Astrid replied.

" Hi definitely owe you one, fancy some more sword practice later?" Merida asked grinning.

"You're on" Astrid said excitedly before she and the others ran back to the meet hall.

"I don't get it" Hiccup said aloud.

"What do you mean?" Merida asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm just saying. One minute you're killing each other, the next you two are friends" He explained. "Sorry, I don't know much about girls"

"I don't know anything about boys, but we can learn together" Merida said and kissed him on the cheek which made her Viking smile. "Come on, all the food will be gone" she took Hiccup's hand and they ran to catch up to the other.

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Eyes Don't Lie IV

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Eyes Don't Lie Masterlist

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Severus Snape x OC x Lucius Malfoy

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Walking back to her compartment she past many others filled with laughing children, she felt a little out of place based off her age but she hoped she could blend in well. Opening the door to the compartment she walked through throwing her purse on the seat and lazily sitting down next to it.

"You don't have your house robes on." Snape told the girl. "I know, I don't have a house yet. I'm a transfer student." Charlotte explained to the man. "Ah you're the one I was told about." Snape folded his newspaper. "Hopefully all good things." She smirked playing with her fingers. "I'm supposed to escort you to the headmasters office while the other students are being brought to the great hall." Snape informed the girl of her house sorting plans. "Oh! What a coincadink." Charlotte chuckled. Looking up at the man he raised a brow signaling that he had no idea what she meant. "Coincadink you know, coincidence." The man hummed sounding irritated.

The silence was loud, at least to Charlotte, Snape was not affected, being used the the silence. Luckily the train wasn't too far away from Hogwarts when she got back from the bathroom, and the hissing of the of the train stopping broke the silence. "Follow me, we need to get to the headmasters office as quickly as possible." Standing up Snape started out the compartment, Charlotte grabbed her bag quickly and followed behind him.

Snape didn't need to tell a single student to move as they automatically moved out of the way clearing a path off the train. Most students that know of Snape's punishments felt bad for the girl thinking she was in trouble.

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The walk to the office was quite a long one and at Snape's pace Charlotte had a slight amount of sweat on her forehead. Snape whispered something and the the gargoyle started to move revealing a staircase, walking up the stairs Charlotte kept looking around.

Stopping in front a wooden stool in front of a wooded desk. "Sit." Looking over at Snape she slowly walked over the the stood and sat down fixing her skirt. Waiting for the headmaster she looked around the room analyzing the decor and the trinkets, her fingers also hooking, pulling, and popping each other.

Soon the headmaster came in and with him was an older lady, she had a serious look and was very formal. That lady held a old tattered brown hat, she walked next to you as the headmaster walked around the desk and sat down on his chair.

"Minerva." He said, signaling to the woman to place the hat upon the girls head. Upon impact against the top of her head the hat woke, it went through her memories like files, looking at her intentions when doing anything, her dreams, what type of people that would help with those dreams or help her mature.

"Better be...SLYTHERIN!" The hat yelled out. Minerva pulled the hat off and left. Her tie and robes changed to green and silver colors. "Wonderful!" The headmaster congratulated looking over his half moon glasses. "Your head of house will be Severus here. He will escort you to the hall and to which table you sit at." Lifting his hand he gestured to Snape. Charlotte jumped off the stool following the Professor out.

"Looks like your stuck with me." She smiled up at him, he rolled his eyes. "Unfortunately." This made Charlotte chuckle.

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The walk was quier and they arrived at the hall, Snape told her about the expectations of the Slytherin house. Pushing the doors open Snape held the open for the girl, walking through her pointed out which table she would sit at. The headmaster was already sat at his spot at the table which surprised Charlotte.

Draco spotted Charlotte walking in and waved his hand. She spotted it and walked over. "This is Charlotte we met at a bookstore." She waved to the kids sitting near him, he turned to her. "I knew you'd get in the best house." She sat down next to him. "Shouldn't you be around people that actually like you." A girl with black hair just above her shoulder. "Probably but there's most likely not many of those people here." Charlotte chuckled.

"Pansy stop being mean to our friends." Draco scolded the girl. She turned bright red in both anger and because of embarrassment. "No it's okay, she wasn't being mean. Only asking a question." Charlotte defended her waving her hands in front of her. "Whatever you say." Draco took a sip of his drink.

Dumbledore made a few announcements and the first years were sorted just like she were not even thirty minutes ago.

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After the dinner the group showed Charlotte how to get to the common room and where everything was. She walked up the stairs with Pansy and Astoria. The two other girls shared a dorm so they left Charlotte alone in the hallway, continuing her walk she came upon a door with a gold plate having only her name.

She opened the door and found only one bed, one dresser, one desk. Charlotte was extremely surprised, but in a good way continuing into her room there's a not on the desk. Grabbing it, it was from Dumbledore.

Dear Charlotte,

Since you are older than all the other girls in your and we've already done the bedding charts we decided on giving you your own room.

Use it wisely, Dumbledore

Placing the letter back on the desk along with her purse she removed her clothes. Left in her underwear and bra she set an alarm on her wand and flopped on the bed, falling asleep immediately.

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The first day of classes went by smoothly until her favorite class, potions, sadly her best class is magical beasts though. Charlotte spent most of her time at Ilvermorny and even at home reading books about potions and how they work.

She sat next to a boy with ginger hair, he was tall and had a mischievous glint in his eyes. He looked almost identical to another boy who was sat on the other side of the classroom.

"Hi, I'm George." His hand was extended forwards at Charlotte. "Hey." She shook his hand back for an awkward amount of time, he had an expecting look. "Oh! Uh my names Charlotte." She smiled and their hands parted. "Over there is my brother Fred." George pointed to the boy across the room.

"I kinda guessed that, you both look identical." Charlotte chuckled. The door open and Snape walked in, slamming the door shut. He started in expectations and rules of the classroom.

"I don't think I've ever met a nice Slytherin." George whispered, "all the rest are super gloomy all the time like old Snapey here." Charlotte smiled wider than she was before, this pushed George to keep going. "Like vampire's, you know the creatures that are all like, 'blah, blah, blah.'" When saying the last part he moved his hand into claws and shook them at the words.

Charlotte bursted out laughing interrupting Snape in the middle of talking about the rules. "Is something funny Ms. Bren?" He asked raising one eyebrow. Stifling her laugh she tried to answer him "N-no s-" George reiterated the 'blah, blah, blah' under his breath causing Charlotte to start laughing again.

"How 'bout you laugh it out in nighttime detention." That made her stop laughing, looking up to the professor, his eyes dared her to say something against him. She looked down at her desk and Snape continued. She smacked George on the arm.

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