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[thelittleliars]

Surprise (3/4)

Warnings: Fluff; a bit of angst and nfsw

Words: 2.6K

Summary: You being a gay mess around Natasha

A/N: Part 3 is finally here!!! I didn't proofread it so there might be mistakes. If you want to be added or get removed from the tag list just let me know! Part 4 will also be the final chapter in this series so enjoy!!

[Part 1: Silence ; Part 2: Second Chance ; Part 4: Survive]

Hell broke loose after thanksgiving. Some kind of mutated virus spread, most of the Avengers were immune since they had already had different DNA but you normal people hit it hard. Natasha, Kate, Yelena and you apparently came in contact with the virus and had to move to a secluded facility on the compound’s ground. You four were in isolation, each one of you alone in a room with a glass front. You didn't know if Clint and Scott had to do this in their own homes too. Those poor kids would see this cruelty of a virus.

Natasha rebelled against being in a room alone, she wanted to be in yours, she had to continue fixing the mess she created but the agents who also were to watch us twenty four seven didn't let her. 

It was around the 9th day when Natasha exploded, she couldn't stand not being able to see and touch you when both of you were only separated by a thin wall. "GET ME OUT OF HERE! JUST PUT ME IN Y/N'S ROOM!" She started to bang on the glass hard, it was no use though, the glass was solid. 

Even though you couldn't see her, you heard her yelling and banging against the glass. "Nat, calm down." You tried to get to her but that was also no use. Hearing your voice made her even more desperate to be moved to you. The itch inside of Natasha would only stop the second she could hug you. 

"Please," she pleaded. "Let me continue this isolation with my wife." All attention was on Natasha now. She just called you her wife, every single part of your body felt like it was on fire, the burning desire of being her wife was suddenly the only thing in the world that you wanted. You knew you had feelings for Natasha, you suspected it during the time apart before you realized it on thanksgiving.

"Ms Romanoff, we have no record of your apparent marriage with Y/N Y/L/N." An agent who worked here to monitor us, told that Natasha. She was quick to correct him that it was Mrs Romanoff. "I'm sorry Mrs Romanoff, without any document we can't let you-"

"Alright you got me! We're only engaged but the wedding would have been in a couple of days. I'd like to think her as my wife already." If you didn't know Natasha from the inside out then you'd have believed her right there. Hell you actually believed her for a fracture of a second because how convincing she sounded. In all the years you've known her, you never once saw her using her sweet talk skills, not only did it impress you hugely but something inside of you shifted. You found her actions very sexy.

The second she was brought into your room, you avoided eye contact at all costs since you're a bit embarrassed about the way you just thought about her. Natasha was also quiet as she sat down on your bed with a good amount of distance from you. Usually she'd have greeted you with a warm hug but she also was embarrassed, just about how impulsive she acted and what she said to get to you. The black widow didn't know what came over her.

You scooted over but only so far that your knees were touching, which made her  jump, she didn't expect the closeness. You saw it but ignored it, you started to dance your fingers along her thigh towards her hands that were resting in her lap. Once you reached them you took one of her hands in your own, her warmth spread over to you and you melted on the inside.

"So about that wife part.." You whispered while drawing tiny patterns on the back of her hand with your thumb. Natasha exhaled loudly, thinking of the best way to explain her actions. When she came up with nothing logical she simply shrugged. 

"I knew you're good at sweet talking and seducing since I all the stories but bloody hell, I didn't expect you to be THAT good." You finally turned your head to look at her when you saw she already looked at you intensely. Nat frees her hand from your hold, lifted it up to your face and traced the outline of your jaw. Your heart had never pounded so fast in your entire life as right there. She leaned closer to you, feeling her warm breath all over your face, while you wait for her next move. "You haven't seen nothing yet baby." She said it more quietly but in such a raspy way. You sat there frozen and errored with a gay panic rushing through you. When she leaned back and saw the look on your face, a huge grin broke out. "This was just a preview."

"Just because you know I'm gay now doesn't mean you're allowed to cause gay panics!" The words stumbled out of you fast. Your mind was still racing with thousand of thoughts, it was even worse than your nightly routine of overthinking.

"Just don't fall in love with me." The red head winked and you honestly didn't know if she was serious or just teasing you.

"Afraid that I can't control myself around you if I fall for you?" You shot back with sudden confidence. 

"Darling, nobody can control themself around me. I mean just look at me." She cockily told you. 

"Then stop flirting with me and we'll be both fine." Deep inside you knew that you'd end up falling in love if Natasha would continue flirting. 

"Whatever.“ She rolled her eyes before bumping her should into you to keep everything light, then brought up a story you didn't know yet in hope to continue to fix the riff she caused. You knew it wasn't much but it still was the beginning of trusting each other again and a way to strengthen your bond. 

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Later that day there was a bit more commotion from the agents monitoring us. You didn't pay it any attention, your concentration was completely on the book in your hands, it was a new thriller you bought recently. The only time you actually looked up was when you heard someone saying your nickname. You made eye contact with non other than one of your old flames, she and all the other old flames of your knew your status of being in the closet and thankfully they kept that secret with them. 

"Agent Holm!" You exclaimed with excitement. "It's so nice to see you again, it's been too long."

"You know you can call me Leyla so please do that." She smiled at you, thinking to herself that it had been way too long to meet again. "Well, you're one of the unlucky ones who contracted with the virus huh?" 

You stood up from the bed you sat on when you read your book, now walking towards Leyla who stood at the glass front. Then you decided to sit on the ground with crossed legs. "As you already know, the universe and my body loves to attracted every kind of shit." 

Natasha, who was working out, came out of her trance when she heard you talking to someone. She didn't recognized the brunette you were talking to, the woman seemed familiar to her but could not match a name to the face and that irritated her. You seemed so free and happy to talk to the brunette, and with the way you looked at her.. Natasha was literally fuming with jealousy that the second you laughed at something the agent said, something inside of her just snapped. 

"So how come you two get to share a space but not these two?" Leyla pointed behind her towards Kate and Yelena, who were in separated rooms. 

"Perks of being best friends?" You hoped you were convincing enough but also knew that your reason was weak. 

"And they were roommates!!!" She said in fake shock. You blushed profusely, trying to hide it by looking down and also shaking your head fast to deny her claims. "No no no, Stop. It isn't like that!"

"Then please enlighten me!" She smirked at you, still loved teasing the heck out of you.

"I-I-I can't explain how but she convinced one of the agents to let her isolate with me. It also only happened earlier today!" You looked over your shoulder to where Natasha was last training but she wasn't there anymore, in fact she was nowhere to be seen. But then she came out of the bathroom wearing only shorts and a black bra, a small white towel was hanging around her neck that fell right down towards her boobs. Your eyes widened at the sight of her, a fire inflamed in you and heat rushed in more than one place. You felt pathetic in how easy she suddenly affects you. 

"It isn't like that." Agent Holm mocking the  words you said a minute made you finally look away. You mumbled a small fuck off which she laughed off. "If you haven't made a move on her then I definitely will."

"Well then shoot your shot." You basically dared her. She raised her eyebrows before putting her left arm up to the glass and leaned against it. "Hey Romanoff!" 

Natasha looked to you guys, wondering what the agent could want from her. "Yes?" Leyla pointed towards you, "This hot shot wants to spar with you."

You shook your head in denial, sparring with Natasha in general was difficult already since both of you were very competitive but it'd be your death now with having feelings for her and her looking so incredible hot. Natasha purposely flexed her arms when she saw you looking over to her and if you weren't gay panicking before then you definitely were now. "Oh yeah?" Natasha's eyes twinkled mischievously, you knew how much trouble she'd cause if you didn't stop her. 

"Listen, Leyla was just kidding! She loves fucking with me." You turned back towards the brunette but she left you alone with your crush. Anxiously you spun back towards Nat, she had a teasing smile on her face that nearly made you fall to your knees. "Why would she want to fuck with you like this though?" The red head walked with slow and confident steps to you, only stopping when she was a few inches away. Then she leaned in, you felt her warm lips near your ear that made a shiver ran down your spine, her breath was also very warm and you didn't know how to function anymore. "I guess I know why." Her whispering was so soft that you thought you were currently dying in gayness. "It's fun and easy to fuck with you."

You stood there frozen even after Natasha walked a few steps back to give you some space. Leyla's voice snapped you out of it. She was still gone but you could hear her talking loudly in the distance.

"Someone send a medic to Y/N. I think she is having a huge gay panic." You hid your face in your hands after hearing Leyla telling the other agents. Nat giggled quietly to herself but you still heard her. It really was going to be a hellish long day. 

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After two weeks of quarantine and painful isolation, you all got checked out throughly by a doctor before being able to go back to the main compound area. The Avengers all greeted you back, hugs and kisses on your cheeks were given. Wanda was so nicely and made a warm welcome back meal. Everyone ate it with big smiles on their faces, praising Wands for her cooking skills and being thankful for making such great food. Afterwards Yelena and you went to your rooms while Kate went to the archer training room to practice her aim again and Natasha just simply disappeared without saying where she was going. 

It was around 6pm when you decided to get ready for bed and relax with a smutty book. You were relieved to have your privacy back, two weeks without any kind of sexual pleasure had you rilled up, it also didn't help that Natasha constantly walked around in a tank top and did her workout stretches right in front of you. You jumped into you bed and grabbed the book, the begining of the story was slow at first but got steamy fast. Before you could even reach the dirty part that you craved reading, a body plopped down next to you.

"Whatcha reading?" The freshly showered black widow asked you while she placed her hand on your stomach and nuzzling her whole body into your side.

Though you were extremely frustrated that you couldn't even get to the start of fucking yourself, it washed away by all the embarrassment you were feeling of getting caught reading smut. "Nothing." It came out of you too fast, Natasha only wanted to make a bit of small talk before falling asleep but your quick nothing got her curious. "Y/N, what's the book about?" 

"Sapphic love." More like sapphics making love but she didn't need to know that. Natasha immediately knew that you weren't telling her everything so she was going after the book herself. You squealed and tried your best to hide the book but she simply sat on your lower stomach and somehow got ahold of both of your wrists and held them above your head. The book was in her free hand and she opened it easily to read things out loud from a random page. 

"You couldn't wait for Ella's finger to enter you. The imagination alone had you wet, your underwear was soaking and it clinged to your body in way that made you eager to remove it." Nat's green eyes went wide, she absolutely didn't expect this kind of stuff. "I-"

"Let's just forget this ever happened, okay?"

"This is how you get off?" She let go of your wrist but didn't make a move to get off your body.

"Duh! It's obviously better than watching porn." 

"Why don't you just ask Wanda like almost everyo-?" "What?" You stared at her in shock. Was this why everyone was always THAT satisfied after they bragged about the sex they 'just' had. "Wanda's magic is heavenly. Her mist makes you feel so vulnerable and kisses all of you sensitive spots and when it penetrates you.. god, it's an orgasm you'll never forget."

"Now I have a vivid image in my head of Wanda fucking you and the others with her magic.. thanks." You shut your eyes in hope of loosing that image. "You're welcome." 

Natasha rolled off you in one move, laying next to you again and closing her eyes too. Both of you wish each other a good night before quickly falling asleep. 

It was a couple days after the smut book incident when you woke up extremely sweaty and disoriented. After a few seconds you realized that you were drenched in sweat, your clothes were wet and your mattress was moist. Panic immediately rised inside of you, it consumed you so much that you almost emptied your stomach the second you stood up. You got up and walked slowly to your bathroom with the last strength you had. The sight of yourself in the mirror shocked you, an extremely pale- almost ghostly white version of you stood there and stared back. "Jarvis, call Nat." 

"Calling Natasha now." The A.I. told you in it's human-robotic voice and it didn't take long before you heard her calling your name.

"Nat, I don’t feel so good." It was the last thing you got out before everything went black. 

Tags: @janashstorm , @marvelwomen-simp , @wifeofnatasharomanoff , @lizlil , @how-to-disappearrr , @wandanats-goodgirl , @natsxwife

[bi-bard]

Uncomfortable Questions - Jake Imagine (Sweetbitter)

Title: Uncomfortable Questions

Pairing: Jake (Sweetbitter) X Reader

Word Count: 2,097 words

Warning(s): PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION, mentions of grooming

Summary: (Y/n)'s relationship with Jake leads to many questions about his past. Specifically, his past with Simone.

Author's Note: This is kind of a long one. I had a goal for this. Please read with caution because this mentions some heavier topics. I tried not to dive into topics that I might not have a grasp on. [I also have softer imagines for this character coming up because I hated questioning myself so much when it came to posting this]

[@true-queen-of-mischief asked to be tagged; also, huge thank you to her for confirming my suspicions about certain aspects of Simone and Jake's relationship that I needed confirmed]

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Going on a date with Jake was scarier than it should've been.

Mostly because of Simone.

Jake and I had been friends for a couple months because we worked together. As guarded as he was, he was the only one that didn't make me feel like I didn't deserve to be there. It was nice.

When Jake asked me to dinner, I knew very little about his and Simone's relationship. I knew that there was a sexual aspect to it, but that was it. No one really befriended me at work and Jake was reserved. He didn't talk about his past much.

I wanted to go out with him. He was charming and handsome. The quiet brooding type that I had seen for years. The only problem was his relationship with Simone.

I spent the entire day before our date stressed over how I was going to bring this up.

It wasn't until I was driving to the restaurant that night that I made my decision. I couldn't pursue anything if they were involved.

Did I feel like a dick? Absolutely. Was I going to do everything in my power not to budge on what should've been a healthy boundary? Absolutely.

Jake and I met outside and found our table together. After getting seated, we had a little bit of time with the menus. I thought it would be the easiest time to talk about this. I was probably wrong, but I never claimed to be the smartest person in the world.

"I have something serious that we need to talk about," I said.

"That's never good," Jake muttered.

I chuckled nervously. "I know."

"What is it?"

"It's... wow, shit, this is difficult... it's about you and Simone," I took a deep breath. "If we're going to move forward past this, then I don't feel comfortable with you two being involved."

Jake didn't respond. He just shifted in his seat like he was suddenly understanding the weight of this conversation.

"I'm not gonna force you to completely cut her off because that would be kind of out of line and I don't know everything about your relationship, but if we're going to be involved, I would like you to not pursue her sexually or romantically or however you two were pursuing each other."

I felt like I was going to throw up. I was waltzing in here and changing things, but this was a healthy boundary for me. I would feel worse for pursuing this relationship while watching those two do... whatever they did.

When Jake didn't speak up, I assumed the worst. I took another deep breath.

"I can't force you to do anything," I continued. "I can go. I'm sorry-"

"Don't," he muttered as I went to push myself out of the booth. I furrowed my eyebrows. "Stay."

I relaxed back into my seat again. Jake reached out and grabbed my hand. I grinned at him.

"Okay," he added. "I'll do it."

"Seriously?"

I hated to doubt him, but Simone had years on me. He had no reason to choose me over her.

"I want to be with you," he replied. "If that's your condition, then I'm okay with that."

"You're sure," I asked. "You're not doing this in the moment? I don't want this to be a split second-"

"I've waited months to get you to give me a chance," he cut me off, very clearly trying to get rid of the tension. "I'm not screwing that up now."

I bit my lip to keep my smile from looking completely ridiculous.

"Alright," I nodded. "Cool."

There was a pause.

"I only brought that up now because I was going to feel really stupid if I waited for us to order food and then you said no and one of us got stuck with the bill," I said. He chuckled and shook his head at me.

"How long did you spend overthinking it," he asked.

"All day," I confirmed. "And is it overthinking if it's my normal state of being?"

"Do you want a real answer to that?"

"I'd rather not."

He chuckled again.

The rest of the night was really nice. It was like we didn't have anything to worry about. All of my hesitancy from the last few months was just forgotten.

Jake walked me to my car at the end of the night.

I was prepared to walk away with a simple goodnight when he leaned over and pressed a kiss to my lips. After a few moments of shock, I used one hand to cup the back of his head while my other hand touched his side. His hands touched my sides, pulling my body closer to his.

When he pulled away, he leaned his forehead on mine and I let out a chuckle.

"I am so happy that I said yes to going out tonight," I muttered. He laughed quietly and pecked my lips again.

"I'll see you at work," he mumbled as he stepped back. "Let me know that you got home safe."

I nodded. "I will. See you."

I got into my car and covered my face in my hands. Holy crap.

The next few months felt almost like a blur.

Work was a little awkward at first. I had to learn how to scoot around Simone at times. She seemed... upset. To say the least. She didn't actually confront me for anything. No, that'd be too easy. She had taken to passive-aggressive comments that were meant to make me look like an awful person. Or just an idiot.

Jake seemed set on letting it not get to me. He started helping me with my clever escape plans. Some people on the team saw it. They found it funny. It helped me a lot. I allowed myself to be happy regardless of how Simone tried to interrupt us.

I knew in my gut most of her resentment was because she couldn't have control over it.

I got to see a different side to Jake than those at work. He was more relaxed, affectionate. I just felt comfortable. It had taken me so long to find someone that made me so happy.

We were getting more serious as time went on.

Jake even moved in with me after some time.

Going to bed later that night felt so much easier. Waking up that morning was so much nicer. He had a fresh bag packed for the night, so it was calmer. Quieter.

"Morning," I mumbled as Jake opened his eyes to look at me. His grin made my stomach do a few flips.

"Hello," he replied.

I pressed a kiss to his palm. I heard him sigh, so I moved forward and kissed the inside of his wrist. He hummed before leaning in and kissing me properly.

"Everything's so easy with you," he muttered. "For the first time, things are changing and I'm alright."

"I didn't know you had problems with change," I replied.

"I don't know... I just... I used to kind of cling to Simone, I guess," he shrugged as he rolled on his back. "She took care of me when I was younger. After my mom's death. She just... protected me. She just never shook that habit."

"Oh?"

"I found it easier in life when I stayed by her side."

"Because she protected you?"

"Yeah."

It felt like sirens were suddenly switched on in my head. I knew about his mom and Simone taking him in, but this felt like another level. What I thought was just a possessive friends with benefits situation suddenly felt like so much more.

"Jake... how old were you when you two first got together?"

"Looking for dirty details-"

"Were you a minor?"

The joking tone in his voice fell off when he saw the look on my face.

"(Y/n), what is it?"

I took a deep breath. I didn't know what to do here. I had never been taught the right way to go about this, but I didn't feel like I had time to look.

"Jake, there's not an easy way to ask this question and I'm sorry for that," I muttered. "Jake... Is it possible that Simone... groomed you?"

He scoffed, "What? No."

There was a pause. I saw his face dropping before he rolled out of bed.

"I have to go."

"I'm sorry, Jake," I sat up as he did. "Please, just wait. I shouldn't have asked. That was stupid. I'm sorry-"

"I'll see you at work."

He grabbed his stuff and ran out to the bathroom. I just listened to the different doors slamming until I knew he had left the apartment.

What had I done?

I wouldn't know until he came back. I had gotten home earlier than him. He was frantic and worried.

"Jake," I said. I'm not gonna lie. I didn't actually expect him to come back that night.

"We need to talk about what you said this morning," he explained. "We... We really do."

"I shouldn't have said anything," I shook my head. "It's not my business. She took care of you when you needed it and me trying push some narrative with that-"

"I need to talk about it," he cut me off. "I... I don't know if you're right, but you might be and... I don't know what to do."

"Okay," I nodded. "Alright."

He just nodded back.

That night was the longest night of our relationship. He broke down every event. I barely spoke. I didn't want to lead him into some box or conclusion. I just let him explain everything.

And it broke my heart.

This man had a warped view of love and sex and affection. He didn't understand healthy relationships. Not really.

It was work after that.

But it seemed worth it.

He was getting happier. He seemed more comfortable.

I was happier watching him feel better.

It was going well.

The two of us went out after work one night after changing. We thought that we had found a nice bar that was far enough that no one from work would find us. We needed the escape.

I offered to get the first round.

Apparently, we hadn't gone far enough.

"Hey."

I looked over when Simone leaned on the bar.

"Hi," I replied, forcing a grin. Don't start a fight. It's not worth it.

"I feel like we never talk outside of work-related things," she said like she had no idea why that could possibly be. "Jake is the same way. Like he was convinced of something."

"Well, that's too bad. Any idea what could've happened with you guys?"

She sighed. "Listen, can I just offer some advice? I am the only person he's really had. I've known him a lot longer."

"I'm sure I'll be fine," I said as the bartender handed me the drink that I'd ordered.

"Let me help," Simone stepped in front of me. I let out a sharp exhale through my nose.

"Listen, I would take your advice, I really would, but I just don't need it," I shrugged. "Especially because there is one very important difference between you and me."

"Which is?"

"Well, I didn't groom someone in order to keep them in some kind of long-term relationship," I replied. Her mouth fell open slightly. I gave her a sickeningly sweet smile full of pure condescension and tilted my head a bit. "You have a great night."

I walked back over to the table where Jake was waiting. He looked tense as I set his drink down and went to sit across from him. He grabbed my hand, pulling me to sit on the same side of the booth as him, arm resting on the back of the seat behind me.

"What are you-"

He leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. I let out a small noise of shock before relaxing into the kiss. I pulled away a few moments later, smiling at him.

"I saw Simone, are you alright," he asked quietly.

"I'm fine," I replied. "I can handle myself."

"I didn't know she would be here."

"I didn't think you did," I promised. "I refuse to let her dictate what I do or don't do. If she can't get over herself, then that's her fault."

A grin formed on his face. "I like that plan."

"Thanks, I overthought about it all day," I joked.

He chuckled. "I love you."

I don't think I would ever truly get used to hearing him say those words. I leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"I love you too."

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Author's Note: This is how I see Simone and Jake's relationship based on the facts that I have. I just have trouble not seeing those red flags when it comes to those two. It doesn't sit right.

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Chapter 1

Park Sooyoung X Nakamoto Yuta

warnings: misogyny hinted tags: @yutahoes

From the day she turned ten, Sooyoung knew her life wasn't normal like her friends, especially not when she was taken out of her regular school all of a sudden and sent to a gated academy. She questioned her parents, but her father as always paid no attention despite being the one making these changes. Only when she was fifteen did her mother finally answer her.

"You're your father's daughter, as long as you carry his name, you're tied to the country's mafia."

She only read about what a mafia is in books, never thinking it was a real business that stretched to such levels of power, but also carried such a dangerous life for her. At eighteen she was moved to work with her father at his company, which she had figured out to be a cover for the bigger thing, and every day trailed behind him as his assistant. No matter how much she didn't want to do the work, he was never letting her out of his sight.

"Once you're a woman, the other gangs will seek you out. Everyone knows everything about each other. I'm sorry darling but being at his sight is to make sure nothing happens to you."

Her mother remained apologetic throughout her life, obviously ending up in this unknowingly herself.

Another day of following her father at work, she stood by him as he met up with a foreign group. She didn't know much about these people, but by the looks of the man sitting opposite her father, she knew they weren't here on normal business. Although she was confused by how young he looked, as did his guards.

"You're the new head Nakamoto I hear." her father spoke, and she watched his bewildered expression. "Is your father comfortable letting a child lead his operations?"

The man scoffed. "Don't worry sir, I graduated with bachelor's at sixteen, and have had another ten years of experience on this field. If I live as long as you, I'd have been your senior." he cocked an eyebrow, and Sooyoung noted her father's annoyed expression. "Let's stop the personal talk for now and move onto work shall we."

Sooyoung listened as her father spoke about whatever. She had zero interest in his mafia dealings, although she did admire the business part. She longed to start her own, but at this rate wondered how much dream was out of reach. As she stood she noticed the man named Nakamoto eye her every now and then, and she's had men eyeing her before, but never the way he did. The moment she met his gaze, he suddenly smiled secretly as her father looked down at his papers.

Not a smirk like most men sent her way. A genuine smile.

Without a thought, she smiled back before quickly turning away shyly, peeking to see his face switch back to serious as he paid attention to her father instead. The older man seemingly finished with his talk, pushing what she figured was a contract folder towards the younger one, who stared down at the printed words, resting his head on his hand while his fingers tapped his cheek, as if in thought.

"Well boy." her father spoke again, still annoyed. "If it was your father he would've signed in a second, are you that unqualified and confused?"

His eyes turned to the old man with a piercing gaze, though no anger or annoyance seemed to appear on his face. "You should be careful how you speak to a fellow leader, old man. I may be young, but with one decision I could have your power stripped away. Isn't that why you drafted this contract, to maintain peace between us?" he smirked noticing the angered look on his older opponent. "Also, I took lead because of that thing my father does. Unlike my father, I think ahead, and right now I think this is unfair."

He picked up the contract and slid it back to the other side. Sooyoung stood in shock, never seeing such rebellion from someone younger before, fear bubbling up when her father stood up with a yell. But he was cut off when the young man held his hand up, eyes landing on her again.

"I will reconsider," he suddenly said, "after a talk with this young lady here, alone."

"My daughter?" she sent a confused glacé at her father, who stared at her equally bewildered, though it changed quickly and looked back. "Fine, everyone out."

Sooyoung's eyes widened, body still with shock. She watched in fear as everyone from her father's team left the room without sparing her a glance, while the younger man motioned his side to leave as well after, making sure the door was closed and guarded by them. Once the room emptied and door was shut, her eyes trailed back to the man who now stood up and stalked towards her. All the hair on her body stood up, her legs unconsciously backing up until her back his the wall.

He stopped, standing a good arm's distance away from her. "So what do you want, Ms?" she made a sound of confusion, to which he chuckled. "I find your father's contract for peace very unfair, I mean, he's the one staying safe from us mostly, protecting his assets and such. All we get is similar conditions."

She blinked a few times, trying to process what he meant. "Isn't... isn't that fair?"

"Oh sweetheart." he laughed as if she was the most innocent. "I could do without that contract to know your father won't attack me because quite frankly, you guys don't have the capability to take us down." he took a step closer. "I can see it in you, you don't wanna be here, but you're forced to follow him around, right?" she didn't respond, though knew her silence was enough of an answer.

He smiled, taking another step closer. "I can give you a nicer deal that will make it fair between me and your father, but also for you."

Her eyes shot up, meeting his piercing ones. She knew it would be dangerous to get involved, but something about this man entranced her. "What is that?" she asked softly, throwing caution to the wind.

He stepped closer, only inches apart, and encased her when resting one hand against the wall. "Carry my name."

"What?!" she asked a little louder, and he rested his other hand on the wall, blocking her entirely.

"Carry my name. Be the new Mrs Nakamoto, and whatever it is you want will be yours entirely."

Her eyes shook, breathing paced up as she processed every word he just said. "You want me to marry you?" her voice shook as she continued asking.

"It's entirely up to you. If you don't want it, that's fine, it's not like I'll attack your father just because you say no. I'm a reasonable man, I'll just reject his contract and leave. If you say yes however, I'll sign it the same time we sign our marriage, and you will take my name and become my wife, and whatever it is you wish for will come true because I know involvement in this world isn't it."

She broke eye contact, staring down towards his chest, where she noticed his necklace with his family's emblem. In the world she lived in, his deal didn't sound entirely bad. But as a rational human being, it sounded insane.

Then again, her whole life is insane.

She looked back up at him, meeting his softened gaze. "What do you achieve from that? You'll just be taking me as another burden, how's that fair?" she watched him crook his head, a slight pitiful look on his face.

"Is that how you think of yourself sweetheart? A burden?" he suddenly removed a hand from the wall and patted her hair. "I'd achieve a wife by my own choice, someone to share my life with. It isn't exactly easy to find someone to love in this world. And you'd be no burden, you'd be my priority."

Love?

"I don't even know you..."

He hooked a finger under her chin, holding an affectionate gaze. "My name is Nakamoto Yuta, the new leader of the Nakamoto group, taking over my father since last month. I'm twenty-six years old, graduated university at sixteen with a degree in economics, and have been working by my dad's side since then. I live in Osaka, have a younger stepbrother here, and I know good and bad the moment I see it." he leaned closer, lips hovering above hers. "And I knew the moment I saw you how good you'd be for me, just as I knew how bad that contract would be if taken as is."

Her breathing stopped, eyes shut tight, when she felt his lips on her cheek pressing a soft kiss. She opened her eyes to see he had retracted already, a smirk tugging his lips.

"Choice is yours, Sooyoung."

She was shocked he knew her name, but not for long remembering all leaders knew about each other's families. Only children and wives were kept in the dark unless involved.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, her mind buzzing as she thought about his offer. If she said yes, she'd marry someone she just met, and according to his promise live a life better than her current one. If no, she'd simply go home tonight living as her normal self. Unknowingly, she started biting her bottom lip, when his thumb suddenly pulled it out, their eyes meeting again at the sudden contact.

"Don't do that, you'll hurt your lips."

Why is he making this so confusing...

Another minute passed, until she decided to just end it.

"Yes." Yuta's eyes sparkled at her answer. "I'll accept your deal." she answered fully, praying inside she wouldn't regret this moment.

>>> 

[tabsters]

SOMEONE LIKE ME (CHAP. 4) - A STARGLASS ZODIAC X ZODIAC EXPERIMENT CROSSOVER

just came back from a choir field trip! here's chapter four!

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A few hours later, after a nap and a cup of tea, Cassie was making her way down to Gemini's throne room, accompanied by Ophiuchus.

"Do you treat all of your visitors like this?" Cassie asked Ophiuchus. "When I first met my Zodiacs, one of them tried to kill me."

Ophiuchus laughed. "Well, you're a kid. And Ciara was a kid too. We knew you both were probably scared out of your minds, and we wanted to make you feel at ease."

Cassie looked up at her and then looked down at her feet. "Your Gemini is really different from...my Gemini."

"Gemini is a strange person." Ophiuchus laughed. "But she'll grow on you eventually."

"No, I mean...Gemini represents the sign of the twins, right? Does she have a twin...?" Cassie asked, confused. "I mean, my Gemini is two twins, Solana and Luna." She froze suddenly. "I—I'm sorry if I'm being rude, I've just...never heard of any other Zodiacs before this!"

Ophiuchus paused. "Of course it's not rude, but this particular subject is...a bit touchy. I think it'd be better if you asked Gemini herself."

"So...where are we headed?" Cassie asked as they walked back towards the throne room. "Are all the Zodiacs meeting here?"

"Not exactly." Ophiuchus walked over to a strange contraption leaning on the wall. It looked like a large, empty round doorway. "This is just going to take us to where we need to go to meet them. Parliament Building!" 

The doorway began to flicker, and an image of a long, well-lit hallway appeared inside it. 

"C'mon. Portal travel doesn't hurt." Ophiuchus said, walking into the portal. Cassie followed, and found that it in fact did not hurt. Nor did it take a couple moments to transport her to her destination, as the portals in her world did.

"Wow." Cassie said in wonder as she walked out of an identical round doorway and into the hallway. The doorway on this side now showed the inside of Gemini's throne room, before it flickered out and became an ordinary doorway once more.

Ophiuchus led Cassie down the long hallway, passing by several other doorways, which were probably all also portals. They came to a stop at a set of enormous wooden doors. Ophiuchus knocked twice, and the doors to the dining hall opened. This was the first time Cassie got a good look at all of the new Zodiacs.

"Wow," Cassie whispered. "They're...they're all here?"

"Let's go meet them." Ophiuchus whispered back. "Are you ready?"

Cassie hesitated, and then nodded. "Yeah."

A servant quickly walked up to them. "Right this way, madams." They gestured towards a table set for three sitting on a stage. "You two will be sitting next to Lady Gemini."

Ophiuchus curtsied. "Thank you. C'mon, Cassie." 

"O—Okay." Cassie followed in Ophiuchus' stride, climbing up the stairs to the stage. They sat down on either side of the center chair. Cassie assumed that chair was for Gemini. Below the stage, sitting in the biggest table, were the rest of the Zodiacs, their curious faces looking towards Cassie.

"Hey!" A voice shouted as they entered the dining room. "I'm here!"

Cassie spun around to see Gemini come into the room, floating on what looked like a small cloud. She flew over to their table, her cloud dissolving and depositing her into the chair.

"Heya," Gemini said casually. "Dinner's coming in a bit. We'll talk after they start dishing out the main course."

"Uh...okay...?" Cassie said timidly. This was certainly a change of pace. When her Zodiacs met for a meeting, it was not normally over dinner, nor was it this planned out.

Servants began streaming out of the kitchen, carrying silver platters of food and drink. One of them set a small dish with three small slices of baguette bread and meat in front of Cassie. "Hors d'oeuvres?"

"Uh—thank you?" Cassie said, hesitantly taking one of the pieces of bread and meat. "What is this place?" She asked Gemini, who was shoving one of the appetizers into her mouth whole.

Gemini held up a finger and finished chewing. "The Parliament Building. It's built at the place where all twelve Zodiacs’ kingdoms intersect. It's a multipurpose thing. This floor's a restaurant, but the next fifteen-ish floors are hotel rooms. The floor beneath us is a courtroom. Very high-end place. We use it whenever we need to have big meetings."

"Ah." Cassie nodded in understanding. The waiters came by again, this time with soup and salad. "So, are you like a queen...? Or a goddess? A goddess queen?"

Gemini waved her soup spoon around. "I mean, technically, yeah. Divine queen of the kingdom of Didymoi. But really, I don't consider myself as a ruler. My advisors run my kingdom for me." 

"Oh." Cassie looked at Gemini closely, trying to see any similarities between her and her own Gemini twins. She was wearing blue and yellow, much like the twins back in her world, but that was where the similarities ended. "It's funny, actually. The world I came from also had Zodiacs. But my Gemini twins are younger than me. Not really fit to be doing any ruling." 

"Hmm," Gemini arched an eyebrow. "Other Zodiacs, you say? That's new. I don't suppose your Zodiacs were created by a giant woman named Eclipse?"

"Not that I know of."

"Good. She didn't lie to us." Gemini stabbed a cherry tomato with her fork. "Eclipse was our creator," She explained between bites of lettuce. "That is, until we found out she was kinda effed up in the head and we locked her up."

"Oh."

"Moving on," Gemini pointed her salad fork at all the different individuals. "You want me to point out everyone, dish out a bit of gossip on each of them?"

"Yes, please," Cassie said, grateful for the change of topic. 

"Right, you see those two over here?" Gemini was referring to two men. The taller one had ram horns and curly brown hair. The other one had black dreadlocks and startlingly bright purple eyes. A scorpion tail tipped with purple waved behind him. They seemed to be in a friendly argument, with the ram man poking the scorpion man in the cheek.

"The signs of Aries and Scorpio?" Cassie asked, inferring their designations as the ram and scorpion Zodiac.

"Yep! They're my older brothers! Adopted, they're my adopted older brothers." She added after seeing Cassie's confused look. "Love 'em to death. Now, that couple sitting across from them?"

Cassie squinted, and found who she was referring to: a woman with long, braided green hair and patches of what looked like vitiligo on her face and arms. A pair of large, fluffy white wings fluttered at her back. She was holding hands and chatting with a man with red hair, crab antennae, and a lobster tail. 

"I know the red one is Cancer," Cassie said. "No idea who the other one is."

"Cancer and Virgo!" Gemini said cheerfully. "My parents. And Aries and Scorpio's parents. Cancer and Virgo knew me when we were all mortals, before we became gods. They were my first friends ever."

"Huh," Cassie thought back to her Cancer. "My Cancer has eight legs. And she's blue. But I guess both of them are parental figures."

"Cancers do make pretty good parents. Uh, who else...oh, that girl with the tablet! The one with the blue pigtails." 

That one was sitting at the very end of the table, and so Ciara had to crane her neck a little bit to see her. She had long bluish-pinkish pigtails, wiry glasses, and she was quickly tapping at a tablet screen. Two other people leaned on her, watching her over her shoulders. 

The one on the left had blue and green hair covering their eyes, and fish fins sticking out of where their ears would normally be. A white fish tail dotted with blue and green spots was curled around their feet.

The one on the right had blonde hair, and her eyes were milky white and partially hidden by a veil. Two butterfly wings flapped on her back. She was holding a staff, with what looked like an eye in the center. The eye's singular pupil looked around for a bit, before looking directly at Cassie.

"Urgh!" Cassie flinched. "Who are they?"

"Aquarius, Libra, and Pisces." Gemini scrunched up her nose when she got to Pisces' name. "Aquarius is always working on something. She can't put her screens down for one dinner?"

"Is her hair prehensile?" Cassie asked in amazement as tendrils of Aquarius' hair began to move by themselves, grabbing at her fork and water glass. "That's so cool!"

"Bit creepy, but yeah, it is." 

"What's Libra's staff for?" Cassie slowly moved her head around, watching the creepy eye watch her.

"Oh, Libby's blind. That staff is linked to her brain and serves as her way of seeing." Gemini made silly faces at the staff. Libra gave Gemini a weird look before shaking her head in amusement. 

"AY, GEMINI!" Someone's shouting drew the girls' attention. It turned out to be Aries, who had cupped his hands around his mouth and was yelling at his sister. "WHEN'S DINNER?!" 

"SAGI AND HIS MOM AND TAURUS AREN'T HERE YET!" Gemini shouted back. Next to her, Ophiuchus sighed and shook her head.

"Honey, you're not supposed to shout at formal dinners."

"Hey, he shouted first."

"Neither of you should be shouting."

The doors to the dining hall opened once more. In walked a man with black hair and a white bandana. Burn scars littered his face. Behind him were two women, one of them looking very similar to the man. Cassie supposed that the man was Sagittarius, and the woman was his mother. 

Sagittarius' mother had black hair that fell down to her waist, and her eyes were obscured by a decorative pink veil with flowers sewn onto it. She was also the most formally dressed out of all the Zodiacs. A dark blue fish tail dragged on the floor behind her.

Clutching onto her arm was, by process of elimination, Taurus. Her bull tail wagged behind her as she walked, and Cassie noticed that there was a gold ring on one of her horns. She looked at Capricorn's horns, and there was a gold ring on one of them as well.

"Those are Sagittarius, Taurus, and...Capricorn?" Cassie asked as the trio took their seats. Sagittarius pulled out his mother's chair for her, and she gracefully slid into it. 

"Yep. Capricorn is Sagittarius' biological mom. And she's married to Taurus." Gemini sighed. "Couples. I hate them."

Ophiuchus side-eyed Gemini until she said, "Kidding! Kidding! I have an amazing girlfriend!" 

"Damn right you do," Ophiuchus scoffed. "I think that's everyone. We can officially begin dinner."

"Wait, isn't there someone missing?" Cassie did a mental headcount of the Zodiacs present. "Where's Leo?"

Gemini and Ophiuchus looked at each other and sucked in a breath.

"We don't talk about Leo," Gemini said slowly as Ophiuchus shook her head. "He did...Leo did something horrible. We don't like to talk about him."

"Oh," Cassie hastened to say. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I—I didn't know."

"Of course you couldn't have known," Ophiuchus gently said. "You've only been here for a day."

A day? Had it really been that long?

"ZODIACS!" Gemini now shouted. "THANK YOU ALL FOR COMING HERE ON SUCH SHORT NOTICE!" 

The Zodiacs cheered, as did the other patrons of the restaurant.

"WE'VE A VERY SPECIAL GUEST TONIGHT, HERE TO TELL YOU HER STORY!" Gemini gestured for Cassie to rise. Cassie stumbled to her feet, now suddenly very aware that she was being watched.

"Go on, it's okay." Gemini whispered to her. "Tell us what happened to you."

Twelve pairs of eyes stared at Cassie.

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[tezzy-lovez]

⸸ MAKE IT MESSY ⸸

You, the unsuspecting fiance, find yourself In a tough situation. Your boyfriend, childe, who you thought was just a toy maker.. turned out to be a murderer, slaughtering hundreds of civilians and attempting to murder all of your current homes location, liyue, all whilst undercover... who will you choose? Your life, your love, your lust all for childe. Or your childhood, memories, and the home you resided in for many years.

Are you against or with?

I took inspiration from this tiktok that I posted about last night LOL this is gonna be a story with 2 endings. You can either choose to go with your boyfriend and be evil, or turn against him and try to save liyue?

BOTH options result in angst sex MUAHAH

MINORS DNI WITH LINKED CHOICES.

(ALSO THIS IS F!READER)

"Childe?" You let out under your breath.

He lunged back, startled but then staring you down. You found out his little secret, he was trying to downplay it. Oh but you knew, you knew something was up. Really? A toy maker? He had weapons for decoration right above your bed, the clothes he wore weren't even close to a toy maker.

When he said he'd be back home super late to work on toys, you assumed maybe 8-11PM from his usual 6pm shift. But now it was 1AM and you had a bad gut feeling, so you headed down to the toy factory that he claimed to be working with. Spending 30 mins jogging there since It was right across town, you were denied entry.

"Ma'am you can't enter without an ID or workers pass." The guard said.

You were taken back but explained "Oh um okay, but can I know one thing?"

"Depends on what it is."

"Could you ask ajax if he's coming home tonight? Or ask him to come to the front so I could talk with him? I'm his fiance."

The guard let out a chuckle and spewed "Ajax? I've never heard of em."

You were filled with confusion but it was washed away when you realized he has other names.

"Oh- he has another name.. Childe? Could you ask-"

The guards face shifted from smug to worried and he hushed you.

"Apologies ma'am, you must leave. Without an ID you are not allowed to speak to our employees."

"What? But you just-"

"Apologies. If you must know, head to northland Bank and give them his name."

"Um okay th-"

What a rude guard! He kept shoving you and talking over you until you made it outside of the entrance. It was late but hopefully the bank is open.

You rushed to the bank, making it just in time for the damn closing sign to be put out. With a heavy sign, a worker notices you.

"Miss? Are you okay?"

"Yeah- kinda- I was trying to make it before closing."

"Oh I'm sorry."

The worker looked new and skiddish. He was very much fresh out of training and clearly didn't know everyone well enough to know how to keep his mouth shut.

"If there anything I can help you with? We just closed, the systems haven't completely finished turning off yet." He said reassuringly.

"Please yes- I was told to come here- My fiance is Childe and I need to find him."

The newbie thought about it and clapped his hands together to shout out a "oh yes! I know harbinger 11?"

You recall childe talking about harbingers and him almost being in the top 10 after a girl named signora suddenly resigned. Wait what is a harbinger? Oh no matter, you shrugged it off and assumed that a harbinger was some fancy word of number or rank showing his status as a toymaker.

"Yes him! Can you take me to him?"

The newbie looked at his watch and then as the golden house and shrugged.

"Sure I suppose, I'll have enough time if we jog"

"Ahh I jogged here.. oh well my legs will hopefully be find by morning."

He led you down the bundles of stairs, taking the shortcuts until you finally landed on the stray path to the golden house.

"Wooh- you're gonna need an ID to go in so I'll just tag along."

You smiled and nodded as you both hike out the trail together, out of breathe by the time you reached the top. You both sat down to catch it while he fidgeted though his pockets to find the ID card and stood up, grabbed your hand and helping you up.

And then the worker took a serious tone and grinned. "Are you ready?"

"Um yes?"

It was kind of an odd question. Just as he swiped you looked towards the door and asked.

"Wait, ready for what-"

And then your eyes met his.

There was childe, hands covered in blood and weapons drawn with dead bodies of Ll shapes and sizes everywhere. It's like time froze as soon as the clock hit 2am. The imagine of him laughing will forever haunt you.

"Childe..?"

But his glare will be burned into your memory. As he glared back to you, his laugh disappeared and he turned to completely face you. This wasn't the childe you knew- you knew a kind caring man, someone who wou could always rely on. This was not him. This wasn't your fiance.

"Huh? Why are you so shocked haha"

The worker let out with a chuckle and before he could finish laughing, childe was next you you, hand on his throat with a look of pure anger, distrust, and hatred. You could hear the worker start choking and you snapped from your trance.

"S-stop!" You yelped. You sounded so weak, like a newborn puppy. Something so flimsy. So small. So easy to kill. Child glaced in your directiona and he saw the terrifying look in your eyes, pure terror. Unable to move your body in fear, like you didn't have any say in what you did.

Childe glanced at you and threw down the guard, watching him slowly tunblr down the steep path and struggle to retain his breath.

Your knees buckled in and you fell to the ground in pure. Even more scared as childe hugged you, not letting you fall. Could you trust him anymore? He sat down, leaning against the door with you still in his arms, frozen.

"Oh baby.. it's not that bad hun, it's not. I wanted to keep us safe that's all. Mhm.."

"Will you stay my princess? Oh please?"

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>ACCEPT his proposal, become his evil princess.

>DENY him and find the strength to stand up and move away.

[go-learn-esperanto]

Hi there! I know that this is really out of the blue but im asking for a favor or some help w/ my cats current medical needs. Please if you have an extra time to boost/share it for us so that we could get some traction or it could reach more people, it would definitely help a ton! I understand if its not okay, Im so sorry for taking some of your time and I wish you to be safe and healthy always, xx.(Please considering answering my ask privately or probably hit me a msg if its fine! 😭🙏

Hi! I will choose to not reblog it and I will give exactly the reason why so in case you are a genuine person you might get the problem and be able to address it and give a reason as to why you just have a blog that is just like any other scam asking for help.

You have posted the post about your cats on February 3rd

Nothing strange there.

Now your blog is very bare bones. It doesn't even have the custom Tumblr URL showing up. No theme. Just an icon, banner and description.

Again... Not that strange on it's own. But! You have archive disabled.

Which seemingly stops me from checking when your first post was created. But in the end that's not necessary because scrolling down a bit makes me able to find it easily. Too easily.

Posted on... February 3rd. The exact same day the post asking for help was created. In fact not even an hour before your asking for help post. And this is not a side blog. You sent me an ask after all.

You know how many scam financial aid stuff I get in my inbox? I reblogged stuff that ended up being a scam before. At this point I only reblog after doing a bit of a check.

Because you know, there are real people in need of help, people I will look and have old Tumblr blogs with posts of their own and clear interests. Not some reblogged posts of what's on the popular tags and suddenly a post asking for help.

Your blog looks like many scam blogs exploiting the kindness of people who want to help. Why would you have a need of making a whole new Tumblr account with a new email, reblogging some random posts before posting a post asking for monetary aid not even 20 minutes later?

And you only want people to answer to your ask privately. You don't want it to be known you asked for it. Because if I just reblogged your post it would seem more trust worthy. I reblogged a post from the source. "Maybe they even know the person" my followers might think. You even followed me because I will be so much more willing to reblog it if it means I get a new follower who's definitely interested on hearing me talk about Minecraft YouTubers on the daily.

And I'm sorry if you're telling the truth and I sound cruel (And I hope your cat gets well soon if that's the case) but... I don't feel well making my followers possibly giving money to a possible scam because I promoted it. You have to prove to be an actual blog, genuine person, for me to actual consider reblogging a post asking for money.

And in part I am answering this because your post seems ok. Believable. But I also know the ability of Tumblr scammers I have fallen for some beforehand. Because even though your cat pictures seem to have originated on your post that doesn't really change much because I could share a photo that I took of a cat last week, that was never on the internet, and do this

I am so sorry to have to ask for this but my cat, Plinko, had to go to the vet because he was breathing weird.

Now the doctor has said we need to do more tests and with possible medication it can be quite a lot of money.

I am asking for $300 for now but things might get worse. :(

So please if you can help (you don't have to) it would be really appreciated if you helped with the costs. 💜

Ca$happ: xxxxxxx

It's not difficult. The certificate you showed? Not difficult to make in Word. There's not a single signature from a veterinarian (which you could fake anyway), neither a stamp (more difficult to fake)

This logo is available online in a transparent format.

So is this one...

[wanderingdarlingblog]

"The Bewitched and the Beguiled" Ch. 4.5: "Our Not-So Little Secret..."

Summary: Baron tries to set things right

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Honestly, this turned out pretty angsty, but fluffy ending, suggestive language, mentions of being a spicy dancer, lots of creative insults and curses, Baron being a little bit of an asshole, Michelle is wanting to throw her head through a wall.

A/N: I'M BACK. Holy guacamole, I am so sorry I dropped off the face of the earth. I started school and got a new job in September and my life was crazy, I couldn't find balance until now. I'm picking this series back up in a place where I feel like would be a nice transition? This is a smaller chapter, it's necessary for the plot (we learn some shit), but also it's a little warm up chapter for me to get back into the game and for you to remember where we left off if you've been following along. I hope you enjoy and thank you for supporting me! And as always, if you're liking this series and want to know when new parts are posted, let me know and I'll add you to the tag list! Much love to all of you <3

-WD

Sneak Peak Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch.3 Ch. 4

August 22nd, 2021 Las Vegas, Nevada

Michelle awoke with a start, only questioning for a short moment why she was awoken so suddenly before a heavy knocking came from her hotel door. She glanced at her phone to check the time.

6:42 AM.

"Fuck..." Michelle groaned as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, only to curse again when she realized she slept with her make-up on.

Thud thud thud.

"Do you know what time it is?" Michelle called as she flipped the sheets over and reluctantly slid out of bed.

Thud thud thud.

"Actually, better question. Do you have a death wish?" Michelle shook her head and swung the door open, only to throw it closed again with a fresh ferocity as soon as she saw who was at her door. She locked the door and took a step back.

"Go. Away. Or I'm calling hotel security to remove you from the premises, you gargantuan, imbecilic douchecanoe." Michelle groaned and buried her face in her hands.

"Wow, did you break out the thesaurus for that insult? It really rolls off the tongue." Baron's chuckle was muffled through the door.

"I bet you couldn't even spell 'thesaurus', you overgrown beefhead." Michelle took a step forward and leaned her shoulder on the door so she could throw insults at him through the crack. She could feel her face getting hotter the more he opened his mouth.

"Oh so I'm a beefhead now? What happened to douchecanoe?" Baron laughed.

Michelle did not care to entertain his stupid question with a stupid response, so she crossed her arms and stayed silent. She heard him sigh on the other end of the door.

"Listen, I didn't come here to fight with you." Baron's voice dropped low, Michelle almost did not hear him.

"Mission failed." Michelle muttered.

"Honest to God, I didn't." Baron quickly responded. "I wanted to talk about last night-"

"There's nothing left to be said!" Michelle's patience wore thin the more he spoke. "We'll never be friends, end of story. Never speak to me again, goodbye Baron."

Michelle kicked off the door and took a couple steps back toward her bed before his voice stopped her dead in her tracks.

"I miss you calling me Thomas."

Her heart sank. The silence was so loud as she padded back to the door.

"Would you rather me call you Thomas while I insult and curse you out?" Michelle pulled the hair tie from her hair and twisted it into a bun. "Would that make you feel better or worse if I screamed at you, using your real name?"

"I miss hearing you say my name. You always made it sound so nice." His voice sounded so small all of a sudden, which made Michelle's jaw clench out of frustration as a sick feeling settled in her stomach. "I just want to talk about last night. I brought you something actually, can I come in?"

"Is it a knife?" Michelle joked, which made him chuckle softly.

"No, it's not a knife." Baron's deep voice rumbled. "Well, there's a little plastic knife in the bag, but that's just in case you want any cream cheese."

Michelle unlocked the door and peeked her head into the hall. Baron was dressed in basketball shorts and a tank top, his muscles and tattoos on full display. He wore the most genuine smile she had ever seen on his face as he nodded a greeting. In his hands was a brown paper bag and what looked like a to-go cup of coffee. The heat protector wrapped around the cup read "Einstein Bros."

"Good morning." Baron grinned a toothy grin when he saw her in all her morning glory. "Did I wake you up?"

Michelle just let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Yes, you ignoramus."

"Sorry, sorry," Baron threw his free hand up with a snicker. "I don't want to get you all worked up again, please don't slam the door in my face."

"If you keep up with comments like that, I might. You're on thin ice." Michelle leaned against the doorframe and gestured to the bag. "What's that?"

"A peace offering." Baron offered her the cup and the bag, which she hesitantly took.

"Is it poisoned?" She asked as she turned away and walked back into her room, leaving the door open enough for Baron to let himself in.

"You have so little faith in me! No it's not poisoned." Baron let out a hearty laugh as he closed the door behind him and followed her to the little desk she sat herself at. "Its a hot mocha latte with oat milk and a bagel breakfast sandwich from Einstein Bros. Bagels."

Michelle's eyebrows crinkled as she dug into the bag and pulled out a to-go container. Inside was a hefty bagel sandwich, still steaming.

"I remember you loved Einstein Bros. when we were going out, and they have one down the street. So, I just figured..." Baron's thought trailed off as he sat on the bed behind her, giving her some space. He looked at his hands folded in his lap, then rubbed the back of his neck.

Michelle turned around, still looking confused.

"You remembered that?" A small smile curled on her lips.

Baron laughed as he nodded.

"Yeah, actually. I even remembered what you used to get on your bagel." Baron pointed at the box as he spoke. "Correct me if I got it wrong, but I think you used to get a cheese bagel, toasted, with chipotle spread, a scrambled egg, spinach, American cheese, and side a of cream cheese."

Michelle fumbled with the box as he spoke to double check the sandwich. She let out an incredulous laugh and stared at him with shocked eyes.

"How could you possibly remember all of that, that's insane." She grabbed ahold of the sandwich and took a big bite. She let out a hum and her eyes fluttered shut as the sandwich danced on her taste buds. "Thank you."

"My pleasure." Baron smiled as he watched her absolutely demolish the sandwich. He tried not to laugh out of fear she might toss him out.

When she finally finished, she wiped her mouth and fingers with some napkins and took a sip of her coffee. She turned her chair and attention to Baron and sighed.

"So, last night?" She sat back in her chair and crossed her arms.

"I was drunk and a huge idiot, I'm so sorry." Baron said with his lips in a thin line, disappointment on his face.

"Gotta do better than that, you have a lot of ground to make up if you want us to be anything close to cordial." Michelle shook her head.

"I wasn't in a good place when we first met, I honestly was the biggest egomaniac then, I feel like I've humbled since then. I'm not asking for another chance at being your...whatever we were. I just want to try to be friends." Baron sighed, his face turning red out of embarrassment as he recounted the past in his head.

"'Friends'? No, I don't think we'll be friends for a long time." Michelle took another sip of her coffee before she continued. "You were horrible to me. The only reason why I'm giving you the time right now to try to make this right is because we're going to be working together for the foreseeable future. So you gotta give me more than 'I've changed'."

"I have though, I really have." Baron leaned forward and rested his forearms on his knees. "What do I have to do to prove it to you?"

"It's just going to take time. You can try to not pull stunts like you did last night." Michelle leaned back in her chair. "That wasn't cool."

"I am so sorry for that, I really am. I was a huge asshole last night." Baron nodded along as he spoke and dropped his head down in shame. "I think I was just angry with how we left things. I'm sorry."

"You can say sorry all you want, you have to prove it to me if you really want to fix this. It'll take time." Michelle sighed as she leaned forward and patted his knee. "Can you do that?"

"I can try, you'll be the judge of that." Baron chuckled and Michelle laughed along.

"Alright." Michelle nodded and took a big gulp of her drink.

There was a beat or two of silence before Baron spoke again.

"Can I ask you something?"

"You can ask me anything, I reserve the right to not answer if I don't want to." Michelle smiled as she spoke and turned her attention back to him. "What's up?"

"Who else knows?" Baron played with the drawstring of his shorts.

"That we fucked? Or about 'Veronica?'" Michelle smirked.

"Both." Baron laughed a little at her choice of words.

"Danielle and Annie know about us and that I was a dancer. Darcy knows about us, but not about Veronica. Oh, and Drew knows about us." Michelle concluded by throwing her now empty coffee cup in the trash.

"Drew knows?" Baron cocked an eyebrow at the news.

"Drew knows." Michelle repeated. "We got to talking last night after you cornered me in the bathroom."

"And then he charmed the pants off you." Baron rolled his eyes with an insightful smirk.

"What are you talking about-" Michelle's annoyance raised in her voice but he raised a hand to quiet her.

"Cut the crap, Micky, we share a fucking wall." Baron groaned as he got up and clapped his hand on the nearest wall. "I heard everything. Kept me up all night, couldn't go back to sleep even after you guys were done."

"You're next door?" Michelle's face paled at the thought. Baron only laughed.

"Don't worry Veronica, all your secrets are safe with me." His smile was sweet, borderline fiendish.

"I hate when you call me Veronica." Michelle's voice grew quiet as she stood.

"I hate when you call me Baron." Baron crossed his arms with a stony look on his face.

They stared at each other for a moment, neither willing to give up any ground. When the silence was too much for Corbin to bear, he sighed and rubbed the top of his head.

"Man, you got a lot of skeletons walking around, huh?" Baron chuckled, which brought a small smile to Michelle's face.

"Can only keep so many in the closet, I guess." Michelle shrugged. "It's especially hard to when they grow as big as you are."

Baron rolled his eyes at that comment and shook his head.

"You're something else." Baron sighed. "Well, I won't keep you anymore, I'm sure you have packing and shit to do."

"I got a plane to catch, I think the girls should be here soon." Michelle wrapped herself in her arms and bit her bottom lip, uneasiness settling in her chest. "Thank you for stopping by and clearing the air."

"Thank you for letting me in." Baron took a couple steps forward. "Are we at a place where I can hug you goodbye?"

"Not yet." Michelle chuckled awkwardly.

"No worries." Baron backed up a step and nodded. "I get it, we need time. Lots of ground to make up."

"Yeah."

"Well I better get going." Baron started walking towards the door. "I'll see you later?"

"For sure." Michelle walked him out and watched him for a couple steps before calling out to him one more time. "Bye, Thomas."

Baron stutter-stepped and spun around with wide eyes for a moment before he smiled and nodded.

"Bye, Mitch."

Michelle closed the door to her now empty hotel room and let out a huge sigh, trying to release the pressure of anxiety in her chest.

"Fuck." she mumbled as she tossed her shirt off and stomped towards the bathroom to take a hot shower and try to brush off the bad parts of the last 24 hours.

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Playing with Fire

Chapter 9

Ultron initiates his plans and you begin to reconsider what you got yourself into

I finally updated! Sorry it took so long. I'm also thinking of adding a tag list now! If you're interested, send an ask to my inbox!

Warning: I guess a bit of yandere!Ultron (ish)

By 'we' it was just basically Natasha. You explained the whole situation but relayed the message that Wanda knew more about it than you. The two of you stared at the cradle and the truck lurched forward, causing you to crash into Natasha.

"Sorry, sorry!" You squeaked out of embarrassment.

"Not a problem. I have Clint on the way." She reported, quickly glancing out of the truck's rear end. You were furiously pushing at the heavy box. "You could come with us." She suddenly suggested.

"Oh uh…..that's alright." You smiled sheepishly. "There's probably no way I'll be able to change or deter Ultron, but I….at least want to be with him."

"You've got guts. If he does anything….and I mean, anything to you, don't be afraid to speak up." Natasha offered and you nodded. The two of you watched the jet hover under the truck. "Eh, you might've wished you hadn't said that. " She said into the audio. You watched Natasha push the cradle into the jet, yet in an instant, you saw a flash of metal.

Before you knew it, you were being carried away by one of Ultron's sentries. You didn't like how the entire flight was utter silence, though, you had nothing to say.

"Ultron—" you started but paused as you watched him lay an unconscious Natasha on the ground. He trudged away while you lingered behind. "Talk to me."

"About what?"

"Anything."

"Okay. Let's talk about why you were helping the Avengers." Ultron turned to face you, basically towering over you. "I thought you understood me."

"I…..I do but your plan has gone too far."

"Too far?"

"Do you really expect me to choose you when you're initiating me and my family's extinction?" You scoffed. "I'm sorry but that's not the Ultron I chose." He stood there, unmoving and speechless.

"–I can guarantee your safety."

"It's not my safety I'm worried about." You gritted your teeth. He wasn't understanding. "Did you really think I would want to live with my entire family gone?"

"Do they even care about you?" Ultron scoffed. His words hadn't registered and Ultron's scoff fell once he realized what he had said.

"You changed." You chuckled coldly. "And not in a good way, I don't even recognize who you are."

"Don't even think about leaving." Though the words came out harsh, there was a certain edge of despair to them. You paused but clenched your hands before walking away. Upon exiting and letting out a breath, you remembered that Natasha is still held captive. You cursed, not being able to bring yourself back inside. Gathering your strength, you marched back inside directly up to Ultron. His eyes glared through you, but your eyes flared back.

"The only reason I'm back is because I made a promise to Natasha. I would never leave you, I wouldn't leave you to despair. I may not be able to change you, but I promised and chose to stay by your side." You gritted every line out. "You were the one that gave me a chance. You were the one who helped me improve my metalwork……And at the end of the day, I was just another fucking pawn to you." Ultron stood, speechless and motionless. He clenched his fist and turned his back to you. It was as if he was waiting to muster the courage to reply, yet those words never came and he simply walked away. After he was gone, you went to check on Natasha but she was still unconscious. So, you went to grab a glass of water as you left it within arms reach for her, but not too close for it to spill. Unfortunately, an Ultron sentry was keeping a close eye on you and Natasha in his absence. You raised your arms up to show that you mean no harm or threat before backing away.

The next day, a little close to dawn, there was an abrupt knock at your door. You hesitantly opened it to see Ultron.

"Can we talk?" He rumbled. His eyes desperately meeting yours. "Please." You widened the door, allowing him inside.

"How's Natasha?"

"She's fine. She'll wake in due time." Ultron grunted. You could tell your question already annoyed him. "I have a plan to protect your family."

"How?"

"You said camp half blood is protected by a magic barrier, right? Well, I can possibly reinforce it."

"Possibly?"

"Yes." Ultron sighed. "If I can get enough of my sentries near the border, they can strengthen it. Although they won't be able to replicate it, they could create something similar and buff it."

"Is that even possible?"

"Well…..I'll have to see."

"I genuinely think it won't work….." You said softly. Ultron's hands lowered at your remark, seemingly offended and discouraged. "Not saying that it's useless. It would work if it worked like that…..the magic barrier around camp is something the gods gave. A magic barrier that size and strength is hard to replicate."

"Still, I can try….please." He reached out but paused at your side. Your gaze lingered at his hand and you nodded.

"Alright." You finally said and the tension in the room was relieved. You took hold of his hand and held his gaze. "Please promise me that you'll be safe. Promise me that you'll reconsider your plan……we can give this up and live in peace."

"I will…..I promise." He promised. Did promises even mean anything to him? Ultron walked away from you as you stared after him, wondering what you had just encouraged and kept replaying that conversation in your head. There was no implication of ill intentions that Ultron harbors to keep your demigod family safe. However, he seemed too desperate. Everything he was doing was to keep you here. Yet when you came to that conclusion, you knew you couldn't leave him. After everything he went through to try….you couldn't simply walk away. Everything was too complicated and you couldn't decide if you were in the right or wrong.

"Oh Lord Hephaestus, please help me." You prayed softly. You peeked around, expecting something but to no one's surprise, nothing happened. "Didn't expect him to understand." You sulked back into your room to organize your belongings. A couple of moments passed before you heard the heavy metallic footsteps of Ultron, and you cautiously peaked out to see his prime form.

"Get ready, we're leaving." He huffed out, not even a glance at you.

"Ultron….wait!" You called, reaching out to grab his hand. He stopped abruptly before turning to meet your gaze, though it was more condescending.

"What." He snapped.

"Please…let's reconsider the plan." You suggested. "You're making me feel confused….you're the first person who believed in me, the first person to support me….you genuinely took interest in mine. Now, I don't even recognize you."

"I'm going to have to tell you to get to the point." Ultron sighed.

"The point is, I love you. Instead of seeking revenge, let's settle down and live in peace…..we can go to Camp Half Blood and stay there together, they'll never find us. We'll be protected—"

"You're just a pawn to the gods…..they don't see you for your worth." He spoke softly. "You only have me." Your eyes widened and you stood there, stunned. Ever so gently, he took your hand and guided you out, which was easy as you were in a trance from the shock.

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I guess for me the distance doesn't bother me for the moment for 2 reasons. While we generally agree they have never said they are straight, and most of us on here are the most carefully open minded people IRL.

I have zero doubts that In Canon 911 Buddie thinks the other is straight. If they ever tell me I'm wrong though trust me I won't care. I don't mind being wrong that it was some off the camera discussion and retconned.

But till that day they both think the other isn't a romantic option and probably not into them. They probably sadly just tuck those thoughts away and take them any way they can have them till one moves onto another girlfriend. Yes I gagged writing that!!

2. Even when one comes out, and the other confirms they aren't completely straight.... That doesn't mean they are just gonna jump in. These 2 are the most important people to each other, but also Chris is the most important to them. As Eddie said in 2 it's different dating when you have a kid. Well imagine the person is your kids gaurdian, his safe place to run. Imagine Bucks already huge abandonment issue's, fears of being left. I can still see them being awkward and dancing around it.

I guess I feel strongly I think we are talking something like the grocery store conflict that is what will push them out of the friend zone you know??

Hi lovely Nonnie!

I'm so sorry, this ask must have been in my inbox, but... last few times I was answering asks it wasn't, and now today it suddenly is, so this is probably Tumblr once again glitching. I apologize and am thankful for your understanding! *hugs*

And yes, I agree with you! Neither Buck nor Eddie had formally identified themselves (in fact, I think other than Hen, none of the team members have), but we all live in a society where the default is heterosexual until proven queer. And neither man has done something so far that explicitly identifies them as anything but straight. So yes, like you I believe Buddie currently assume that the other man (a) is straight and (b) has no romantic feelings for them. It's a part of their rom com plot, really.

And you're right, even if they find out the other is queer, that doesn't automatically open up the path to getting together. Beyond everything that you said which might make them hesitate on whether to risk their current r/s, there's also the fact that not every queer man is automatically into any other queer man. There has to be attraction. Even if Buck finds out Eddie is into men, he still won't know whether Eddie is into him. And that would be another satisfying obstacle for them to overcome if and when they go canon... God, they have so much potential to be one of the best love stories on TV ever if they're allowed to get together ('coz they kind of already are, even before they've gone canon), that it makes me wanna chew glass, I'm that feral over them!

I still don't know what's gonna push them over the line of obliviousness 'coz God knows, the most classic trope in that regard is "suddenly your life was in danger and I just couldn't stand my life without you and that's when I knew I was in love with you" and clearly that won't work with these two morons. So whatever happens, it has to be something different to what we've seen going down between them before. IDK what it is, but I'm so excited to find out if and when we do get canon Buddie...

Thank you, and again, so sorry for the delay. Hope you have a great day! As always, here's my ask tag. xoxox

[chloe-spade]

Throned Love Chapter 2: Be our guest

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Vil had a dream that night, a dream of a simpler time, when we just as young and pure like the world wanted. He was walking around town, with his father, watching people talk and chatter, something he never minded before, but he knew why now he's older.

Vil was left alone by the fountain as his father went over to the bookstore to give him a new book. He saw a few boys running over to him, laughing and giggling.

"Hello," Vil greeted, "Do you need something?"

One boy nodded, his hat bouncing a little, Vil remembered it being to big for the boy's head.

"Bonjour!" The boy grinned, "I'm Rook, and this is my friends, Cater and Jack."

The two behind him waves at Vil, introducing themselves to himself, Vil awkwardly waving back.

A mouse squeaked in Cater's pocket and a mouse glares at Rook, upset that it was ignored.

"Don't forget Ace!" Cater giggles, holding the mouse, "He's also a friend. And don't worry, he won't make a mess."

The mouse, Ace, squeaked happily, and rests in Cater's pocket once again.

"I'm Vil," Vil introduces himself, "I live with my father and mother. My father is in that bookstore at the moment."

"So does that mean you're busy?" Jack asked, "We shouldn't bother you if you are?"

Vil shook his head and walks over to him.

"What are you playing?" He asked, getting the other kids excited.

"We are playing tag," Jack answered, "Do you wanna join us?"

Vil nods and follows the kids to a nearby area, and they started to play tag with one another. Everyone was laughing, having fun, and they didn't care about the dirt that marked their clothing.

Oliver laughed when he was saw Vil, covered in mud, with other children, giggling as well.

"Well, look at you!" He laughs, going over to Vil, "So this is where you've been when I was in that bookstore?"

"We have fun!" Rook cheered.

"I can see that!"

Vil was embarrassed, but he got over it as his father allowed him to play with his new friends more and more, when the sun begins to set and everyone had to go home.

He wondered about Cater and Rook often, both suddenly disappearing when he was 14, Jack being the only remaining friend he had since that day.

He misses that simple time, being a kid and playing with friends until you drop, having way too much fun with others.

He truly missed it.

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Vil woke by the fireplace, an awful reminder of where he was, in a home that didn't feel like home. He glanced the window to see that it was still nighttime.

He heard someone humming, located in the bedroom.

Vil gets up, and saw a man, cleaning up the bed, trying to fix the bedroom Vil was resides in.

The man looked and grinned, a familiar grin that Vil recognized but everything was still those fresh in his mind to care.

"Who are you?" Vil spoke, trying to be courageous despite the fear.

"Oh, don't worry, Roi du Poison," the man spoke happily, "I don't intend to harm you, not now and not ever!"

Vil flinched at the nickname, eyes just staring deep at the man in front of him, before he stammered, "..Rook?"

Rook grinned and holds his arms open.

"Come here, Roi du Poison, you are not alone as it may seem."

Vil, against his better judgement, walked over to Rook and hugs him, and begins to sob, and Rook was comforting him, letting Vil cry his eyes out.

"...what happened to you?" Vil asked.

"I wish I could've told you," Rook sighed, "My family was recruited by the royal family as royal hunters. I didn't tell you in time when we left and I'm truly sorry for that."

".. I'm just glad you're here right now. I needed someone to talk to."

"I understand, Vil," Rook whispered, "Just let it all out and we can figured it all out."

Vil continued to cry, before his eyes closed and fell asleep.

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Vil woke up on his bed, and it was finally morning. He was still groggy from crying last night, so the only thing he did was staring up at the ceiling, looking at the interior design, quote pleasant for such a horrible, unpleasant place.

A knock took him out of his trance, and he didn't answer, not trusting who was behind it.

"Told you he wouldn't answer," groaned a voice behind the door, "why don't you phase through?"

"It's manners, Floyd," spoke another, "and besides, these plates are not like us, they'll break if we tried."

"Watch me," the other voice challenge and Vil's eyes get to witness a upper body phasing through the wall.

They met with their eyes.

The man chuckles and tried to get through but to no avail, the man was stuck in the wall.

"How in the," Vil gasped, walking over towards the new figure, who was now grumbling about getting stuck again.

"Are you stuck again?" Asked the other voice behind the door but Vil could tell that it was very ampathic about it.

"Oh ha ha!"

Vil could only watch some more but snapped out it.

"Maybe I'm able to help?" He offered, "At least try?"

"Thank you," said the voice, "I'll push and you'll pull?"

Vil nods and grabs the man's arms, ignoring the fact that he was physically touching a ghostly figure.

"Ready?"

"Yep!"

Vil begins to pull as the butler behind begins to push, until the stuck ghost was finally freed and he and Vil tumbled onto the floor.

"Thanks," the ghost laughed, "I'm Floyd, one of the resident workers."

Vil stayed silent, looking the other man, the realization of what just happened slowly starting to get to him.

"You...are a ghost," Vil finally spoke, "You're dead. Like a ghost."

"I mean, yeah," Floyd grinned and got up, "But I'm not..dead dead, just dead." He walked over and opens the door, letting his brother inside, holding a tray of food.

"Please don't take my brother's word to heart," he said, "I'm Jade, another resident of the castle."

Jade walks over and sets the tray down on a night stand by Vil's bed.

"But why are dead?" Vil repeated, "If you didn't die, then how are you phasing through walls like that?"

"Demanding.." Floyd muttered under his breath.

"That's easy to explain," Jade grinned, "A enchantress cursed our lovely kingdom for who knows how long now, it causes some physical changes to our bodies as the years gone by."

"Right, I heard about that, but people always called it a myth, no more than a folktale to scare children," Vil explained, looking at the two.

"Yeah, Seagull and Sea Turtle told us about your encounter with Sea Lion. No one has spoke back to him like that before, and I mean it."

"Indeed, no one has spoken up against Leona in years. Many normal would just stay away from him after what happened with the enchantress."

"And now I'm here," Vil spoke sadly, sitting on his bed, "a prisoner of an awful beast, in a place I should be calling home."

Jade and Floyd sits by Vil and pats his back, "Don't think like that."

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I hope that we'll be friends

Though I don't know you well

If anyone can make

The most of living here

Then, Vil, it's you

And who knows?

You might find home here, too!

Vil, with a new sense of comfort, decided to take the day with a open mind and a open heart.

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As the day goes on, night falls in the village below, a snow storm painting the streets.

The word of Vil's disappearance didn't sit well with Alderic, especially after getting punch by Vil the day he disappeared.

Everyone on the tavern noticed, Alderic moping in the front of a comfy fireplace, in a nice deluxe chair.

Even the attention and swooning of the triplets didn't help him.

"Who does he think she is?" Alderic hissed, "That boy has tangled with the wrong man!"

Cedric came by with two cups of beer, also annoyed that Vil rejected Alderic.

"Darn right!"

"No one says "no" to Alderic! Dismissed! Rejected! Publicly humiliated! Why, it's more than I can bear!" Alderic moped dramatically.

"More beer?" Cedric offered before beer was thrown at him by Alderic.

"What for? Nothing helps. I'm disgraced."

"Who, you?" Cedric awkwardly laughed, "Never! Alderic, you've got to pull yourself together."

Cedric sighed and looks at Alderic.

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Gosh, it disturbs me to see you, Alderic

Looking so down in the dumps

Ev'ry guy here'd love to be you, Alderic

Even when taking your lumps

There's no man in town as admired as you

You're ev'ryone's favorite guy

Ev'ryone's awed and inspired by you

And it's not very hard to see why...

💪

"And why?" Alderic mocked, still staring into the fire place.

"Well..."

💪

No one's slick as Alderic

No one's quick as Alderic

No one's neck's as incredibly thick as Alderic's

For there's no man in town half as manly

Perfect, a pure paragon!

You can ask any Tom, Dick or Stanley

And they'll tell you whose team they prefer to be on

No one's been like Alderic

A king pin like Alderic

No one's got a swell cleft in his chin like Alderic

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Alderic didn't want to admit but the song was giving him a massive ego boost, especially when it came to his appearance so for the audience, he begins to flex, hearing cheers from tavern guest and swoons from the triplets.

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As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating

My what a guy, that Alderic!

Give five "hurrahs!"

Give twelve "hip-hips!"

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"I'm listening," Alderic spoke, a smirk forming onto his face, clearly fishing for more compliments.

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Alderic is the best

And the rest is all drips!

No one fights like Alderic!

Douses lights like Alderic!

In a wrestling match nobody bites like Alderic

For there's no one as burly and brawny

As you see, I've got biceps to spare!

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Alderic flexes again, showing off his biceps as he lifts up a chair with the triplets on them, hearing them squeal and swoon in delight.

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Not a bit of him's scraggly or scrawny

That's right!

And every last inch of me's covered with hair!

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He did have hair all over his body...I don't know why..? But he seems super proud of it, mainly because some guys looked with hate or insecurity.

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No one hits like Alderic

Matches wits like Alderic

In a spitting match, nobody spits like Alderic!

I'm especially good at expectorating

Ptooie!

Ten points for Gaston!

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Alderic walks over to the counter and demanded thousands of eggs. Once received, he begins to juggle them, wood and aahs from many around him.

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When I was a lad I ate four dozen eggs

Ev'ry morning to help me get large

And now that I'm grown I eat five dozen eggs

So I'm roughly the size of a barge!

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Many were amused by how he ate those eggs without any effort, gulping and happily grinning, his teeth shine.

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Oh, ahhh, wow!

My what a guy, that Alderic!

No one shoots like Alderic

Makes those beauts like Alderic

Then goes tromping around wearing boots like Alderic

I use antlers in all of my decorating

My what a guy

Alderic!

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The tavern closed and everyone leaving, Alderic and Cedric being the last ones to leave. But as they did, they noticed the old house at the end of the ride, Vil's cottage.

Two people were in front of it, Epel and his friend, Jack, talking about Oliver, as he was found yesterday night will a cold and he was now babbling nonsense in fear. One was about a ferocious beast who kidnapped Vil, and now he was deemed crazy, but Epel hoped he recovered.

"He's been talking about that beast for a while now," Alderic heard Epel explained, "I'm worried about him, he was never like this before."

"What if there was a beast?" Jack pondered.

"I wouldn't say it isn't a possibility, but it's so unlikely that abandoned castle has a beast within it."

Alderic stopped and his mind created a diabolical plan, one that ensure his ego.

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Crazy old Oliver, hmmm?

Crazy old Oliver...

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Alderic grabbed Cedric and pulled him away from the house and now they are on they're stroll home.

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Cedric, I'm afraid I've been thinking

A dangerous pastime

I know

But that wacky old coot is Vil's father

And his sanity's only "so-so"

Now the wheels in my head have been turning

Since I looked at that loony, old man

See, I've promised myself I'd be married to Vil..

And right now I'm evolving a plan!

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"Like what?" Cedric asked, looking at Alderic.

"If I...," Alderic looks around before whispering his plan to Cedric, but he continued, "Then we ..."

"No! Would he? I mean he isn't exactly Vil.." Cedric gasped, "In fact, I think he's out of your league."

"But the one thing they have in common is that they care about that crazy man. If push comes to shove, than I have to push hard," Alderic laughed, "That means I'll still get the wedding I want. And besides if Vil does come back, it'll be another trade."

Cedric was silent for a moment but he mustered a grin, "Let's do it!"

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Let's go! No one plots like Alderic

Takes cheap shots like Alderic

Plans to persecute harmless crackpots like Alderic

Yes, I'm endlessly, wildly resourceful

As down to the depths you descend!

I won't even be mildly remorseful

Just as long as I (you) get what I (you) want in the end!

Who has brains like Alderic?

Entertains like Alderoc

Who can make up these endless refrains like Alderic?

And his marriage we soon will be celebrating

My, what a guy

Alderic!

💪

🥀

Epel finally put his father to rest, after hearing his babblings for about an hour. He rest down on the porch, already in a bad state from yesterday.

Oliver explained everything, to his arrival to Vil trading places with him for his safety and how Vil will come back by the end of winter. But how can Epel wait that long?

"Epel?" Jack spoke, alerting Epel, "Sorry that I startled you," he sat down by Epel, "I came as soon as I could. It doesn't take long for me to come over but with this weather it's difficult."

Epel chuckled sadly, looking down.

"Now," Jack sat next to Epel, "How's your father?"

"He's been talking about that beast for a while now," Epel explained, "I'm worried about him, he was never like this before."

"What if there was a beast?" Jack pondered.

"I wouldn't say it isn't a possibility," Epel remarked, "but it's so unlikely that an abandoned castle has a beast within it."

"Same here," Jack agreed, "but I trust Vil with his decision. He seems brave enough to deal with a beast."

"Yeah, he dealt with Alderic, so, I'm sure he can handle a small..beast of sorts. I just," Epel sighs, "I just can't help but worry about him."

"It's understandable," Jack reassured, patting Epel's back, "I can stay as long as you want."

Epel smiles and goes close to Jack and rest his head on his chest, enjoying Jack's arms around him.

"Thank you, Jack."

🥀

Leona looked out the window as the night falls, another day, and it's just same old for him.

Being a beast gave him some time to think, mostly on the situation. Why was he being punished for being completely reasonable?

More importantly, was he destinted to be like this for all eternity?

🥀

How long must this go on?

This cruel trick of fate?

I simply made one careless wrong decision

And then that witch was gone

And left me in this state

🥀

Leona stared at the rose and snarled as a first petal begin to hang, threatening to fall down on to the stand.

🥀

An object of revulsion and derision

Hated

Is there no one?

Who can show me

How to win the world's forgiveness?

🥀

A knock on the door caught his attention and Trey spoke.

"Dinner's ready, your highness." Trey spoke earnestly, "do you want me to send it up for you?"

Leona thought for a moment before responding, "I would like to speak with our new guest first, if you don't mind."

Trey didn't get a chance to respond before Leona walked away and towards Vil's room, hesitation came over him but he knocks onto the door.

"Hello," he spoke, "I would like us to have dinner together. As a way for us to get to know each other."

It was silence.

"Perhaps you didn't hear me?"

"Oh, I heard you," Vil spoke beyond the door, "I just chose to ignore you. Simple as that."

"Well, I don't think it's nice to ignore your host," Leona hissed, "You should give out a simple answer, yes or no?"

"No."

"Great Stars, you are unbearable," Leona groaned, annoyed.

"Same towards you."

Leona didn't speak back, only walking away.

"And what did you think was going to happen?" Falena appeared, arms folded, "You forced him to live with on this place. I don't think he'll ever warm up to you."

"It was an attempt, Falena, but he has his own opinions and I have mine."

🥀

Vil sneaks from his room when he didn't hear anyone talking in front of door and he's been waiting for an hour at best.

Despite declining Leona's offer, Vil was getting hungry, more like starving. So he walked downstairs to the dining area.

It was nice, and big, enough to fit a whole family there, especially with a long table that stretched on.

Rook was cleaning up as he noticed Vil and gave him a happy grin.

"Oh, Roi du Poison," Rook greeted, "What brings you here at this time?"

"For food, I'm afraid," Vil answered, "I didn't eat with that..fiend and I had gotten hungry after his invite. Maybe just a small dinner would be nice?"

"Oh, Vil! You are our guest, and we should treat you like that! Now, sit, sit!" Rook urges.

Vil nods and sits down by the table, "Oh, ok?"

Vil waited until the lights dimmed, only showing Rook on the table. Vil looks confused but let's Rook speak.

"Ma chere Mademoiselle, it is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you here tonight! And now we invite you to relax, let us pull up a chair as the dining room proudly presents,"

The maids and butlers appeared, trays in hands, ready to serve Vil numerous meals.

"Your dinner!"

🥀

Be our guest!

Be our guest!

Put our service to the test

Tie your napkin 'round your neck, amí

And we'll provide the rest

Soup du jour

Hot hors d'oeuvres

Why, we only live to serve

🥀

As he sang, many meals begins to be sat down on the table, moved around for Vil take taste tests, Vil enjoying the kindness of the others.

🥀

Try the grey stuff

It's delicious

🥀

Vil's eyebrow raise at the gray stuff, understandably skeptical but a bite of a cracker soothed his nerves.

🥀

Don't believe me? Ask the dishes

They can sing, they can dance

After all, Vil, this is France

And a dinner here is never second best

Go on, unfold your menu

Take a glance and then you'll

🥀

Vil was surprised as a menu appeared in front of him, showing everything that they could prepare, but a small chuckle was heard when looking at the desert section as a handwritten note from Floyd that Leona's favorite dessert was some delicious pie.

🥀

Be our guest

Oui, our guest

Be our guest!

🥀

"Surprise me," Vil challenge.

Rook grinned more as he allowed maids and butlers walking in, some pushing trays of food.

"Challenge accepted."

🥀

Beef ragout

Cheese souffle

Pie and pudding "en flambe"

We'll prepare and serve with flair

A culinary cabaret!

You're alone

And you're scared

But the banquet's all prepared

No one's gloomy or complaining

While the flatware's entertaining

We tell jokes! I do tricks

With my fellow candlesticks

And it's all in perfect taste

That you can bet

Come on and lift your glass

You've won your own free pass

To be out guest

If you're stressed

It's fine dining we suggest

Be our guest!

Be our guest!

Be our guest!

Get your worries off your chest

Let us say for your entree

We've an array; may we suggest:

Try the bread! Try the soup!

When the croutons loop de loop

It's a treat for any dinner

Don't belive me? Ask the china

Singing pork! Dancing veal!

What an entertaining meal!

How could anyone be gloomy and depressed?

We'll make you shout "encore!"

And send us out for more

So, be our guest!

Be our guest!

Be our guest!

🥀

Suddenly the lights have gone dim, the only light focused on Rook as he takes off his hat and holds it toward his chest.

🥀

Life is so unnerving

For a servant who's not serving

He's not whole without a soul to wait upon

Ah, those good old days when we were useful...

Suddenly those good old days are gone

Ten years we've been rusting

Needing so much more than dusting

Needing exercise, a chance to use our skills!

Most days we just lay around the castle

Flabby, fat and lazy

You walked in and oops-a-daisy!

🥀

"What a life," Vil muttered, his eyes looking over at the kitchen, hearing the pipes of whistles as steam flowed out of the room.

He saw Jade working on the tea.

🥀

It's a guest!

It's a guest!

Sakes alive, well I'll be blessed!

Wine's been poured and thank the Lord

I've had the napkins freshly pressed

With dessert, she'll want tea

And my dear that's fine with me

While the cups do their soft-shoein'

I'll be bubbling, I'll be brewing

It'll get warm, piping hot

Heaven's sakes! Is that a spot?

Clean it up! We want the company impressed

🥀

Trey walked out with tea hot and ready for Vil, offering it towards him.

🥀

We've got a lot to do!

Is it one lump or two?

For you, our guest!

He's our guest!

He's our guest!

Chorus:

He's our guest!

Be our guest!

Be our guest!

Be our guest!

Chorus:

Be our guest!

Be our guest!

Our command is your request

It's been years since we've had anybody here

And we're obsessed

With your meal, with your ease

Yes, indeed, we aim to please

While the candlelight's still glowing

Let us help you, We'll keep going

Course by course, one by one

🥀

A chandelier made from glasses of champagne was now lowered down, offering Vil a glass, through understanding his amusement at the beautiful thing in front of him, Rook on top of, like the star he is.

🥀

'Til you shout, "Enough! I'm done!"

Then we'll sing you off to sleep as you digest

Tonight you'll prop your feet up

But for now, let's eat up

Be our guest!

Be our guest!

Be our guest!

Please, be our guest!

🥀

Vil laughs and claps his hands as the performance finished, clearly delighted about the food.

"That was amazing," Vil applauded, "And the food, so delicious." He gets up and walks over to Rook."

"Glad you enjoyed, Roi Du Poison," Rook laughed, "Now, eat up and we'll handle everything."

Vil did so, eating as much as he could, in the night before he could go back to sleep.

After a small while, Vil walked up the stairs to walk back to his room before the breeze from the East Wing took his attention.

"Father was right about the breeze," Vil whispered, before walking over to the wing, ignoring the chills down his back.

Vil walked over to the halls, looking at the broken chandelier glass and torned up walls, hoping he didn't hurt his hands while searching.

The paintings looked torned and wrecked, he hated how the paintings glared down at him from beyond the grave.

Ignore the cobwebs as well.

As he walked deeper, a faint glow from a room caught his attention, and he looks into the room. Another chill down his back, the room looked like a hurricane flew in and tore it apart. As he walked inside, he saw broken equipment, from chairs to lanterns.

A torn portrait in the center caught his attention, and he walks over to see the full portrait, which caught Vil off guard as he started into the green eyes of the royal prince, expression stoic and lifeless.

Vil walked away to try to walk away but a res glow illuminated the room.

He turned over and what caught his eye was a beautiful rose within a glass stand, protected so that no would touch it.

Like he was hypnotized, Vil walked over to examine it, watching as the petals glowed as he gone closer.

Was it a sign?

Vil gulped to himself and decided to leave but his back was now against something, but he knew what it was. The broad chest of his kidnapper, the reason he was there.

"How come I am not surprised that you are exactly like your thief of a father?"

Vil didn't even talk back before he felt the grip onto his arms, like a way to stop him escaping. Vil struggled enough for him to grab a nearby book to hit the beast with before running away from the halls, his heart pounding.

Before he knew it, he was now outside the castle, riding on his horse, ignoring the snow around him. He shivered to himself as Appletart slowed down.

"Oh, I know," Vil shivered, "but I cannot stay with that beast for any longer."

Vil pets Appletart and guide her through the woods, carefully stepping through the snow.

A snarl echoed throughout the woods, but Vil ignored them, until he felt a scratch on his legs.

Vil gasped and looked around as the a group of wolves begin to around him and Appletart. To protect them, Vil grabbed a huge stick on the ground and begins to wack any hungry wolves threatening to attack them.

But the wolves were able to overpowered him, causing Vil to collapse onto the ground, starting to feel weak from the snow.

A roar was heard from the distance, as a huge shadow started to overpowered the wolves, but the wolves were relentless beginning to jump onto him, scratching and biting him.

But the others ran away, now leaving the group alone.

Vil looks over at the shadow, to find out with was the beast, Leona, who just protected him from the pack of wolves and was now unconscious.

With all his might, Vil helped Leona onto Appletart and with both of their strength, helped him inside the castle, safe from the harsh winters outside.

[jijiakiwrites]

Our Journey( Chapter 1, Part 2)

Summary: After the four friends survive the archon war, what happened next......... Their will be new three travellers!

Time line: This fanfic has a confusing timeline ..... The part 1 is basically the past while the part 2 is the current timeline after the four friends survived..... basically the chapters alternate, if the previous chapter is about the past then the next chapter is about the current timeline.

"Give my brother( sister) back!

"Lumine!(aether!)

"And just like that, the unknown god took away my sibling and now I am here all alone."

"Hey don't be sad! You saved Paimon and as a compensation, Paimon will guide you to find your sibling"

"Thank you Paimon."

As the two foreigners continued to talk about their plans, a sudden foot sounds can be heared.... Surprising the two Foreigners.

"Wait....Michael, if I remember... That is not the original dialogue!"

"Original dialogue?....what do you mean original dialogue?.. and who are you and that one beside you?"

The traveller stand up from the stone, pointing its sword towards the two people Infront of them.

'who are these people? And what to they mean original dialogue?... The traveller thought, still pointing the sword towards the intruders. When the traveller arrived at this foreign world, they instantly help paimon but while they were helping paimon, they never see these people...

"Shh Michael, you're making it obvious."

"Obvious what?"

Paimon crossed her arms, while looking at them, she could feel a faint of strange energy coming from them like that feeling of " they do not come from this world"...or did she just think of that because she's just hungry.

"That we do not come from this world."

"Micahel! You jerk!"

"You guys are also from different worlds?"

The Traveller asked with a hint of hope in their eyes, if they are not from here then that means that... They will have someone to accompany them through out this journey.

"Yep, we suddenly arrived here like we just poof out of existence right Michael

Clarenz replied blatantly, there's no point of hiding it now. He knows that his companion is a jerk but not that stupid.

Both Michael and Clarenz knew about genshin impact, infact they had friends who were obsessed with the game....their names were Jiaki and Vonn, but sadly they passed away.

What would happen if they're gonna meet them in heaven and told them that they ventured the world of genshin impact, those two will definitely be jealous.

"Well then, you both can tag along with us, and paimon will be the guide!"

"So what are we gonna do?"

"Well paimon and the traveller decided that we will venture the world of Teyvat to meet the seven gods to ask the whereabouts of the traveller's sibling."

"Sibling?"

Clarenz asked with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. He knows the game and how insanely popular it is but he never really played it and that's why he doesn't have the knowledge to guide the traveller.

"And unknown being took them away."

The Traveller, with a sad face replied to the question, they still missed their sibling without knowing how long they have been separated.

"Oh my... I sorry if I made you offended."

"No worries I'm not offended."

"But before you guys tag along with us, did an unknown god blocked your path?"

"unknown god... No, we arrived here after our death."

"After death?!"

Paimon did not expect that, they arrived at this world after their deaths..... Now that's creepy.

"We were crushed but it's better if you guys won't ask the clear details of our death because..."

"Because what Michael?"

"Paimon, I think it's better if we're not gonna ask more questions, we should respect boundaries."

"But traveller I have a question."

"What is it Clarenz?"

"Do you trust us?" Clarenz knows that they could not be easily be trusted, especially that they look like they are hiding a lot from the traveller.

"Not really but I can sense that you guys are no danger, just like Paimon."

'An expected answer' Clarenz thought.

"Oh... Thank you traveller."

"No worries."

"Well then, let's go , I paimon will guide you throughout Teyvat!"

"Oh by the way, how did you two know our names?"

"Clarenz... Your literally arguing towards each other with your names."

"Oh Were sorry."

"No problem."

"Oh and Paimon just realized that Michael has been quiet since after the argument."

"Don't worry , he's just reflecting himself because of his stupidity."

"Heyyyyyyyyy!"

Part 3 coming soon!

Next chapter will be the continuation about the 4 friends!

Schedule:Tuesday,Thursday and Saturday......

[gwenstacy-ghostspider]

🥰Crush On The Second Floor🥰

Part 2-20

Summary: You just recently moved to the second floor of an apartment complex. But too much to you're enjoyment Peter Parker...YOUR CRUSH lives in the same apartment complex but a few floors above you.

Extra:

Andrew Garfield's Peter Parker but in Tom Holland's living condition. So living with Aunt May in an apartment instead of an actually house.

Reader is gender neutral

Lot's of edits because the OG draft of this story was with Tom Holland's Peter but I strongly SIMP over Andrew Garfield

Tag List:

@paw-sneeze

You were waiting for Peter, not at a restaurant or anything like that though. You were waiting in you're apartment. You lived in an apartment complex, the same apartment complex as Peter, right on the second floor in apartment B 707. Before you moved into the apartments with your mom; you and Peter didn't talk much. Sure you had most of your classes with him but you always got too nervous to talk to him.

After all, you had a crush on the boy even if you never spoke to him before you moved here. I mean could you blame yourself? No. Come on. He was sweet, goofy not to mention a mega nerd but it was cute to you. You loved his messy brown curly hair and his gorgeous eyes. Anyway yeah, you're point is you've liked him for a while, though you aren't quite sure how he felt about you.

Suddenly you heard a knocking on your window, rolling your eyes with a small smile on your face, you went and opened the window. Seeing the one and only Spider-dweeb, Spider-Boi, or Bug-Boy as you like to call him all of these to tease him. "Hey, Spider-Dweeb!" You giggled as Peter climbs through the window and shutting it before taking off his mask. "Hey princess" You felt your face heat up, you can't see yourself but you were positive you were definitely blushing. "How was your day? Get any bad guys?" You eye the brunette up and down.

"Any injuries?" "My day was fine, I did get a few and No I'm fine promise" You stop looking at him suspiciously and laughed before a small smile formed on your face. "Good, I don't know what I'd do if I had to patch you up again, I swear you want to give me a heart attack when you come over beaten up to hell and back." "Hey! Not my fault! I try to not get beaten up!" He takes a seat on your bed and looks at you. "Plus it's not like I could go to a hospital Y/N and hey when I come over beaten up at least we get to spend time together." "Yeah, good point."

Peter looked around your room. He could never get used to how cute it looked dispute how you acted tough. You were secretly a softy and he loved that about you. He loved many things about you. Like how you teased him calling him Spider-Dweeb, Spider-Boi and best of all Bug-Boy. He loved how your skin was always so soft when he'd held your hand or how you're hair always seemed to look flawless and oh how you're eyes looked like they held a thousand firefly's inside of them.

God, how he could go on forever about how much he loved you and everything about you. "Peter. Earth to plant Peter" "Huh?! Oh. Crap! Sorry! Zoned out I'm a bit tired." "It's fine Peter" You sighed looking at him. "You need to take care of yourself." You crossed your arms looking at him. "I know but being Spider-Man and doing night patrols are important" You let out a long sigh "I know that. But" You put your hand on his shoulder looking him in the eyes as you continued speaking. "As your friend, I'm worried about you and your health Spider-Boi, your not only Spider-Man your also Peter Parker. A highschool student you need to have time for yourself."

Peter pulled you into a tight hug, one hand on your back and the other on your head. "I know, but I also worry about you, why do you think I drop by at night to see you're injured or not and I try to have time to myself but most of that time I just want to spend with you." You were surprised by the hug a first but soon relaxed hugging him back. "I'll always be here Peter." You smile with your head on his chest. "I promise" You both stay hugging for a while and by a while you mean almost falling asleep in Peter's arms. "I'll see you in the morning princess, get some sleep." He carried you princess style before laying you in your bed.

"Goodnight Bug-Boy" You fall asleep as soon as he lays you down, causing him to smile before kissing your head and leaving out the window. Peter climbed back out your window and up to his and Aunt May's apartment into his bedroom window. Quickly changing out for his suit and into pajamas.

In the morning you wake up and get dressed for school. Your wear your Spider-Man hoodie, A black shirt with little skulls on it, blue jeans, combat boots(you own them because you thought they were cool and we're on sale), a Spider-Man beanie, and a skull necklace. After getting dressed you go to the kitchen eating breakfast with your mom. "Morning Mom" you smile at her and she smiles back. "Morning Sweetie, how'd you sleep?" "I slept great, though I stayed up late on a video call with Peter" Your mom laughed.

"So that why I heard his voice when I walked by your room last night to go to the bathroom." "Y-yeah" You scratch the back of your neck nervously. "Well, I better go meet up Peter to walk to school! Bye, Mom! Love you!" You rush out the door as your mom yelled out to you. "I love you too sweetie!" You took the elevator to the ground floor, waiting in the lobby for Peter. He's taking longer than usual so you decide to text him.

6:00 am

👑Princess🤍:

Peter are you up?

🤭Pretty Boy😊:

Crap! Sorry! Give me a few my alarm didn't go off!

👑Princess🤍:

Lol (◕ᴗ◕✿) okay see you in a bit then♡

🤭Pretty Boy😊:

Yeah see you in a bit (◡ ω ◡)

You put your phone away and start pacing back and forth as you wait for him. After about ten maybe twenty minutes later, you see Peter exit the elevator. He was wearing a pair of ripped jeans, a black jacket, and a gray shirt underneath that said

'W/GP➜GR' that means with great power comes great responsibility, he made that shit after Uncle Ben died or so he's told me. You smiled looking at him. "Nice shirt Spider-Boi." "Thanks, princess, and nice hoodie" You giggle blushing a bit, after all, you did wear it on purpose to get his attention.

"Thanks" You looked at Peter. "Well let's head to school we're keeping Gwen waiting." You teased as he nodded while walking out of the apartment building with you at his side. You loved Gwen truly she was like a sister but it hurt to see Peter have such a huge crush on her, when you loved him so much. "Yeah, poor Gwen probably dealing with Flash being a dushbag" You nodded walking faster towards the school with Peter. Soon you both got to school, outside in the distance ahead of you. You see a ranting Flash and a miserable-looking Gwen.

You and Peter approached the two of them. "Flash, stop ranting to Gwen. You're ranting the poor girl's ears off." Peter and you laughed at what you said as Flash just glared daggers. "Well, she never told me to shut up." Gwen shakes her head, Peter smiled and you crossed your arms smiling as Gwen spoke. "I shouldn't have too and I didn't wanna be rude." Gwen laughed as did the rest of you.

As you all laughed as in you,Gwen and Peter. You three walk down the hall together and head to your classes. Leaving behind a pissed off Flash.

Y/N M/N L/N

Class Schedule:

1st period:Applied chemistry 507

2nd period:Theater 955

3rd period:AP Biology 516

4th period:Calculus 501

Extracurricular activities:

Yearbook Photography

Band Club

Drama Club

Peter and you share 1st,3rd & 4th together with the addition of Gwen. You share 2nd period with Gwen. So you head to 1st period with Peter. Entering your first period applied chemistry with Peter. You and Peter take your seats next to each other. "Peter, you did do the homework right?" Peter fumbled with his books on the desk making them fall of the desk as you spoke to him.

He looks at you with a flustered look. "I didn't, I stayed out late then went to you're place after that went to bed the moment I got home.." Peter awkwardly laughed. "Here copy mine." You slide your homework over to him. "Are you sure?" You nodded. "Thanks Princess" You blushed a bit. "No problem." Just like usual your happiness is ruined by Flash picking on Peter. "Hey Penis Parker!" This moment is what turned this whole day shitty. Maybe we should have avoided flash this morning...

[a-sexy-asexual-658]

The Twin Sister (Part 8)

"Hey," Bianna said as she opened the gates of Everglem to let us in. "You made it."

"Yeah." Sophie managed a half smile which I just ignored and walked right in dragging her. I went on to lean against a tree as I observed them and their conversation.

Somewhere in the distance, a cricket chirped. Yeah, it was quiet and tense.

Sophie pulled on the sleeves of her pale yellow tunic, glad Bianna was also dressed casually—though Bianna's turquoise tunic had pink beaded flowers embroidered around the edges and a pink satin sash. "So, what are we going to do?"

Bianna stared at the ground as she shrugged.

Okay. . . .

"Is your family around?"

Bianna's eyes narrowed. "I knew you'd ask that." Oh drama!

"What?"

"I know you like my brother."

"What?"

"Please. It's pretty obvious."

"He's my friend." Sure, sis, sure. I smirked but was then pulled by Sophie as she started to walk away dragging me with her. "This was a bad idea."

Bianna grabbed her arm to stop us from walking away. "Wait. I'm sorry. It's just . . . girls always use me to get to my brother. I guess I sort of expect it."

Sophie just looked at her. Wait—then why was she friendly with me? "that's not what I'm doing—and you invited me over, remember?"

"I know.' Bianna stared at her hands, wringing her fingers so tight it looked painful, anyway so that's why she was acting weird. "Can we maybe start over?" She said interrupting my thoughts and both still ignoring me being there.

Sophie bit her lip. "I guess we can try."

Bianna exhaled, seeming relieved. "Good." Her eyes lit up, cute, but the glint I know that glint, I didn't have time to shudder before she spoke. "I know. We can give each other makeovers. I have all the serums to change our hair color, and we can try on some of my mom's gowns."

That's when I slowly and carefully removed Sophie's hand and tried to sneak away. Makeovers? Yeah, no thanks. Unfortunately, Bianna grabbed my arm, knowing I would try to leave when makeovers were mentioned. Fortunately, my second favorite best friend *cough* I mean second best friend came and saved me.

"Makeovers?' Keefe scoffed behind them. "You girls sure know how to have fun. Maybe you can braid each other's hair and giggle about boys while you're at it. I expected better from you, (Y/N)." I glared at him.

"Excuse me, bastard, don't talk to me like your my disappointed dad, and does the death grip on my arm seriously make you believe it's voluntary on my part," I said and he shrugged.

"What are you guys doing here?" Bianna asked, shooting Fitz a pointed look.

"We came to see if you guys want to play base quest," Keefe answered for him.

"What's base quest?"

"What's base quest!?" Me and Sophie said at the same time, her questioning plainly while I was suddenly right in Keefe's face with sparkle eyes and a love-struck smile. How did I suddenly get in his face when I was originally like ten feet away, ✨magic✨. What? A prankster never reveal's their secrets.

"Only the most awesome game ever. I call Foster for my team," Keefe announced.

Jealousy flared in Bianna's eyes as Keefe wrapped an arm around my shoulders and I felt my stomach drop. She liked him, didn't she. It wasn't a question. A small part of my brain tried to reason and comfort me by saying she was jealous because he was touching me but I shut it down. Sadness filled my eyes but I covered it up immediately with a grin. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts. "How about we play boys against girls?" I said shoving Keefe off me harshly when he gave me a concerned look. He couldn't have noticed, unless..... was he an empath?

Fitz explained the rules. One team guarded its base while the other team launched a raid. If the questers made it to the base without getting tagged, they won.

"Light leaping isn't allowed, but special abilities can be used," Fitz added, looking right at Sophie and me like he was saying it for our benefit.

"That's not fair. We don't have . . ." Bianna's voice trailed off when Fitz shot her a warning look. Ass. "Fine. But you guys have to quest first."

Me and Bianna went to search the grounds as Sophie stayed back as a sentry, it was a good idea. The athletic ones hunt and the . . . . Sophie guards. Plus she can track the boys and tell me where they are, something about telepathy and stuff, yeah not important.

Me and Bianna were hunting for the boys I was looking on the ground looking for tracks and other stuff. Bianna was looking at me on the ground doing actual tracking, which she giggled at and called cute. "Bianna it's not cute, it's professional," I said but she ignored me. Suddenly I felt Sophie's voice fill my head, I jumped. I will never get used to that.

'They're near the lake.' I started making my way near the lake and found them there making their way to the tree. Bianna came next to me and as she passed by her hand brushed against the back of mine and a light pink dusted across my cheeks but I shook my head and continued on. We sneaked up behind them at the last second, we jumped letting out war cries and landed on them. I landed on Fitz and he fell to the floor with a squeal, he twisted under me so I was sitting on his front. My legs were left across his chest my knees on either side of him my sitting against his belly. He was about to say something when I good a mischievous idea. I put my hands on his cheeks and leaned down bringing his face forward up. I heard gasps and gags around me and Fitz had wide eyes and was frozen. When we were only an inch apart my pink lips twisted into a smirk.

"Ass." and I slammed his head onto the ground and stood up.

"Ooow!" He whined getting up. "What was that for!?" He yelled at me. I shrugged unbothered.

"You're an ass," I said as Keefe burst out laughing and Bianna was suppressing giggles while Sophie only had a relieved look on her face. I walked over to her and gave her a hug.

"Y'know I wouldn't actually do that to you right?" I said with a smile.

"Yeah, I know." She said and we heard claps.

"Break it up, foster twins, break it up now," Keefe said and we all started to talk with me trying— and failing— to flirt with Bianna. Bianna and Sophie seemed to get closer as they talked and I kept jabbing at Fitz annoying him to no end.

"Do my eyes deceive me, or is that Sophie and (Y/N) Foster?" Alden asked behind us and I jumped, oh how I hate his voice and face and personality and face. Yes, I said that twice, I just really hate his face.

"We've missed you two around here," Della added, rushing over and wrapping me and Sophie up in her arms.

Sophie sank into the hug, but I tensed and then relaxed. I swear why do people give hugs without warning. I took a deep breath to clear my head and my nose crinkled. "Whoa, you smell like smoke. Is there a fire?"

Della glanced at Alden as she pulled out of the hug, backing a few steps away.

Alden cleared his throat. "Just something we're looking into. No reason to worry."

"'No reason to worry' my ass" I mocked him under my breath but was ignored.

"So, what are you guys up to?" Della asked.

"Getting stomped in base quest," Keefe grumbled. "You should've seen it—(Y/N) tagged us out like she knew where we were."

Alden glanced at Fitz—who gave the slightest nod—before he grinned at Keefe. "Sounds like someone's not happy about losing."

"I'd just like to know how she did it, but she insists on being all mysterious." Keefe narrowed his eyes at me and I stuck my tongue out at him. "also Sophie still hasn't explained how she almost slammed (Y/N) into the wall yesterday, also cool save how'd you twist your body like that? Anyway both are mysterious. Hmm, mysterious duo? Ehh I'll figure it out later." (taking suggestions, need them can't figure one out.) 

Sophie flushed, and I groaned when she turned to Alden. "Fitz said he was going to talk to you about that," she said quietly. "Any theories?"

"None that makes any sense," Alden admitted.

A second of silence passed. Then Della came to the rescue. "Besides, we girls never reveal our secrets. How else can we keep you boys on your toes? So, who's staying for dinner?" She glanced at me and Sophie.

"Sorry. I told Edaline we'd be home. Maybe next time." She flushed probably realizing we'd invited ourselves over.

But Biana smiled. "Sounds good."

"Do you need to use the Leap master?" Alden asked.

"No, Grady and Edaline gave us home crystals." She held up a long silver chain that hung to her waist. The crystal pendant only had a single facet, the path to Havenfield. They'd given us each one that morning, apologizing for not giving her one sooner.

We really felt like family. . . . . . note the sarcasm.

"Don't stay away too long this time," Alden told us. "We've missed you two around here."

"I've missed you guys too. I'll see you soon." Sophie said while I grinned flipping him off saying.

"Yeah, I'll be sure to punch you next time." Walking into the light ignoring people's flabbergasted faces and Alden exclaiming.

"SEE!! She does flip me off, I told you!"

~Monday~

Today Bianna, Fitz, and Keefe sat at our table at lunch and I just spoke with Bianna most of the time, secretly trying to fix my messed-up outfit, I stayed up all night so I wasn't dressed that great. Why was I staying up all night you ask? Stinky. He had somehow gotten out of his tank and stank up the room, I stayed up all night cleaning and getting the stink out as Sophie took Iggy and slept in her room for the night.

Marella kept giving me side eyes of '" knew it' and 'I told you so' while I glared at her. The lunch period soon ended and we went to class, I had healing as my favorite subject that I would willingly go to every day. Anyway, it was just full of Elwin teaching me the differences between types of burn creams and stuff and ingredients. I was disgusted, you put yeti pee on a burn, eww!! Anyway, I ditched study hall because I planned to sneak into Dame Alina's office and pull a prank but she was there so I chose to wait.

Apparently, she didn't leave until a few hours after school and that sucks, but I was determined. I snuck in and started the prank that took a few hours to set up but at exactly midnight I heard voices in the hallway and ducked into a nearby closet. In walked Alden, Dame Alina, Sophie, and her telepathy mentor- Tiergan. I quickly took out my radio recorder, whatever was about to happen was going to be juicy if they were having a meeting at this time. They went on to talk about how Sophie broke a law blah blah blah and then punishments and stuff. Boring, nothing juicy yet. I was about to stop the recording when the juiciest juice of all was spilled.

"It's hardly a secret you tried to stop his wedding to Della," Tiergan said and a grin split across my face. Now that's not really blackmail but really good gossip and juice, wonder if Marella knows.

They went on to talk about punishments and stuff and when they were about to leave Sophie turned and stared at the closet I was in or, more precisely, where I was sitting.

"What's wrong Sophie?" Alden asked and I hoped for dear life I won't be caught. She sighed and it was the type of sigh that said 'we will have a long talk later, but for now I will cover for you, idiot'. Yea she sighs a lot because of me so I kinda know what every one of her sighs means.

"Nothing." Her mentor unfortunately didn't buy it and walked over to the closet I was crouched in and opened the door. It slowly opened and revealed me still crouched on the ground in my uniform.

"(Y/N)!!!"

"Hi?" I said and waved awkwardly and stood up walking out of the closet.

"How long have you been here?" Tiergan asked being the first to recover from the shock.

"Uh since Dame Alina left her office . . . . . . . at 5." They deadpanned.

"And why were you in my office so late?" Dame Alina asked from her position sitting on her chair and I only grinned my lazy grin.

"I think you know why and if you don't want anything to happen I suggest not getting up," I said and she paled and finally looked around her chair seeing all the wires and stuff connected to her chair. Alden ignored her and walked over to me with a stern face.

"(Y/N), you cannot tell anyone of what you heard here, your sister could face serious charges." I only gave a him weirded-out and disgusted face.

"Alden," I spat with venom lacing it like saying his name made me feel sick, which it did," Do you really think I would tell anyone something like this when it could hurt my sister severely? I may seem like a crack-headed idiot but I know how to keep a secret, after all, I've been keeping one to protect me and Sophie for 12 fucking years." I said shoving past him and grabbing Sophie using the home crystal around my neck to get home.

When we got to Havenfeild Grady and Edaline were still in bed and probably thought we were too. We snuck up the stairs and got ready for bed and went to sleep, of course, I fed our sweet little Stinky first though. Poor little thing had to wait so long. We both went to sleep in silence not wanting to talk about the events of tonight.

~The Next Day~

Well me and Sophie had detention the next day, obviously. Sophie because she broke a law - go girl! I'm clearly after 12 fucking years rubbing off on her- and me because of my prank. Apparently, they couldn't find a way for Alina to avoid the prank and she showed up at school or work for her with hot pink sparkly hair and crimson red eyes. She also had paper white skin, a total upgrade in my opinion, but not in hers because I'm still going to detention. If it makes it any better the whole school laughed, even the teachers!

Dex questioned where we were going but I ignored him and walked away, being grumpy because I wanted more sleep. Why does school start at 8 fucking am in the morning? And then the teachers have the AUDACITY to expect us to be up and chirpy, let alone want to learn! Insane, these people, insane. Even more than I am- and that's saying something! I just went straight to the corner and put my head down to take a nap, about five minutes later I felt a prodding at my side but ignored it. The poking got harsher and harsher until I shot my head up in frustration and was too late to dodge the finger coming for my face.

I met Keefe's stupid playful eyes as the finger took a 180 from aiming for my cheek to my nose. It touched my nose softly as he let out a soft 'boop' with a grin on his face. I glared nastily at him as I took his finger and dislocated it with my index finger and thumb. Elwin taught me this, it was supposed to force the finger back into place but I did the opposite move and it popped right out. Keefe let out a streak that caught the attention of the whole class as the teacher walked over.

"What's wrong?" He asked and Keefe still stunned and in pain - the little wimp even I can take a little dislocation, after all, I have in the past, don't read too much into that- and the teacher after confirming it was dislocated turned to me with an urgent and expectant stare. "You- you study under Elwin right? Can you put his finger back in place?" He asked and I morphed my face to look cute sad eyes and a pout. Everyone falls for it.

"I'm sorry sir! But Elwin hasn't taught me stuff like that yet, he said for now I should stick with how to identify injuries before curing them." I said with a tilt of my head and Keefe gave me a glare knowing I was lying because this was my signature way of getting away with what I wanted and succeeding. After all, everyone fell for it. The boys in the room either blushed, melted or both at my face and the teacher seemed to think I was telling the truth, I did though notice a few girls look away with red cheeks.

"Very well, Keefe you can walk yourself to the healing center yes?" The teacher said and Keefe huffed walking out with his bag to get his finger fixed. I then looked at Sophie who was sitting in the chair in front of me as I grinned when the teacher wasn't looking and she sighed shaking her head.

Anyway, the rest of the day was boring and the author was lazy (What it is true) so let's skip to tomorrow. Apparently, we had ballroom dancing for detention and Keefe tried to grab Sophie but the teacher quickly assigned her to some greasy-looking kid, then he tried to grab me but me not wanting to also get partnered with a greasy kid because of Lady Belva's jealous wrath quickly grabbed a random non-greasy looking boy.

The music started and soon we started to dance, unfortunately, since it was ballroom dancing the boys' hands were on my hips, and mine were on his shoulders while we got close to each other so that we were only a few inches apart. My head was turned down the whole time, making sure I don't step on him when He started to strike up a conversation.

"Uh- hi. My name is Jay, I'm guessing your (Y/N) Foster?" I nodded as I finally looked up into the boy's blue eyes. He had dazzling bright blue eyes that seemed to shine brighter than any star I had seen, but not to put him down, I've only ever seen like two stars and they weren't that bright. He also had seemingly dyed hair, blonde fading into red with splotches of a dark shade of something that I couldn't name and it all just looked so . . . .. . natural. He had pale brown skin. He was gorgeous. Hey, am I capable of having more than one crush? Actually, who cares! I most likely won't end up with any of my crushes so fuck it! (If only you knew darling, if only you knew)

"Uh- y-yes!" I said stuttering trying to gather my thoughts. I smiled and I blushed, we went on to talk completely forgetting we were dancing, only doing it mindlessly now. Once I made eye contact with Keefe and grinned at me with a suggestive wink glancing at Jay with wiggled brows. I rolled my eyes and looked away, but I checked his emotions for some reason and when I did I felt something weird, it felt like jealousy. I shrugged probably tuned into some other boy, after all, boys love me. If only girls did too.

We were interrupted by the bell and as I grabbed my things Jay walked up to me. "Hey, do you wanna sit with me at lunch tomorrow?" he asked and I felt myself beam, but then I remembered I still have detention.

"Sorry I still have detention, for the rest of the week," I said and he nodded, he then caught a mischievous glint in his eye and turned around. He yelled over the rushing kids to Lady Belva who was about to leave.

"Hey! Lady Belva! You're a pedophilic whore!!" He yelled and she gasped storming over in anger. Her whole face was red and it took everything in me not to laugh, I mean it was true though.

"Mr. Dickson! How dare you talk to a mentor like that!! Detention for a week!" She said and calmed herself down before she did anything, she seriously looked like she was about to hit him. As she walked away Jay grinned at me.

"Well, now you have company!" He said while he swung his bag over his shoulder.

"Actually, my sister was my company because she's here till midterms but oh well," I said and we shared a smile as we both walked out. We separated and I caught up with Keefe and Sophie. As Sophie saw me she pointed at Keefe.

"Did you know he was an empath!?" She asked or more like yelled.

"Yup," I said simply, popping the p.

Anyway since the author is still lazy and she is using her parents lap top since she doesn't have one and has to hurry the fuck up so she can finish this before they get back from where ever the fuck they are, she didn't go because her father threw all her clothes in the washer and she had nothing to wear (Hey get out of my personal life!!!) let's hurry this up to the dreaded midterms, it just feels so wrong in my mouth.

I would usually skip but Sophie made an effort to escort me to all my classes. They wanted to pack all the tests in one day, because their all asswholes, so we had a busy day. I wrote an essay for history then Elwin, being the lovable easy going guy he is, just had had me brew a sting-reducing cream by myself and try to get it right. After I had empathy and the mentor just had me try to read the emotions of someone he had set up across the campus, yeah he went harder on me since I could read emotions without physical contact. Then after that, I just had to bottle a lightning storm.

Finally, it was lunch so we had a break, I sat down with my tray and just ate ignoring everything around me. Lunch went quickly- too quickly, I had named a bunch of stars in the universe then had channeling for phys. ed. Finally, it was alchemy, I walked in completely ignoring Lady Galvin, or as I call Lady Grumpypants. I walked over to the desk waving at her.

"Let's get this over with." She huffed, oh she was so done with me. Luckily because Sophie had read her mind she changed her test from the hardest thing to removing iron with ruckleberries.

I picked up one and looked at it, she taught me to squeeze them but what would happen if I just open them and rub them on the iron. So guess what I did. I popped it open. It released a stink that smelt of feet but I didn't care, I've smelt worse. I started rubbing the inside part on the iron and it worked. I finished in five minutes and only a few drops got on my skin, I walked up to Lady Galvin with a grin and handed her the key, and walked out. I heard her mumble 'that's not how you do it' under her breath as I left and I laughed.

"Well, that was brutal," Dex whined when we met up at the lockers later that day. He slammed his locker closed. "How'd it go for you?"

"Almost died, you think I do that for kicks?" I said with a grin. Now that I think about it I never grinned or smiled when with humans so my jaw hurts.

"Yes," Dex said with no hesitation, ha he knows me. Of course, I almost died for fun! Well not this time, tests aren't fun. Still hurts he said it with no hesitation let alone staring blankly at me too.

"Hmph!" I pouted as he and Sophie spoke. Anyway, let's end this here because I'm tired of narrating my life.

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I'M SO SORRY!!! I haven't updated for like a month!! I'm sorry, its just school and other things! Plus I mainly work on my wattpad account (in bio).

Well I hope you all survive school and drink water and eat food!! Or else I'll force (Y/N) to have Valin as a love interest.

Anyway goodbye fellow people who come to this website to dream about living a life we don't have and escape reality to the world of wear we can simp all we want shamelessly. 

Now to go do my homework, ugh.

~Sahiko

[leclerc-s]

the blue - part one

summary: falling in love with your brother's best friend was a cliche and amelia holland promised she'd never fall victim to that cliche. and it had worked for the longest time until suddenly he seemed like the perfect person for her. but he toyed with her, twisted the knife in her like she meant nothing and then he walked in. he came out of the blue and she realized getting her heartbroken by harrison had been the best thing to ever happen to her because it brought her him.

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amelia glared at her brother for what felt like the 100th time, he was a liar who she no longer trusted.

tom turned to look at her and laughed at her pout, “i told you he wasn’t a driver for them anymore.”

“i thought you were lying to me,” amelia replied, “i can’t believe i flew out from new jersey to be disappointed like this.”

"wow," tom breathed out, "not even getting to spend time with your favorite brothers could ruin your disappointment."

"you're not my favorite, sam and harry are."

"oh look, there's lando norris, his new teammate shouldn't be far," paddy pointed out, "we should go say hello."

"no," amelia protested, "we shouldn't. danny's not with him. who's the new teammate anyways? i bet he's not as good as danny."

"wow, and here i thought i was a good driver to be in f1," an australian voice said, "massive daniel ricciardo fan, i take it?"

tom and paddy snickered, watching as amelia turned around in horror to face the owner of the voice. she grimaced, "sorry, i'm bitter."

"you don't say?" he teased.

"i also had no clue danny had left mclaren, i've been busy. not that it's an excuse to shit on your skills, i'm sure you're a great driver. i'm just a huge daniel ricciardo fan. in my defense i also didn't know sebastian vettel had retired, sometimes i'm chronically offline other times i'm not," amelia rambled, she stuck her hand out for a handshake, "amelia holland."

the australian smiled, "oscar piastri, pleasure to meet you. even if you did shit on my skills."

"i'm sorry," she apologized and oscar laughed, "no problem, you wouldn't be the first and you won't be the last."

her brothers continued snickering, only this time they were joined by the other mclaren driver. lando raised an eyebrow at both of them, "you two done flirting?"

"tom done talking you ear off about golf and his girlfriend?" amelia snarked back, "and we weren't flirting."

"sure," paddy joked, "and the sun is green."

amelia noticed a specific blonde coming their way, and she ducked down, "i need to use the bathroom. i'll be back later."

she rushed away before her brothers could protest. it apparently hadn't been quick enough because she heard his voice call out to her but she ignored him. amelia was a coward and she knew it, she wasn't ready to face him, not after he had broken her heart and twisted the knife by introducing a girlfriend to them two weeks later.

ameliaholland cropped paddy out because he pissed me off. WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME DANIEL RICCIARDO WASN'T DRIVING FOR MCLAREN ANYMORE??

tagged: tomholland2013, mclaren, landonorris, oscarpiastri

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username this has got to be the funniest shit i’ve ever seen and i’m a ferrari fan.

username oh lord, someone’s been too busy in the studio to keep up with f1

↳ ameliaholland DON’T REMIND ME!! I FLEW OUT FROM THE STATES FOR THIS??

↳ username totally forgot girlie flew straight from a taylor swift concert to be at the monaco gp

tomholland2013 i literally texted you that danny wasn’t driving for mclaren when it was announced.

username JUSTICE FOR PADDY!!

↳ ameliaholland fuck paddy, he was being a little shit.

ameliaholland posted new stories

took a wrong turn and ended up in the wrong garage

someone get danny ric back in an f1 car!

met some pretty weird guys in monaco

landonorris and oscarpiastri just followed you!

you ditched us for red bull?

no, i actually did take a wrong turn and ended up there. one of their assistants helped get me back to mclaren hospitality.

are you feeling okay? did harrison do something to you?

no, why would you ask that?

okay, i know we joke about me being stupid, but i'm not. i notice things, especially when it comes to my sister.

i'm fine, i just don't like his girlfriend

because she has the one thing that you want?

woah, what?

like i said, i notice things amelia, i know you like him.

i did. i don't think i do anymore, if any of my current songs i've written are anything to go by.

ooh new music? inspired by my dickhead of a best friend? i will be streaming and not because you're my baby sister.

TWO WEEKS LATER

ameliaholland a series of beach trips inspired me. say don’t go, out now.

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username MS.HOLLAND? WHO HURT YOU?

username WE RIDE AT DAWN!!

landonorris okay, but who hurt my new best friend? do i need to throw hands?

↳ ameliaholland i wasn’t aware we were best friends?

↳ landonorris dude. we bonded over missing danny. we’re best friends now.

oscarpiastri now i get why lando’s crying.

↳ landonorris SHUT UP YOU MUPPET!

↳ ameliaholland are you crying too piastri?

↳ oscarpiastri full on sobbing

tomholland2013 oh i get it now.

↳ ameliaholland shut your trap thomas!

↳ username what do you get mr.holland? spill the tea!

hazosterfield great song amelia!

taylorswift it's a beautiful song amelia 🩵

↳ ameliaholland thank you mother 🩵!

tuwaine who hurt you?

↳ ameliaholland life. life hurt me.

↳ tomholland2013 is that what we're calling him now?

↳ ameliaholland do you ever know how to shut up?

danielricciardo so this is the person lando claims he's trauma bonded with? interesting. cool song. who hurt you?

↳ ameliaholland I'M GONNA SCREAM!!

amelia holland DANIEL RICCIARDO KNOWS WHO I AM!! REJOICE!

lando norris YOU'RE WELCOME!! THIS IS MY DOING!

oscar piastri yeah, because you've been playing the song on a loop all day. i think max is close to strangling you.

amelia holland does max verstappen hate me? oscar piastri no, it's lando because he sounds like a dying cow singing. amelia holland oh thank god, i don't think i could stand being hated by an f1 driver

lando norris on a completely different topic, who hurt you so much? will there be more heartbreaking songs coming our way?

amelia holland maybe. maybe not. who knows.

lando norris you do! you know! and i know you're dodging the question! i'll just ask your brother, i know he knows.

oscar piastri you have her brother's number? lando norris of course not, i am followed by him on instagram, i can just dm.

amelia holland i don't want to talk about it. not right now.

lando norris fine, but i will find out the truth amelia. so are you going to be at silverstone?

amelia holland i have a show on the 8th? and then again the next weekend?

lando norris so? are you coming or not? you made it to the monaco gp and you had a show the day before?

oscar piastri she's going to be tired lando.

lando norris okay, will you at least watch the race bestie?

amelia holland of course, i want to watch max verstappen win again.

lando norris wow! okay. i now hate you. friendship over. tom is the superior holland

¡leclerc-s speaks! ignoring the fact that i've already used gracie as a faceclaim in another fic, i present the blue to you! i am charles and oscar girlie and let me tell you, brazil was not my weekend. i was struggling and oscar deserves more love. i have way too many ideas bouncing around in my head which is why i'm constantly putting new fics out. let's quickly ignore the fact that say don't go is a taylor swift song for the sake of the story and any future songs used in this.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

[snippychicke]

Moonstone--Mirage

So, a few days ago, @stuckys-lilwhore requested something where Khonshu takes over Marcs body to be with her again, and maybe make her feel good as a human.

I am so sorry it took so long, and well, this probably isn't quite what you were wanting. But you ask inspired this, which will probably be part of the overarching story(as if this story isn't just a bunch of hobbled scenes out of order anyways.) So I hope you enjoy anyways!

Also, I've had a few ask for a tag list? I actually haven't...done that before. But between @stuckys-lilwhore and @jamiethenerdymonster, I guess I will need to make one. Anyone else want to be added?

Anyways, story time. Rating is clear for everyone!

Khonshu was livid.

The small open market of Cairo had to suddenly braced as a large gust of wind slammed through as the two women appeared by Marc. 

Crammed into the small hotel, it was even worse. 

"Tell her she needs to leave!" Khonshu roared for the hundredth time. "She needs to go back home and stay there! This isn't her fight anymore!" 

"I have to agree with Khonshu." Marc sighed. "Both of you need to go back."

"I want to see you get to Senfu's sarcophagus then," Layla challenged, crossing her arms. "I mean, you were doing so well without me." 

"And if you think I am leaving now, fate of the world in balance, " the other woman growled, typing angrily on her laptop. "You are sorely mistaken. Khonshu wasn't the brightest before, and obviously his skull's gotten thicker. I mean, a full lunar eclipse? Are you fucking kidding me!" 

"We had no other choice. It's hardly my fault my Avatar has been incompetent lately."

"Don't blame me for this," Marc shot back, hearing Steven echo the sentiment in the mirror. 

"I don't even wanna know," the former avatar grumbled. "I am so fucking mad. Never trust a stupid bird brained god to make a rational decision."

The wind started up, as Khonshu slammed his staff  "Don't--"

"I don't care what you have to say," she yelled blindly into the room. "I can't even hear you! I can't hear you, can't see you, I can barely feel you. I know you're there and you have no idea how horrible this is! I trusted you. I trusted that you had a reason for taking the Mantle from me despite everything. But here we are, a short few years later, and we're in this mess!"

Marc shot a worried look towards Layla, unsure about being caught in what was a lovers spat between human and god, but Layla only gave him a pointed look.

Right. He was in a similar boat as Khonshu, it seemed. Layla obviously sided with the former avatar, and well, to be honest, Marc did too. Even if he barely understood the situation himself. 

"And-and I can't even hear you," she finished softly. "I can scream and yell until I'm blue, and it won't change anything because I'm virtually just talking to thin air. So, I'm going to follow up on my own leads. I know some people here that may know a few things. I'll keep in touch, Layla."

"Sounds good. I'll do the same." Layla squeezed her shoulder as she passed. 

"Marc," Khonshu spoke after the former avatar slammed the door shut of the hotel room. It wasn't the sharp, commanding tone that he was used to, but softer, almost pleading. The former mercenary turned.towards the god, surprised to see him look almost…sad? Dejected? "Let me speak to her. Just for a few minutes."

"Oh no, we are not doing that again," Marc insteadly argued, recalling the odd sensation of Khonshu possessing his body during the tribunal. It had felt worse than when Steven was in control, because he had been fully aware of everything. Less of a silent passenger in his own body than, well, being controlled against his will. 

Besides, he owed Khonshu nothing. Not after everything the moon god had done to destroy his life. Destroy his marriage with Layla, who was acting as if ignoring his conversation as she pulled out her own laptop. 

Let Khonshu feel what it was like to be forced away from the one he loved. Sure he and Layla had their issues, but the moon god was to blame just as much as his inability to discuss his issues. 

"Please, just for a few minutes," Khonshu pleaded, and hearing him say please, to be so humble, knocked the strength from Marc's argument. "Perhaps I can calm her some, and we need whatever help we can get now that the gods themselves refused." 

Damn it. He made a good point. "Fine. Five minutes and not a second longer. And no funny business!" 

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She was sitting on the flat stone roof, grumbling at her tablet when he found her, her back turned towards the door. 

He wanted to talk to her. He had so much to say, he had planned it all in his search to find her. But now that he was here, seeing her with mortal eyes, he found Marc's body not responding. The man's heart was beating quickly, his chest tight enough around his lungs he found it hard to breathe. 

Oh heavens, was Marc sick? 

"I'm not sick, you're just nervous!" Marc grumbled. "It feels like being a teenager all over again. Hurry up and get this over with."

Right. He was a god, and this was nothing compared to what he had done in the long years of his life. He cleared Marc's throat and spoke her name, not used to saying it aloud. 

Only for her to wave her hand without looking, gesturing for him to leave. "Not now, Marc, I'm busy."

"Please, moonstone." 

That caught her attention as she twisted around to look at him, confused. "...he really told you to call me that?" 

"Marc's allowed me temporary use of his body so I could talk with you." He explained simply, and watched the emotions flicker across her face; pain, hope, longing, as she recognized his deep timbre and unique accent despite using Marc's voice. 

But those expressions were quickly covered by rage. She dropped her tablet as she stood and stormed towards him. "Why?! To tell me to go home? That this isn't any of my business anymore? Well, tough shit asshole!" She jammed her finger into Marc's chest. "I live on this planet, and I care for everyone on it, so--" 

She was silenced as he suddenly pulled her into an embrace. Even though it wasn't his body, he could feel her as if it was. How soft she was, the strength she possessed as she initially resisted. The smell of sweat mixed with her fragrant soaps she used to bathe herself. 

"No funny business," Marc snarled as he pressed his face against her hair. "Talking only, so hurry up and apologize already!" 

Khonshu reluctantly obeyed his host and pulled away, but only a fraction before she stopped him, grabbing fistfulls of his shirt. She kept her head turned away, avoiding his gaze as his hands came to rest on her shoulders. 

"Why did you leave me?" She asked, which was not at all what he expected. The anger had vanished, leaving her voice weak. "We were such a great team, and I thought-I thought we were happy." 

"I have ruined many lives of my avatars through the ages. But I considered it an acceptable price to pay for the good I worked through them. But seeing you struggle was a price I couldn't bear. You are my beloved moonstone, and your happiness was something I was willing to sacrifice everything for." 

"You fucking asshole," she sniffed, letting go of his shirt with one hand to wipe her eyes. "I would have found a way to make it work. I would've chosen you over anything."

"I think I'm going to be sick," Marc groaned. "God, you two are way too sappy." 

Khonshu ignored him and instead gently encouraged her to turn to face him, wiping the tears away on her cheek. "I apologize for the pain and suffering I caused you, beloved. I only wanted the best for you." 

"Damn fucking idiot," she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close. Close enough he thought he could feel her soul once more try to reach for his along a bond that was no longer there. "Your such an idiot, ya know? I love you, even now, and I forgive you  but heavens you're so thick."

"Great, can I have my body back?"

Marc was going to kill him, but Khonshu couldn't resist. Not with her here. Out of instinct he nuzzled against her, not used to Marc's different nose. That alone was a different sensation in itself, but then her lips brushed against his, softly with a light sigh ghosting afterwards. 

Oh.

"I SAID NO," Marc shouted, suddenly pulling away and stumbling back at the fact he was suddenly in control. 

Khonshu was still in his place, his body curved around his former avatar, bone pressed against her soft lips. Her eyes slowly opened, basking in the familiar sensation of large hands squeezing her shoulders, bone moving gently against her lips, and that warmth in her chest blooming.

Then fading as quickly as it appeared. She clutched at him, the gauze of his robe and then the bone of his beak, as she fiercely tried to take in every detail but to no avail. But the time he brushed her face with his hand, it was as solid as a gentle breeze. 

And then he was gone, as if he had been nothing more than a mirage.