#and Fred using his tie to wrap it around that woman wrist.... :( hows he so perfect

[dyahere]

i just watched the mtp OVAs they were SO good especially the 2nd one

[wandsandwheezes]

Countertop | F.W

WARNINGS // SMUT 18+, Sex, Fingering, BJ’s, Dirty Talk, Exhibitionism, Praise Kink, Tie bondage, don’t get caught.

A/N //  Finally I have given up my loyalty to George and written A Freddie smut, this one is for my chaotic eggs who basically fuelled this inspiration. also two smut in one day??? whoops. 

Your boyfriend had shook you awake this morning, causing you to groan and roll away from him, pulling the covers over your face. Today marked the start of the holiday shopping season and you had offered to lend Fred and George a helping hand. Fred wasn't going to let you back out this easy, coaxing the covers down, so that he could press kisses all over your face. "Good morning, Princess." 

You practically rolled yourself into the shower, starting the task of making yourself presentable for the day. Your outfit was simple; a deep red flowy, knee length dress and tights. You had dried and scraped your hair up into a half up/half down look. Fred had come up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist as he pressed kisses to your neck, a mischievous smirk on his face. You giggled, turning in his arms to press a few longing kisses to his lips, murmuring between each kiss, "Not now Freddie, we'll be late."

He looked absolutely stunning, seeing Fred in a suit and tie was one of your favourite sights, especially when he would shrug the jacket off, allowing you to see the way that his shirt hugged his biceps and how the rolled-up sleeves accentuated his veiny forearms and hands. He was dreamy, every movement had you slipping away, only to be pulled back to reality when another customer walked up to the register, greeting you with a smile. The day was busy, but that was to be expected, the boys were rushed off their feet, bringing out stock and answering questions, the big, colourful shop was enough to make any child's eyes light up, meaning that there was almost always a bustle of laughter and chatter in the shop. You sent a smile Fred's way when he locked eyes with you, he sent a wink back, making your heart skip a beat. 

You were helping out a gentleman and his son with bagging up and purchasing their items. The man was young, almost too young looking to be a father, he had dark, messy hair, he was tall but not nearly as tall as Freddie is, he was smiling at you with a sheepish grin as he handed over the galleons. Had you not been dating Fred since you were teens, the man in front of you was a close likeness to someone you saw yourself being with, not to mention he had really striking green eyes, as did his son, who had wispy mousy brown curls. You found yourself imagining what yours and Fred's kids might look like, would they carry on the Weasley hair colour, would they have your eyes, maybe your cheeks. 

Fred was watching on from the balcony, seeing the customer so obviously flirting with you, it ignited a fire inside of him, all he wanted to do was take you to his office and give you a piece of his mind. It made him so jealous to see another man flirt with you, Fred knew that you were the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid his eyes on. He was the only one allowed to undress you with his eyes.

Fred made his way down the stairs, joining you behind the counter, while you were finishing up with the same customer, making sure to press a kiss to your cheek as he brushed past you, his hands lingering on your hips for just a little longer. You looked over your shoulder to smile at him as he grabbed something from the wall behind you, grabbing his bicep to stop him from walking away, waving a goodbye to the adorable young boy and his father. 

"Jealous, Freddie?" you ask sweetly, going up onto your toes to press a kiss to his nose, he scoffs jokingly, rolling his eyes before pulling away. He was most definitely jealous. 

The day had neared its end and the shop had really quietened down, George and Ron had gone home around an hour ago, leaving you and Fred to close. Nobody had been in the shop for around 20 minutes. You were stood, elbows resting on the counter as you flipped through one of the shop catalogues, You hadn't even noticed that Fred was behind you until his hand was on your back keeping you pushed down to the counter, he used his other hand to flip up your skirt, grinding his clothed bulge into you. You moaned his name sweetly, in one small airy breath. 

"Keep watch for me, Beautiful, don't want anyone catching me fuck you like a whore over the counter." His finger ripped a hole onto your tights, pulling the material apart, and slipping your underwear to the side, beginning to finger you for a few moments before unbuckling his belt and pulling his cock free. He pushed himself into you all at once, hitting the right spot immediately, causing you to let out a loud moan, throwing your head back as your eyes fluttered closed

"Don't you dare close those eyes, baby, you can't keep watch with them closed. Or do you want someone to catch us? I bet my filthy little girl would love that." He was fucking you quickly, the way he did when he wanted to prove a point, his fingers were gripping your hips so hard, you knew it would surely bruise, he was pulling you back onto him with so much force. You couldn't help but close your eyes. 

He was fucking you right up to the edge of your release before he pulled your hands behind your back, securing them with his tie. He could've came right there seeing you in such a submissive position, but still he pulled you from the counter and onto your knees. Without your hands, all you could do is stick your tongue out eagerly, ready to take him into your mouth. Fred had openly admitted to you that one of his favourite sounds was hearing you gag on his cock as he fucked your pretty little mouth. 

He was already halfway down your throat when you heard the door's bell jingle, your eyes widened but his hand found your jaw keeping him in your mouth as he pressed a finger to his lips with a wink. You were goddamn lucky that the counters were high and that the tills were towards the back of the shop. He was only slightly fucking your face when he pulled fully from you, tucking himself away and leaving from behind the counter, leaving you on your knees with your hands bound. 

Fred Weasley was the biggest tease you had ever known. He was helping the customer, you could tell as much by his laughter, he retuned behind with you to use the till, still chatting to the customer. "You're not here, closing on your own are you mate?" you recognised the voice, It was Lee, close friend of the twins and yourself from school. Fred replied, "Oh, No! Y/N is here, she was sorting something out for me, I suspect she is tied up with that somewhere."

Fred followed Lee to the door, "Let Y/N know I said hi, won't you?" your boyfriend nodded and smiled, giving him a half hug goodbye, before locking the door behind him. Speaking loudly, as he walked slowly around the shop. "Oh, Sweetheart, you have no idea how much of a good girl you are, staying nice and quiet for me. I can't wait to show you just how good and proud you've made me tonight. Why don't you come find me and I'll untie you."

He was smirking, slowly rolling up his sleeves and unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt. You however whine, getting up from your knees to attempt to find your mischievous Fred. You were walking around the shop pouting, unable to find him, only just turning the corner before you're pulled by your bicep and pushed up against the wall, his nimble fingers making light work of the knot in his tie, pulling it from your wrists to drape over his shoulder. He spun you around, taking your wrists gently in his hands, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of each of them. His large hands then found the sides of your face, his long fingers pushed into your hair as he pulls you in for a loving and gentle kiss. 

"I found you, Freddie." you giggled, against his lips, she smiled pressing a kiss to your forehead then brushing his nose against yours adoringly. "You did, didn't you Princess? How about we get home, I'll feed you and we'll see to that reward I promised you."

You smiled, hand wrapping around his wrist as you nuzzled your cheek into the palm of his hand, murmuring softly as you press a kiss to his palm, "I love you, Fred Weasley." 

"I love you more, Darling, more than you know.”

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[toomanyfandoms02]

Walkman -- Fred Weasley

Wow another one huh? Yea :)

Summary - Fred is suddenly interested in muggle studies so the reader teaches him some

Word Count - 1.9k

It wasn't often that other students at Hogwarts cared much about Muggle items. So when Fred had recently taken in interest in muggle studies, he had came to y/n about it.

"Its not that I know nothing, I know plenty from what my father goes on about. But I don't know, I want to learn more." She and Fred had been friends for a little over a year and he hadn't previously expressed any liking to the subject. So why now? Why not just sign up for Muggle Studies?

She didn't care enough to express it aloud.

See, Y/n had grown up as a muggle. Her mum had been a witch but both her and her father feared she wouldn't be a witch because she didn't show the normal signs at a young age. So they sent her to muggle school until she officially got her letter. No one could explain the relief and joy on her mum's face when she saw the letter in their box.

"When do you have time to learn?" She asked with a tilt of her head.

"Any time really. We could practically start now!" He replied excitedly. She shook her head with a smile.

"You're lucky it's a Saturday you git, I'll floo home and grab some stuff to teach you about." And with that she turned and walked away from the boy. For the first time in a while he was genuinly excited to learn something, maybe because his teacher would be someone he fancied. He thought maybe he hadn't felt like this since he discovered he could scare the trousers off his mum by hiding behind doors and jumping out at 6 years old.

And so he waited for her to get back.

While Fred waited at the castle, Y/n appeared suddenly in her homes fireplace. This earned quite the screech from her little brother who was sat on the couch.

And yes, was, he promptly fell off the couch once she appeared.

"Sorry Alastair, just came to grab a few things. Is dad home?" He nodded, pointing behind him to the kitchen where the smell of pancakes wafted through the house.

Not only was Y/n's dad a muggle, he was also American. He had moved from America when he was 17, wanting to escape his horrendous family and have a big change. He met Y/n's mother when he was visiting a museum in Scottland. She had been on a field trip for muggle studies.

"Dad?" He jumped slightly, nearly dropping the spatula he held in his hand.

"Christ Y/n, what are you doing here." He laughed, pulling her into a side hug.

"One of my friends wants to learn more about muggles and asked if I would teach him. Have any recommendations on what I should tell him about?" His eyes narrowed at his daughter.

"Is this that boy I heard you talking to mom about? The tall ginger boy?" Her cheeks flushed at the comment, partially because he had been eavesdropping on her and her mother and partially because he was correct. After a few seconds of silence, she spoke up again.

"Can you just give me ideas please?" He decided not to tease her further and began brewing up ideas for her.

"Alright, I have a few things I think he may like to hear about, literally." This peaked the girls curiosity as she followed him to her parents shared bedroom.

Y/n's dad ruffled through his side table and brought out a Walkman.

"Do you think he's ever used one of these?" He handed it to her nonchalantly.

"Definitely not." She laughed, grabbing it from his hands.

"You could probably just grab a few random things from your room and he wouldn't know what they were. It stunned me how much stuff your mother was unaware of." He shrugged. "You can borrow it for a while. And take this tape, I made it for your mom so she could hear top hits from America."

"Perfect! Thanks Dad." And she was then off to her room in search for more things to show Fred.

It didn't take her long to gather a few things and bring them to her dad to ask what he thought. She spread a pile of things out in front of him and asked him to weed out the things he thought Fred wouldn't understand.

They were left with a slap bracelet, a tamagotchi, the Walkman, and for fun, crayola step markers and stick on earrings from when Y/n was a kid. She thanked her dad with a hug and asked him to say hi to Mom for her and vanished through the floo again with a loud goodbye to her brother.

Once she arrived back, she skipped down the stairs to find Fred in the common room in front of the fireplace. His tie was loosened quite a bit and a few of his top buttons undone on his shirt. She bit the inside of her cheek like she didn often when he made her flustered.

Clearly he didn't have to do much.

"Would you like to come up to my dorm so I can show you some stuff?" She asked through the silence. His head whipped around with a sinister smile.

"Godric that's quite forward of you." He winked. She could feel the inevitable heat rushing to her cheeks at the comment.

"You know that's not what I meant you arse, do you wanna learn or not?" She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the wall behind her.

"Alright let's go." He stood with a laugh, squeezing her shoulder while going to trot up the stairs. She pushed ahead of him and got to her room door. Fred looked at her curiously as she leaned down close to her door handle and whispered into it. The door creaked open as she stood straight.

"What was that?" He asked, plopping on her bed.

"Mione and I charmed the door so that it needs a password. Don't want anyone walking in on is changing and stuff. The only ones who know it is us and Luna." She explained as she shuffled through the bag she brought back from her house.

"Can I know it?" His eyebrow quirked slightly, leaning back on his arms with a wicked smile.

"No you cannot, it's kind of an inside joke. Now scoot so I can show you stuff." He was shoved back slightly so he was sitting closer to the headboard of her bed and she sat opposite. She spread the things out on the bed as he looked at them with a scrunched face. He first picked up the stick ons.

"What are these?" He held them like it was a dirty nappy. She giggled and snatched them from his hands. Her fingers grabbed two of them and she used her other hand to grab his chin and bring his face closer. He stared into her eyes with intensity. She probably thought he was so confident, but it was really a front for how nervous she made him. Y/n quickly turned his head to the side and put the stick-on on his ear, repeating it on the other side.

"Now look in the mirror." He hopped from the bed and turned his head in the reflection with a giddy smile.

"I actually kind of like it." Y/n stuck some to her ears and stood in the mirror with him.

"Now match!" She said enthusiastically. He looked down at her with a sweet smile and adoring eyes.

*This girl was certainly something to him.*

"Alright more. This one is pretty self explanatory. It's called a slap bracelet. Put your wrist out." He did so with a suspicious look. She raised it and hit it to his wrist as it wrapped around it. She had never seen someone look so amazed. He took it off, straightened it, and did it again.

"That's phenomenal!"

"They make ruler versions of them too so you can carry around a ruler as a bracelet. I used them in primary."

It took her an exponentially long time to explain the tamagotchi to Fred. He was beyond confused about it. But they ended up taking care of what he called 'their baby' for a good 25 minutes.

*Their baby*

This of course wasnt something Y/n would really think about until weeks later. Daft woman.

They had really stamped up each others arms with the stamp markers as well. Along with a little heart Y/n had stamped sneakily on Fred's cheek.

She of course saved the best for last, the Walkman. She slipped the tape into it and handed it to him, teaching hin the buttons.

"This is a Walkman, for music. My dad said he has top his of the decade on it for my mom." She set the headphones on his head and pressed play. She could very mildly hear 'Wannabee' by the Spice girls leaking through the headset. She very slightly slid one side of the headset off of his ear so he could hear her, brushing his cheek on accident. Not that she noticed.

But he did.

"If you hold down this button it skips the song onto the next one." He held it done and 'I Want it that Way' by Backstreet Boys was playing. He really got into this song. He hooked the player onto his packet and got up and started dancing all dramatic. She sat up against her headboard just watching him enjoy herself.

Now, Y/n tended to say her thoughts aloud when she was extremely zoned in or out. It's not something that was intentional, it was actually something she hated. Most the time it got her into trouble. Most the time after it happend all she could think was simply.

*Well Shit*

"I'm so in love with you." It slipped effortlessly, ber eyes widening as soon as tr he words were said. She thought maybe she could have gotten lucky and the music would still be blaring in his ears. But since when was the girl lucky?

Fred slowly pulled the headphones from his head and scrunched his eyebrows.

"You are?" She couldn't read the exact emotion on his face, making her afraid to answer. So she just nodded. He sat by her slowly, not facing her, just sitting next to her. They both stared straight forward.

All you could hear in the room was the very subtle music leaking from the headphones at the end of the bed.

Fred felt like such a wimp. She literally just confessed her love to him. One he shared for her, and he couldn't even say anything. Maybe he was just stunned.

Suddenly she reached for his hand and intertwined their fingers, turning to look at him. He smiled and grabbed the side of her jaw so gently.

"I'm so in love with you too." She smiled with a small giggle and leaned in to kiss him, pulling away faster than Fred would have liked.

"WeasleBottom." She said suddenly, catching him completely off guard.

"What?"

"That's the password. It's a mixture of the last names of our crushes. Pretty cheesy huh?" He shook his head with a laugh.

"I think it's pretty flattering." He pulled her in for another kiss. "You getting why I wanted to learn about muggle stuff now?"

"For me?" She smiled with her hand over her heart.

"Of course for you."

*Anything for her.*

[rocksandrobots]

Phantoms of the Past: Ch. 8 - The Reveal Part 2

Momakase groaned and picked herself up off the concrete. She dusted herself off and took in her surroundings.

She was no longer in the lab at the college. Instead she was outside on a sidewalk in the middle of what looked like downtown San Fransokyo... only it was .. different.

The people that milled about looked at the woman dressed in ninja garb strangely, but to Momakase they were the ones who were dressed oddly. Bell Bottoms, tie dyed shirts, leather jackets with fringe, and platform shoes. One man she pushed passed, had a large afro and thick moustache.

And it wasn't just the people who were dressed weird either. She saw antique cars everywhere, the stores displayed vinyl records and 'brand new colored tvs', and not a single person pulled out a cell phone to snap a picture of the woman who fell out of the sky.

Momakase felt her pulse quicken as she realized that she wasn't in the same San Fransokyo that she knew. As she ran down the street, hunting for anything familiar, she couldn't help but feel that she had fallen into an old spy movie, like the kind she would watch on late night tv growing up.

That was when she spotted the newspaper stand.

She broke it open with her knife and frantically read the headline.

San Fransokyo Daily: Sept, 10 1975

Momakase's eyes went wide with terror. It-it wasn't possible. No! She couldn't have gone back in time. She hadn't even been born yet according to the paper.

And yet, she couldn't just disbelieve her own eyes.

Wait, the boy's portal... that was it!

Momakase crumpled up the newspaper and squeezed it in anger.

"Varian." She growled.  

Someday she would have her vengeance, even if it took another forty years to do it!

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"I knew it! I knew it was the lunch lady all along!" Fred shouted.

The 'lunch lady' hopped off the counter and began to stalk towards them.

"Great! Do you want a medal or something?!" Wasabi shouted at him.

"Everybody scatter!" Hiro ordered.

The gang of heroes split up and ran, but the elderly lady would not be deterred. She made a beeline towards Varian and grabbed him by the shirt collar.

"Hello, Varian. So we finally meet again." She said menacingly as she threatened him with her knife.

Varian dully recalled that this was the first time he had ever heard Miss Itamae speak, and her curt, calm voice was chillingly familiar.

He looked into her cold blue eyes and gasped in recognition.

"Momakase." He whispered.

'Miss Itamae' smiled wickedly.

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"Aragh! I can't call my super suit!" Gogo yelled in frustration.

All of the BH6 gang was trying to signal their suits with their phones, but nothing was working.

"She must be blocking the wi-fi somehow." Hiro reasoned as he ran.

Fred cast a look behind him. "Varian! Hey, guys hold up! The Crazy Lunch Lady has Varian!"

"Oh no you don't!" Honey Lemon shouted and threw a chimball at the woman.

The chimball struck it's target. A sticky green goop engulfed the cafeteria worker, binding around her legs and wrapping around her right wrist.

As she struggled to break free, Varian turned around to run away. Only to trip and fall flat on his face. He looked down in horror and realized he had also been entrapped by the tar-like substance.

Honey Lemon wrung her hands in embarrassment . "Sorry." She blushed when Varian gave her an annoyed look.

Wasabi and Fred rushed to pull him out while Gogo and Hiro ran to try and hold the old lady back.

She proved stronger than either of them expected. Using her free arm she pushed them off her and then grabbed the knife out of her right hand and began to cut away at her sticky bonds. Only for Baymax to grab her hand and restrain her.

"H-how?" Varian asked bewildered as he kicked and squirmed while he tried to get away. "How could you possibly be Momakase?! We just saw you fall through the portal."

"Momakase?" Wasabi grunted, still trying to pull Varian out of the trap.

Fred gasped, "Time travel."

"There's no such thing." Gogo insisted.

"Oh there is, and I'm going to make you all pay." Momakase said. And with that, she stabbed Baymax in the arm.

The robot deflated from the puncture and his arm sparked with electricity from the now frayed wires.

"Baymax!" Hiro rushed to his loyal friend's side.

Momakase made another swipe at the elastic goop that held her, and then stalked toward the teens once more.

Honey Lemon found the unbinding chemical agent needed to clean up the gloop and freed Varian with a second chimball just in the nick of time.

They all started to run away once more, only for Momakase to grab Honey Lemon's chimpurse and drag her backwards.  "No more tricks," The villain said before stabbing the purse, causing it to short-circuit.

Honey Lemon threw the chimpurse away before it could electrocute her. Momakase then pinned her shoulders with one arm and pulled her close. She felt the blade come near her throat and gulped.

"Don't you touch her!" Varian growled. And before anyone could stop him, tackled Momakase and wrestled the woman to the ground.

He was soon over powered though, and before he knew it he was the one pinned to the ground.

"I waited forty years for this moment." The now older Momasake said as she raised her blade high to strike.

Only for Granville to burst through the doors and shoot at her with a sonic gun.

Momasake went flying from the concussive blast as Varian ducked out of the way.

Momakase backflipped and landed on her feet. She gave Granville a murderous glare.

"You're fired." The professor spat as she kept the weapon pointed at the infiltrator.

Momakase snickered. "I see your little security bots have failed to come online, Granville. Allow me to offer you the services of my own bots in their place. "

Momakase snapped her fingers and suddenly  ninja robots fell from the ceiling and burst through the doors. The remaining students screamed and ran away from the attacking battle bots.

"Consider this my resignation." Momakase smirked before escaping in the chaos as Granville defended her fleeing charges.

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Big Hero Six and Varian ran out of the cafeteria and down the hallway frantically.

Gogo separated from the group and ran up to the wall. She pulled down the fire alarm.

"Go! Everyone! Get out! Now!" She directed.

"Gogo! Get people out of here!" Hiro ordered. She nodded and started to lead groups of students outside.

Just then a robot ninja jumped in front of them.

A deflated Baymax rushed to meet it. As the two robots tussled Hiro couldn't bring himself to leave his best friend's side.

"We'll catch up to you!" He yelled after the quickly dwindling group. "Keep going!"

"Go where?" Wasabi asked exasperated, even as he continued to run.

That was when he spotted a ninja busting down the door to his fiber optics class. He saw his boyfriend, huddling alongside other students.

"Sam?! Oh no you don't!" Wasabi turned right around and grabbed the robotic assassin from behind. Running on pure adrenaline, he picked up the humanoid robot and hurled it into the concrete wall.

"Is everyone okay?" He asked, as the rest of the gang joined him.

"We are now." Sam said and gave Wasabi a peck on the cheek.

"Okay, so that took care of one robot," Fred said, "Only like a thousand more left to go."

"We lost our weapons and armor." Wasabi told Sam under his breath. "And now we got a time traveling psycho lunch lady out to kill us!"

Sam looked confused by that last statement but decided not to argue. "Maybe we can build you some new weapons?" He suggested. "We do have lasers in here."

"That-that's brilliant! You're so smart. I adore you." Wasabi said.

"Well that might help us but what about everyone else trapped in the school?" Honey Lemon fretted.

"Momakase told Granville that she turned off the security bots. What if we turned them on again?" Fred proposed.

"How?" Varian asked.

"Well, Granville does have access to the school's security system from her office." Wasabi said.

"You mean we could hack into her computer? Bring the spider bots back online?" Honey Lemon filled in.

"Yeah, but we'd have to find Hiro first, wouldn't we?" Fred asked.

"I could do it." Varian said. "Or at least I think I could. Hiro's been teaching me some."

"Okay then, Wasabi and I will work on fixing up some new laser blades for him. In the meantime you three can make your way to Granville's office." Sam said. "I got an experimental heat gun you can use to help make your way there."

"Alright! A heat gun!" Fred fist pumped the air.

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Fred, Honey Lemon, and Varian raced down the hallway towards Granville's office.

They only got stopped by one robot ninja along the way.

Fred leveled the heat gun at it. The robot kept stalking towards them.

"Come on, come on." Fred hissed. It wasn't until the killer android was right not on top of them did it begin to smoke and break down.

"Wow, this heat gun is a lot less cool than I thought it would be. We should have grabbed the blowtorch instead."

"I think you mean less hot, not less cool." Honey Lemon joked, and Fred snickered.

Varian rolled his eyes. He wasn't in a joking mood. "Like we should trust you with a flamethrower." He snapped as they came up to the professor's office.

The door was locked.

"Great. How do we get in?" Fred asked.

Honey Lemon pulled out a bobby pin and unlocked the door.

"Where did you learn to do that?" Varian asked.

"Try living with three brothers who keep locking you out of the bathroom as a prank." She said with a sigh.

They hurried through the door and Varian took a seat at the computer. Fred took up watch with the heat gun by the door, while Honey Lemon hovered over Varian's shoulder.

Varian cracked his knuckles before frantically typing.

"So if Momakase was the Bosu and hiding out as the lunch lady this whole time, then why wait to attack us now?" Honey Lemon mused as Varian pulled up the security cameras.

"Paradoxes, obviously." Fred answered. "If she truly went back in time just now, then that caused an alternate timeline to form, so she either had to maintain a stable time loop or risk blowing up the universe. If she took out her revenge on us before Varian sent her through the portal then everything would implode! The entire time stream would go into meltdown."

"But that doesn't explain why she's been after portal tech, or why she tried to run her younger self out of town...."

"Unless she's been trying to maintain the time loop." Fred pointed out. "She already knows what's supposed to happen."

Honey Lemon frowned. Something still wasn't adding up for her. "But.. she would only know about her younger self's past experiences. She shouldn't know everything. Like, there's no way she could have known beforehand  that Callaghan would sabotage the portal he built for her last month."

Varian only listened to their debate with half an ear. He was too busy trying to bring the security systems back online.

First he had to track down the program that controlled the security spider bots. Then he had to find the activation codes, fortunately Granville had that information saved, only for a virus to kick him back out.

Varian flew up his hands in frustration. "Great. Just great.... We may need Hiro after all. I'm not that advance in my hacking skills."

"What if we did a system restore?" Honey Lemon asked. "That's how I remove malware from my laptop. Just reboot to safe mode, and then restore the computer to an earlier update. Then we can turn the security systems back on."

"How long will that take?" Fred asked.

"Um, ten to fifteen minutes, I guess?" She answered.

That's when Varian spotted the rest of his friends through the security cameras.

Gogo was leading students to safety outside, fending off the ninja bots with a blow torch. Fred would be proud.

Wasabi and Sam were leading another group of students in fighting back the robotic assassins, using makeshift weapons built from tools and the students' inventions. Wasabi had a hand held laser blade.  

Meanwhile Hiro and Baymax were fighting off a swarm of robots while cornered in the communal lab. Or rather Baymax was. Hiro was pinned down under a table. A table that splintered and cracked with each connecting hit of the robot's katana. It wouldn't shield him for long.

"No time." Varian panicked. "Honey Lemon you take over and do that-that thing you said to do. Fred, watch after Honey.  Get those security bots back online fast."

"Wait, where are you going?" Fred called after him as a confused Honey Lemon took Varian's place at the computer.

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Gogo held open the door as other students rushed outside. Then she heard the sirens as the police and other emergency vehicles arrived on the scene.

Granville was walking backwards out of the cafeteria's glass doors shooting down the ninja robots, protecting her fleeing students.

She managed to hold them off but the androids would only get back up after being knocked back by the concussive blasts.

Gogo hurried over to help her.

"Look out!" she yelled as one bot dropped out of the trees and landed right behind the professor.

Gogo slid along the ground as she lit the robot on fire with the blow torch she had snagged from the welders' class.

It flailed about uselessly before the firemen put it out.

Cruz came up to join them. "Are you both alright?"

"We're fine, but there's still more students trapped inside." Granville answered.

"She's after Varian and his portals!" Gogo jumped in.

"Who?" Cruz asked.

Gogo debated a moment before answering. "The crime boss who had these robots built, Kensei."

Cruz's eyes went wide at the name. without another word he rushed into the building.

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Varian raced down the hallways towards the labs, desperately trying to come up with a plan. He had no weapons and he knew first hand how dangerous the fake ninjas were, but he couldn't stay still while his brother was in trouble. Besides Honey Lemon and Fred had the task of recovering the security systems covered. They didn't need him to stand around uselessly.

He turned a corner and ran face first into a robot. The ninja had its arm extended outwards and Varian hit it with such momentum and at just the right angle that it knocked him off his feet. His head banged against the floor and his vision swam as he saw two black boots step in front of him.

"Good work." He heard Momakase say. "Take him to the portal."

As he slipped into unconsciousness he felt two robotic arms lift him up and drag him away.

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Notes:

So there's the connection, but what are they after... tune in next time for the thrilling conclusion and one final twist reveal that will change the course of the whole series!!!!

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[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

ooo if youre willing you could maybe write about the first kiss or first confession or both (pardon my greedy self) either is fine id love to see more moriarty x reader. THANK YOUU

Im sorry the waiting! Albert's part will be on another publication as it didn't fit inside this one

William

The music and the chatter of the nobles was obnoxious at best and the ship moved a bit too much to your liking

" Could you remind me why we are acting as a couple for this mission? As far as I remember moneypenny could act this part flawlessly and I could be staying home today" you questioned williams while still hooked to his arm

" Miss Moneypenny is a busy person, she isn't available all the time. You on the other hand…" williams didn't seem like he thought too much about your question, mesmerized by the stairs

" Williams james moriarty,Are you suggesting I do nothing all day long?!" You whisper-yelled at him. You weren't in a great mood that day. first, moran dirtied the dress you wanted to use and had to do some needle work with another dress for it to look good enough, but then louis had tripped and spilled tea in the dress you just fixed and had to go buy another dress at last minute with the only person available, williams who seemed specially picky about the dress

" You know that isn't what I wanted to say, why don't you go for a drink?" Williams suggested, hoping the walk would calm you down and you left looking like you were ready to bite someone's head off if they talked to you.

" He is a mathematician"

By the time you reached the table you couldn't hear them anymore but you could see them, the boy seemed like the type to show off often but over all he looked like a good boy. What stung your heart a little were the pretty girls who were by them, even if your relationship was only for this case your crush for Williams was true. When you thought of him falling in love with you it seemed impossible but when you were changed by one of the girls it seemed more likely that you wanted to admit.

" Well, he should get a girlfriend and see if I care" you started drinking from the champagne glasses the waiters were giving ' where did he find such a pretty ring? I know he wants to make this look real but this seems like a bit too much, how much did it cost even?' You thought while looking at the ring in your left hand, a red diamond in a gold band. After finishing one glass of champagne you left it on a tray and grabbed another two.

You were making your way to williams' side " Liam, I brought some champagne, do you want?" You already were extending your arm to give it to him " could you introduce me to your acquaintance here?"

" He is a detecti-" williams said but was cut

" You can call me sherlock young lady~" sherlock introduced himself holding your hand and kissing it and smiling " a single detective who may be looking for a roommate"

"Hahaha, for now I'm an engaged woman" you let go of his hand and got closer to fix his tie"but ask me again and I might say yes, darling"

Williams stepped in separating Sherlock from you " Well detective, I shall also try analyzing you" Williams said bringing a hand to his chin " you look like you play violin, but not necessarily a musician. You seem to be in a good physical state and... prefer hand to hand combat " he stepped ahead to inspect him closer " additionally you conduct science experiment but hate your own drug dependence" williams stared at his eyes before continuing " obviously a graduate from Oxbridge and, by the way you talk as if you know everything, you must be really proud of your background, mother specially"

" How did you know?" Sherlock kept looking in his eyes smiling coyly

"Isn't it obvious?" Shot back williams half smiling then he turned to you " why don't we go for some fresh air? Love " williams wrapped his arms around your waist and almost dragging you outside

"That wasn't necessary, williams" you fixed your skirt " what did you want to talk about?"

" I calculate in 15 minutes the main character will do his kill. As soon as I notify you go look for moran and fred and wait for the body to be thrown , did I make myself clear? You know where they are?" William fixed a hair behind your ear

" Yes, williams" you rested against a wall " but there is still some time, why did you have to whisk me away,I was having fun"

" We are married, those types of comments shouldn't be made in public or in any case should be directed to me" he stood by your side while looking at the moon

" Cut me some slack, he would have taken it as a joke so no harm was made! Plus this marriage isn't going to last longer than this trip" you sighed

Williams looked at you " this trip?"

"As soon as we finish this mission we won't be a pair 'help me kill this noble' you said' you toyed with the ring

" Perhaps I didn't make myself clear. We are married for this case, and the next, and the following, to the end of this year and the next and the following years" he propped on his arm " did I explain myself correctly this time"

" You can't just decide that by yourself "

" But you are in love with me, I didn't think you would have anything against the arrangement. Plus in your diary you didn't seem too disgusted by the idea"

You jumped " you read my diary?!"

Williams laughed softly " not really, I was just theorizing but it seems like I was right" your face felt hot " so? Are you going to accept my proposal this time"

" No" you said sharply

" Do you think i don't like you?"

"Mhn"

"I really like you."

" Yeah, sure" you turned around and entered the ship but he grabbed you by the wrist and kept you close

" I love you. I truly do, from your dreamy eyes in the morning, to your stupid mannerisms when you are nervous or I get too close, how you always make a point to help the others when they are in need." Williams seemed really composed and confident in himself when he started but as he went on his voice slightly cracked.

Williams pressed your foreheads together and you kissed him wrapping your arms around his neck. For a second he didn't know how to answer the unexpected kiss but he grabbed your head to deepen the kiss. After you two had to stop kissing you were trying to catch your breath while looking at each other

" Yo, lovebirds, are you done? The main character already went to his room with the dude"

You almost killed moran that night

louis

"Letter for miss YN" the lady's handmaid stood by her side handing a little envelope closed with a crimson wax seal

"I'm busy right now, put in on the desk"

" You told me to notice you in case of a letter arriving from the moriarty house" YN turned her neck so fast lily feared she would have whiplash "but it seems you are too busy now, i will have to set it aside-"

" Give me!" YN practically jumped over the maid but she dodged the lady " who sent it? What does it say?"

The older woman giggled and turned around" now I don't want to tell you!"

" Lily, you are mean! At least tell me what it says"

The short woman read the letter, it was short and straightforward. "It seems the duke Moriarty has asked for your presence at his manor, the reason is simply put as 'an old business we left unfinished."

" Lily pack your things up, we are going to stay for sometime time"

" As you wish"

And some hours later the two women had each one two suitcases and were ready to board the carriage that was decorated with the noble's family emblem.

" Milady I will have to stop at one business before going to the manor" despite the young lady disliking the formal way of talking towards her she brushed it aside given that the coachman could hear the maid talk in an 'improper' way that could bring her troubles

" You are stopping by the dressmaker?"

" Indeed, I might need a few favors that she owes me"

" Should I send the carriage for you before tea or after?"

"There will be no need, I am going to return on my own accord"

The rest of the trip was dead silent, either of them wished to speak nor needed to, as they understood each other without the need to break the beautiful silence that surrounded them.

They arrived at the first stop, a dirty corner where there are a lot of signs, ones promoting hair medicine, others for brothels and some others about the ale that came to the nearest bar. That lily insisted on coming was making her go crazy

" Are you sure you need to do this now? We could go tomorrow morning at broad daylight" Lily didn't even listen to her Lady's complains as she dragged her skirts out of the carriage and grabbed her baggage

" Madam, I was raised here, nothing bad will happen. Don't worry" her smile and voice was comforting to certain point but it didn't ease the belief that she was lying to calm the younger woman down a little

" Please take care. I'll meet you at the moriarty state"

And so the trip began again and she let herself daydream. wondering why did the moriarty call for her presence, the ways she helped them didn't call for her to be near, did someone catch them and needed to run away? Or to fake one of their deaths? The possibilities worried her to the point of neglecting the reality.

It was a few minutes before the clock striked eleven that the coachman snapped YN out of her trance.

" We arrived" the old man didn't meet her eyes as he announced the end of the trip

" Thank you very much, sir" YN rushed to thank the old man before taking her suitcase and carry the leathery case to the main door

Letting the leather of her suitcase hit the ground she sighed and leaned back looking at the lion knocker and knocking twice. After a few minutes she was getting impatient and took the key from the envelope, good thing they sent a replicate.

Stepping inside and leaving her baggage by the door YN wondered inside the house, the card told her to settle down and choose one room by her own of there was nobody there

" Hello? Albert? Louis? Williams? Is anybody home?" And turning one corner you could see a beautiful flight of stairs

" Oh miss? I didn't know you would be coming" louis was standing on top of the stairway rest with a broom

" I received a letter asking for me to stay for a time" she looked around, wondering if they were alone" Your brothers?"

" They went to arrange the new show, another homicide noble. As always" louis resumed his work cleaning the stairs " please make yourself home and choose a room, all the guest rooms in the left hallway are clean and weren't chosen by anyone yet"

Yn stood at the bottom of the stairs "They left you to clean all of this alone? They are so mean."walking up the stairs to louis and taking the broom out of his hands she smiled at him "You know what? Lily has to arrange some things so let me help you clean"

" You don't really have to, i can take care of this" louis tried to take the broom from your hands but YN hugged it closer to her chest

" It wasn't a proposal. It was a fact" and she turned around leaving her back facing louis

Louis looked incredulous that YN would be so childish given her usual proper behavior " YN I have to clean. Can I-" and he tried to take it away from from her but she hit them away

" No!" And she skipped the steps from the stairway rest to the second floor " catch me if you can~" the woman teased him in a singsong voice before starting running.

Louis was astonished for a second before he began chasing after her " miss! I really want to end the stairs before dinner"

The chase didn't last long as the lady tripped with the red carpet and fell over a sofa. Louis knelt down next to her

" Are you going to give me the broom now? As much as I love you and this game of cat and mouse I have to finish cleaning the stairs. So give it to me"

The young woman weighed her options before smiling devilishly " Let's trade!" And she sat while keeping the broom close to her " One kiss and i return your broom"

Louis sat down and sighed defeated " you truly aren't going to give. up are you?" He was met with a little denial sound

" It isn't as if this was the first time we did it"

" One kiss and you will let me keep doing my job?"

" Yes"

Given the positive he wanted louis got near and grabbed her cheeks. After looking in her expectant eyes, Louis felt his face getting hotter the closer he got. It wasn't until YN could feel his breath on her soft skin that she feared he would pass out from embarrassment.

What seemed like minutes passed by and either of them moved, he was too mesmerized by her and she was taken by the look in his eyes. A few more seconds elapsed before YN started getting impatient leading to her to take the lead, grabbing both of his cheeks and guiding his face to her own.

Her lips brushed against his, softly and slowly before 'changing her mind' and returning to her place, teasingly looking up at him through her eyelashes, waiting for Louis to deepen the kiss. thing that didn't work out the planned way and ended up with louis hitting both of their noses. Louis almost died of embarrassment there

" If you didn't want to kiss just say so" she teased while playing with a lock of her hair, her nose slightly red

" It has been a while since we kissed" louis turned his head so yn couldn't see his blush " I am not accustomed to it"

" Then we should make you get used to it-" Louis was looking like an expectant dog, waiting for the kiss. " Later. I'm going to choose a room right now" and YN walked towards the stairs to go down

" YN" louis called out her name. The woman turned around. This time, Louis grabbed her head and kissed her, way rougher and sloppy than the first one but a kiss at the end.

One of her hands ended on his hair, lightly playing with it, with the other one on his chin, helping him position his head correctly. The kiss was inexperienced and messy but it was their reunion kiss, the first one in two years, filled with joy and relief of finally being together at last

When the kiss ended louis was out of breath and his hair looked a bit unkempt, even when he could barely talk he asked her

" Are you going to leave me again?"

" Louis" YN's eyes were filled with love " i don't plan on going anywhere soon" and she hugged him

He returned the hug with his arms around her hips " good, i wasn't planning on letting you go anywhere either way"

[cloverwould-blog]

&&. why we broke up ;

for @leo-heidrich​ (and @verawhittemore to a lesser extent)

                                                              &&. one -

your mother puts on an extra layer of perfume when she’s going out at night. she says it’s for your father, but you watch the way his eyes keep darting around the room, settling on whichever college coed is wearing the most makeup and the least clothing, his eyes devouring them like a wolf, and you think, men are predators because you’re seven and you know better than to play at innocence, not when you’re an heiress and you can’t look your father in the eye without feeling like you’re suffocating. your mother takes her wedding ring off during the day - only when she’s home alone, only when your father’s not around, says her finger’s swelling up, she might be pregnant, and you catch her sobbing in the bathroom one morning and you don’t know why.

                                                             &&. two -- 

you don’t have many friends, you’re too hot and heavy and tempestuous and tenacious, and you stink of old money and parental neglect and it clings to you like a shroud, and the other children smell it, smell the desperation in your blood, even if they don’t recognize it for what it is. there’s a boy, there’s always a boy with you, but you like this one, think his glasses are cute on the bridge of his nose - and he likes talking to you about books, about movies, about games you play and don’t play, and you think boys are sweet until he tries to kiss you behind the bleachers and you panic, shove his glasses into his forehead hard enough to draw blood, and he tells his friends and you’re known as that girl and sometimes you think of his chapped lips and you bite your own hard enough to break the skin.

                                                             &&. three --

vera doesn’t talk about him often, but the absence of admission rings as loudly as an abundance, and you brush her hair, letting your fingers linger between the soft strands, watching the ringlets fall on her collarbone and against the inner curve of her clavicle, the soft indent of her shoulder, and you know she’s in love with him, somehow; you know, because vera’s softer than you are, a fresh rose to your wilted daisy, and you think she’ll be good for him, because she’s sunlight and stardust, and sometimes you can feel her love radiating across the room. you don’t know leo, but you don’t have to, you know him from the smile when she mentions his name, from the blush that paints her cheeks with watercolor intensity when you do, from the sweetness of her perfume and the quiet trembling of her entire body. you aren’t going to prom. you haven’t gone to prom, but she’s beautiful and it makes you want to - and you think, they’re going to get married someday, but somehow, it makes you feel empty.

                                                             &&. four --

elissa and simon. simon and elissa. your father mentions their names offhandedly, muttering into his third glass of wine, attempting to disguise the bitterness of his revelation with aged pinot noir, and your mother turns white, and her hand grips her champagne flute, and she gets up from the table on steady legs and says she’s going to retire for the evening. she knew. she knew about them, you know, because her lips are red and tight but they aren’t trembling, and your siblings stare into their mashed potatoes and mutter understanding phrases, and you think how could he keep this from us, and upstairs you hear mother running a bath but the water runs for too long and when father goes upstairs he doesn’t return for a very long time. you’re the middle child; your elder siblings discovered the truth on their own and the younger ones don’t know better. but you know. and the truth tastes like lead. you put cockroaches in her bag and you want her screams to be unending. you want her to feel a fraction of the death you feel.

                                                             &&. five --

there’s a boy, there’s always a boy, not the same boy as before, but he might as well be (they’re all the same to you.) he’s beautiful, and you’re boring, and your retorts are too dull and your phrases too rehearsed, but he laughs; puts another shot in your already unsteady grasp and kisses your neck while it burns your throat. he tells you you’re beautiful, but you wake up alone, with soreness between your legs and a cold bed beneath your bare back, and outside the sun is rising and you feel like screaming, screaming until you’re out of breath, until you scream the very clouds from the heavens and the very stars from the sky. and you think, men are pigs, but that doesn’t cover it, you think men are scum, but that doesn’t cover it, but you can’t go home because mother will only chide you for not hiding you pain better, saying ‘women are made of stronger stuff’ and you feel like breaking your own ribs just so you’ll have an excuse to cry.

                                                             &&. six --

his name is jason name is fred name is alex name is something you can’t remember, because it’s 5 am and you’re wrapping a towel around your waist and sneaking out the back door with the morning dew wet against your bare feet, slipping across the yard like a felon, like a thief, like lilith in the night, free as a bird and just as lonely against the unforgiving sky. and they don’t call you afterwards, they know better by now, and you think boys are worthless but at this point you still have smiles on your lips and forgiveness in your heart because your friends are kind and the world is kinder. because your father is coldhearted but life itself isn’t. you don’t make friends easily, you never have, but vera and leo haven’t been together in years, and when you think of him, your heart starts singing. you haven’t dated, not since the boy at the party, but you think you could, you think you could stomach his mouth on your neck. you want him to bruise you. you want him to break you. you want everything, all at once, so much it could tear you apart. you’ve always been happiest stitching yourself back together. you’ve always been happiest when you’re broken.

                                                                   &&. seven --

leo. three letters, two syllables, and vera pretends not to notice when you mention his name or how often the phrase trails across your painted lips. he likes board games and logic puzzles and can’t stand how often you swear, but he loves you, he loves you in all of your messiness and complicatedness and sometimes your heart feels so full you think it might burst, and a part of you hopes it does because there’s no way you can keep all the love burning beneath your chest to yourself without tearing yourself in two. and you think maybe this one’s different but it stills your breath every time because the idea that your wrong flits across the shadows of your thoughts late at night and you’re terrified, you’re so terrified, because you’re driving along the highway with the wind in your hair and he reaches across the seat and kisses you, and you think this boy could wrap his hands around my neck and i’d thank him as the breath left my lungs.

                                                                  &&. eight --

you’re sitting at home on the couch when his phone lights up with a familiar contact, a face and a number you’ve seen so often on your own that you have each memorized, but the message on the screen is softer, the text sweeter than your own, and he’s in the shower so your hands creep across the screen, type the familiar passcode, and before you can stomach it you’re scrolling, scrolling mindlessly, uphill like sisyphus through the volley of messages, digesting each saccharine phrase, each emoji, each sweet nothing whispered through the electric blue screen, and you’re thinking of your first lover, of his thrust between your hips and your blood on the sheets, and you think this too is a sort of violence - your hands are shaking, and you don’t know why, your lipstick is red but your cheeks are redder, and when he comes out from the shower and presses a kiss to your forehead you feel your mother’s breath on your neck and her sharp admonition: didn’t you know love is born from pain?

                                                                  &&. nine --

father doesn’t come often, not anymore, says he’s staying late at the office but you’re old enough to know the truth, old enough to recognize the lipstick stains at his collar and the children in his wallet, the photos that aren’t yours, the faces you don’t recognize, and he’s young enough still to wear his tie a little too loose and his buttons just undone.  your mother has long since stopped trying to kiss him on his way to work, but all the same you see the fear in her face when he comes home late, smelling like expensive whiskey and cheap perfume, you see the whites of her eyes - and he’s yelling, yelling something about a man and a suitcase and a child she didn’t keep, and you think my mother is a whore as if you aren’t, as if that hasn’t always been the only thing you’ve ever been good at, and you think of the boy with the glasses and the woman with the mauve lipstick and the children watching you from the stairwell, and you think leo, leo, i’ve got to see LEO -

                                                                  &&. ten --

( and he isn’t there. )

he’s out with a friend, someone tells you, they don’t know who -but the words fall on deaf ears, and you think of vera and her sweet perfume, and you think of his hand on the stick shift, on your waist, on your thigh, you think of his name in her mouth, you remember so much that you want to collapse, you want to scream, you want to break something and draw blood, but it’s too late, it’s always too late, so you nod mutely and slip into the shadows. your heart’s racing so loudly you can taste it in the back of your mouth and your hands are shaking, fingers jittery, wrists thin and flexible, and is the world spinning world black world empty and endless and stretching, and you think i’m having a panic attack because it’s easier to pronounce than my heart just snapped in two.

and you’re thinking of your mother as you unlock the door to your new apartment. you’re thinking of the frozen peas between your thighs as you settle onto the bed, pull your knees to your chest, and you’re thinking of vera, you’re thinking of vera as you sob into your own skin.

and his name is leo name is leo name is leo name is something you wish you’d forgotten, because he texts the next morning, something about a coffee morning with vera, and all you can think is: at least he’s honest - but that doesn’t stop you from seeing his lips on her neck or her nails in his back. you’ve never loved before; now you know it feels like suffocating. 

( and he isn’t there ) 

was he ever?