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20moonchild21 · 3 years

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𝗦𝗲𝗵𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵𝘁 [𝗯𝘁𝘀]

⇉ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 12

[pairings]

JK x female!oc, Bunny!JK x human!female!oc, Jin x female!oc, Leopard!Jin x human!female!oc, Jimin x female!oc, white Tiger!Jimin x human!female!oc, Taehyung x female!oc, black Tiger!Taehyung x human!female!oc, JK x Jin x Jimin x Taehyung x female!oc

[warnings]

angst, nightmare, dream of being taken away

[words]

3.9k

[author]

I am back with a new chapter, finally! I am so excited what you will think about it. Me personally, I absolutely love this chapter. I hope so do you!

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Enjoy your weekend and stay safe!

Mꨄ

[chapter 11 ||| chapter 13]

“I am sorry, but you have to leave.” The girl had shoved both, Taehyung and him, towards the door of her apartment. “Here is no longer room for you.”

That was the last thing they heard from her, before she slammed the door shut in front of them. Jimin’s heart broke at her words. Now, the both of them were on their own again, alone and scared, like Taehyung had predicted.

If it was for Jimin, he would have stayed in front of her door and begged for her to let them in again, but Taehyung had lead him out of her building, pulling him down the streets, always careful that they would not be seen by any other human.

But luck had not been with them. Before they could had reached the small forest, they had been caught and taken away. The men had locked them up in cages and were now driving them god knows where.

“I am so sorry, Hyung.” Tae suddenly sniffed from the cage beside him. “This is all my fault.”

Never before had Tae cried. He had always been the one to be strong and rational when everything would fall apart, but not now. Jimin wanted to crawl over and hug him, but they were still separated by the heavy metal bars.

“No, Tae.” Jimin squeezed himself as far as possible through the metal bars, so he could touch Tae’s shoulder with his hand. “Nothing of this is your fault.”

“Yes it is.” He lifted his head to look up at his brother. “I should have never let her get our trust. I should have make sure we leave as soon as possible, but I was blinded by her, and now we have to go back there. I failed to keep you safe.”

The clicking of the car door was ripping Jimin away from his brother. They were coming, and there was no chance they could escape one more time.

“Jimin!”

Jimin shot up from the bed. His normally fluffy, dark hair was now wet and sticky from his sweat, clinging onto his forehead. His heart was beating so fast, he was scared that it would jump out of his chest soon, ad his hands were shaking.

“Jimin!”

When he heard Tae’s voice coming from the darkness again, he quickly turned his head around, just to see him sitting next to him. A small lamp was lighting up the room behind him, and when he realized that they were still in the apartment of the girl, he felt his heart skip a beat out of relief.

“Jimin, are you okay?” Tae crawled closer, laying his hands on Jimin’s shoulders. “You mumbled ‘no’ and strange words over and over again, and you are sweating like crazy.”

Jimin, who was still shocked from his dream, just stared at Tae, before the tears the tears were sliding down his face. He threw himself into his brothers arms, pulling him close and holding him for a few minutes, while telling him about his dream.

He felt Tae’s body stiffen, as he told him everything he had seen in his dream. He knew that it wasn’t reality, but the experienced felt so real to him anyway.

“I would never let anyone hurt you again, Chim.” Tae eventually whispered into the smaller boy’s hair, wrapping his arm tighter around his slim body. “Never.”

Jimin needed another 10 minutes to finally calm down again. He pulled away from his brother, looking him into the eyes. Both of them knew that the other one was thinking, the dream was just a reminder on that.

“You know that we will have to leave, Jimin?” Tae said in an almost stern tone, trying to cover his emotions.

Jimin had known his brother for long enough. Tae was struggling to deal his emotions or to open up about them. He would rather keep them to himself so no one could hurt him.

“I know that, Tae.” He whispered back, squeezing the black tiger hand under the soft duvet.

He mind drifted again. He would miss the soft fabric of the bed. They never asked her to give them this much comfort. All they asked for was that she helped healing Tae’s arm. Jimin would have slept on the floor, he would have starved himself if it was what it would have cost them to make Tae healthy again.

But Hope offered the so much more. She gave them food, a bed and a safe place to stay for that period of time. Not once had she asked for anything in return, which made Jimin sometimes feel bad, because he didn’t want her to think that they weren’t thankful for her help. They were. Both of them.

“But where do we go?” He almost didn’t dare to speak it out loud, too scared of the answer. “We have nowhere to go.”

The younger tiger closed his eyes for a few seconds, nodding his head in response.

“We will hide somewhere.” He eventually replied. “We will be carefully, Jimin. No one will catch us, I promise. Do you remember that old building we stay for a couple of weeks after we escaped?”

Jimin nodded. They had found an abandoned house with a couple of furniture left. It was not comparable to this apartment, but it was more than that old parking garage they stayed in before Hope had found them. There had even been some blankets left, which were good to hold out the cold from the winter air.

Sadly, they couldn’t stay long. One day, they had been surprised by people coming up, looking all over the house, talking about something like ‘renovating’ or something. They had seen the traces both tigers had left and had immediately called the police, forcing Jimin and Taehyung to leave and look for something else to stay.

“I saw many abandoned buildings in that area.” Taehyung continued to talk. “They even had a small supermarket there. Every day in the evening, they throw away a lot of left overs into the trash bins behind the building. If we are careful, we can take something from there.”

Jimin didn’t say anything. He just nodded at his brother’s suggestion, knowing that there was no other option for them. He would miss the delicious meals Jin would make in the evenings. He even helped preparing them a few times.

Jin was the oldest one around here. Jimin was amazed by his cooking skills and his way of talking. The Leopard had given him a welcoming feeling from the first day they met. But also when he got to know the bunny Hybrid more and more, it had felt right. He couldn’t blame Jungkook for his concerns about the two tigers. Jimin would probably be reacting the same way.

“Hey, Jimin.” Taehyung turned Jimin by his shoulders, forcing him to look into his eyes as he put his forehead against Jimin’s. “I will not let anything happen to us again. We will be okay. I promise.”

“Do you really have to leave, Hope?” Jungkook whined as he dropped his ears beside his head. “Can’t you just write your professor an email or something?

The small girl stopped fiddling with the strap of her bag, before she turned around a gave Jungkook the ‘are you serious’ look, slightly shaking her head.

“I am sorry, Kookie.” She said as she swung the bag over her shoulder, looking back at the four boys that were standing in front of her. “I need to discuss this with him in person. But I will be back soon, I promise.”

She made a step forward and stepped up to her tippy toes, before she presses a quick kiss to the bunny’s cheeks. Immediately, Jungkook felt his face redden at this innocent gesture.

“The last time you said this, you came back with those two.” The bunny muttered, slightly pointing behind him with is thumb, where a clearly annoyed Taehyung just rolled his eyes.

The girl just smiled but ignored his comment. She went over to Jin and gave him a small hug as well, before she carefully waved at Jimin and Taehyung. The white tiger was the only one who happily waved back at her, while his brother just rolled his eyes again.

“I will be back soon.” She said and stepped outside. “Alone.”

She had turned back and said the last part directly into Jungkook’s direction, before she slightly waved again and closed the door to go to university.

When the door fell shut with an loud tuck, the apartment suddenly fell in salience, as the four boys stood awkwardly in front of the door. No one said anything, everyone was just staring at each other, as it was the first time they had seen each other.

Indeed, it was the first time for Jungkook that he actually saw Taehyung properly for the first time. Before, he had only seen him when Jimin and him had been here for the very first time, but the bunny had been too busy processing everything so there had been no time to look at him properly.

Taehyung objectively was a beautiful man. He had natural, wavy brown hair that fell fluffily over his forehead, almost covering his eyes. On top of them, there was set a pair of deep black ears, that even had a small patch of white fur at the tip. His deep brown eyes matched his hair, and with his straight nose and fully lips, he looked like a model. He even got that annoyed look all the time.

Jimin was not much different, beside that he was smiling way more often than his brother and the pair of snow white ears with a black tip. Jungkook actually like Jimin. The white tiger was fun to hang out with. Him and Jungkook had played a few video games together, and Jungkook had to admit that it was nice to have some other friends beside his brother.

The tension in the room seemed to increase with every second. None of them knew what to say to each other, because usually, it was Hope who would start a conversation. But Hope was not here in the moment.

“Hmm.” Jin cleared his throat, before he hesitantly looked at Jungkook, giving him the behave-look. Then back towards the other two Hybrids, smiling at them. “I will go and prepare something for lunch. Don’t make a mess here.”

The oldest boy turned around and walked into the kitchen, leaving the three young boys alone in the living room. Jungkook watched as his body disappeared in the kitchen, before he turned back and looked at Taehyung and Jimin, who were just looking as confused as himself.

“What – What are we going to do now?” Jungkook asked, rather talking to Jimin than towards Taehyung.

Jimin slightly scratched his neck, as his gaze flickered over towards the small table in front of the TV, where two controllers were laying.

“Can we – “ He hesitantly begin. “Can we play that game on the TV again? It was fun when we played it the other day.”

Jungkook just nodded in silence, before he moved over and dropped himself onto the sofa. Jimin quickly followed him and sat down next to him, before his gaze moved back towards his brother who was still standing at the same spot. The white tiger gestured him with is hand to come over as well.

Taehyung just rolled his eyes again, but he eventually walked towards the sofa, standing crossed arms next to it. He looked with cocked up eyebrows as Jungkook turned on the TV.

“What are you doing?” He asked suddenly, his tone held a small hint of curiousness.

“This is fun, Tae.” Jimin said happily, as he took a controller. “With those controllers we can make car races. Look.”

Jungkook watched as Taehyung looked wide eyed at the TV screen where now many cars were racing over the rode. Inside himself, he chuckled at the black tiger, knowing how confusing those human things were when seeing it for the first time. He remembered the first time Hope had turned on the TV and those yellow, funny figures had appeared. Of course, he had seen a TV before, but never had he been watching it before.

Jimin next to him was already absorbed in the game. He moved both of his thumbs wildly over the buttons, sticking his tongue out at the same time. Taehyung at the other hand was absorbed in the game as well. His mouth hung open slightly, as he carefully sat himself down at the edge of the sofa, never taking his eyes off of the TV screen. In that moment, it was the first time that Jungkook didn’t see a grumpy or annoyed expression on his face.

Jimin and Jungkook continued playing their car race for several more rounds, warming up more and more to each other. They laughed together when one of them drove his car into the ditch, or when the pushed each other around the roads. Even Taehyung sometimes cheered for Jimin when he was about to win a round, completely forgetting their incidents with each other over the past days.

“Do you want to try it too, Tae?” Jimin asked after the 8th round, holding his controller out towards his brother.

The black tigers eyes flickered from Jimin’s hand towards Jungkook, before he carefully nodded. He moved over next to his brother, taking the controller out of his hands. Jimin was already explaining him how to use all the buttons.

When the black tiger was ready, Jungkook pushed the ‘start’ icon and the race started. Immediately, the loud and wild clicking of pushed buttons was the only thing that could be heard in the room. The game was no longer about an innocent car race. Both Hybrids were rather triggered to win against the other one in proof to be stronger. What none of the realized, that they were unwillingly laughing together all along.

“I won!” Jungkook yelled when his car raced over the finish line.

He threw the controller next to him on the sofa, before he turned his head towards the black tiger, sticking playfully out his tongue. Taehyung just rolled his eyes and breath out hardly, not being able to hide the small grin that played on his lips.

“This is because I let you win.” He said, laying the controller next to him as well. “I didn’t know that human things can be this much fun.”

He crossed his arms and leant back against the soft cushions, flickering his eyes around the room. Suddenly, his gaze held no longer that happy look but once again, his eyes sparkled with arrogance.

“Tell me, bunny.” He said, looking Jungkook into the eyes, cocking his eyebrows up. “Does that girl let her pets do all human things, or are you only allowed to turn the TV on and off.”

Jungkook pressed his eyes together at the black tiger’s words.

“Her name is Hope, and we are not her pets.” He hissed at Taehyung. “We can do anything we want to do.”

“Aww, how cute.” Taehyung fake-awed. “Are you defending your human girl? Do you like her that much?”

Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat when the black tiger mentioned that topic. He slightly clenched his fists, pressing his ears flat towards his head. It was not the way Taehyung was calling him ‘pet’, but it was that he was talking about Hope in the respectless way which made him mad.

“Stop calling her that.” He pressed through clenched teeth. “She gave us anything we could have ever asked for. She gave you anything without questioning it for one second, but you do nothing but being respectless towards her. Do you think I didn’t see how you are always showing off your fangs towards her?”

The smirk on the black tiger’s face suddenly dropped.

“You are always trying to scare her away, but I never said anything because she didn’t want me to make you feel uncomfortable.” He continued and by now even Jin was looking out of the kitchen. “You are threatening her and still, she treats your arm. You are growling at her and still, she came to us crying, telling us that she doesn’t want you to go, because she is worried about your safety. But you don’t care you are just talking about her as if…”

Jungkook kept rambling, not noticing that the two tigers’ faces were speechless from what he was telling them. They looked at the bunny with eyes and open mouths until he finished his monologue. When he did, the room was silent again.

“Does – Does she really want us to stay?” Jimin asked after a few minutes of silence, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

It was just now that Jungkook realized what he just had told them. They actually were not supposed to hear that from him, because Hope wanted to tell them by herself when she thought it was the right time. Well, now the cat was out of the bag.

The girl took a deep breath, before she carefully knocked at the door.

She had been out to discuss her term papers with her professor who was the first one that had been allowed to read them before the committee would. He had told her that he had proofed her terms for any holes that could possibly be a risk for passing that final hurtle, but he had said that it was bulletproof.

When she had come home a few hours ago, she had found the apartment in some kind of a mess. Jimin and Taehyung had been in their room again, while Jin had admonish Jungkook at the dining table in the living room.

When she had asked them what had happened, Jungkook had been near to cry when he told her what he had done. He was blaming himself that it had slipped out of his mouth when they had their small fight a few hours before she had come home.

She was not mad at him though. They would have found out at some point anyway, and that’s how she found herself in front of Taehyung’s and Jimin’s door, hoping to get the chance to talk to them again.

She waited a few more seconds when there was no answer, before she knocked again. Still, there was no answer from inside the room.

“Taehyung, Jimin?” She carefully pushed the door knob and opened the door, not waiting for another answer.

When she peaked her head around the door, she spotted both tigers sitting on the bed together, but something was wrong. Through the silent room, she heard small sobs coming from the bed. She immediately knew it was Jimin.

Though, no one had allowed her to step in, she took a step forward, pushing the door open with a small squeaking sound, making Taehyung’s head shot around. His exes formed to small slits, before he shot up from the bed, facing the girl directly.

“You don’t need to kick me out.” He hissed through clenched teeth. “I will be gone by this evening.”

Hope didn’t know what to response to that. Hadn’t Jungkook told them that they could stay? Why would they think that she would kick them out all the sudden? Jimin’s small sobs ripped her out of her thoughts.

She decided to ignore Taehyung’s statement for now, before she made her way over to the sobbing white tiger who was still sitting on the bed.

“Jimin.” She almost whispered, carefully laying her hand on his. The boy’s hand twitched for a moment, but he didn’t pull away, as he kept on keeping his head sunk low. “Jimin, why are you crying?”

Jimin sighed slightly, before he lifted his other hand to whip off the stains of tears from his cheeks, before he eventually lifted his gaze.

“I am so sorry.” He whispered, still sniffing slightly. “We never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable. Please, don’t make Tae go. I can’t be without him. Please.”

When Hope heard Jimin’s begs to not kick out his brother, her heart broke. She would never kick one of them out, while the other one was allowed to stay. She carefully wrapped an arm around the white tiger’s shoulder, pulling him close so that she could lean her head against his.

“No one will kick Taehyung out.” She said, feeling the tension falling off of the boy’s trembling body. The next part she spoke more towards the black tiger who was still next to the bed, watching the scene in front of him closely. “Taehyung, I know we hadn’t had the best start, but you don’t have to go and neither does Jimin. We can figure things out of you want, so please, stay with us.”

Taehyung’s eyes flickered between the girl and his brother, before his ears dropped in shame. He loved his head and carefully sat down on the edge of the bed, still keeping his distance between the girl and him.

“I am – “ He cleared his throat, his deep voice was holding a tone of shame. “I am sorry that I threatened you.”

He didn’t look up at her, as he fiddled with the hem of his shirt. Hope knew that he meant what he said. There was not a single hint from arrogance or irony in his tone.

“I – I just wanted to protect us.” He began to say again, looking up this time. “I – when we fled from those people, I promised myself that I will always protect us from any human, and I was so – so confused when you suddenly helped us. I thought you had some bad intentions, and that you would hurt us again at some point. I never wanted to hurt your or Jin or Jungkook.”

Hope could image how hard it was for the boy to bring up some trust against her. Humans had hurt them so many times, they had misused their trust and now, they were stock up with a human girl they didn’t knew at all. It would take time for them to trust her fully, and also for her and her boys to trust them.

It was also the first time that she noticed that Taehyung had actually called Jin and Jungkook by their real names. Another proof that he really meant what he was saying. She was still rubbing slight circles on Jimin’s back who had stopped his crying meanwhile and was instead looking at the girl wide eyed.

“And you did a good job doing that.” She smiled slightly at the black tiger. “Look, you both are all safe and sound here. No one will hurt you again, because now, you are with us. We protect each other.”

Taehyung nodded at her words, still trying to process what she was saying. He looked like he was about to cry, but was trying to hold it back at any costs. Hope carefully laid her hand palm up onto the space on the bed between them, hoping that he would take it. The black tiger looked at her for a few seconds, before he finally laid his hands on hers, squeezing it carefully.

It was a first step into the right direction for the three of them. They all had to get used to living with each other, but Hope had no doubts, it would turn out for good at some point.

“Thank you – Hope.” Taehyung whispered, squeezing her hands once again.

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mcheang · 3 years

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Where did I go wrong?

Prompt I got from @amethyst-geek : Mrs. Rossi is under the impression that the various Kubdel and Cesaire akumas r still running around (and that the girl Pharaoh decided to sacrifice, successfully so according to Lila, is a seperate person from Lady Wifi) when she runs into Mr Kubdel and Marlena Cesare (who ran into each at the store by chance).

When Mrs Rossi does have some free time, she enjoys visiting tourist spots with her daughter. In order to prevent her mother from meeting her class, Lila lies that akumas such as the Pharoah and Lady Wifi are still haunting the Louvre and Le Grand Paris. So they instead visit places like the Eiffel Tower or the Arc de Triomphe.

That doesn’t mean Mrs Rossi is blind to the advertisements of why you should eat the dishes by Chef Cesaire or visit Mr Kubdel’s latest exhibit.

When the class bake sale is coming up, the students had agreed to bake together and share costs. And Mr Kubdel and Mrs Cesaire have the same favorite store that specialises in baking ingredients.

Meeting each other, they know they are probably buying the same things and decide to shop together. Besides, they can probably make use of the buy 2 get 1 free discounts or such like.

Mrs Rossi was also there (not for the bake sale. Like Lila would wanna help Marinette bake. But to make some old family recipes that required certain ingredients you can’t normally find in a supermarket)

So when Mrs Rossi’s trolley bumped into theirs, she immediately recognized curator and chef.

Mrs Rossi: oh hello. You’re Mr Kubdel the museum curator, and Chef Cesaire from Le Grand Paris, yes?

The two adults exchange glances. “Yes, that’s us. And you are?”

Mrs Rossi exclaimed. “Oh nobody. Well, I mean, I had come here from Italy and I was looking forward to visiting your museum and your restaurant. But before i could, I had learned about the akuma attacks. I’m so sorry.”

Mr Kubdel sighed. “Don’t worry about it. That’s what Ladybug’s miraculous cure is for. I shudder to think of the cost of damaged artefacts.”

Mrs Cesaire: tell me about it. My daughter actually attacked the daughter of my boss just because she was following a scoop. Never mind following her suspension for invading the girl’s privacy. I’m lucky to still have my job!

Mr Kubdel: I know how you feel. Jalil is my son, but I don’t know where he gets his stories from. And to think he wanted to break rules for a crazy theory of his.

Mrs Cesaire: to think, all this could have been avoided if our children were more practical. I mean, how could she think blond Chloé the bully could be raven-haired Ladybug?

Mr Kubdel: or if my son had bothered to make a credible history team and submit a proper proposal to the board, maybe our reputations as parents wouldn’t be so bad.

Mrs Rossi: I’m sorry. But the akumas are your children? I didn’t know. I apologize for my words.

Chef Cesaire waved a hand in dismissal. “It’s fine. These days, you’re bound to meet someone related to an akuma incident at least once a week.”

Mrs Rossi: I’m amazed at your composure, Chef. I would have thought you would be more devastated about your daughter’s akumatization and her absences from home.

Chef: I try to stop her from running out to film the akumas, but somehow she just evades my grasp, usine twins as a distraction.

Mr Kubdel: at least, Jalil has a blog of his own to spout out his stories. Better he find listeners there than in my museum.

Mrs Rossi: the Pharoah has a blog?

Now both adults were frowning at her.

Mr Kubdel: I know you’re not from here, but to call my boy by his akuma name is really rather rude. It’s like calling the reformed Pamela Isley Poison Ivy, like you can’t forgive her crimes and give her a second chance.

Mrs Rossi: isn’t he still akumatized?

At that, both adults brought out their phones. “There’s nothing about a new akuma on the app. When did you hear about his akumatization?”

Mrs Rossi was baffled by their response. “Months ago, by my daughter Lila.”

Mr Kubdel laughed. “Oh, you had me worried there. Maybe you need to read up on your akumas more because akumatizations last less than a day. Jalil has only been an akuma for 3 hours at most.”

Mrs Rossi didn’t understand. That can’t be right.

Meanwhile, Chef Cesaire looked at her Italian feature and considered her words. “By any chance, is your daughter Lila Rossi?”

Startled, Mrs Rossi shifted her focus to the Chef. “Yes. How did you know that?”

Raising an eyebrow at her ignorance, Chef Cesaire replied, “Because she’s been helping me babysit my twin daughters whenever Marinette can’t make it.”

Mrs Rossi took a step back. None of this was making sense. Lila said she was friends with Alya, but if Alya was Lady Wifi, she can’t have been akumatized for months! And Marinette was the school bully, how could Alya be friends with her?

Or, her mind whispered, how can you believe anything your daughter says?

Unable to think of a proper response, Mrs Rossi politely excused herself. “Pardon moi, I need a moment to reflect on what you have just told me.”

The other two politely rolled their trolleys on, silently agreeing that while they need to be stricter with their children, at least they knew what was wrong.

Mrs Rossi found an abandoned aisle and quickly leaned against the shelf, her legs weak.

What was the truth?

Shakily, she brought out her phone and did a quick research on Lady Wifi. Yup, defeated at night and only reappeared for Puppeteer.

Pharaoh? Defeated during the day.

Akuma plague at Dupont? While it is a hotspot, there hasn’t really been a mass akuma gathering concentrated there alone.

Akumatized principal? Defeated at night.

Curious now, Mrs Rossi typed out “akuma” and “Lila”

The first instance was Volpina for unknown reasons. The second instance was Chameleon, again the reasons were unknown.

What Mrs Rossi did know was that Lila had abused her trust. But no more!

That night, 3 parents were going to have a discussion about doing research with their kids.

1. first, Marlena asked what was Lila’s relationship with her mother like? Alya said Mrs Rossi spoils her daughter and takes her on incredible trips. But Lila is so modest and generous, that she was telling her celebrity friends about her classmates. Marlena found that hard to believe when Mrs Rossi didn’t even know who Alya was, or enough about her anyway. Not to mention she doubted Mrs Rossi would be close friends with someone like Prince Ali when she is so oblivious about the akuma situation. Before Alya can go call Lila for an explanation, Marlena sighs and asks her daughter to try doing research before rushing out like always. Try thinking of the bigger picture for once.

2. Mr Kubdel asked Alix about Lila. Alix said she could give Jalil a run for his money in a storytelling competition. Mr Kubdel: she was lying? Alix: hard to say, she always has an excuse ready. But she doesn’t really give legit proof. Mr Kubdel suggests she try doing research so she can tell fact from fiction. And maybe have Jalil join in, if only so he will stop insisting that Ra is really Ladybug. Show undeniable proof before you talk ears off.

3. Mrs Rossi confronted her daughter, having read the news and called her principal. Lila gulps and tries to claim that her principal is an akuma who messes with online information. “I doubt that since you are probably the only one who would say this! You are grounded, young lady! And while you are grounded, you can try finding a new job or fill out your school application forms because you have been expelled for framing a student!” After this, Mrs Rossi decided to keep a much closer eye on her own daughter so as to find out where else she had gone wrong! She actually bugged every room in their house and considering how Lila had nowhere to go for the moment, she was watched 24/7. To prevent Lila from getting suspicious, Mrs Rossi gave regular calls to check in on her daughter. She would never accuse Lila of lying immediately after being told a lie, but would save it all up for later with further punishment. Lila decided to quit talking and start behaving after Mrs Rossi warned her that one more strike, and she would be sent to military school and disinherited.

Miss Bustier would have tried to give Lila some dignity by hiding the real reason for her absence. But Alya and Alix told the truth.

And so maybe Alya, Jalil and Mrs Rossi learned a thing or two about pausing before taking a leap of faith. That maybe you should just gather some proof so the words can be believed more easily.

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nagisasstunningpersonality · 3 years

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Karma and Nagisa cohabitation HCs

I'm attempting to make this post not straight up shippy, at least.

Karma's lived alone for most of his life, okay? He doesn't really know how to function when his space isn't just his space.

Nagisa's never even felt like he HAD a space since he always walked on egg shells around his mother.

Not a good combo, honestly.

These two also suck at communication in general.

Mess

Again, Karma's never actually had to deal with the concept of 'communal space'. He just leaves his stuff everywhere.

Then he's too lazy or else absorbed in work or other kinds of social nuisance to do anything about it.

Karma also has his own definition of 'clean', and doesn't see the point in doing anything like that until it legitimately begins to bother him. It takes the floor not being visible sometimes for that to happen.

Obviously, this is very different to how Nagisa was brought up, and it drives him insane. Nobody wants to have to remove Karma's socks from on top of the TV. Nobody.

It's not like Nagisa loves cleaning either, but he can't concentrate when the place looks like an earthquake happened.

They make an actual cleaning schedule at one point, after finally negotiating properly, but honestly they spend half their time trying to get themselves out of following it with dumb bets and blackmail.

Nagisa can be a little naggy sometimes, also has prime "I'm disappointed" face.

The only thing they can kind of get right is the dishes.

They also fight about "who broke the thing" way too much, considering they just end up splitting the cost anyway unless the culprit is super obvious.

Personal Space

Yeah, Karma's not very good at this. He's actually kind of a hypocrite with it because he has no problem annoying Nagisa, but gets frustrated when he doesn't get enough alone time.

It takes him a while to get used to the idea that he can't just do whatever he wants whenever he feels like it.

They fight over the TV a lot. Like, they have the same taste and everything, but they still manage to turn it into a ~disagreement~

Karma also gets really weird about Nagisa moving his stuff.

Sometimes he retaliates by putting Nagisa's stuff as high up as possible.

There's also not so many boundaries. Nagisa will regularly get out of the shower and just find Karma there, brushing his teeth.

They fight so much about bathroom schedules.

Karma wasn't used to the idea of communal meals at first, pretty much just sorting things out for himself. Eventually they start sharing though, and supermarket trips are a bonding activity.

They both get really pouty when they're alone despite all the general annoyance.

Friends

Nagisa's the only one who realistically invites people over, even though a lot of them are also mutual friends

Karma usually defaults to staying out of the way when it happens, or going out.

But sometimes he does awkwardly sit there and looks like he's in a trance.

Sometimes he acts as weird menacing as possible, making all sorts of crime jokes, when it's a person he doesn't know.

Sleeping

They usually wake up around the same time, but not always. Karma manages to be super loud and kind of clumsy in the morning.

Their sleep schedules are definitely different, kind of swapping between night owl and early night in.

Sometimes they have mutual all nighters and support each other in keeping each other awake... sometimes ending up with both of them asleep on the floor.

One time Karma found Nagisa asleep in the hallway after he had to go to a work drinking party.

SHIPPY NOW

They sometimes lie next to each other bed, on their phones, and don't talk. Headphones are an important investment.

Karma steals all the covers, and sometimes ends up on top of Nagisa. Not in a fun way, he's just preventing him from breathing.

They manage to forget about morning breath existing constantly, and always remember the hard way.

Karma's tall enough that his feet hang out from the covers unless he curls his legs in a certain way. He uses this against Nagisa, nudging him with them in the winter.

Karma once took a photo of Nagisa sleeping because he looked really cute, which of course Nagisa said was creepy. This kind of turns into them just taking asleep photos of each other. They each have quite a collection.

All of this makes it seem like they hate each other, but really living together is a good thing for them both. Somehow, they actually function a lot better like that. To the point they get a little co-dependent but hey, whatever works.

#karmagisa #assassination classroom #ass class #ansatsu kyoushitsu

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thekitschdiet · 3 years

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my take on the literary masterpiece, the chic diet

Firstly, I am no one. It’s part of my charm. My fifteen minutes of fame was years ago, when I had an instagram niche meme page. I didn’t even take any brand deals! And my posts averaged six thousand likes! Anyhow. I am hardly literate and well hydrated and carry a small sephora-CVS-hybrid worth in my mini tote bag. Here is my guide on how to live like me, the intermediate kitsch-rat, aspiring influencer. But like, in an apathetic, somewhat dissonant, ironic way. I like saying I live by dogmatic principles. But a lot of it, um, is just eating disorder rituals. But that’s not really important. You’re as hot as you say you are, and as much an authority on what you write so long as you say it with, you know, conviction. It’s kind of venerable how fucking delusional I am, actually. Giving any sort of advice like I’m anywhere close to the ritzy ideal of the amphetamine-areyouami label-american. New York, ideally. West Village, preferably. But I guess the kind of guide I can write is better suited to someone living in a suburb, in a house with the twelve-paned windows. I always thought those were so chic. SO quaint, in a somewhat luxe way. Like, Connecticut vibes. My parents used to drive me up there as a child to buy books and ice cream. Nowadays I’d opt for a matcha latte with novelty ice cubes, but I guess at the time it was pretty sweet.

Because I popped a Vyvanse at like, 10pm, this next little bit could go one of two ways. I will write the most articulate, brilliant piece of literature of my life. Magnum opus, if there was a skinnier word for it. Or, I will get wrapped up doing something like folding all my last-season knits (which is part of my look, okay! I don’t have a job!) and fixating on a paragraph on how a girl’s collarbones are almost as identifying as a fingerprint, or a signature. I’m not a graphologist, but if you write your A’s with the little tail on top (like on a computer), you’re probably a snake. Nothing personal, just an observation. Also, I do have a biology final to study for. Not that I’m super anal, or even particularly committed to academia, but even in my precariously manicured (read that as separate terms; I did a good job on my nail polish, okay? But I happen to also be teetering on the brink of an epiphany or a collapse. Hence the use of the word precarious.) state, I know it’s important enough I can let one of my countless side-quests sit idle for a couple more days.

The first section seems only natural to be about hydration. And the whole idea of drinking things, really. There was a section in The Chic Diet about Adderall dry-mouth, which deeply resonated with me. Once I bit off a chunk of a Nivea Strawberry Shine (my favorite lip balm, more on that later) and swished it around my mouth. Didn’t help. Really, really didn’t. Anyway, I suppose that even if it served no purpose for combatting my prevacatingly ingenious cottonmouth solution, I was able to milk a sentence or two out of the experience. “Do it for the Vine”, all grown up! And wearing bananapapaya resin hoops too. Side note, that Etsy shop is a parasocial enemy of mine. It stems from jealousy, which sucks, but hating from inside a club I’m adjacent to is much healthier than being a hateful individual towards people I would, you know, interact with. Daily. Or something. I stopped going to therapy because I felt stupid about going and I don’t live in the right kind of town to warrant vacuous $300 hours. Bitching about my well-adjusted parents and how desperately I wished my anxiety would just “go away” was plainly gross, and a waste. Like, pretty sure almost every problem I have could be solved by a couple painful conversations taking place during a hurricane. Such a shame it doesn’t rain much here. Anyhow, I digress.

Staying hydrated. It is essential to my character, my persona, if you will; to never be without either an elegant metal bottle (I’m loyal to the smooth enamelled S’well ones, printed to look like marble or a semi holographic solid) or a little 16oz tumbler with a metal straw. Hydroflasks were some of the worst things to happen to society. I want to preface this claim with the fact that I wanted one in the same way a teenage girl wants a new iPhone so she can keep up appearances with her dermatologist-dad friends who still have the XR, by the way. But I ended up spending the money on like, a minidress at Brandy Melville before it fled my city. Or maybe a Fresh Sugar tinted lipbalm. For the better, even though the dress has a busted zipper now and the lipbalm tube has inevitably gotten dinged and dented by the other contents of my mini-totebag. Unlike a car, though, a couple scuffs on your laptop or your luxury lipbalm tube looks kind of cool. Like, you’re not someone who values the pristine, unused quality of an item that was ambiguously intended to be used versus displayed on Instagram. Now, I’m wondering why this paragraph about hydration is so fucking impossible to stay on track for. I literally drink several litres of water a day, and more tea on top of that. And sometimes an almond milk latte if I can budget it in. Not that I’m so anorexic I can’t afford a 45cal latte. They’re just not that important to me. Anyhow. Drinking lukewarm (on the cool side) water is better than ice-cold. Partially because I just get it out of the tap of my ensuite and I can’t be bothered to wait for it to run cold enough every time, and it just seems wasteful. Plus, there is something so.. skinny about drinking water at an “obscure” temperature. Trust me, I want to know why my thought process is like this too. My favorite tea is blueberry tea foraged in a side aisle at my local supermarket. I love a good commercial, high-end steep or fruit infusion as much as the next girl. Maybe more. My pantry is filled with tins labelled with things like “emerald jade organic” and “magic potion”, which is really just currants and butterfly pea flowers. But there is a necessary glamor about drinking dirt-cheap tea on the daily. Seriously, a box of 25 sachets is like, $3. At a higher point with my, um, Adderall problem, I spent like several times that on pills. I didn’t really need to include that, and could have linked the price point to the cost of a drugstore lipbalm, but I wrote it in. And I’m married to it, stubbornly, as all amateur writers should be when they wittle in a somewhat indecorous little joke. This tea is sooo good because it has a strong fruit-reminiscent taste (not as sweet as a fresh blueberry, but who wants that anyway?), it’s zero-calorie, it’s the most GORGEOUS color ever. The latte, the third drink in my little trifecta, is nothing special. But necessary. The trick is to use a milk frother to whip up sugar free syrup with instant coffee and a little bit of hot water in a glass. It’ll make the most luscious foam.. Top it off with almond milk. My dad is a coffee purist, owning both an upstairs keurig AND a downstairs one (among other more analogue methods, but I can’t name-drop, so what’s the point?), so he hates this drink. Now, calling oneself a plebian is so unglamorous and teetering on self-deprecating territory, dangerously close to insecurity. But I can use it here because I am at least posh enough to have a different pair of earrings for every outfit I could possibly come up with, and I only wear Patagonia if I am in a situation where I just have to wear fleece. Like I was saying. It’s such a simple drink, certainly not a delicacy, and… I had a joke about the word plebian but I keep getting up to refill my water and I fear I have forgotten about it.

Next section; the importance of a good tinted balm

In the intro I alluded to how a girl’s collarbones function essentially as an identifier, the way a signature or fingerprint does. This is a lie, or at least an exaggeration. But one’s ultimate tinted lipbalm is actually extremely indicative about who you are, as a person, as a member of society, even…

If you are loyal to Dior Lipglow, I have a couple questions. One; did you shoplift one tube, once, and refill it with cheaper stuff afterwards? I did that. I consider it one of my better-kept secrets, but now you know. Might as well explain the catalyst for my parent’s first separation now, and the horrifying experience that was meeting my dad’s Manhattan sugar baby (?) at the age of thirteen, wearing an overalls dress from, like, Topshop or something else equally embarrassing. .. Kidding. I digress. It’s such a fancy lipbalm, and good too! It smells like thin mints! But I could just never justify cell phone monthly installation payment money on something I will inevitably talk off. I do own three, but two I stole (before I lost the nerve, somewhat unfortunately) and one, a boy(not)friend bought for me. This is not something I feel any remorse about, because his house was easily four thousand square feet and his sisters had a dedicated all-glass room for their shared peloton. Oil money. Ugh!

My personal favorite lip balm, and I have tried a frightening amount, has got to be the Nivea Fruit Shine collection. The frosted one is shit-ugly. Hideous. But the strawberry one is the love of my life. It’s such a pleasant red, looking healthy and rejuvenated and really completes any look. Only downside is it will always, hopefully not always, remind me of Charles. Kissing Charles, specifically. And him asking me what lipbalm it was, because he knew I was somewhat frivolous and definitive and would have a very long answer. But for whatever reason, I simply stated it was from “out of town”. Not really sure why I said that, but it plagues me (minorly) to this day. Of all the things to make up.. .. The peach one is a perfectly demure spring classic shade. Cherry exists too, but the only tube I have ever had the fortune of owning was purchased in Costa Rica and lost somewhere on the way home. Honestly tragic, it was the juiciest shade. Blackberry is perfect too, but I have to layer it with either peach or untinted lipbalm to avoid what I imagine TooPoor would choose if she believed in tinted lipbalm. I don’t mean this hatefully, I think she’s a queen, but super dark, smudgy makeup suits the eyes better in my opinion. Or something. Or something.

Afraid to bore the reader, I have to move on now. Maybe at a later date I will release an addendum on my ultimate lipbalm buying guide. But also, that is so deeply personal (and everyone needs the excuse of “hunting for the perfect staple shade!!”), so it is really not my place to have any authority on something so intimate and subjective. Etcetera.

Moving on; Decorating your room

Here is a section I lifted out of my memoir document. It fits, because as enigmatic as I hope I am, I am also quite unchanging.

I just pushed three hangers and two tiny strappy tops with the tags still on, off my bed. Most nights, all, these days, actually; I spend in my large but cluttered bedroom. I have a little ensuite with a jetted tub I’ve never used because I just never get around to it. There’s a plush grey rug, spanning the expanse of the room (covering an ugly cherry wood that doesn’t match the rest of the house; no clue why. I never asked, and the previous owners were eager to sell so they could finally ditch this town and retire in Montreal for the bagels, or Hawaii for the monk seals. Point is, I’ll never know) with loose beads and loose pills and little shards of glass from plier-crushed beads. I vacuum every day. The whole room tells you exactly the kind of person I am; the clutter I possess, the encapsulation of the projects I start, start, start and the hours I don’t sleep for and the clothes I tried on (these to sell, these to cut up with kitchen scissors; thrifted lululemon and aritzia and heaps of knits and plaid fabric..) I would not say the room is a mess. Lived in, maybe. Chopsticks and mugs and gum wrappers. Single dangle earrings. I just finished the last of my Creme Brulee eos lipbalm; disguised as a relic of 2015, I was gifted it Christmas of ‘20. I think my next waxy conquest will be a tinted Burt’s one I palmed a while back, before I lost the nerve. Peering around the room you will see shopping bags strewn about the mouth of my walk-in closet. Every surface has something shiny or colorful stacked up on it. Cluttered, busy, but intentional. Except for the walls, which are bare. Bare and gray and miles-tall when I lie flat on my back, high out of my mind, willing things to change but knowing I’m responsible for a first step I will always be too scared for. Bare, pristine, no gumtack. Empty, Like they’re waiting. I wait around a lot. It makes sense. That was an awful lot of words about my stupid blank walls when truly it does not bother me that much; I really just don’t get around to it. I have other things on the ground to tend to, like post-email nausea, addressing envelopes, marrying wire and bead. Writing a document I care about because I am determined and I am alive, alive, alive, goddammit.

Excerpt over. The memoir is coming out when I get famous, or something earth shattering happens. Like I become the world’s least remarkable entrepreneur, and I get retweeted by Colorpop. I don’t want to be the next Elizabeth Wurtzel. I read two of her memoirs one restless night, absorbing it to make up for the nutrients I didn’t that day (you can laugh. I think that is pretty clever), heart breaking a little bit. She writes about her struggles so intrinsically, you either get it, or you don’t. Anyway. She had the books and the fame from it, and she wrote more memoirs than I think a single person should. That is admirable. Aspirational, even. But I do not want to be like her. Where was I? Oh. Yes. Decorating/adorning/filling your room. Your room should serve as the kind of place to watch a movie (if you believe in film. I don’t) and put on ridiculous glittery eye makeup, or smoke an ~artistic cigarette~ or stay up all night on the phone, which is different from staying up all night simply on your phone. Chatting with someone you are tepidly in love with is much more exciting. Not chic as the whole affair is so juvenile, but fun regardless. It’s somewhere to keep your worldly possessions, too. I know I have a lot! Also, it is kind of thrilling to hide things in your room in little crevices only you know about. Now, unfortunately, everyone reading this will know too. But, like, I trust you not to really.. do anything about it. I keep my extra juul pods in the sliding box my apple pencil came in. That box is almost more useful than the pencil itself. I’m somewhat morally opposed to the iPad. Whole culture is so embarrassing! I have a tea tin with an ounce of golden teacher shrums in it. This is tossed in my closet among tins filled with other things, like lace trim and buttons. Which makes it actually a pretty terrible hiding spot, I see now… Anyhow. Keeping benign little secrets like that is so fun. You can tell I don’t have siblings. I sort of wish I did, but it is easier to believe there is something aristocratic about being an only child. Not sure if older-sister me would be egalitarian enough to share things. But that’s prophesying, which is kind of a waste of time. I live in the now, in a room positively cluttered with meaningless things that mean the world to me, chewing on my lip because my mouth is just so dry and 5gum is just not an after-8 indulgence. To live truly kitschly, you have to have somewhat hideous decor. Now, do not confuse dissonant, or incoherent, with what I mean by “hideous decor”. The kitsch room has as many surfaces to look at as possible, while also shying away from too many shelving units. Then you risk your room looking like a storage unit or something. When my mom renovated (re: paid someone to do it) our New York house so we could sell it, all our stuff was stacked up in a Cubesmart self storage. It was sort of horrifying, seeing my childhood home reduced to plastic storage tubs piled what felt like thirty feet high. Anyway. It’s just not an inviting way to store things; I imagine it makes your room look like your stuff is all trapped in gelatin. The more fussy, tiny things you have out in the open, the better. Nail polish. Earring trees. Bowls full of rings and lighters and water color pans perched on your windowsill. A rack with the tackiest assortment of knits and bucket hats and baguette bags. And so forth.. Quickly surveying someone’s room is so telling. Bonus points if all your books are spine-in, except for your favorite ones, because you don’t want people to get the wrong idea. (that you read).

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agustdiv1ne · 3 years

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candy hearts — TEASER

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pairing: choi yeonjun x reader

genre: childhood best friends to lovers au, fluff, angst

wc: tbd (projected to be 10k+)

summary: spending valentine's day with your best friend had become a sort of tradition for ever since you were seven years old. despite the twists and turns in your friendship as both of you grew up, the one thing that never changed was the box of candy hearts that he placed in your hands every year.

warnings: tbd, none in this snippet

TEASER

tuesday, february 14th; age 12

you leaned your head against your palm as you zoned out in your last period class. science had never been your favorite subject, even less so given that your teacher had been informally dubbed the school's wack job.

as the day had dragged on, you realized that the holiday wasn't as widely celebrated in middle school. the so-called 'special' day was reserved solely for the few couples on campus, most of which had been dating for only a couple weeks. you bet most would be broken up by next month, the typical cycle for immature, hormone-riddled relationships.

but back to your science class.

you felt your eyes nearly roll into your skull as your teacher excitedly explained the concept of genetics and punnet squares. what a riveting topic to listen to for an hour on valentine's day. however, you couldn't focus on his boisterous ramblings when your mind was chock-full of bitter thoughts of how your best friend had decided that he couldn't be seen with you at school.

okay, maybe not back to your science class. you were too distracted, too bothered, to concentrate.

because while yeonjun had promised to not leave you behind in middle school, it grew exceedingly obvious, as the year went on, that he had lied straight to your face. this holiday was only a painful reminder of that fact.

you couldn't entirely blame him, though, the vast sea of middle school causing you to slowly drift apart from each other as you both tried to find where you fit in. he had made new friends easily, the shy boy you once knew emerged from his shell, countless peers recognizing him for his impressive talents in baseball, in dance, in singing, the list could go on. he was good at everything that he tried his hand at, and by the middle of seventh grade, he had become the campus' golden boy. even the eighth graders knew him!

this came with a cost, however, and that was leaving you, his best friend of five years, behind (for the most part, at least).

you had found your own friends, of course. you had to, or else you would have been deemed a loner, and no one wants to be a loner in middle school. it was uncomfortable, having to talk to people you had never interacted with beforehand. despite this, you had found yourself a little group through your art class: yeri, chaeyoung, and yuqi. they had welcomed you into their trio easily. though it felt weird to have friends other than yeonjun for the first time, you were happy. well, uh, besides the whole yeonjun thing.

with only one class with him, it was easy to not speak to each other during school. your hangouts were now confined to after school, when he wasn't surrounded by his new friends and could make time for you. you never tried to talk to him about it, scared that he'd twist your words and it would destroy what semblance of friendship that remained between you. honestly, you wished that you could go back to elementary school, when things were easier, when you could talk to him at school without worrying about the consequences of doing so.

yet you knew it wasn't that easy. this wasn't elementary school anymore.

your eyes subconsciously trailed over to the boy in question. you were supposed to hang out with him after school, but there was always that one insecurity that rattled around your mind:

what if this was the year that he finally blew you off? for good?

you shook your head, going back to the worksheet your teacher had passed out as you were distracted by your thoughts. punnet squares, okay. one parent with a dominant and recessive gene, one parent with two recessive genes. now fill in the squares…

"hey, y/n."

your head shot up from at the sound of his voice. eyes wide at the fact that he was speaking to you at school. it had been months since he had last done so.

"oh, hi yeonjun. what did you need?" you sent him a tight smile, not that he noticed. twelve year-old boys were never most observant.

he placed a box of candy hearts, the same thing he gifted you every year, on top of your desk. it was blank, no message or name in sight.

"i wanted to give you this before i forgot and it got crushed in my backpack." his voice quietened, almost as if he didn't want anyone to hear what he had to say next, "we're still hanging out after school, right? like we always do?"

you nodded, and he shot you a small smile, "great, thanks."

he walked away. as soon as he sat back down in his seat, his friends were punching at his shoulder, teasing him, asking him if he was dating you. you could hear it all from where you were sitting, but you wished you couldn't after what he said next.

"me? with her? no way, we're just friends. i could never see her like that."

you never truly realized how much he truly meant to you until you no longer hung out until after school, but this? this hurt. it made your chest ache when you saw his borderline disgusted face at the insinuation that you were dating each other. what was so bad about you for him to have that reaction? was it your hair, your face, your acne? you found yourself mentally paging through every possible flaw you saw in yourself until the bell rang, signalling the end of school.

yuqi walked up to you at the front of campus, immediately spotting the forlorn look on your face, "hey, you good?"

"uh, yeah, i guess. listen, i have to go meet up with yeonjun. catch you later?" you asked.

"yeonjun, huh? are you sure you're not dating him?" she smirked, and you rolled your eyes, your mood worsening even more.

"we're just friends," you spat, turning away from her, "he'd never like me like that, anyway. i have no chance with him. i'll see you later, yuqi."

the further you walked, the worse you felt about how you spoke to yuqi. she didn't deserve to deal with the brunt of your wrath, it was uncalled for. you wanted to run back to school and apologize, but you were sure she had already been picked up.

you'd have to make it up to her tomorrow.

as you neared the supermarket a few blocks down the street from school, you could see yeonjun waiting near the entrance, his foot tapping against the sidewalk impatiently. his bike sat next to him, which explained how he arrived much earlier than you.

"took you long enough," he teased as you approached, but you didn't answer, only sending him a half-hearted smile in return. his grin fell, eyebrows now furrowed. oh, now he noticed how you were feeling? typical. "you okay?"

that was the second time you had been asked that now. you wanted to say no, you definitely were not okay, that it hurt to hear him say those words earlier, that it hurt that you couldn't even talk to him during school. you wanted to tell him that you felt abandoned, you wanted to tell him that he broke the promise he made a year ago, that ever since the first day of seventh grade you felt left behind. you wanted to ask him why he even bothered hanging out with you when he couldn't bother even speaking to you at school.

but you didn't.

instead, you plastered an artificial smile on your face, trying to make your voice sound a little more energetic than you felt, "yeah! i guess i'm just tired. science wasn't exactly fun today, y'know?"

"tell me about it," he laughed as he walked beside you, easily accepting your excuse without prying. you wished that he would have pried. "he's the weirdest teacher i've ever had, i can't believe he hasn't been fired yet."

"right?" you replied as you walked down the aisle full of candy. you picked out one of the overpriced boxes of heart-shaped chocolates before walking up to the register. you tried to hand some of your money to the lady helping you, but yeonjun swatted your hand away.

"nuh-uh, you're not paying for this," he argued.

"but-"

"no."

you visibly deflated, scrunching your nose at him in distaste. he simply grinned at you in response.

"ah, young love," the cashier sighed as she took yeonjun's money. your heart clenched, thanking her before you two walked outside again, the air cool against your skin, the sun glaring into your eyes, the weather the complete opposite of your mood. you glanced over at yeonjun. you wondered why he hadn't protested when she said that. you didn't ask.

his hand found yours, dragging you around the corner behind the building. your heart raced, skin heating up slightly at the contact. your reaction couldn't have meant anything. no, you couldn't like him like that. you were friends, nothing more, nothing less.

as you sat next to each other behind the supermarket, unwrapping and eating the chocolate that he had bought you just a few minutes ago, you realized that you really couldn't deny it anymore: you were in love with choi yeonjun, your best friend, and you couldn't do anything about it.

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caslikescoffeeandfreckles · 4 years

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The Heart Will Lead You Home

A very late spn finale fix-it fic based on an addition to this Tumblr post! Word Count: 1.9k Read on Ao3

There was no stopping the way Dean’s heartbeat stuttered when he saw Ohio on the map, the wound still too fresh. Every press of his foot to the gas pedal felt like stepping on his own neck as they cruised along the highway, cornfields turning to soybeans turning to green galaxies of fireflies at night. He thinks he likes these stars better; the blue ones just hurt.

When they cross from Indiana to Ohio the stuttering becomes an ache, like the valves have shut down and the arteries are cut off. He keeps his breaths short and measured, careful, while his hands white knuckle the steering wheel and he presses a little heavier on the gas. It costs him a breath, that foot still on his neck. But he keeps driving.

The case is a weird one and Dean hasn’t been paying enough attention to explain how he ends up driving out in the middle of nowhere by himself. He can’t even tell you what town they’ve been in the past few days, just knows that there was a lead Sam needed to follow, leaving Dean to cruise down dark country roads that shouldn’t feel so achingly familiar and his chest shouldn’t feel so painfully full and empty all at once.

But Dean’s not an idiot. He does know these roads and he knows what waits up ahead. He keeps telling himself it doesn’t mean anything. This isn’t some kind of sign, his heart choking and coughing and lurching like a car on its last wheel with every stretch of mile.

At the sight of the barn he almost turns around. The aching in his chest is seeping into his bones, it feels like they’re breaking from the inside out, like there’s something swelling inside his chest cavity and pushing bone through tissue and skin.

The barn looks almost exactly the same as last time, the old wood boards grayed and weathered and hanging from the frame with just a few nails and the grace of God - or Jack now, he supposes.

It takes Dean a good thirty minutes to make himself get out of the car. And it hurts. Every movement hurts down to the flex of his knuckles, each foot fall against the hard dirt path.

Dean stands outside the door, his hand raised to pull it open but unable to follow through.

Cas isn’t going to be there, he tells himself. Stop being an idiot. Because he has to make sure any lingering tendrils of hope are gone. For whatever is left of his sanity, he just has to.

He doesn't realize until he’s already opened the door that he hasn’t drawn a weapon. There’s a dark growling voice in the back of head calling him a damn idiot, but it’s not as loud as it used to be. It’s been fading over the years but ever since - ever since… well, it’s been pretty radio silent in the last few weeks.

It turns out there’s no need for a weapon anyway. The barn is empty save for some abandoned farm equipment and hell’s entire population of spiders. The ground crunches beneath him and Dean looks down to find broken glass everywhere. There are scorch marks on the walls. The air is stale, untouched for years. The last time Dean had been in here it had smelled like lightning.

With that thought the pain becomes unbearable and Dean shatters like the glass beneath his feet. His hands reach out without thinking, seeking something to grab, to hold onto, but he can’t find anything. He can’t see, can’t hear, all of his senses drowned under the wave of agony ravaging his chest.

He’s dying. Dean just knows it somehow. But he doesn’t want to fight it this time. The desire isn’t even there. He doesn’t know when that had left him, maybe the night the Empty claimed Cas with a confession of love still wet on his lips, maybe in that void of loneliness once Cas was gone and Dean had sat decimated on the cold floor for hours trying to understand what the fuck had just happened and why he hadn’t been able to say something back, maybe just before Dean had walked through the barn door. Whenever it had gone, it had clearly gone with the angel and Dean didn’t miss it. Didn’t have a reason to anymore.

He’s not going to be there either, Dean hears the last bit of his self-loathing whisper, like one last punishment because even in death, Dean Winchester can’t let himself have peace.

I know, Dean thinks. He knows Cas is gone, somewhere no one can ever reach him. He’s done the research. But how can you document the existence of something that represents Nothing? That is Nothing but the absence of everything in all of time and space? But he wishes Cas could be on the other side. Even with all hope gone, he still wishes it was possible if only to give Cas the one thing both of them thought they could never have. Because Cas deserved that much. Cas deserved more than the world had ever been able to offer.

Castiel… Cas… I-

“Hello Dean.”

Dean’s heart stops and his eyes fly open.

He’s here, just feet away, in the same oversized suit and dirty trenchcoat. He’s here.

“H-how,” Dean starts, his mouth too dry. “I don’t- C-Cas how…”

Cas doesn’t move except to blink. “I think we have Jack to thank for this.” His voice is a deep and gravelly as the day they met and it’s like a soothing balm over Dean’s aching body, chasing all the hurt away like his grace has all these years.

“He found you,” Dean says because he needs to hear it again. “H-he found you.” Jack did what Dean couldn’t. The pain that has been raging inside Dean is gone, replaced with a weight of gratitude for the kid.

Cas nods like it’s that simple. “It took a while, but yes. Jack is very… determined. I think he gets it from his father.” The corners of Cas’s mouth soften into a small smile.

Dean doesn’t know how he finds the energy to blush but he feels the heat seep into his cheeks all the same. He has a million questions and another million things he wants to do with his hands right now but they’re safer in his pockets. There are too many words rushing around his brain and none of them feel right, none of them feel like enough. “Did you- what you said,” he tries, desperate to know but not sure exactly what he wants to know first, “when you- did you… mean it?”

A shadow crosses Cas’s face and Dean immediately regrets asking. “You still doubt me?”

“No, no,” Dean hurries to say. Cas hasn’t moved but he feels further away and that alone makes Dean’s chest hurt again. “I know- I know you meant it, Cas. I mean, I-I watched you…” get ripped away again. Cas had said he loved Dean and been swallowed into nothing. It left little to be misunderstood. It was just that… “You’re an angel, Cas,” Dean says, his voice sounding weak even to himself. “You’re like a million years old and - and I’m - you’ve never… is it the same kind of…?”

“You think I do not understand love the same way that you do,” Cas says, voice clipped and dry. It cuts like a blow and Dean can’t help but flinch. But he nods. Cas watches him carefully before nodding himself. “You are right. I am an angel, I was not designed to experience emotions aside from love and loyalty to my creator.”

Dean is deflating before Cas finishes his sentence.

“And yet… since the moment I first touched you in hell, there has been no being or entity I have trusted more without question,” Cas continues and Dean meets his eyes, confused and dangerously hopeful. “There has been no one I desired to follow to the ends of the Earth as I have desired to follow you. I do not love you the way humans love. Because I fell in love with your soul before any other part of you.” Cas’s arms rise to cross over his chest and there’s a faraway look in his eyes. “I have seen inside of you, Dean, I have seen the core of who you are and carried the roots of you in my arms. I held your soul against my chest and felt the greatest warmth I have known in my entire existence. I felt the true depth of your compassion and love, deeper than any ocean God could ever craft. And I knew before I rebuilt your body that a part of me would always belong to you, and no other thought has ever brought me such peace.”

When Cas’s eyes refocus they snap to Dean and his next words sink past every barrier of defense Dean has left. “I don’t love you in the same way as a human. I love you more than you could ever truly fathom, Dean. But I know that it is love because you taught me how to recognize the signs. You defined love for me. And even though you don’t feel the same, I am-”

“But I do.” The words jump from Dean’s throat before he can think them through but there’s no way in hell he’s going to miss another opportunity. He’s lost Cas too many damn times to waste a single minute. “I do, Cas. I- I can’t see your soul or whatever but I - you’re the only - Cas, I don’t want to breathe when you aren’t here.” He feels feral as he speaks, ready to jump out of his own skin, and honestly isn’t sure if he’s saying actual words. But the movements of his tongue and lips feel right so he keeps going. “Everytime you leave or get taken away it just gets harder and harder and I don’t- I can’t do it again.”

Cas is watching him with careful eyes, but Dean can see the hope blazing just under the surface. “So what do you want, Dean?”

“You,” Dean says and takes a step forward. “Us. I want us.”

The hope bleeds through into the blue and Cas’s eyes shine like the stars Dean’s been avoiding. “Is that all?”

Dean shakes his head. There’s a new life unraveling in his head as he takes another step closer to Cas. A life far away from hunting, with a cozy little home with enough yard space for a vegetable garden, a garage to shield Baby when they aren’t filling her trunk with suitcases instead of weapons and driving to the ocean just because. A life with kids and familiar faces at the supermarket and big family dinners with friends on Friday evenings. And Cas. Every minute of every day there is Cas. The only constant, the only necessity. “I have a list,” he admits and takes another step. “But you come first.”

Cas is close enough to touch now and so Dean does. His hands fall on Cas’s waist and slide around his back to pull the angel forward and Cas comes with no resistance. He falls into Dean’s chest like a missing puzzle piece, his arms wrapping around Dean’s shoulders and clutching tight.

“You have me, Cas,” Dean whispers into his angel’s ears. It’s a moot point by now but he thinks they both deserve the reassurance. “You’ve always had me.”

“I want to go home,” Cas says, his voice soft but still sending a rumble through Dean’s body.

Dean clings even tighter. “Then let’s go make one.”

#sorry i'm so late!! anyway ta-da!! my fix-it!!!#destiel #deancas #spn finale #mine #I just really wanted them alive and together and i loved the idea from that post of them meeting in the barn #the fucking poetic irony of cas returning to dean in the same barn they first met in #that's that shit i like #okay i have to go write smut for my wife now byeeeee

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16 cutoria but in a vampire/werewolf au?

ANON LOOK WHAT YOU DID ITS 6716 WORDS LONG/lh

16 “I didn’t want to tell you like this, but I have no choice.” Werewolf AU Cú Chulainn x Arturia Pendragon

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“You’ve stalled for too long, brat.”

The she-wolf dropped into the clearing without a sound, her experienced paws padding across the forest floor as lightly as the beating of butterfly wings. Scáthach was a creature of grace, even as a large canine. Her hunts were nothing short of elegant either, carried out quiet enough such as not to disturb the night. It was no wonder at all that she was once the Alpha of the pack.

The new Alpha was not so. Though the runs he was tasked to lead were mostly just as productive, he was rough and arrogant, hunting larger prey while scorning rabbits and smaller faunus. While the pups enjoyed being handed larger game whenever he came to the den, his chosen prey’s strangled cries always alerted nearby animals to go running. In winter, such conduct put the whole pack in danger of going hungry.

Despite that, it was only Scáthach who ever told him off, for there was no one else quite as strong as the large grey beast that was bestowed the honor of being their leader.

“You know what snow does to the rival packs, Cú,” hummed the wiser wolf as she circled the hubristic pup. She was never in favor of putting him in the lead just yet, but she had served her purpose, teaching him all that she knew. She didn’t doubt he had the prowess. He just lacked the responsibility.

“They have been seen closing in on our territory, now that prey runs scarce. You’ve been lucky, bringing in as much elk as you have thus far. But how will you maintain that while defending the territory, hm? Pull a miracle and find some loose sheep like you did last winter?”

Her pup-turned-leader snorted, shaking his snout as he stalked away. “This another attempt at getting me a mate, old hag?”

The she-wolf bared her teeth at the new alpha, batting his snout with her paw. “A mate shows power and longevity, you know this. Fionn may not have been the best father to you, but he brought you brothers and he brought you safety.”

“I ain’t taking Medb,” Cú snarled back, his fur standing on end at the thought. “So shove it. I’m heading out. Tell Ferdíad I can’t make it to game night.”

Without another word, the alpha wolf bounded off into the trees faster than the human eye could follow. He leapt past hills, his paws crunching snow beneath him, careless of the little prey that scuttled about. They were done with today’s hunt. Even Ferdíad's litter could go to sleep completely satisfied.

The wolf dodged through the thick vegetation mile after mile, until the paths he marked out for the younger wolves were no longer in sight. Although he doubted the den mother would approve of him going so far out into their territory alone, he was the alpha now. His decisions would no longer be questioned.

Finally, he came to a cave: an old abandoned bear den, that lesser beings avoided though its owner no longer lived there. His sharp ruby eyes darted to his surroundings, making sure he wasn’t followed. Then, he entered the den, as he had done several times before, and came out the cave’s other end.

Only Diarmuid knew about his hideout, and he’d like to keep it that way. As long as the beta kept this little secret within the pack territory, Cú could keep her safe.

The large canine made his way past a few evergreen trees ‘til the humble farm came into view. Sure enough, there she was in the middle of the fenced off enclosure, sitting amongst her sheep while the lambs fed on the last of the grass.

Here was Scáthach’s little “miracle”: a shepherd that had seen Cú’s starving figure at the edge of her farm last winter and purposely left her fence gate open. To this day, Cú still did not know why she did it, but her generosity got his entire pack through the harsh season.

In return, he’d secretly kept foxes and wild wolves off her farm, making sure the lesser beings knew better than to encroach on his personal territory.

At least, that’s what he did as a wolf.

Cú returned to his little cave, snarling as his fur receded into his skin. The alpha curled onto the ground, biting his own paw to stifle his groans as the bones within him shrank and contorted into a lesser form. His snout receded into a straight nose, his fangs into passably human sharp teeth. Without his night vision, Cú reached blindly for the small duffel bag tucked into a small hollow and pulled out an artificial coat and a pair of trousers.

What snuck out of the enclosure was no longer a grey apex predator, but a tall, muscled man with flowing dark hair: an ordinary hunter, no more special than the ones that frequented the northern town.

The bell chimed as he walked through the entrance, signalling the blonde shop owner of his arrival. Cú tried not to smile too widely as Arturia Pendragon popped her head through the staff door, but he knew that was a futile effort.

“Hey, shortie.”

“Good evening, Cú,” replied the woman, snorting at his favorite nickname for her as he hung his coat on the rack. “I have your usual ready...though I still cannot understand why you prefer coming here rather than the supermarket. You know Arthur takes our supply every Monday. He's down there with Arash the rest of the week. Isn’t that a little closer to home?”

Right. She still thought he lived in town. It was easier than saying he lived across the woods in a village even more secluded then hers which would be impossible to get to from here without a two hour drive unless you were a wolf that could cross the forest terrain in a fraction of time, so he didn’t correct her.

The Irishman shrugged and sank into the rug before the fireplace. “Mutton’s better fresh. 'Sides, the grocers don't stock your pies. Ya really should sell 'em, Arturia, I'm tellin' ya.”

The woman scoffed, lightly nudging her friend to the side with her foot. As he scooched over, she set down a food tray between them: one with two glasses of whiskey and two slices of pie.

"Flatterer," she accused, handing the bigger slice to Cú anyway. He wolfed it down in seconds.

The first time he showed up at her door went much the same way, just a lot more awkward.

It was the day after his wolf came home with her sheep. He'd already knocked on her door to thank her before realizing how stupid that idea was. What was he meant to say?

Hey, uh, thanks for letting me hunt your sheep to feed my pack. My best friend's wife just popped a litter of hungry babies, hehe gotta feed them young am I right? Oh, by the way, I'm the wolf from yesterday, nice to meet you—Yep. No. not gonna work. This was a terrible idea. Stupid, really. He was stupid. Why did he even come here again?

Then she swung open the door, freezing the man in place with his mouth half open.

"Can I help you?" She asked, but before he could even reply, he was greeted by snow. Everywhere. All at once. Down his spine and into his underwear.

Now, he wasn't as susceptible to the cold as the common human, but she did not know that. Before he could even get a word out, he was sitting in front of the fire to dry while she ran to get him something warm to drink.

A change into Arthur's clothes and some hot coffee later, he was being served pie at the dining table to make up for his unexpected snow shower.

"Again, I sincerely apologize for that. My brother and I haven't had the chance to fix the porch roof. We just moved to this old farm last month,” rambled the short Welsh woman as she handed him a hot towel.

After some hesitation and observation on the stranger’s way of dress, she asked, “Did...did you come here for lamb?"

Little did she know, she'd just handed Cú the perfect excuse. Plus, he now knew exactly how to show his gratitude.

"If I fix up yer roof would ya give me a discount?"

Over the next week, Cú would come to the Pendragon residence to make repairs. It wasn’t just the roof that needed patching up.

It turns out she and her brother were alone in the world, cheated out of their inheritance and everything else they owned by their older sister. All that was left to them was this old farm and cottage, which neither had visited since they were kids. Their half-sibling even threw in three truckloads of animals as a joke, since she had all the riches in the world to spend and a special budget for humiliating the two green-eyed blondes.

Still, the twins were educated. Brilliant, even. And though they were clumsy when it came to most household repairs, their experience tending equine stables for their late father translated rather well to animal husbandry. In a month, they had made enough to pay the bills and get them a secondhand laptop and working Wi-fi. The next month saw Arturia getting her own computer.

Half a year down the line, Cú was sure that the Pendragon siblings would move out, but here they stayed, still maintaining their humble farm though it was no longer their only form of income. Neither of them needed the burden of moving back to London, with its ridiculously high cost of living and impossible rent rates. They’d grown fond of the land they actually owned and its peace.

That suited Cú just fine, because he had grown fond of Arturia.

Cú still visited, even after all the repairs had finished. His nephews were always hungry, and while the mutton did not satisfy the little pups’ bloodlust as much as wild game, it made up for the deficit while the children were in human form. But even Arthur knew his bi-monthly purchases were just an excuse.

He was there for the coffees, for the brief moments his fingers would brush hers. He was there for the whiskey, the cheap bottles they shared before the fireplace while she told him everything she could about the city. He was there to make fun of her posh way of speaking, to pull the ribbon from her hair, to bring her fruits and berries and furs and let her read him books.

He was there for her.

Scáthach’s training only increased in intensity as the months passed, and between his day job and being the new alpha, Cú had little time left for himself. But what he could spare, he spent with his favorite person, even if it was just watching her tend her sheep from a distance while he kept foxes out of her territory.

Cú tucked a lock of blonde hair behind her ear, happy to see she didn’t even flinch, but plagued by the thought of his wolf. He was the pack alpha now, and that meant a shitload of other responsibilities that would keep him from her for as long as he held that title.

“That’s all yer charging me, shortie? Nah, can’t be,” Cú resisted, pushing a few more bills across the table. “That’s way too cheap, even if yer sweet on me.”

Pink-faced, Arturia slid the packed meats back across the counter, reached behind her, and procured a carefully wrapped circular dish which she placed in a bag.

“Take it,” she insisted, hooking the bag onto his fingers. “We’ve been ridiculously lucky to not get any wolves and foxes considering how much higher into the mountains we live compared to the rest of the town. There is more than enough left for Arthur and I.”

Cú peeked into the extra bag, catching a glimpse of a familiar crust. God, she was far too kind. He’d reject the offer, but he’d always wanted to bring some shepherd’s pie back to the pack. This was his chance.

“Ya sure?”

“Absolutely,” she confirmed, holding open the front door as Cú made his exit. “This is the least I could do for you, Cú. You have helped make us feel home in this far-off place. I would even say that you are family but—”

“Go out with me,” the werewolf interrupted, shoving all his reservations into his internal dumpster. He didn’t know how yet, but he was gonna make this work. “Come on, I know ya like me, shortie.”

Tiptoeing, Arturia snaked a hand into his hair and pulled him down to her level, planting a small kiss on his cheekbone.

“It is...a little more than ‘like’, I believe,” the woman admitted bashfully, trying to mask her embarrassment by awkwardly sneaking back behind the door. “...Eight tomorrow?”

Cú bit his lip, glad to hear confirmation on what he already knew. She loved him back. She loved him back. God, he better not be looking like a child just handed some candy.

“Nah, this morning weekend. This weekend morning. The morning of this weekend,” he fumbled, rewarded with a short chuckle from her end. “I wanna have a whole day with ya for once, shortie. I’ll make it worth yer time.”

There was a spring in his step as the alpha bounded across the forest that night, carrying the bags carefully with the handles between his teeth.

If only he weren’t so distracted. Then he’d have noticed the salivating spy that watched him leave the abandoned bear den with a fresh pack of meat.

Snow fell heavily across the landscape on Tuesday evening, covering the last of autumn’s colors in a blanket of pure white. After dinner time was always idle for Cú, so he spent it sharing Arturia’s gift with the kids and spinning his phone in his fingers.

Instinct told him a storm was coming, and though it would probably have passed by Saturday, Cú wondered if he should try and reschedule his anticipated date. He wasn’t too worried about Arturia, since Arthur said he’d be coming back up to the cottage tonight, so at least she wouldn’t be alone all through it. Plus, the twins really did have a lot of food in stock. In comparison, he and his pack were the ones less prepared.

His sharp ears perked up as a familiar presence entered the grounds. The alpha’s brow knitted, as the slight smell of blood entered the air, but if the little ones weren’t alarmed, it must not have been such a serious wound.

Diarmuid stepped into the kitchen, still pulling on a wool jacket and shaking the snow off of his dark hair.

“Evening, Alpha,” the handsome man said softly, taking notice of the pie that sat in front of the pups.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, just call me Cú. Yer no less my little bro now than ya were before, Diar,” he corrected, sliding a plate his way. “Try that.”

The amber-eyed man approached the meal like a cat did water: hesitantly and suspiciously. Thankfully, as soon as he had a taste he had about the same reaction as Ferdiad’s kids did. Which was...basically nearly crying tears of joy.

“Where did you say you got this?” Diarmuid asked, snatching up another helping as Cú smirked. He’d not give the answer up that easily.

The alpha’s red eyes landed on his brother’s shoulder, finding a clumsy bandage just sticking out the collar. At once, he herded the beta into a different room, far enough from the pups that they couldn’t hear.

“The hell happened to ya?” Cú demanded, pulling the shirt collar to the side to better gauge the severity of the wound.

“It’s a warning, Sétanta” Scáthach answered for her son, entering the log cabin from the back door. “The rival packs were closing in on the border. I doubt their side of the mountain is as scarce as they make it out to be and yet they have the gall to encroach on ours.”

“Our territory’s guarded. That’s why we moved Fergus, ain’t it? To cover all bases. Den in the center with the pups, Me and Diar in the North, and dad in the South. Fergus’s gang to the west, and we got the town in the east and all wolves know not to mess with the towns,” Cú shot back, unconcerned.

Red eyes much alike to Cú’s observed him with kind care, seeing the wolf pup and alpha both. The new leader was strong, but he was arrogant. In a way, he was a perfect successor, for she knew he could kill her should the need arise. However, too loose he was with laws; too untethered by the rules that kept their kind safe.

“It would be a show of strength to take a mate. To let all know that our new Alpha has his right hand—”

Cú waved his arms dismissively. “The hands I do have are more than enough to drive them off. Ya know that. Now, are we stocking up for the pups or what? The storm ain’t gonna delay, I can smell it.”

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Cú paced the main den like a dog kept in an enclosure for far too long, tossing his half-charged phone while he awaited her message.

Four days. It had been four days since the blizzard started, piling snow on top of snow day after day as if it was trying to beat some arctic record. The log cabin’s ground floor was completely sealed in. They’d been on generator for the last four hours, listening to the weatherman on the radio as he promised for the third time that tonight the storm would finally pass.

Diarmuid was curling up with his nephews, keeping them warm in wolf form as they slept. Cú thanked every god he knew that they went on a hunt before the blizzard hit, else the kids went hungry. He and Diarmuid hadn’t planned to stay at their brother’s but the weather hardly gave them a choice. Their cottage was a lot further off.

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Cracks appeared on the glass as Cú glared into his mobile’s screen, hoping for some sort of change. But no. There sat the same exchange from an hour ago, the same bloody text just very loudly broadcasting to him the worst news of today.

One of our generators broke down. I need to move the power to the barn.

For real? Are you okay, shortie?

Arturia?

Hey, ya can’t just leave me hangin like that.

Arturia?

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“Sétanta, would you just put the bloody phone down?!” Ferdiad screeched, snatching the device right out of the alpha’s hands. “I said we were gonna talk, how the hell are we supposed to talk when yer not even givin’ me the bloody time of day!”

The low growl that escaped through the alpha’s bared teeth shook the cabin like an earthquake.

“What,” Cú barked, grabbing his precious device back while his brother stood his ground. “If this is just another lecture about how Scáthach was right, I should have just fucked with Medb and get it over with, I ain’t hearing another fucking word.”

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“No, you piece of—” Ferdiad inhaled sharply, his nostrils flaring with frustration. The older man grabbed his brother by the shoulders, shaking him like a rattle. “Cú. Listen to me.”

As Diarmuid shushed them both, Ferdiad pointed outside, to where nothing could be seen but heavy white ice.

“Do you seriously think Scáthach wants you to mate that pink-haired priss? ‘Course not. She just needs ya to set down roots,” the delta wolf explained, looking over the alpha’s shoulder to his three sons. “You are the strongest of us, Cú, but nothing ties ya to this territory. For all the outsiders know you could be planning to move and make your own pack.”

The younger of them grimaced as Diarmuid nodded from his perch with the pups.

“I ain’t going nowhere,” the new alpha emphasized, shrugging out of his brother’s touch.

“Well they don’t know that! What if this whole time, the only reason they haven’t advanced is cause we’ve been keeping close watch on our borders, hm? Hell, you and Diar have basically been here the entire fucking week, they probably think you’ve bloody moved on. Wouldn’t surprise me in the least if they took advantage of this stupid storm to move into our territory, now that you’re not guarding the north!” Ferdiad argued, baring his fangs at his superior.

22:24 Read.

Cú’s heart stopped, the poor phone in his hands near crunching in his grip. No. The Pendragons didn’t live too far from the town. It was fine. She was fine. Just snowed in.

No werewolf was crazy enough to go near town in their canine form, not even the rival packs. There was too much risk of being found out. Simply no way.

Unless...

22:24 Read.

Unless they didn’t have any food in store. Unless they were looking for some easy pickings. Maybe a couple of sheep that wouldn’t be missed, stolen from a farm just a little out of range of the nearby village.

A farm with a single, vulnerable caretaker, forced to share a heater with her flock.

22:24 Read.

Cú frantically pressed the call button and put the phone to his ear, shushing Ferdiad before the delta could return to making his arguments. Three rings later and the line cut. He tried again, heart dropping like deadweight when it gave the same result.

His footsteps became panicked as he walked round in circles, scrolling upward to a contact that was here only for emergencies.

“Arthur,” Cú said through the phone, hearing the familiar voice of his blonde friend coming through the line. “‘S Arturia there with ya?”

Suddenly a quiet bang resounded throughout the room. A gunshot, deafened by distance and snow. Any false sense of security Cú still had shattered with the sound.

“The hell?” Ferdiad exclaimed, rushing towards his children to comfort them. “There can’t be any humans crazy enough to hunt in that storm.”

The alpha was no longer around to hear him.

Arturia never held any hate for her half-sister. Not even when she banned her and her twin to Ireland with nothing left to their name. Despite everything, Arturia thought her punishment was not too cruel, for she still had Arthur. She still had a degree under her belt, and in a way, Morgan had cast her far away from a destiny she didn’t even want to fulfil. Arthur never wanted to take over the mining company and neither did she.

The first few weeks were difficult, but they learned to live on their own. They made a humble world for themselves that wasn’t tied to their prestigious last name. It was simple. But it was good.

She’d admit it got a little lonely with just the two of them around, but...then there was Cú. Cú, who helped them fix up the house, who came bringing drinks or food they could all share by the fire. Cú, who helped them get set up at the market, who got them their regular buyers and still made himself a frequent customer. Cú, who made up excuses just to see her, who scorned the couch to lie down on her lap while she read.

The cabin was always a little warmer when he was around. It was home when he was around.

She should have asked him out sooner.

The wolves came crashing through the windows, raining thick glass all over her flock. There were seven of them. All massive beasts with fur of brown and grey, glowing eyes and bared fangs. In their view, she may as well have been just another sheep, helpless in the face of the predator.

The air was a cacophony of distressed bleating, panicked hooves and growls as the sheep tried their best to escape their fate. Amidst it were her own hoarse screams as a brown beast sank its fangs into her arms, her frantic kicks to its belly doing nothing to throw the large beast off. Desperate green eyes searched the floor for her gun, which sat useless under her first attacker, a chestnut wolf that had ignored smaller prey and gone straight for her.

Her own blood dripped down onto her cheeks as the wolf above her crushed her limbs between its teeth. Arturia’s eyes prickled with tears as fresh cries escaped her lips, grieving not from the pain but for all she was going to lose. So soon, she had to say goodbye to her new life, her brother, to any chance she ever had at a happy ending.

The woman felt her predator’s claw stomp onto her throat, stifling her screams as its teeth dug into her shoulder. Salt fell freely from her eyes as the beast tore through the muscle. Was this how she was going to die? Cold and alone amongst the carcasses of her flock? Was this how Arthur would find her when the blizzard did subside, torn to pieces and left scattered all over the barn floor?

Arturia shut her eyes, unwilling to let her last sight be that of her killer. Instead, she thought of Arthur, hoping someone would be there for him through it all. She thought of Cú, she thought of the lovely blue dress she was supposed to wear when she finally went out with him. She’d been waiting for the day to finally wear it. She knew he loved the color blue.

As her lungs began to burn for air, her final thought was a prayer to a God she didn’t know she still believed in. If she were to die today, then let it be the last pain her two favorite boys would ever experience—

Suddenly, frigid oxygen entered her lungs as her attacker was tackled off of her, leaving Arturia hacking and coughing as she gasped for breath. She sat up dizzily, gripping her injured shoulder with bleeding arms as she tried to get her bearings.

The pack had abandoned the few sheep that were left, hounding instead the new arrival: a wolf easily larger than her from head to tail, with grey fur that glistened in the little light. Its glowing red eyes seemed aflame with rage as it sank its teeth into her attacker’s throat and snapped its neck like a toothpick, showering all the surrounding dogs with their leader’s blood. Even then, the grey wolf did not stop, jumping at the next canine and carrying out its execution.

The woman limped to the exit as fast as she could, bracing herself against the biting cold as she made her way back to the cabin. Behind her, the barking continued as wolf fought against wolf, the red-eyed one beating off the remaining four while the frightened sheep ran wild with fear.

Arturia slammed the cabin door closed behind her, bolting every lock there was with frostbitten fingers before sneaking a glance back into the barn through the window. There was barely anything to make out amidst the pouring snow and the painful throbbing in her head, but all she knew was that somehow...the newcomer was winning.

She didn’t know what kind of divine intervention must have occurred for that wolf to come save her, but...all it did was buy her a little time. Even if she was safe from predators in the cabin, the freezing cold would take her before morning. Maybe she could start a fire, but she’d lost so much blood, she could barely even stand.

After much struggle to ignite the tinder, the injured woman slumped onto the rug before the fireplace, taking comfort in the hearth’s warmth as the blizzard raged on outside.

A loud crash brought her attention behind her, to where stood the red eyed wolf, blood staining the grey fur on his shoulder. Two emotions gripped her heart at the same time: fear and recognition. As the beast stalked its way toward her, she finally understood why he looked so familiar.

It was the young wolf from last year, the one who sat right outside her fence, neither coming in to attack her flock, nor fleeing at the sight of her. She’d always wondered what became of him after he ran off with a couple of her sheep. He had a lot more weight on him compared to back then, enough that she knew it was hopeless to try fighting him off. If he’d somehow defeated the entire pack in the barn, an injured human like herself didn’t stand a chance.

“It’s you, isn’t it?” she croaked, her shattered vocal chords barely able to keep up. “Please just make it quick.”

Almost as if he could understand her, the wolf whimpered and flattened his ears against his head, lowering himself as he approached.

For the second time that night, Arturia shut her eyes as the wolf caged her broken, shivering figure to the floor. She stiffened, anticipating another bite as he brought his head closer.

Then she felt a warm tongue lick her cheek.

Arturia’s eyes snapped open in surprise, locking with increasingly familiar ruby irises. The wolf lay its head on her chest, gently resting on top of her as it whimpered. Suddenly, it began to whine, jerking back and forth as its body contorted itself into a different shape. One that was smaller, one that hadn’t a silver coat of fur, one that no longer crushed her underneath its weight.

Soon it wasn’t a wolf at all that Arturia held in her arms, but a man. Large hands that she recognized traveled up to her cheeks, his thumbs stroking away her tears. Her heart warred with itself, overtaken by pain, relief, fear, security. But all of that could wait.

Cú leaned forward til he was kissing her, molding his mouth into hers til he had her lips memorized.

“Cú,” Arturia whispered, when they separated to breathe, her injured arms wearily looping around his neck. “You’re…”

“Sorry,” The man shushed her with another deep kiss, enveloping her shivering figure into his embrace. “I didn’t wanna tell you like this, but I have no choice. I’m—”

“The wolf from last winter,” she interrupted, her mind struggling to put together the pieces. “The…wolf who came to save me. You were here with me this whole tim—mmh”

The man’s fingers snaked behind her head, supporting her as tasted her mouth once more.

“Ya saved me first.”

There was a desperation in the way that he moved, the way he touched her cold skin. He didn’t want it to be like this. He wished their first kiss would have been somewhere warm. He wanted to take her out to the lake, hold her hand…not drag her into his world of hunt-or-be-hunted.

Cú pressed his lips to her neck, regretting the multitude of wounds she sustained there. If only he were here earlier. If only he were faster. This would never have happened if wasn’t so damn careless.

The werewolf pulled down her scarf and jacket, exposing the deep wounds the rival pack leader had left at the junction of her shoulder and all over her arms.

They bit her.

Cú pursed his lips, placing a few more kisses to her temple. He hoped it would be enough. He hoped she would understand his feelings for her. He hoped she would forgive him.

“Let’s get ya patched up, shortie, okay?”

Cú borrowed some of Arthur’s clothes for the second time, leaving her momentarily to redirect the power back to the cottage instead of the barn. There were nothing but carcasses to warm over there now. After that, he no longer left her side, nursing her wounds the best that he could and keeping her close to share his body heat.

“You’re gonna turn,” Cú said seriously, hugging the one person he loved more than anything to his chest. Werewolf saliva was powerful, and so their kind never endeavored to sink their teeth into humans unless they were sure to kill the target or intentionally make them part of their pack.

“How soon?” Arturia answered back, turning to look up at her saviour. All the fear in her eyes had disappeared, replaced with melancholy and trust. Of course she was upset. Creatures of his world had just gone and stolen her new life away.

“The next full moon,” Cú answered regretfully, “Tomorrow night.”

Cú brushed her bangs out of her face, letting his ruby eyes clash with her emeralds. “Ya scared?”

The man didn’t even know why he was asking. But what were you supposed to say to someone who was just dragged into a hidden world she knew nothing about? How was he supposed to tell her she’d be riddled with bloodlust for the rest of her life, that she’d crave the hunt, that she’d yearn for the night? How was he supposed to tell her she had to give up the one family she had left to keep him away from the life of a hunter?

“Should I be?” Arturia answered, deceptively calm. No doubt, she was thinking of the heavy price she had to pay for surviving.

Cú knew Scáthach was coming. He could feel it. As soon as this bloody storm let up, the she-wolf would put her nose to the air, track him down to this cottage, and put down the rival pack’s unintentional new member before she even had the chance to morph.

Not if he could help it.

“Ya said l was like family to you, Arturia, did ya mean it?” he asked, his heart racing like crazy. His favorite person nodded into his chest, fiddling with his fingers and palm.

“Then...d’ya wanna be that to me, forever though?” he stuttered out, suddenly losing all manner of confidence.

Arturia got up to face him. “How do you mean?”

“Damn yer really gonna let me get into the specifics, huh? Right,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his head despite himself. “Look, for us, there’s just one. One mate, for the rest of our lives. You just feel this...bond with them, ya know? Strong enough ya can’t bear to be without them. If ya let me, I want you to be that for me."

"Cú, are you asking me to wed you?" she asked back, confusion settling in the crease between her brows. "But we haven't even gone out yet—"

"Ya were gonna marry me eventually," he shot back, flicking the hair outta her face. "I'm quite the husband material, dontcha think? I bring ya food, I eat your pie—my family likes them by the way—I'm handsome as fuck, not ta mention, charming, what’s the harm in speeding things up a lil’?"

The werewolf grinned at her, trying to cover up how bloody nervous he actually felt.

“And also my pack won’t kill ya. Cause you know, technically ya belong to the rival pack, because they’re the ones that bit ya. But also yer all that’s left in that pack, after tonight and…” he paused, cupping her face with his hands, “I'll still court you, 'Turia. I want to. I'll give ya a good life. Swear.”

Arturia’s lips quirked upward for a second, knowing how crazy adamant Cú could be with following promises.

"Alright,” she confirmed, accepting his kiss. “I just...I worry about Arthur."

"So you finally show up, hm? Disappear for a while, why don't you? Doesn't matter whether or not the rival pack comes to—"

Scáthach inhaled, sniffing her grey wolf pup as she circled him. Something had changed about her son, she could feel it.

"There is no rival pack," Cú answered, grinning like a madman. “Only two new additions to ours.”

"What?"

“Last winter, it stormed just like this, didn’t it? No game, not even the smallest of hares. We were considering crossing over to the other side of the mountain, yeah?” Cú asked back, eagerly goading out the she-wolf’s response. Scáthach stared at him intensely, her red eyes glowing in the light of the full moon.

“You came back with sheep—”

The grey wolf nodded its head in a near-human fashion.”They were gifts. From them.”

Cú yipped, calling for the two concealed wolves to come into the den.

One was large and long, with fur as black as the bark of trees. He came out of the woods like a moving shadow, paws of coal shuffling through the snow. Even Scáthach, who was a midnight color herself, thought she was looking straight into a beautiful void.

The second wolf was smaller. She had a pelt of pure shining white, purer even than fresh snowfall. If not for the black nose that nuzzled into their alpha as she came close, she would be completely missable in their landscape of ice.Though of shorter stature, she strode like a king. Scáthach hadn’t a doubt that if this newcomer were born a wolf, she’d be an alpha herself without question.

The two newcomers stared at the she-wolf with matching emerald eyes, each set of orbs sparkling with the colors of the aurora. Siblings. Strong ones. But any wolf could tell these two were not born with beast’s blood like the rest of them, their footsteps were too unnatural. Too clumsy. They were made beasts, and by their scent it had been the doing of the rival pack.

As her son pressed his snout to the white wolf’s nose, several things finally clicked into place. Cú had gone and done what she’d been pestering him to do for the last few months and had eliminated the pack that had been encroaching on their territory in one fell swoop.

Cú had chosen his mate: a human convert who’d inherited their rivals’ land the day she was bitten. A human who they just so happened to owe a great debt for getting them through last year’s winter.

As Cú’s beastly eyes stared her down, Scáthach had to admit... her bratty pup finally had her at a total loss. She couldn’t be mad about anything, couldn’t even nitpick at the tiny size of his chosen queen or her tar-coat brother. Gosh, Fionn was gonna get a lotta kicks outta this.

“Names,” the she-wolf demanded, circling the twins while Cú gave her a shit-eating grin. Then, she turned, looking back just once to signal for them to follow.

Side by side, the new wolves and the alpha made their way into the central den. Arthur was immediately swarmed by Cú’s brothers. Arturia, by Ferdiad’s pups.

Later, when all had settled back into human skin and a fresh change of clothes, Cú looked about his pack. Fergus and Medb had come to visit, with all sorts of food in tow. Diarmuid excitedly showed Arthur around the wolf den while Fionn and Scathach kept to their own corner. Ferdiad and his litter sat right in front of the brick oven, eagerly awaiting the shepherd’s pie the twins had prepared.

The alpha leaned down, resting his cheek atop Arturia’s blonde head.

“We never did get to go on that date,” she whispered lightheartedly, leaning her head onto his chest. “I even had a dress prepared.”

“Mmmmm that so?” Cú shot back, grinning, “I just think since we are “mated” we really ought to get to mating if ya know what I—”

Arturia’s palm snapped onto his lips before he could complete the thought. Suddenly, they were wrestling each other to the floor, the older wolf chuckling like a madman all the while.

“Kidding—ooofghmhm--kidding, Arturia, I’m kidding, jeez,” he managed to get out, placating his blushing mate as he grabbed onto her hands. The Welsh woman panted, from her seat atop him, her green eyes looking everywhere else but into his red orbs.

“Eight tomorrow?” Arturia asked, though she knew full well Cú was coming home with her that day.

Not even caring about the teasing whoops resounding through the wolf den, Cú pulled his mate down for another hug.

“Yeah. I’d like that, shortie.”

#tysm for the ask!#:>#akampana asks #love confession prompts #whew that was a long one #hope you liked it anon #might remake this into a fic on ao3 soon #cutoria #cuturia #arturia pendragon #cu chulainn #artoria pendragon #cu #arturia #artoria #fate #fanfic

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argumentl · 3 years

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The Freedom of Expression, Ep 41 - 'Antique' displayed in showcase. Its true identity is..

K: Hi, this is Dir en grey's Kaoru with this week's episode of The Freedom of Expression. Joe san, Tasai san, welcome again. Ok, should we get straight on with it?

J: Yeh, shall we?

T: Yeah.

J: Just get started quickly.

K: Ok, Ojikyun... (*see last episode*)

T: Yeh, Ojikyun.

J: I'll try my hardest.

T: Ojikyun Joe.

J: Ok, well, this is today's news. 'Antique displayed in showcase, its real identity is..?'　A photo posted to Twitter of a shop's showcase is getting reactions like, 'I had to look twice!', and 'I was fooled!'. The person who posted the photo was walking the streets, when suddenly they saw a shop with a showcase containing numerous pots. But when this person had a closer look, they were amazed. They read the explanation card and discovered the pots were actually Baumkuchen! The pots, made in various sizes, resemble the real finish and shape of an actual flower vase. The shop, named Villon, is a patisserie located in Sakura Shinmachi in Tokyo, and was established in 1965. These Baumkuchen made in the shape of pottery go by the name of 'Grand Villion', and the shop owner says they were born out of an idea to express the beauty of pottery though cakes. The shop also sells many other products, but people who have seen the photos online have been mistaking the cakes for real pots one after another.

So I think if you have a search online, you'll be able to find the images, but it really is Baumkuchen which looks exactly like a pot.

T: Absolutely.

K: Yeh, for sure.

J: What do you think about this?

K: Its incredible.

T: It is, yeh.

J: Yeh, it is.

T: It is amazing.

J: Yeah. I wonder if they sell a lot of these?

K: Can you buy these online?

J: I wonder if you can?

K: Just by looking, it seems like you order it in store.

J: These look like they are probably difficult to deliver.

K: Right.

J: I feel like it would break during delivery.

T: Yeah. But peope are buying these and taking them home as souvenirs.

J: Yeh, using Baumkuchen to make a pot...

T: Won't it become really well-known?

J: Yeah, it will. Its like making curry into the shape of poo as a kid...What? Didn't you do that?

T: Haha

T, K: No

J: Didn't you ever make curry into the shape of poo and offer it to your friends in elementary school?

K: Haha, no.

J: Its only me?? I bet some people did *points to camera*

T: They didn't, I'm sure they didn't, haha. No-one's gonna fall for you with that.

K: Haha

J: Im not Ojikyun material?

T: Not at all.

K: I thought everyone did that.

T: Hahaha

J: Isn't it a good trick? Making poo with curry? This is the same, just making a pot with Baumkuchen.

K: ??? *1

J: Is that a bit rude of me? Don't you make piled up poo with curry?

T: No! Haha.

K: How do you even make that with curry??

J: Its like, if the curry is left for a while, it congeals a bit, right?

K: The roux.

J: Yeah, kinda like the roux. I did it with that when i was a kid.

T: You did it with that? haha

J: I got into trouble with my parents for it.

K: Well, yeh.

T: Yeah, you would..playing with food.

J: ???*2

K: So thats why you're like this now.

J: No no no, ???*3. But anyway, its like an extension of that, what Villon is doing.

K: Its amazing. The cake at the bottom looks exactly like a real pot.

T: Yeah.

J: Yeh, they have uploaded the pics, but at a glance the Grand Villlon seems to cost close to twenty thousand yen.

T: Yeh, twenty thousand.

K: The big one, right?

J: Yeah, the big one.

T: Oh, the medium sized one costs ¥14,500.

J: Yeh, the big one is about ¥20,000. It would make someone very happy if you gave it as a gift.

T: Well, I wanna try it once.

J: Yeh, me too. Though it probably just tastes like regular Baumkuchen.

T: Of course, yeh.

J: So like, curry in the shape of poo tastes like curry, haha.

T: Hahaha

K: It reminds me of that thing, poo flavoured curry or curry flavoured poo?

J: The ultimate decision, right?

T: Oh, I remember that.

K: Which would you choose?

T: Probably curry flavoured..

K: Poo flavoured is impossible.

J: But the poo flavored one is still just curry.

K: Its ok to eat?

J: Yeah.

K: So if its curry flavored poo, and you eat it will it have an ???*4 influence?

J:..Yeh. It might be something sent from above. But anyhow, it tastes like curry.

K: So, its poo that doesn't harm your body?

J: No, well, the taste. The taste is curry...What are we talking about?? haha.

T: Right? haha

J, K: hahaha.

K: So for this, its like, is it a real pot?

T: Haha

K: Like, a pot that looks like Baumkuchen, or a Baumkuchen that looks like a pot?

J: I feel like this convo is getting off track.

K: That was your fault.

T: You went off on a tangent all of a sudden, haha.

J: Was it my fault? Im so sorry.

K: Should we buy one of these Baumkuchen?

J: Yeah, lets buy one.

K: Haha

T: Lets buy one.

K: We could eat it together.

J: Yeh, we could each put ¥5000 towards it or something.

T: Well, something like that.

K: Yeah.

T: It looks like this store is well established, I bet its delicious.

J: Its great though, established in 1965. The shop is older than me. Its been there for 55 years.

T: Thats amazing.

J: Definitively, lets try it as the TFoE team.

T: Should we ask Kami?

J: Ok. Kami?

Kami: Yes?

J: Oh, he's there, thats good.

T: Yeh, thats good. I thought he might be asleep.

Kami: Did you guys eat Baumkuchen as kids?

J: Well, honestly I was quite poor as a kid. We had a business in our house, but we suddenly went bankrupt and became poor very quickly. My Dad had a car, and he had about a million yen in debts with it, or fines.

T: When was this?

J: Oh, when I was in elementary school, so about forty years ago. So we didn't really eat fancy sweets like Baumkuchen...not that I can remember anyway.

T: Hm, as a small kid..

Kami: Um, I spent a lot of time in Nishinari in Osaka..Baumkuchen in not common there. (*Nishinari is know as a bit of a slum*)

K: Haha.

T: Im sure you can eat it there.

Kami: No, there didn't used to be any there.

T, K, J: Hahaha

J: So, you were in Nishinari, Kami?

Kami: For quite a long time actually.

J: Oh, really?

Kami: In Nishinari they really work hard making ocotopuses with sausages.

T: Haha

J: Haha. Octopuses with sausages?

T: You can buy that in the supermarket.

J: But its the same kind of idea right? Like making pots with Baumkuchen.

Kami: Also using carrots to make flowers.

J,T: Ahh, yeh, I see.

J: Kami, as soon as you enter, the conversion suddenly gets really common.

T: Yeah

Kami: It is the same idea.

K, T, J: Haha

J: Kami, you are pretty interesting.

T: Have you seen those things that are like deep fried Baumkuchen on skewers?

K: Oh yeh, I have.

T: Have you tried them?

J: I've seen deep fried ice cream, or fruit and stuff on a skewer, but not Baumkuchen.

T: Oh, there is that too.

K: Yeah, there is.

J: Ehh.

T: They definitely did this in Nishinari, right Kami?

K: Yeh, they did.

Kami: No, they didn't.

T: Haha

K: He's sure about that.

J: Yeh, he's certain.

T: He doesn't want to lose on this one.

J: But Kami, do you want to eat these pots made from Baumkuchen?

Kami: Well, yeh, to look at them, they look delicious.

J, T, K: Haha.

T: By the way Kami, how old were you when you first tried Baumkuchen?

Kami: I don't really want to tell you that.

J: Haha, its that much of a secret?

K: Maybe he doesn't remember?

J: Yeah, maybe.

Kami: But first, I want to try one of thier basic Baumkuchen.

J: Ah, more basic than this?

T:???6*

J: Ok, I got it. They do sell regular Baumkuchen too, so we'll get one of those for Kami, and we'll get one of the pot Baumkuchen for us.

T: Yeh, I'll eat that.

Kami: You still have to share it though.

J, K: Hahaha

J: So you do want to eat it?

Kami: Yeah, I do.

J: You do? You should have been honest from the start. Well, I learned something today...that there is no Baumkuchen in Nishinari.

T: No, there is, there is. Will he get mad at me? There definitely is.

J: There definitely is? Well, we got to learn a bit about Kami's history.

T: You can kinda tell he probably lives in the west.

K: Well, he has a Kansai accent.

J: Yeh, he definitely has a Kansai accent. But now we know specifically about Nishinari.

T: I get the feeling he was just lurking there, as opposed to living.

K: He does seem kinda low class.

T: Yeh, he does.

J: Like, the kinda guy you want to avoid if at all possible, haha.

K: Ok, so, is that it?

J: So, we'll have to go and buy this sometime. Within the year?

T: Lets go asap.

K: Well, if they have to be reserved, we'll make a reservation.

J: Oh, yeah. Well, Kami wants to try a piece too.

K: Will Kami come down to join us then?

Kami: I do want to eat it.

J: No, well, what should we do? How can we give you it, Kami?

T: Right?

J: Kami?

Kami: Yes?

J: Yes?

K: hahaha

J: He doesn't know how to answer that, haha. Clearly, haha. He obviously doesn't know what to say! You're in the sky, right, Kami?

Kami: Thats right.

J: Yeh, so how can we get the cake to you?

Kami: Yeh, Im not sure, how could we? haha

J, K, T: Hahaha

J: He is totally stuck with this unexpected question.

T: What should we do then?

K: How about we look forward to what happens at that time?

J: Certainly!

K: Haha. Ok, well, Lets finish here for this week. Please subscribe. Thank you very much.

*1,2,3,4,5,6 Couldn't make out, usually due to too much background laughing.

#dir en grey #the freedom of expression #tfoe #kaoru #薫 #baumkuchen

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jawritter · 4 years

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Happily Ever After...

Request: Hey beautiful! May I request a Dean Winchester x plus size reader where the reader does all the research for the boys and she is very shy, she a huge Disney fan, one day demons get in the bunker and make fun of her and dean stand up for her and confess his love for her (smut)? And after they cuddle and watch lady and tramp? Fluff and smut you are a gem, my dear! 💕

Warning: Smut, Oral (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, language, hint of body insecurities, demon’s being dicks. I think that’s about it...

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus Size!Reader

Word Count: 3314

A/N: All mistakes are mine!! Please do not copy my work!! Feedback is golden!! This one might be a little cheesy lol. Not sorry..

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"Okay sweetheart, see you in about an hour." Dean's rough growl came through the speaker of the phone laying on the bed next to you.

They'd been on a hunt just outside of the state line and were on their way back. Dean always called letting you know when they'd completed the hunt and were safely either in a hotel; or on their way to you...

"Okay, be safe guys," you say, reaching over to disconnect the phone so that you could get back into your episode of Shrek. You were on your usual Disney binge, something you did regularly on a Friday night.

You weren't a hunter, to be honest, you just never had the desire to be one, even though you were raised in the life by Bobby after your father and mother were killed by a werewolf just outside of Sioux Falls all those years ago. You were nothing but 15 years old at the time, and now that you knew what was out there, there was no way you were going back to a “normal” life.

Still, you were no hunter and had no desire to come face to face with what was actually out there. Preferring to stay hidden safely behind a book or a computer screen doing what you do best, research.

After Bobby died Dean took you in like you were one of their own, and you'd been living with them in hotels and wherever else they found refuge until they found the bunker that you all now called home.

You knew Disney movies weren't exactly for adults, and that it wasn't exactly an acceptable thing to do for women your age to sit around and watch Disney movies on a Friday night instead of going and hanging out with friends or trying to hook up with someone, but you were never a people person, and Disney was a good way of escaping the reality that you were never going to be 'that girl'.

The girl that all the guys drooled over when they walked into a bar, or the girl that turned heads just walking down the aisle at a supermarket.

Nope, that would never be you.

With a perfect body, and a perfect figure with the perfect clothes, and the perfect makeup. You were always overweight. Thyroid problems plagued you all your life, and it wasn't exactly something you could control, even though you tried everything from diets, drugs, and exercises that were almost military level.

You were who you were, love handles and all, and there was going to be no changing it, because nothing ever worked, or ever worked the way you wanted it too anyway.

When you walked in a barroom, or in the supermarket, if you didn’t feel like people were staring and snickering, you just felt like they were avoiding you at all costs. Which only made you even more of a recluse, and even more selfconscious.

Disney movies gave you this false feeling that maybe, just maybe, there was a prince charming out there for everyone, and someday, someone would come to sweep you off your feet, and not give a shit what you looked like, or what flaws you had...

You wished that prince charming would be Dean, but hey, you weren't diluted. Dean didn't go for girls like yourself, so you never let your self entertain thoughts and feelings that would slip in your way concerning Dean...It was just easier to deal with reality if you didn't 'deal' with reality, and rather found a way of distraction...

Somewhere around the beginning of Shrek the Third you drifted off to sleep on your bed with your TV still playing in front of you. You don't know how long you were asleep when you heard something crash in the direction of the kitchen, but it must not have been long, because the same show was still playing in the background of your consciousness as you were startled awake by the noise.

Your eyes popped open like someone had thrown water on you, and you made to sit straight up, but were unable to do so...

A Snickering sound you didn't recognize came from either side of your bed, and when you looked over there were at least four pairs of black eyes standing around your bed staring down at you.

"Looks like someone should have checked the warding before going to sleep watch... Shrek?" Demon/minion one said with a smirk as he looked from the TV to your tied up figure laying on the bed.

His gang of minions that were with him laughed mindlessly as if they were supposed to do so.

"Dean and Sam will be here any minute! You're going to regret this!" you threatened him as the credits rolled on the TV. 'Causing another course laughter to erupt from around your bed.

"Oh, we'll be long gone before then Sweetheart. Your little prince charming won't be here in time to stop what we have planned for you." Demon/ minion number two sneered as he lumbered closer to your bed, a knife playing at his lips. An involuntary shiver runs down your spin.

"Bet she's a little virgin, no woman in her right mind would be lying here on a Friday night, watching a Disney movie if she wasn't." Demon /minion number one said, mockery thick in his voice.

"Oh yeah, definitely a virgin, she's hoping some prince will save her ugly ass, but baby I hate to break it to you, this is real life, and in real life, no one wants a fat, ugly, useless Ogar laying around...Especially the Winchesters, fuck they will probably thank us when your gone, one less thing they got to worry about.." Demon/minion number four said, while number three made his way to the hallway to look around, apparently already bored with taunting you about your love for Disney movies.

"He's right you know, there's no one coming to help you, you're going to die alone, tied to this bed, with the credits rolling on something you will never have, a happy ending.." Demon/minion number one said, running the cold steel of his blade across your throat, tears involuntarily fell past your defenses as you looked around the bed, you wanted to scream, but you just couldn't get your throat to work properly.

Just as the cold steel blade cut into the skin of your arm by Demon/minion number two the unmistakable sound of a Demon being stabbed by Ruby's blade sounded from the hallway, and Dean burst through the door of your room. A look of pure rage and hate spread over his face.

Moving like a man on a mission he sliced his way through Demon's as if it were nothing at all. Pinning the last Demon against the wall, his face inches from his.

"Well, well, looks like I was wrong, Sweetheart, Prince charming did show up to save the day," the Demon spat in Dean's face. "I'm surprised at you Dean, I didn't think you were into fat girls."

Dean tightened his grip on the Demon's throat as Sam came running through the door, and to your bed, untying you and helping to sit up.

Dean slams the demon blade into the chest of the demon he was holding up against the wall by the throat, him flashing in his hold as Dean looks eye to eye with him, prolonging the death, until Dean says what it was he had to say...

"That girl right there is way more than I deserve, she's smart, beautiful, funny, and she's mine, you got me? You don't come into my house! Hurt my girl, and expect to be out of here before I kill you!! Your boss? My face was the last thing he saw!! You're too late!"

With that, he twisted the blade in the demon's chest before ripping it from the body and watching it fall to the floor with the crack of the demon that was possessing the vessel dying instantly.

Running to you Dean wraps you up in his arms, pulling you close to him, your shaking from melting against him instantly, your mind still swimming with the words that he just told the demon, and confusion clouding your overly anxious state.

"Dean, take Y/N to your room and stitch up her arm, make sure she's okay, I'll take care of this mess.." Sam said, and Dean lifts you like you weigh nothing at all, carrying you to his room, kicking the partially open door with his foot to open and close it behind him. Sitting you down on his bed gently before checking your wrist and arms.

"Dean," you said, your voice still shaking.

Dean shushes you before you could say anything.

"It's okay, Sweetheart, they're all dead, I got you, that was the last of them, I thought Sam had killed them, but apparently they had zap away before either one of us knew it...They can't hurt you anymore I promise." Dean said, looking at your arm where the demon had cut you with his blade, dabbing it, and cleaning it before putting the butterfly bandages to hold it in place while it heals. Determining that thankfully he didn't have to actually stitch you up.

The two of you sat in silence as he continued to clean the wounds around your wrist and ankles where the demon had tied you up, and once his work was done hand he was satisfied that you were well sterilized and bandaged he climbed on the bed next to you, pulling you into his hold again, and leaning back against the headboard, his arms wrapped perfectly around you like they were meant to be there.

Your mind was still racing with the words that he'd said to the demon. You were wondering if he said them out of adrenaline, or if he said them because he meant them, because people that looked like Dean, well they didn't really go for people like you... Not in real life.

The demon was right about one thing, this is real life, it's not a Disney movie, and while your prince charming did come and rescue you, he wasn't going to carry you away from all this mess, and take you off somewhere to live happily ever after... That just didn't happen to people like you.

"Well," Dean said in a huff as he settled the covers around you. "Looks like my little secret's out..."

You chuckled darkly, way too caught up in your own head to actually believe him...

"It's okay Dean, you don't have to lie to make me feel better. I know you were just sticking up for me with those demons, that you really didn't mean any of it, it's okay."

You tried to sit up before the waterworks could start again, but Dean pulled you back down to him.

"What are you talking about Y/N? I didn't say that just because I was sticking up for you for some demon scum, Baby he was right about one thing, I ain't no Prince Charming, and in the life we live there are very rarely any happy endings, but I meant every word I said back there."

You shook your head and made to sit up again still not believing him, and he places both hands on the side of your head, making you look into his piercing green eyes, the ones that only existed in the Disney movies you loved so much, or fanfiction that fans of Chuck's old Supernatural books wrote on the internet. Even though you'd never admit it to Dean, those had become a guilty pleasure for you too..

Something there surprised you though...

Instead of disgust, or whatever else you expected to see there... You saw something else entirely...

Love maybe?

"Baby girl, your smart, beautiful, funny, innocent in a lot of ways that makes you a better person than I'll ever be able to be, you patient with me when most people would have already given up, you believe in me when no one else does, you have the most amazing personality than I've ever seen in another person, you're the reason I still have faith in humanity because until I met you, I thought all the good things in this world were lost to me, and I mean it when I say I don't deserve you, not even for a second, but if you will have me...Baby, I'm yours....I'm not some knight in shining armor, more like some street tramp that you found in behind the dumpsters, but baby girl I know what I feel about you..and I know I'm in love with you...If You tell me to fuck off baby girl I'll do it, but please, tell me you feel something too, and it's not just my imagination..."

You sat there dumbfounded with your jaw on the floor. Of all things you expected him to say, that was not one of them...

Or any of them for that matter...

"Baby girl, say something," Dean said, his eyes searching you, fear of rejection shining stronger in them with each passing second...

"Dean. I've loved you from the moment I met you."

Dean closed the distance between the two of you, his mouth claiming yours instantly in a heated kiss. Lowering you on the bed with him, his arms still securely around you.

Dean's tongue slid across your lower lips, begging you for entrance that you gladly granted him.. Tasting you, drawing you in deeper to him. His body melting against your own, the sizable bulge in his jeans pressing against your center as you spread your legs and allow him to fit between them perfectly like he was always meant to be there...

You vaguely register your clothes being stripped from your body, but Dean was so good at kissing you drunk that you really didn't care what he was doing to you. There were insecurities screaming in the back corner of your thoughts. He didn't allow them to linger though as he worked his way down your body, over the mound of your breast, stopping long enough to give each an equal amount of attention that had his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

He continued his track down your body, nipping at your thighs and your hips, your body screaming for him, every touch too much, and at the same time not enough. His mouth finally made its way to your center, and he locked eyes with you for a moment before running his tongue through your soaking folds. Tasting you and sending a wave of white hot pleasure burning through your veins.

He took it slowly at first, lightly lapping at your swollen bundle of nerves. Letting you adjust to him before he was eating at you like a starving man, driving you close and closer to your release.

His thick fingers found their way into your tight cunt, first one, then two, curling inside of you, hitting that place inside you with the exact pressure of his curled fingers, your body arches off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure washes over your body. The coil winding tight in your belly before, and before long you were falling over the edge into pure bliss. Dean never stopped working your through your release until you had finally come down from your high.

Stripping himself quickly he crawled back up your body like a predator crawling up his prey, a cocky smirk plastered all over those perfect lips of his before he catches yours in a sweet, searing kiss.

"You sure you want to do this sweetheart, we can stop here, I don't have to...I mean I don't want you to think..."

Before he could ramble anymore you lean forward and capture his lips in yours, giving him a chaste kiss as his hands wander up your bare sides.

"Dean, I'm sure..."

His piercing green eyes search yours for any hint of hesitation as he lines himself up with your center. running his tip through your folds, collecting as much of your slick as he could before slowly pushing his way inside of you, stretching you and filling you in a way no other man had ever been able to.

You weren't a virgin by any means, but Dean was definitely the biggest man you'd ever been with, and it took you a moment to adjust to him. He waited patiently for you to relax before slowly starting to thrust in and out of you, his lips barely ever leaving yours as your arms made their way around his shoulders, and your hands wandered up into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to you.

With every stroke he seemed to be hitting new and better places deep inside of you that no one ever reached before, driving you higher and higher... Little moans and the sound of his flesh hitting your filling the room his pace continues to pick up, his mouth traveling down your throat to your pulse point as he sucked his mark there, one that you knew you'd never be able to cover up, but you didn't care who knew you were his.

Before long he had your body withering underneath him. Your body so close to another release that you were visibly shaking. Your walls flutter around him with every thrust he made into you.

"Dean..."

"I know baby, let go, I've got you," his own pace started to falter.

Your walls collapsed around him, and your body arched into him as he released thick ropes of cum into you, painting your walls with his seed, his cock throbbing as he thrust into you slowly, dragging out both of your high.

When you both came down from your highs he slowly pulled himself out of you, giving you a quick peck on the lips before retreating to the bathroom, bringing back a washcloth, cleaning you up gently, then settling down next to you, pulling the covers over the two of you, and wrapping you up tight in his arms.

"You okay?" he asked you, playing with your hair as you nuzzled into him. letting the warmth of his body wash over you.

"More than okay," you tell him, breathing him in deep. Trying to commit everything to memory, not wanting to forget one moment of this first night together..

"You tired?" Dean asks you, after a while of just laying there in each other's arms.

"Nope, not even a little bit," you admitted, adrenaline still pumping through your veins from the demon attack, to Dean finally telling you he had feelings for you, to this... You're probably going to be up for a while.

"Wanna watch something on TV?" he asks, leaning up and turning on Disneys plus with his controller that he kept next to his bed.

"Dean, we don't have to watch Disney movies if you don't want to, and would rather watch something else," you tell him, the demon's words from earlier still stung a little, and you didn't want Dean to think you were childish, and that he'd made a mistake by letting you in..

"Fuck that, I wanna watch Disney," he said, with a chuck, as you looked up at him with a quizzical look on your face.

"Now I can watch Disney and Sammy will think it's because of you, and won't give me any shit about it."

He smiled down at you, turning on Lady And The Tramp, and snuggling the two of you into the covers.

You couldn't help the stupid smile that was spreading over your face. Sure in this life you didn't get a lot of 'happily ever afters', but this right now felt pretty damn close...

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happylittletrees3 · 3 years

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Hello happy! This is for the oneshot prompts, if you're still looking for things to write. I'd love to see the Voltron crew try to go the supermarket. Chaos will ensue and I think that might be fun to work with. You don't have to take this prompt if you don't want to though.

Sincerely,

cabin13counselor

Cross posted on AO3

“We’re not buying a cow this time, understand?”

“You can't buy a cow at Walmart, Hunk, for fucks sake!”

Lance stifled a laugh as Hunk and Pidge arguments started before they had even walked through the door. The team (minus Coran who was terrified of Walmart for some reason) had decided to go on a grocery run to show Allura more of Earth's culture.

The war with the Galra had ended three months ago. The whole team had managed to settle down on Earth after everything was said and done. None of them were giving up on Voltron-the Galra weren’t the only people in the universe causing harm anyways-but they all thought they deserved a break, at least for a little bit.

Keith grabbed a cart from the return and pulled a pad of paper out of his pocket. It was one of those small flip books that grandpas and other old people carried in the front pocket of polo shirts, but he had just shoved one into his jacket pocket like it was normal for seventeen year old's to carry them around.

Lance thought it was kinda hot to be honest. Maybe that was just because it was Keith.

“Ok, we need...a lot of stuff actually,” Keith said, flipping a few of the pages in the notepad, “Who wrote down birdseed?”

“Are you not supposed to feed them?” Allura asked, leaning over Keith's shoulder to look at the list, “It was my understanding it was perfectly safe.”

“Well you can,” Shiro says, grabbing some apples and setting them in the cart, “But we’ve had to clean the lions four times in the last week, so I think you should stop feeding the birds.”

“But they’re so pretty! I don’t believe they’re making that big of a mess, it must be some other creature from your planet.”

“Allura do you remember those fuzzy worms from Kypen?”

“The ones that tried to eat us?”

“Yeah it's like that,” Pidge says, tossing a head of lettuce into the grocery cart, “Most birds won’t actively try to kill you but they are a nuisance.”

“I shall stop feeding them then,” Allura said, making a face, “I did not like those worms.”

“That got through to her?” Keith whispered to Lance, “I’ve been trying to get her to stop for weeks but the furry worms get her to quit feeding the bastards?”

Lance snorted, glancing over Keith's shoulder at the list, “There's a lot of stuff on here, do we want to split up for all of this?”

Shiro glances at the list and winces, “I’ll grab another cart.”

“Probably two,” Hunk says, looking at the list. They’re all crowing Keith at that point, who shoves them away with a growl.

“It's not my fault you all eat like pigs! I wrote down what you told me to!”

Shiro comes back with two more carts, handing one off to Allura, “Me and Allura can take one page, Hunk and Pidge another, and Lance and Keith can take the rest.”

Keith rips off the proper pages and hands them out to the others. Lance glances through what's left for them and nods.

“Most of that is in the freezer aisle or deli right?”

He's still leaning over Keith's shoulder and Lance notices the other boy is blushing a little-weird.

He pulls back and jumps into the front of the cart, crossing his legs with a grin, “So, what's first on the list?”

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“You paired Keith and Lance together on purpose, correct?”

Shiro blinks, turning to Allura. He was trying to find the brand of sauce Keith had written down (apparently Hunk got picky with his pasta sauces) and she was leaning against the shopping cart with her lips pursed into a frown.

“What do you mean?”

“Well they obviously like each other,” Allura says, looking confused.

“Well yeah we all like each other,” he says confused, “We’ve been friends for years.”

“I thought Humans used the word “like” in a romantic connotation,” she says, taking the sauce from him and setting in the cart, “This is the correct sauce by the way.”

“Lance and Keith like like each other?!?” Shiro says, eyes widening.

“You did not notice?” Allura says, turning the corner towards the chips, “I assumed it was common knowledge. They are constantly together and Keith blushes every time Lance is within five feet of him. And Lance never stops talking about him!”

Shiro blinks, thinking back on all of their interactions with each other, “Huh. You know, I kinda see it now that you mention it. Do Pidge and Hunk know?”

“Well yes, they’re the first ones who noticed.”

“Alright then,” he says, double checking that the list said seven bags of Doritos. Why did they need that many? “So what are we doing to get them to notice they like each other?”

Allura smirks, “Hunk said he had it under control. Pidge was laughing maniacally when he told me this so I would assume it involves explosives or someone getting arrested.”

“How did you get to that conclusion?”

“Pidge was wondering about bail costs,” Allura says, ignoring Shiro's shocked expression and grabbing the required seven bags of Doritos without complaint.

This was going to be an interesting shopping trip.

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Pidge was going out of her way to make this an interesting shopping trip.

Her and Hunk speed ran their grocery list, practically sprinting down the aisles. They were after all the shampoo and hygiene related stuff (an absurd amount of toilet paper, honestly) and had checked out after ten minutes of intense shopping.

It took another five minutes to load everything up and run back in the store and that's when the chaos started.

Pidge had always wanted to know how easy it would be to climb the shelves in supermarkets, and it was easy to do the math or even just think about it, but it was much more satisfying to just do it.

Given that it was Walmart, no one really noticed Pidge hopping from shelf to shelf. They were too focused on the lady screaming at the manager about whether or not her furiously barking chihuahua was allowed in the store (it wasn’t).

She finally found the aisle where Keith and Lance were. They were pulling frozen pizzas out and shoving them into the cart while arguing about which lion was better, Red or Blue. It was an old argument with the two that had happened enough times that Pidge recognized the causal banter and lack of poison behind the words.

It was all intense flirting and Pidge was tired of it.

On top of the freezers the excess boxes. Pidge hid behind them and grabbed some of the smaller ones, uncapping a marker with her mouth at the same time.

This would totally work.

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Keith jolted as something made contact with his head. It was a box with the Skittles logo on the side, and he turned trying to figure out where it came from. Lance was blinking, holding a similar sized box and utterly confused.

It was adorable.

Keith fought back a blush and looked back at the box. They were in the freezer aisle so he wasn’t sure where where a Skittles box could have come from-

Wait.

There was writing on the side of the box that definitely didn’t come from any of the manufacturers.

HE LIKES YOU BACK DUMBASS SO KISS HIM BEFORE I STAB YOU

Keith blinked, looking from the box to Lance. His heart feels like it's going to break out of his chest. Keith frantically searches around him for someone who could have thrown the box but no ones there.

“Keith?”

He looks back at Lance, who's giving him a weird look, “What?”

“Is this true?”

“Is what true?”

Lance turns the box in his hands to face Keith and the same words on the Skittles box are written on the one Lance is holding. It's a box for Trolli Sour Brite Crawlers, Keith notices, but that's really not the important bit.

“I-I don’t know what's going on,” he chokes out, practically whispering the words.

Lance is still staring at him, but his face is breaking out in a smile. Suddenly he's taking confident steps towards Keith and cupping his face with his hands and-

And they’re kissing in the freezer aisle of Walmart.

Keith kisses him back, obviously, and he hears someone whoop in celebration. He ignores in and pulls Lance in closer, relishing in the contact.

“Hey! Get down from there kid!”

Keith blinks as a figure crashes down in front of him, scrambling into the cart. He barely registers that it's Pidge falling from the sky before she's gesturing for them to go.

“Hurry before they arrest me!”

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They make it out of Walmart without anyone being arrested, but it's a close call.

Lance is holding Keith's hand as they walk out, carrying the frozen pizzas and random frozen goods in their other hands. Pidge is skipping along ahead of them, smiling like a dumbass.

“How did you know?” Keith mutters, leaning close to Lance's neck. It sends chills up his spine and he can’t help but green.

“The handwriting on the box was Pidges.”

“Wait really?”

“Yeah, you didn't notice?”

“I...I was more concerned with being hit with a flying box.” Keith mutters, loading the bags into the back of the van. Hunk is waiting in the front seat and smiles when he sees Keith and Lances intertwined hands.

“So Pidges plan worked then?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Pidge says, kicking her feet up on the dash.

“Oh shut up Pidge, we all saw you jumping off the shelves,” Keith says, cuddling into Lance. He grins, swinging an arm around Keith's shoulders.

“Hey is that Allura?” Hunk says looking out the window with a frown.

Lance turns and sees Shiro pushing the shopping cart towards them, running at a dead sprint. Allura is sitting in the cart, holding on for dear life. A lady with a chihuahua was running after them screaming bloody murder and being chased by two cops trying to placate her.

“Start the car!” Shiro shouts, throwing grocery bags into the open trunk and leaping over the seat, “Start the car!”

Hunk does and they speed off, barely evading the shouting workers and cops.

“What did you do?” shouted Pidge, holding onto the safety bars for dear life.

“A woman was yelling at us!” Allura says, frantically buckling her seatbelt, “Said something about unnatural hair colors and wouldn’t stop screaming and was very annoyed with us taking the last bag of rice!”

“Karen,” says the rest of the group, with Pidge beginning to cackle in the front seat.

“Was that her name?” Shiro asks, double checking his seatbelt. This prompts Pidge and Hunk to explain the concept of a Karen to both him and Allura, but Lance tunes it out. He's too busy staring at Keith, whos smiling for the first time in a while.

Yeah, it was a good day.

#long post #fanfiction #voltron #pidge #hunk #keith kogane #shiro #lance #allura #fanfiction request #one shot #shopping mall #swearing tw #police mention tw #tw karens #chaos in a shopping mall buddies

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iraacundus · 4 years

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Butterfly Lies - ONE

chapter one ✭ masterlist ✭ next ✭

mafialeader kun x reader

words: 4k

genre: fluff, smut (in later chapters), angst

warnings: mentions of knives and guns

money makes people do strange things, is what people would say, it can even motivate them to murder. kun didn’t have people killed for the money, he had them killed for the power, he was a monster among men, is what people would say. in reality kun had only ever been motivated by one thing, his love for you

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Kun had always been kind of sketchy. Even the day when you first met him at fifteen, you knew he wasn’t your average guy. You had been coerced by a group of friends to go shoplift the all night supermarket with them. You remembered standing outside with them in a group, going in two by two to steal vodka and gum. It was freezing cold and a stupid idea.

You had always been a well behaved kid so when you ‘friend’ told you it was your turn to steal some stuff you started to panic, mostly because they had asked you to go first, they thought you were naïve enough to try it.

You weren’t. But you did panic, instead of telling them you didn’t want to steal anything you just ran away. You hadn’t even know where you were running to but your feet kept moving, one in front of the other.

It only took those few minutes of you running to be lost, no idea where you were, twilight fading into dark. You had no phone and no money, you were just lost.

You started to walk back in the direction you vaguely believed to be the right one, two frightened to ask any of the people around for directions. You had never lived on the best side of town but now you were firmly in the worst part.

After about half an hour of aimless walking you sat down, head in your hands, really starting to panic. When you felt a tap on your shoulder you were sure the next conversation you were going to have would be your last.

Kun always said you were kind of dramatic.

It was him who had tapped you on the shoulder and sat down next to you, an easy going smile on his face. You felt a warmth from his presence which is why you didn’t immediately get up and run for the hills again.

You still thought he was kinda sketchy though. He was around your age, maybe a year or so older than you.

“You okay there?” He asked you, unbothered by your panicked demeanour. You shook your head.

“I’m totally lost,” you replied, deciding the details of your exact situation could be withheld. You had decided Kun seemed like the kind of guy who would have just stolen the vodka. You knew that was a biased judgement. You looked at the bruise on his cheek and his dark clothing and decided he looked like a gang member. The handle of a flick knife sticking out of his pocket hadn’t helped.

You hadn’t been wrong.

“I can give you some directions if you want, my name’s Kun by the way,” he said, holding out his hand for you to shake. If all gang members were that polite you didn’t thank they deserved they rep.

Kun was rather unique you came to find out.

“I’m y/n,” you replied, shaking his hand timidly. His grip was firm in comparison, he just had a certain kind of confidence.

“Well y/n, I’ll walk you back to your neighbourhood, no need to fear when I’m around… not a lot of people mess with me.”

Looking back you could almost laugh. He may have worn dark clothes and carried a knife but there wasn’t much threatening about Kun at sixteen. He had fluffy hair and a bright smile. One of the first thoughts you had when you were saw him was that he was kinda cute.

So you became friends from that day onwards. He walked on you home and you thought you would never see him again.

Yet two days later he turned up at your door with a phone with his number in. You didn’t want to take it at first. You knew it probably wasn’t obtained legally. However you couldn’t afford a phone of your own so you took it from him.

You blamed it on the smile, you couldn’t say no.

To some he may have just been a local teenage criminal, but to you he was like a personal hero.

He was always there for you even when he didn’t support your choices.

Like when you started to date Minjun at seventeen. Kun hated Minjun and he hated that you liked him even more. You could tell just from the glare he emitted any time your boyfriend was near. He also told you he thought Minjun was a bad guy. You brushed him off, didn’t listen.

Four months later you wished you had listened when you walked across the room at a party only too see Minjun kissing another girl. He wasn’t even trying to hide it which you were not sure if it made it worse or better.

Either way you turned up at Kun’s apartment crying your eyes. Kun never asked any questions, he didn’t say ‘I told you so,’ he just hugged you and let you cry until you felt better.

His apartment at the time was small and he shared it with like four of his friends but none of them ever seemed to bother you. Not even as you loudly wept in their kitchen.

“You were right, he’s an asshole,” you said as Kun handed you some water and a jumper of his to wear, it was a cold night.

“I’m sad I was right… for your sake,” he said frowning as he looked at your tear stained cheeks, “I swear I will fucking beat that guy senseless, he deserves it.” Kun’s knuckles were white against his own glass of water, you were scared it would smash.

Because Kun did have a scarier side by eighteen. You never really asked him what he was involved him, but you knew it had become much more serious. Whenever you had met up with him he always had cuts and bruises.

He would get phone calls at random times of day and just leave apologetically. There was always the faintest smell of disinfectant in his car. And it scared you so you never asked.

“He’s not worth it,” you said, really hoping Kun wouldn’t get himself into trouble by beating up someone like Minjun who had a rich dad who could afford rich lawyers.

He didn’t listen though, the next time you had seen Minjun he had two black eyes, something you had no idea how Kun had achieved without lawsuits.

You had tried to have a go at Kun for beating him up, tried to express how that wasn’t the answer.

Kun just shrugged,

“Some people just need a good punch in the face, I’ve always wanted to hit him, him not deserving you was just the tip of the iceberg.”

You had to admit Kun just got more intimidating over the years. Three years later you were sitting with him in a restaurant eating dinner. He had offered to buy you dinner to celebrate your end of year results for university.

He had taken you to a fancy restaurant that you would never have chosen. He talked and laughed with you as you ate, the same way he would have when you were sixteen, but he didn’t seem to fully be there. You could tell his mind was focused on other things, no matter how well he hid it.

“Are you okay?” you asked him, your fingers playing with a glass holding the most expensive wine you had ever drunk, “you seem worried about something?”

Kun shook his head, obviously lying to you.

“I’m as fine as I’ve ever been. Do you like the food?” he countered. You didn’t press the matter. You still never asked questions. You liked your version of Kun and so you knew you probably wouldn’t like the answer to any questions you could ask.

“The foods great, but probably overpriced,” you said, causing Kun to smile. He pushed a small box over to you, scrunching up the tablecloth slightly as a result. That seemed to panic the waiter nearby. It was a fancy restaurant.

You took the box and opened it. Inside was a beautiful but rather ostentatious bracelet. You could only imagine what it cost.

“I told you to stop buying me things Kun,” you sighed slightly. It wasn’t that you weren’t grateful, but it was hard to accept such lavish gifts, “I don’t have the money to get you nice things in return, I got you a frog alarm clock for your birthday, you can’t just buy me diamond bracelets for every time we meet.”

“I didn’t steal it, if that’s what you are worried about?” Kun said, his eyes glancing to a recent text message.

“That is not the issue. I just don’t want you to spend so much money on me when I can’t do the same for you and probably wouldn’t anyway because it’s sort of over the top.” You explained.

Kun turned his phone over and held his hands up playfully.

“Okay this is the last one, I will stop. I just wanted to give you a present for being such an amazingly intelligent student, Lucas helped me pick it out.”

Lucas was a friend of his. You didn’t know many of his friends, in fact Lucas and Sicheng were the only ones you knew. They only really showed up when Kun asked them too, they sometimes had drinks with him at Kun’s favourite bar but you didn’t like spending time with them.

Not because you had anything against them but it was with them that Kun was different. He was much more cold and almost never smiled.

You could never understand why.

You held out your wrist as Kun fastened the bracelet, it was one of the most wonderful pieces of jewellery you had ever seen. Even if you only had your seven pound hoop earrings and your ten pound ring to compare it too.

You really wanted to ask where Kun was getting all this money all of a sudden, but at the same time you still didn’t want to know.

Kun only became colder, even towards you in the weeks that followed that dinner. He would talk less when you met up and more often than that he would blow you off before you even got to the proposed location.

You ignored his antics and went back to studying. You had a life outside of Kun, one that was very different. You had lots of friends at uni, guys you would hook up with casually, you weren’t interested in dating. You were a top student in your economics class. Not even your closest friends even knew Kun existed.

When he wasn’t there you missed him. For years he had been your closest friend, your teenage hero. So when a whole month had passed in which he had ignored your calls, you decided to give up your policy of non-interference, no questions asked.

You got the bus to his apartment and climbed up the many flights of stairs, looking for the best graffiti you could find on your walk up. The whole stairwell was covered in art of a single letter. The letter V.

When you got to Kun’s apartment and knocked on the door you didn’t get an answer even though you could tell the light inside was on.

You banged on the door again harder this time.

“Open up Kun, I know your ignoring me and I’ve had enough, if you could at least explain why, it would be appreciated!” you shouted.

You started to hear whispering and rustling from inside the house and so you decided to wait. A few minutes later a boy you had never seen before opened the door.

“Are you y/n?” he asked, his head just visible in the small gap he had opened to talk to you.

“Yeah, I’m looking for Kun, last time I checked he lived here?” you said, slightly confused as to what was going on.

“Yeah he moved out about six months ago, Xiaojun’s calling him now… I would let you in but Kun said that I was never allowed to let a girl named y/n into the apartment unless he was here so, I apologise for that. I’m Ten by the way,” He gave you an apologetic smile before closing the door in your face.

You sunk down against the wall, seriously questioning your continued choice to be friends with Kun. You didn’t understand how he could take you out to a fancy dinner one week and then ignore you for the following month.

You didn’t think sixteen year old Kun would have done the same.

It was dark before you saw a black SUV pull up by the apartment block and Kun get out. He jogged over to the building and up the stairs before stopping in front of you.

“Have you really been sitting out here all this time?” he asked, his face concerned.

“Only because you told your buddies I wasn’t allowed in,” you replied, unamused, “you didn’t want to mention it to me that you moved house?”

“I’m sorry,” was all he managed to say.

“I only came to look for you because you won’t return my calls. What’s wrong Kun, did I upset you or something because if so we can fix it, don’t just ignore me, we’ve been friends for years.”

“I’m not mad at you or upset with you, I’ve literally never been mad at you y/n,”

“Then why have you been ignoring me?”

“It’s complicated and..”

“I’m top of my class I’m sure I can follow.”

You realised that in asking him this you were finally asking something about the life you had never asked him about before. Sometimes you wished you had asked him what he was doing from the start.

Kun didn’t reply, he took your hand in his and started to lead you back down the stairs and out to his SUV.

He opened the door for you to get in. It was as nice a car inside as it was outside, soft leather seats that were heated and a touch screen dashboard.

“I’ll show you my new apartment,” was all he said before starting the ignition. The silence was pervasive so you switched on the radio, only to hear the news headlines.

“A series of murders have been linked to gang violence, possibly associated with the rise of the gang known only as V, though this is thought to be an alias. Police have launched an investigation but are no further in.”

You switched the radio straight back off. You had seen the graffiti, you knew that whatever Kun was involved in it had to do with this V.

Kun sighed slightly. He must have been able to tell you knew from the way you violently turned the radio back off, his eyes glancing at you in the mirror.

“I don’t want you to hate me,” Kun managed to whisper as he pulled up in front of a rather large, sophisticated looking apartment building. He got out, leaving the keys in the ignition for the valet. You followed, before he could go round and open the door for you. Gripping your phone in your hand tightly.

You didn’t think the elevator with two other people in was the best place to tell him that you would never hate him so you waited until he opened the door to his apartment and let you in.

The apartment was twelve times nicer than his old one. It was huge, had views of the city and expensive furniture. He had a large flat screen tv and soft cushions on his sofa.

“You’re doing well these days my friend,” you said, trying to ease the tension, “can we sit down?” you asked. Kun nodded, walking round and taking a seat next to you on the sofa.

“Before you say anything, I promise I won’t judge you. I’m not even asking you to tell me what you do or why, I have never asked you to do that. I know that what you do for a living isn’t legal and that’s up to you. I do care about you ignoring me though.”

“I’m sorry,” he said again, running his hands through his hair, “I’ve been busy in something I just didn’t want you to get caught up in, it has been kinda stressful. I don’t ever want to ignore you or make you feel like I don’t want to hang out with you because you have to know by now that’s not true.”

You wrapped your arms around him tightly, pulling him into a hug.

“You know that just because I don’t ask, doesn’t mean you can’t tell me, if you would rather get it of your chest I’m willing to listen. That’s what best friends are for.”

Kun pulled away shaking his head.

“I don’t ever want to get you involved in what I do.”

“Just remember I’m not fifteen and scared of the dark anymore,” you laughed, teasing your past self. Kun still didn’t laugh. His lips a firm set line.

“But you would be scared of me and I haven’t been trying to win you over for all these years just to lose you.”

His words were not a revelation. You had always been aware that Kun had some sort of crush on you, he never really hid it. You knew that had been his main issue with Minjun. He hadn’t mentioned it for almost two years and so you had thought he had finally gotten over it.

It wasn’t that you didn’t find Kun attractive, it was more that you weren’t willing to risk your friendship.

You had never been one to take risks.

“If I wanted to know would you tell me?” you asked him.

“If you wanted to know what?” he replied, playing dumb, stalling, clearly afraid you were going to ask even though you had just promised not to.

“If I wanted to know what you do, what V is, where you suddenly got all this money?”

“Probably, though it might be an abridged version of the truth,”

At least he was honest about his inability to be honest.

“Ten seemed nice,” you said, changing the subject, “he was very polite about not letting me in.”

“All my friends will be kind to you,” the way he said friends not quite sounding right. You were becoming more curious, you just wanted to know. You had been content with not knowing all these years but when he was making the news.

You suddenly were unbelievably curious. Only the pained sound of Kun’s voice when had talked about losing you prevented you from asking. You didn’t want to upset him. Preserving your friendship was still the goal.

“I think we should watch a movie,” you said grabbing the remote from the table, “unless you have work?” you paused, not thinking that Kun was probably as busy as before.

“Work is cancelled for the evening, a movie sounds great,” he said, finally managing to smile for the first time, “pick whatever one you want.”

You turned on a lighthearted animation. You weren’t really focused on the film, just happy that Kun wasn’t ignoring you because he was upset. You always felt calm when you spent time with him.

Near the end of the film it was almost midnight, you had rested your head against Kun’s shoulder, your eyelids heavy. You weren’t sure exactly when you fell asleep but woke up sometime later.

The sun was streaming through the gap in the curtains. For a moment you had no idea where you were. You realised you must have been in one of Kun’s spare rooms.

You wondered back out into the living room looking for Kun. There was a note on the kitchen counter that he had left.

Had to go to work – if im not back when you get up I left a toothbrush for you in the bathroom and there is cereal and juice in the cupboard help yourself. 

You went back into the bathroom and brushed your teeth before rifling through Kun’s cupboards in search of the cereal.

You had managed to find the milk and cereal and were only missing a spoon.

You searched through some of the smaller draws almost jumping back in fright when you saw a gun inside one of them. It was in the centre of the drawer amongst some old chopsticks and napkins.

Even for a gang member you thought it was strange he kept a gun in his drawer. You had never been scared about any of Kun’s work until that moment. The reality of him having to hide a gun for protection was one you had been hiding from.

Just the night before you had decide to ask nothing. Now you were worried about how much danger Kun was putting himself in.

You closed the drawer slowly, your heart beating fast.

When you heard a noise at the door and voices outside you panicked, the same way you had panicked at fifteen. This time you couldn’t run so you opened the drawer and pulled out the gun pointing it at the door.

Finally the door opened and Kun walked in, with Ten following behind. Both of them immediately throwing their hands in the air at the sight of you with a gun.

“Jesus Christ y/n, put the gun down what are you doing,” Kun called out.

“It’s just you,” you stuttered, your whole body shaking from adrenaline as you let the gun fall to the floor. You had no idea why you had been so afraid, why the gun had put you so on edge. “I heard voices and the door banging and…”

“So I’m gonna let you guys talk,” Ten said, backing out of the door slowly.

Once the door had closed Kun ran over and picked up the gun, placing it back inside the drawer.

“How much danger does your job put you in, is it even safe to stay here?” you asked, “because I would very much not like to be murdered in my sleep.”

“I wouldn’t let anyone kill you y/n, not in my flat, not anywhere,”

“See none of what you said there is that this is a safe place to be, fuck. I should have known that if you were involved with a gang linked to murders there was some danger but what people are out to get you, do you sleep with a gun under your pillow?”

“It’s complicated. No I don’t have a gun under my pillow that would be dangerous for all kinds of reasons. I keep one in my bedside table and one here in the kitchen drawer which I forgot you could stumble across, I’m so sorry it scared you.”

You started pacing up and down slightly.

“Can you not just quit?” you asked, ninety-eight percent sure the answer would not be the one you wanted.

“You know it doesn’t work like that.”

“Your boss would kill you right? For being a traitor, the leader of V whoever he is.”

Kun laughed slightly but not because anything was really funny.

“I wouldn’t kill myself no, but that still doesn’t mean I can just quit, people rely on me, I have stuff I want to achieve.”

It took you a while to realise what he was admitting to you. The worry in his eyes increasing with all the seconds you remained silent.

“You are the leader? You’re a gang leader, my closest friend leads a gang that is on the news for killing people.” You began to just word vomit, speaking your thoughts allowed. You thought your dramatic nature was justified given the situation.

“A few years ago all you did was steal bikes for a guy named Doyoung and get into fights. How did you end up… I don’t want to know. I’m willing to level with you Kun, I’m panicking here.”

Kun seemed helpless to help you.

“I’m still me,” he said pulling you into a hug, “I’m not saying there isn’t a danger y/n, but I’m in charge of a pretty sizeable gang, I have the power to protect myself and those around me.”

You panicked less as he hugged you, even in this situation his touch was calming.

“Why did you tell me now that you were the leader?, you could have lied,” you asked him.

“Because not telling you hasn’t made you love me any more.”

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