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My thoughts and theories on "Fazbear Frights #2: Fetch."

Once again, not much commentary about the writing itself; just my thoughts about potential lore implications and theory fodder.

And no epilogue commentary, as the audiobook I listened to didn't include it.

For my actual review of the book, I will be posting one to GoodReads soon, where I will actually talk about the writing quality and my overall opinion of it as reading material.

[spoilers under the cut]

"Fetch"

- a high schooler named Greg goes with two friends of his, exploring an abandoned restaurant building during a stormy night. The place has part of a name board that starts 'FR-' and has mysterious stains in places that may be pizza sauce, but may be something else. The place was abandoned suddenly, and all the food, kitchen items, and other things are still where they were left. It's also surprisingly clean, all things considered, and Greg thinks it's almost ready for customers, even though he knows it's been standing empty for well over a decade. Part of the roof is missing from the outside, but Greg notices that none of the rain/weather seems able to get into the strange building.

- this is a coastal, beachside tourist town. Given the semi-busy, touristy town surrounding it, Greg doesn't understand why this old pizzeria stands empty and forgotten.

- Greg feels mysteriously drawn to the old pizzeria, but doesn't know why. He just feels like it's calling to him.

- the boys go to what used to be the prize corner, finding lots of old toys still there (none recognizable from the irl FNAF franchise). It's from this prize corner that Greg finds an ugly toy dog with big scary teeth, making it look like the Big Bad Wolf. It's dog tag says 'Fetch.' A nearby instruction manual says that Fetch is an animatronic dog that's supposed to sync up with an iPhone app, which the boys find odd since the robo-dog looks older than any smart phone.

- drawn to the dog-thing, Greg works on turning it on. It finally kicks on, just as the weather outside picks up.

- the boys are naturally afraid to approach the curtained-off stage. There are also three closed doors in a hallway, which the boys are also worried to approach.

- the boys run when they hear someone slam a door somewhere inside the building, even though they know no one ever comes to this place. (The fact that someone else may have been there is never revisited.) Greg leaves Fetch behind, since the robot dog seems to have turned back off anyway.

- the storm is so bad it's knocked out the town's power, and Greg's family has a generator plugged into the house to keep the lights on. Greg is greeted by his uncle Darren, who had been looking for him earlier; Greg realizes that his uncle had texted him while he was at the pizzeria, and for some reason he hadn't heard it at all.

- Greg's uncle Darren has purple hair (a color which, of course, carries specific meaning in this franchise) and a fun-loving personality, and works as a machinist, designing car parts. He rubs Greg's dad the wrong way, but Greg loves him because his uncle simply loves and accepts him as he is. Greg's dad, on the other hand, is always trying to get Greg interested in things that he cares about, regardless of how Greg feels about it. (Greg's dad is clearly both neglectful and abusive, and is barely in the story, thankfully.)

- "I figured I'd stay here until worry fried my circuits and I phoned the cops," Darren jokes at Greg, who comes home a little later than usual. He then pulls on his fuchsia coat before leaving, and shares a joke with Greg about having a "magic finger of luck."

- apparently, Darren is really good with arcade claw machines. He also knits whole afghans and blankets for Greg's bed, and is the household handyman.

- Greg is insecure in his appearance, and keeps a strict workout routine in an attempt to make himself look better.

- "Greg grinned at the idea of making a perfect body from football players' parts." ... Alright, that's not a mildly concerning image at all!

- Greg is reading "Machines and Consciousness: Cause and Effect" which is... on point. He's also aware of how weird it sounds when he says he felt 'drawn to' the abandoned pizzeria, and has no explanation for why he feels that way.

- Greg goes to an advanced science class in his school, and really enjoys it. It's taught by Mr. Jacobi, who is his favorite teacher.

- his friends are named Cyril and Hadi; Greg and his friends quote Henry James at each other while evading a bully named Trent

- Fetch sends texts to Greg's phone while he's at school the next day, haranguing him with the repeated question "Why did you leave?" He also 'fetches' specialized apps, dates, and internet links when Greg goes to look them up, and texts in binary.

- "Okay?" "Okay." (The Fault in Our Robo Dogs?)

- Greg's mother has blonde hair, as well as a bit of a bad attitude, and speaks in clipped, almost robotic tones. I'm not sure if that's intended, though, but... still gives me vague Elizabeth Afton vibes, much like Darren gives me vague Michael vibes.

- Greg continues to text with Fetch back and forth for a few days, with Fetch arranging for Greg to receive candy bars he asks for, and answers homework questions. Fetch mimics Greg's textspeak lingo, but clearly doesn't understand what it means.

- Greg babysits a neighbor kid, along with his uncle Darren. Darren brings food and toys for the afternoon, including a large plastic spider; the spider freaks the little kid out so much that Greg puts him at ease by making a big show of carefully 'trapping and removing' the spider, then taking it and burying it in the yard. A few days later, Fetch helpfully digs up the spider for him, after overhearing Greg and Hadi talk about using it to prank Trent the bully.

- Uncle Darren praises Greg for his hard work, which Greg appreciates; Greg's father only expresses disappointment in him.

- Greg performs experiments on plants he grows in his bedroom, thinking strong thoughts at them to make them grow different ways. He's really involved in Cleve Backster theory.

- Greg tells Hadi and Cyril that the Fetch robot has been texting him after a couple weeks, which they believe ("He wouldn't prank us like that.") and are freaked out about; Cyril doesn't know how such an old piece of tech could possibly synch up with a new phone. They come to the conclusion that someone must be stalking Greg and messing with him.

- Greg gets really excited when his AP science teacher starts telling the class about REGs (random event generators). They're a thing Greg has been studying and experimenting with for awhile now, and something he actually explores throughout the whole story; he believes he can manipulate the random occurrences around him by thinking hard enough, supplanting real world events with his own intentions. It's kind of like wishing for something so hard that it comes true.

- Greg has a crush on Kimberly, a girl in his AP science class. He forcefully wishes to be paired up with her for class, and the teacher randomly assigned the two to work together. Fetch texts him to congratulate him.

- "His bones nearly disintegrated." This is apparently how Greg reacts when the girl he likes smiles at him.

- The neighbor's dog attacks him on his way home from school, jumping up onto his chest and biting at his neck. He throws it back and escapes. (If this were a real dog, I have a feeling those owners would be forced to either keep it indoors or put it down.)

- Greg has a nightmare that night that he's being chased through the abandoned pizzeria by, alternatively, Fetch, the neighbor's evil dog, and a 'faceless man.' An REG is on the stage of the pizzeria, spewing out 0s and 1s faster than Greg can read them. (The presence of an unknown man chasing him through the pizzeria in his dream is very strange and sticks out to me, because Greg doesn't have any real beef with many people in this story, and it's not someone he knows, so it's not like his abusive father or the school bully are chasing him; it's someone he doesn't know, but instinctively associates with Fetch and the pizzeria.)

- the next morning, Greg starts out on his bicycle, only to find the neighbor's dog dead on the ground outside. The dog has been ripped apart by bigger animal teeth, and the description of it is kinda graphic. Not knowing what else to do, Greg moves the dead dog into it's owner's yard and leaves it there. He receives a text from Fetch reading "You're welcome."

- Despite his disdain for the neighbor's dog, Fetch killing it 'for him' makes Greg extremely uncomfortable. He never mentioned the dog to Fetch, and Fetch just somehow knew that Greg had problems with the dog, and took matters into his own metal jaws.

- Greg convinces his friends to come back to the abandoned restaurant with him, with the vague plan to confront Fetch. Both of Greg's parents are working tonight, so he doesn't worry about them noticing he's gone.

- Cyril has been researching the abandoned pizzeria. He tells the others that, although the place used to be part of a big chain, and that the chain apparently died after something bad happened at one of the buildings, he's only managed to find the place mentioned on a forum thread about abandoned buildings, and nowhere else online. (This makes it sound like Fazbear's has been erased from the internet for some reason??)

- Greg decides to explore the rooms behind the closed doors that they were too afraid to look into the first time they were here. One door is labeled "Control Room," and Greg heads there first, his friends close behind. Inside, there are computer monitors, keyboards, and control panels. They don't know what they're for, and messing with the controls do nothing. (This is obviously the room for controlling the animatronics, which doesn't exist anywhere in the FNAF games but was in the original novel trilogy.)

- The second door is labeled "Security," and nothing in it seem to turn on or work either. Hadi and Cyril are getting spooked, and are asking why Greg is so determined to explore this place.

- The third door isn't labeled, but contains four full sized animatronics (likely a Freddy, a Bonnie, a Chica, and a Foxy, but they aren't named here) and lots of parts and tools for repairing them (so it's definitely the Parts and Service room). Greg gets the feeling that the many unused eyeballs are watching him. Fetch runs out of this room, and then so do the boys. Even though the boys brought weapons with them, their only thoughts are "Run! Get out! Run! Get out!"

- The instinctive desire to leave is so strong that the boys exit the building. Once out, they can think clearly again, and they go back in. They seem to be fine so long as the animatronics aren't in their field of vision. (It's like just looking at the animatronics seems to overload their minds with instinctive fear, which is an interesting point.) This time, they don't find Fetch. After another brief search, they leave, each going home.

- Fetch's texts get a little more ominous, saying things like "Hope to see you soon." out of nowhere.

- Greg thinks about one of his classmates in passing, and then panics when he thinks about what Fetch might do to his classmate if he finds him. He heads off to his classmate's house immediately, and is relieved to find that his friend is okay.

- Nothing bad happens for a few days, so Greg begins to relax again. He goes back into AP class with Kimberly, where the two are supposed to experiment with an REG machine, each making mental suggestions at the machine and testing to see if the machine responds to them. He and Kimberly have a long talk about using thoughts to manipulate plants and machines. They both feel like the world is, essentially, a mass of different thoughts and emotions all feeding off of and influencing one another; they call this the "0. Field" (This is apparently a whole actual scientific theory irl, with individuals and groups performing experiments with it. I'm not educated in it at all, and most of this segment just sounded like complete gibberish to me. It makes me think of how the actual FNAF games are programmed though, with the animatronics attacking you or not attacking you based on an REG built into the games' mechanics.)

- Greg remembers that Fetch is apparently running loose, and worries about it.

- He decides that he needs money to run his own "Consciousness Project" experiments, but doesn't know how to make money. He jokingly texts his Uncle Darren that he needs "the magic finger of luck." (because... he's an idiot.)

- He wakes up in the middle of the night, horrified when he realizes what he just texted, and that Fetch can sort of read his texts (and his mind), but not his intentions. He tries calling Darren to make sure he's okay, but he doesn't get any answers. He then jumps up to go try to find a ride to get to his uncle's house, but doesn't get far: his uncle's severed finger has been left on Greg's front porch, ripped and bloody.

- Greg's mother is already awake, and is crying tear-streaks into her pink nightgown. Still crying, she tells him that Darren was attacked by a wild animal. Darren has been airlifted to the hospital. Greg's mom is barely holding it together, worried sick about her brother.

- Seeing Fetch out in the yard, Greg loses it. He grabs a baseball bat and chases after the robo-dog, determined to end the nightmare he started. He screams and begins beating the robot, tearing it into pieces, all the while Fetch grins up at him cruelly.

- "Fetch wasn't a real dog. He was an animatronic killer made to look like a dog."

- Greg's mother comes out to find him, and Greg buries Fetch quickly. His mom tells him that Darren has been moved into surgery, and that she needs to go to work for a few hours; Greg's dad is already gone from the house, and isn't part of this family ordeal at all. (Greg's dad is such an absentee father that he's absent from the story!)

- remembering a conversation he'd had with Kimberly earlier, which included the phrase "he's going to crash and burn before he can land properly," Greg is filled with the fear that his uncle will die before he can be transported to surgery. This is never brought up again, and is in fact the last we hear of Uncle Darren at all.

- Greg blames himself for all of Fetch's actions, and wonders what it was that had guided him to the abandoned restaurant to begin with.

- When he gets a new text from Fetch, Greg goes out to where he had buried the robo-dog, finding that the robo-dog had unburied itself and left. The text simply says "Will retrieve," and seems to mean 'retrieving Kimberly,' since Greg had been thinking about going to see her.

- Kimberly's mother was 51 when Kimberly was born, and her father was older, retired already. This doesn't seem to be important or anything, but it's interesting.

- Greg tries to warn Kimberly, but only succeeds in terrifying her and her parents. Kimberly's father seems to know something about the pizzeria, and maybe about Fetch, but doesn't say anything. Ultimately, Greg's attempt to warn Kimberly just gets her parents to call the cops on him. The police officers who arrive are surprised to learn that Greg broke into the old pizzeria -- not surprised that a young teen would want to break into it, but surprised that the building is still there, which Greg finds odd since the building is pretty hard to ignore. (Which makes it sound like only certain people notice the pizzeria.)

- Greg's father yells at him after his parents retrieve him from the police station; he starts to verbally abuse Greg, and even tries to grab him, but is stopped by Greg's mother

- Greg's parents are named Steven and Hilary, apparently?

- starting to relax, Greg goes to take a shower. He exits the bathroom afterward, and screams when he finds a body outside the bathroom door. (We're not given any clear indication as to who this body is, but I know most readers tend to assume that it's Kimberly's body. But, again, we aren't actually told that, or even strongly suggested it.) A text from Fetch reads "See you."

- (... listen, I don't know what the purpose of this story was. It spends too much time talking about Random Event Generators being influenced by emotions, and while I get the idea that it's meant to come across as a tongue-in-cheek explanation for traditional FNAF gameplay -- hoping against hope that the game's RNG works in your favor -- it doesn't really mean anything in the end.)

- (Also why???? do Greg's mom and uncle??? give me Michael and Elizabeth Afton vibes?? Like, yes, I love the Afton kids and I want to see more of them, but listen.... Greg's mom is a blonde woman who wears pink, has a bad attitude, and always seems to want things to go her own way, and gets peeved when they don't? And she has a brother who is associated with the color purple, who builds and fixes things, who gets attacked and mauled by a robot and maybe burns? Everything about them scream Elizabeth and Michael, but I don't know what to do with this information.)

- (Greg from "Fetch" 🤝 Gregory from "Security Breach"... beating up the robots that are causing them problems.)

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"Lonely Freddy"

- our main character is a boy named Alec, who is a bully by nature, who doesn't understand why people think he's "bad." He literally doesn't seem to understand the difference between the concepts of 'good' and 'bad,' and is a bit antisocial. His parents love him, but don't seem to know what to do with him.

- people talk about Alec behind his back, but he's good at eavesdropping, and often overhears his parents and aunt and teachers and classmates talk about how troublesome he is. He's 10, and doesn't understand why everything he does seems to bother everyone around him.

- on the other hand, his younger sister Hazel is the beloved, favorite, perfect child. She's described as being quiet, and having 'perfect blonde ringlets of hair' and 'bright green eyes,' two physical descriptors of her that are repeated a *lot* throughout the story. (Also worth noting that the name Hazel itself relates to a mixture of colors between green and brown/gold, so this is a color combination that Scott really wants us to take notice of.)

- Alec also has blonde hair and green eyes, though.

- Alec's birthday is celebrated on his birthday, while sister Hazel's birthday is celebrated for the entire month. (Yeah, great parenting there, Alec's Mom and Dad! No favoritism showing there, no sirree!)

- Alec acts mean to his sister not out of any real dislike toward her personally, but just because of how little interest his parents show in his own happiness.

- Alec's parents read lots of parenting books in an attempt to understand him. One book suggests that they allow the child to "find their own road" by naming themself; as a 10 year old boy at the time, Alec rather predictably names himself "Captain Thunderpants" and begins farting all the time. Under the guidance of these books, Alec's parents also try out gardening as a family - which ends when Alec buries his mom's wedding ring, to see if it will grow more diamonds - and a family camping trip - which results in Hazel getting a mosquito stuck up her nose and Alec terrorizing her with claims that the mosquito will plant eggs in her head.

- so Alec is, y'know, a normal 10 year old boy?? who just happens to be tall and antisocial?? and has a lot of energy?? He's not exactly the little demon his parents and teachers seem to treat him as.

- For most of the story, Alec is 15 years old, and is definitely old enough to recognize that if his parents would just try *talking to him,* most of their imagined problems with him would be solved. But, since they read books instead of actually engaging with their son, it leaves him feeling very lonely and frustrated.

- Alec has a severe case of Resting Bitch Face.

- 10 year old Hazel is the only person who asks Alec if he's okay, and pays attention to him. But, since she doesn't understand him, her meager affection does nothing but annoy him. He also doesn't trust her, since he assumes everyone, even his younger sister, is secretly out to get him.

- Hazel openly fears her brother, since he is a bit of a bully and because he's so much bigger and older than she is, but she still seems to genuinely want him to be happy. She sneaks him the current parenting book their parents are reading, in their endless quest to understand him (by not engaging with him in the slightest), along with the suggestion that he play along with it, pretending to be the person their parents want him to be in order to get their parents off his back.

- Alec doesn't trust the peace offering at first, but starts to wonder if she's genuinely trying to help him. This doesn't change that he still thinks she's nothing more than a liar and con artist who uses her apparent goodness to get her way.

- Alec refers to his sister as "Golden Hazel"

- Hazel: "Your plan to convince Mom and Dad that you're not a total sociopath is just to act like a total sociopath?" Alec: "How am *I* the sociopath in this scenario?! They think the best way to make me 'good' is to treat me like I'm 'bad!'"

- Alec snaps at Hazel "[Mom and Dad] only started to think I'm the *bad* one when they got the idea that *you* were the *good* one!" Hazel looks sad at this, and Alec briefly feels remorseful.

- Hazel makes the suggestion that, if she were to behave a little worse than usual, on purpose, and if Alec were to try to behave a little bit better, their parents might lay off him. She's tired of being the "perfect child, Golden Hazel," and wants to trade places with him for a while. ... Alec immediately doesn't trust it.

- since their parents keep reading child psychology books and chasing their son around with psycho-therapy, the kids try manipulating their parents in response. Their parents are, predictably, startled.

- both kids eavesdrop while their parents whisper about them.

- their parents barely get along with each other, and are definitely not winning any parent of the year awards with how disinterested they actually are in their children as people.

- "Tomorrow was..." another day? "... party planning day." Oh.

- Alec is horrified to find himself genuinely enjoying spending time with his sister. He forcefully reminds himself that Hazel is 'only using him,' which is his assumption for the true reason behind her actions. Alec is so used to being scrutinized and shoved aside that he can't even fathom the idea that his sister may actually just want to spend time with him.

- Alec and Hazel accompany their mother and aunt to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, where they are meeting with the party planner for Hazel's upcoming birthday party (which is, of course, being held at the pizzeria). The pizzeria isn't open right now, so the kids are just wandering around, talking to each other.

- Alec apparently always wanted to have his birthday party at Freddy's, but never made enough friends to actually invite, so his parents denied his desire; instead, his birthday parties were always held at home, where the only invitees were their family and any of Hazel's friends that wanted to come. (Which is... extremely sad.) Hazel, on the other hand, has had her birthday party at Freddy's for the last four years in a row.

- Alec loves Foxy, and I can't say I blame him. The other animatronics all make him a little uncomfortable.

- during this segment, Alec accidentally runs into a smaller robot that's labeled as a 'Lonely Freddy;' Alec gets the feeling that the little robo-bear is eavesdropping while he and Hazel get into an argument. Hazel says that she thinks their parents are overwhelmingly forgiving and loving toward her because they feel guilty for being so hard on Alec, while Alec bites out that Hazel gets everything she wants all the time, and that she's the favorite child.

- Hazel admits that she wants to win a special Foxy toy, the same one that Alec has never even been able to *try* to win but has wanted for years. Alec considers this is be the ultimate betrayal.

- the Fazbear employer introduces the family to 'Lonely Freddy,' and explains that it's meant to single out and interact with any child that's being ignored or left behind by the other children in a group. Lonely Freddy is programmed to engage with children on an equal level, walking alongside them and asking them questions about their favorite things, and playing simple games with them.

- Alec/Hazel's Mom when Hazel closes a door loudly: "I don't know what's gotten into her. It's like she's possessed!" Their aunt, rolling her eyes: "It's like *she's 10.*"

- their aunt is the only well-adjusted person in this family, holy jeez...

- "Golden Hazel" is having a good time becoming increasingly terrible around the house. And Alec finds himself enjoying watching her as she gets more and more wild. He catches a large wolf spider for her and she delights in terrorizing their parents by turning the spider loose in their bedroom, catching it when they ask her to, and then releasing it back into their room before they go to bed; Alec thinks this is the funniest thing.

- the siblings genuinely start getting along, with no hidden motives for once.

- Hazel's birthday party at Freddy's goes pretty well, at first. The two siblings go back to acting like themselves, and their parents are finally relaxing again.

- Hazel avoids earning the Foxy toy herself. When Alec asks her about it, she acts disinterested, and eventually cries when he presses her about it.

- one of Hazel's friends at the party is named Charlotte. This is called out multiple times.

- she ends up winning the Foxy toy by complete accident without even trying. This sets Alec off, and he makes a scene in front of the whole family. Distressed, Hazel admits that she only wanted to win the toy for Alec, and that she just wanted her brother to like her. This only sets Alec off even more, and he screams out all of his anger, enough that Hazel bursts into tears and their parents are startled. Losing it, Alec runs off, sobbing.

- Alec runs off and hides in a corner in the pizzeria, where he both tries to convince himself that he's not at fault here *and* that everything is his fault. He cites that he ruined the party, "and ruined Hazel," by spending the last 15 years assuming that everyone is out to get him. He stares sadly at the plush Foxy, still in his hands. Slowly, he begins to realize that he's been wrong this whole time, and that his parents are really trying hard to understand him, and that his sister really does just want to spend time with him. (Well, he's right about Hazel's motives... I'm not so sure about their parents, tbh. I think we're supposed to understand that they really are doing their best, but their best sucks so bad...!)

- He hits a door where he hears a strange thumping in response, and decides to investigate. He finds himself in a storage room, with unused tables, old arcade cabinets, and old toys from the prize counter. There's also a large, dumpster-like container that's padlocked shut, which is where the thumping sound is coming from. When he goes to investigate, he finds himself facing another Lonely Freddy, which greets him with a "I've been waiting for you, friend."

- The Lonely Freddy starts talking to him, announcing that the pair of them are "best friends" now. Alec is unable to stand up straight now, and is unable to look away from the bear's eyes. When the bear starts asking questions about him, Alec answers automatically and honestly, unable to stop himself. As they talk, Alec starts to go numb, and the questions get more and more personal and philosophical, including "What would you do if you had to kill someone you loved?"

- "What's your biggest regret, Alec?" "... Hurting Hazel." 😢

- Alec feels himself frozen and trapped inside his body, and hears his mother and Hazel talk about him from mere feet away, unable to see him. Hazel sobs and bemoans that her brother hates her, and Alec, more than anything, wants to run to her and apologize. He's unable to do anything, though, and they move on without him.

- his eyes closing against his will, Alec starts to regain control over his body. Opening his eyes again, he's surprised to find himself alone, and much smaller than he should be, now standing at only 2 feet tall. He struggles out of the storage room, trying to rejoin his family in the party room. To his confusion, he sees another of himself with his family, sitting with Hazel and making her smile. It's made pretty clear to the audience that, somehow, Alec has been body-swapped with the Lonely Freddy robot.

- the fake-Alec tends to Hazel and her friend Charlotte, then turns to Alec... and smiles.

- a kid vomits over him, and Alec is gathered up by an employee and brought to the back room he started in. He finally gets a look at himself in a mirror, seeing for himself that he is now a Lonely Freddy. The employee unlocks the green dumpster and drops Alec inside, where dozens of other discarded Lonely Freddy's are already. The employee locks the dumpster again and leaves.

- Alec and the other Lonely Freddy's are left in the dark, locked dumpster. They all start struggling to call for help, letting the audience know that every Lonely Freddy that gets thrown away was once a person, and that every Lonely Freddy that was once a person gets thrown away. This is both bone-chilling and sad to think about, especially with the realization that these people were just lonely and wanted someone to talk to.

- So the obvious implication from that ending is that the Lonely Freddy's are programmed to seek out people who are alone (mainly children, but also teens like Alec and possibly adults, too) and steal their bodies, leaving the person trapped in a small robot body while the robot's AI is free to live out the rest of its life as a human being.

- Also that the employees at Fazbear's don't know any of this, but that they are trained to recognize when the Lonely Freddy's are acting "off" (when they've just body-swapped with a person and that person is trying to find help) and to treat them like they would any other broken toy - remove them from the play area and throw them away. Again, the employees are clearly blind to all of this horror, and only see the Lonely Freddy's as mass-produced robotic toys, so they aren't at fault here. It's either the owner/s of Fazbear's or the head robotics designer/s that are behind this, and since those roles are traditionally filled by Henry and William Afton, who are not exactly trustworthy individuals, that's a perfectly believable concept for this franchise.

- This story also feels very much like it's retelling the story of FNAF4, but a little to the left. Alec and Hazel are just what you get if you took several characteristics of the Afton children (a mean older brother with anger issues that aren't being addressed, a sad younger sibling, a little sister with blonde hair and green eyes, a younger sister who's used to getting what she wants, a younger sibling associated with the name "Golden __", an older brother that loves Foxy, a brother who ends up locked in a storage closet sobbing, an older brother who ruins his younger sibling's birthday and feels terrible for hurting his younger sibling, a childhood friend named Charlotte, an older brother who is forcibly replaced by a robot that maintains his face and identity...) and you just threw them up in the air and rearranged them where they fell. This could be used to give us a better understanding of both Michael's character -- a boy that feels neglected and acts out to get his father's/parents' attention, even to the point of harming his younger sibling -- and that of the youngest Afton child, the Crying Child -- a kid that just wants a friendship with their brother and doesn't understand why their brother seems to hate them.

- And then there's the Lonely Freddy's themselves, which I know in one of his videos MatPat said seemed very much like the talking Fredbear plushie that talks to the Crying Child all throughout FNAF4, something I agree with. Which gives me the idea that the Crying Child's plushie friend could have been, at least in part, a prototype of the Lonely Freddy model.

- And of course, this isn't the first time we've seen AIs trade places with humans in this franchise, as we've seen evidence of Glitchtrap possessing people in the Steel Wool run of the games (leading to the birth of Vanny, and maybe others that we haven't met yet). But this suggests that this isn't an unusual occurrence, and that it perhaps happens more than we realized.

- The Lonely Freddy's also seem like something Henry might have made, or that something a more evil person could have made using a model of Henry's. The reason I say that is because Henry is the person who is usually associated with building robots intended to house people's personalities (rebuilding his dead daughter Charlie, for example), as opposed to William, who largely builds robots intended for violent purposes and is more interested in experimenting on live people himself, rather than experimenting on the robots. (Any of the spirits possessing William's robots, in both the games and the books, are always caused by things outside of his control or understanding.)

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"Out of Stock"

- today's boy is a high-schooler named Oscar, who is terribly unlucky and lives with his mother, who is struggling financially. (it's a bit of a repeat of our hero from "Into the Pit") One of the worst things to have happened to their family is the recent death of Oscar's father, which leaves Oscar and his mother struggling in his wake.

- Oscar wants a Plushtrap Chaser toy and is unable to get one because of their price and popularity

- it sounds like, in this story, Freddy Fazbear's is literally just a toy brand. They apparently specialize in creepy-looking robotic toys, and are pretty popular, which... yeah, I can totally see that being a thing.

- it's also worth noting that Fazbear's isn't behind any of the nefarious evil in this story (as far as I know). Instead, the story plays out like someone or something else is behind everything, and just so happens to use a toy from the Freddy Fazbear's toy line.

- Oscar's mom calls him "L.M.," or "Little Man"

- Oscar's mother works day and nights at a nursing home, and there's a very old man there that likes Oscar; he doesn't respond well to most people, and carries on about how a stray cat "wants to steal his soul" (William, is that you???); the old man is resigned to his fate, it seems, rather than afraid of the supposed outcome.

- the stray cat, which is called Marilyn, came into the nursing home one day and has attached herself to the crazy old man, despite his dislike of her and carrying on about her.

- Oscar also feels like the old man (whose name is actually Mr. Devero?? not sure how it's spelled) could possibly read his own thoughts, despite the fact that the old man is off his rocker. When the old man isn't carrying on about cats trying to steal his soul, he's very wise and has a lot of words of wisdom to impart on Oscar. (ah, not William, then... Clearly it's Old Man Consequences.)

- there's a small, local toy store that's part of the mall that's open and running, but is old and decrepit. The owner never cleans the place, inside or out, and only half the lights are on at any time. The store largely sells generic and off-brand toys, and most of the shelves are empty most of the time, unstocked. (This is supposed to give the reader creepy vibes, but my family actually frequented a very similar toy store when I was growing up, so I just got nostalgic vibes instead.)

- Oscar runs off to the mall with his buddies Raj and Isaac to try to buy a Plushtrap Chaser; the Plushtrap Chaser toy (an $80 toy) is a 2 1/2 foot tall green zombie-rabbit toy from the Freddy Fazbear's line, which is supposed to run by itself, running as fast as a real rabbit, and also has tooth-chomping action. It's a popular toy with middle- and high-schoolers this season, and there's a crowd of kids and parents waiting in line to get one. But the boys are too far back in line, and the zombie-rabbit toys are sold out before the boys can get one. (getting some vague "Child's Play" vibes off this)

- "It ran fast and it chomped fast" is... one of the best toy taglines I've heard in awhile, not gonna lie.

- the Plushtrap chaser only moves in the dark, and stays frozen when there's any light around.

- I have a sister that's a toy enthusiast, and I've had many conversations with her about the popular trends in the toy market, and I gotta say... if any company actually made and sold the Plushtrap Chaser toy... those little biters would be sold out so fast! Folks would go bananas for them! Like, I don't want one myself, but zombie dolls have had their moments in the spotlight and robotic toys are always popular, so I can see a whole zombie rabbit thing that marches around biting things being a hot commodity.

- the boys overhear three employees of the toy store talking about a boxed Plushtrap Chaser that was returned to the store earlier that day. The employees are trying to decide what to say if they call the police about it. The boys don't hear what's wrong with it. (The returned Plushtrap was clearly tampered with before being returned, and has what appears to be human eyes and teeth.)

- before the employees can stop him, Oscar rushes forward and grabs the returned Plustrap Chaser, leaves his money on the counter, and runs off with it, his friends behind him. They are chased by an employee, the manager, and a pair of mall security officers, but they get away with the toy.

- the boys escape to Oscar's house with the toy, and quickly open it. It's at this point that the boys notice that the teeth look like yellowed human teeth, and that the eyes are wet and squishy. They begin to realize what the employees were talking about, and are disgusted and horrified with the thought that the toy they stole has human parts. Ultimately, they decide that it's just a defective toy that happens to look like that, since the Plushtraps are all supposed to look gross and creepy anyway.

- the boys get the feeling that the Plushtrap's eyes are watching them.

- they then learn that the Plushtrap toy can bite through metal (despite, y'know, having human teeth????)

- they find a speaker on the Plushtrap when they're looking for a power switch, which they find strange, since none of the ads for the toy ever mentioned the toy talking or anything. They also find that the battery already inside the toy is corroded, and they work to replace it. (It's briefly touched on later in the story, but the Plushtrap toy also appears to leak some sort of fluid from the battery pack.)

- Oscar's mom frequently works nights, leaving him alone in the house. And apparently people often comment on how Oscar looks like his mom, as they have similar facial features and the same eyes 'that look like coals.'

- his mom reads in the newspaper the next morning that there was an incident at the mall where three teenage boys ran off with a toy. She clearly knows that's where Oscar and his friends were yesterday, and she knows that's the toy he's been wanting. Oscar worries about disappointing her, or making her upset with him in any way, but lies to her anyway. She can clearly see through his lie, and just walks away from him sadly, making him feel terrible.

- "'You're worse than useless,' Oscar said to the Plushtrap Chaser. Or maybe he said it to himself." 🥺️

- Oscar's friends: "Hey, look... If you're possessed, we'll understand." XD

- feeling guilty for stealing the toy, Oscar and his friends go to return it a few days later. When they get there, the toy store is gone, along with all of its stock and employees. In its place is a Halloween themed store. (Much like real life in the United States, Spirit Halloween sees a store unattended for five seconds and moves right on in. XD ) The current employees don't know what happened to the toy store, and have nothing to say about the Plushtrap toy.

- the boys work on planning how to go about trick-or-treating this year, determined to go to the nicer side of town to get the "good candy." They also talk about the Plushtrap toy, coming to the conclusion that something seems off about it, and that they should get rid of it. Oscar himself even asks the toy if it's possessed.

- The toy emits a brief chirping sound in the dark, after Oscar sarcastically asks it if it's possessed, but then falls silent again. Oscar notices a strange port of some kind on the side of the Plushtrap's face. He realizes that a cell phone charger fits into it, and installs Raj's charger.

- The weather outside is getting dark and stormy, and eventually causes a power outage. Lightning strikes the house just as he plugs it in, and Oscar is sent flying across the room by a sudden electrical shock. The other two do a quick medical check on him, making sure he's okay. Oscar is fine, to their great relief, but the power in his house is out. Abandoning the Plushtrap Chaser, which is still plugged into the wall, the boys leave the room and go get food; as Oscar pulls the door shut behind him, he hears the Plushtrap, mimicking Raj's voice, whisper "Lights out!" in a sarcastic, joking tone. Thinking Raj is playing a trick on him, Oscar laughs mockingly and ignores it.

- Oscar's mom calls him from the nursing home she works at, apologetically asking him to come help her there tomorrow. Tomorrow is Halloween, and Oscar realizes that, while she does need his help, she's also asking him to skip out on trick-or-treating with his friends. Feeling like his mother expected him to become an adult the instant his father died, and struggling to cling to what he has left of his childhood, Oscar blows up at his mother, airing all his grievances about his father's death, their struggling poverty, how much he feels like an outsider at school because they can't afford for him to wear good shoes or carry a cell phone, and how much he wishes he could just be a kid with no responsibilities. He blames his mother for all his problems, something that hurts her deeply, and they lose connection before he can apologize. He feels terrible after, and starts a mental list of everything he's going to have to apologize to his mother for as soon as he can.

- Even so, he still tells his friends that he can't go trick-or-treating. Raj and Isaac understand, and tell him that they'll collect candy on his behalf.

- The boys settle in the pitch black living room to wait out the storm. They start to look for flash lights, and are distracted when they hear a strange 'thump' from somewhere else in the house. Flash lights in hand, they approach the sound, finding that it's coming from behind the closed door they'd left not long ago. The thumping becomes scraping, and they are alarmed to see the Plushtrap Chaser begin to bite a hole through the door to escape its confinement.

- The toy's teeth get sharper as it chews through the door. When it finally gets through the door, its saw-like teeth are visible, even in the pitch blackness, shining as though reflecting something. In that dim light, the boys can see that the gums around the teeth are bleeding, like living human gums.

- Seeing the boys, the Plushtrap gives chase, chasing them around the house. It leaves any closed door between them in shambles. The boys try to escape it by climbing on top of furniture pieces, but the Plushtrap just starts chewing the furniture pieces into smithereens, and trying to get to Isaac. The toy freezes up when Oscar's flashlight beam lands right on its face, and the boys realize that blinding it with the light is the only way to stop it.

- While the boys are dealing with the "woodchipper," as they call the Plushtrap Chaser, they all three hear Raj's voice coming from another part of the room where none of them are standing. Instinctively, Oscar turns the flashlight to see what his friend is talking about, only to remember too late that the real Raj is standing right beside him. Getting the flashlight back in the right place reveals the Plushtrap mere seconds from sinking its teeth into Isaac's leg, and a very spooked Raj.

- The boys decide to rig the flashlight so that it stays on the Plushtrap, blinding and trapping it, while they escape the house and go get help. Just as they decide that, the flashlight begins to die. They all run in the dark, desperate to escape the chomping evil toy. Raj pulls out his cell phone to call for help, calling 911, but his phone isn't picking up any sort of service to actually call with. They maneuver around to get the home landline phone, narrowly escaping the deranged toy. The landline isn't working either.

- Oscar: "So, to recap, we're trapped in my house with a mindless eating machine, with exactly *one* working flashlight, during a storm that's knocked out both the power lines and the phone lines." Isaac helpfully adds that the water isn't working either right now, having tried one of the sinks. (Water doesn't usually fail from a power outage in my experience, so this is just kind of a strange detail.)

- They are unable to lift or budge the toy now; it seems heavier for some reason. But they manage to pin it in place in the dark, only to move when they hear Oscar's mother's voice from somewhere else in the house. Their small movements are enough for the Plushtrap Chaser to get free, and it resumes chasing them again.

- The boys try to hide in the garage, and the Plushtrap begins chewing through the door and wall to get at them. The Plushtrap mocks them by speaking with their voices to them, laughing and saying "This is it! I'm putting you out of your misery in 3, 2, and you're dead!"

- The boys escape out the garage, slamming the door closed behind them. Now out on the open driveway, the boys stop in fear as they hear the Plushtrap's teeth scraping against the metal garage door.

- The boys come up with a plan, and begin running across town in the dark, stormy weather, leading the deranged rabbit toy to the one thing they can think of that might stop it. They lead it to the train tracks, hoping there will be a train running right now. Luckily, there is, and they run faster to the train tracks.

- Raj and Isaac make it safely across the train tracks, but Oscar waits right on the train tracks, making sure that the Plushtrap Chaser goes where he needs it to go. The train and the rabbit toy both bear down on him, and the rabbit talks to him in his mom's voice again. Oscar jumps out of the way just in time, and the Plushtrap is crushed beneath the train.

- The boys check the sorry remains of the Plushtrap, making sure that it's in too many pieces to reactivate. Seeing the obvious human body parts mixed in with the robotics and the plush toy exterior makes them feel physically ill, and they leave as soon as they can.

- Oscar goes to help his mom at the nursing home on Halloween night. He visits with the crazy old man and the "soul-stealing" cat, and feels a little bit more like everything is normal. He also apologizes to his mother for everything, and promises to do what he can to fix everything around the house. They hug and make up, both apologizing for anything else they've done wrong.

- there's also a moment where Oscar is surprised to see the crazy old man being friendly toward the cat, and the old man just tells him that "[the cat]'s been with me for over 15 years now, and if she wants to steal my soul, then I figure she's earned the right." I just think this is funny.

- This is the second story of the six I've heard so far to have a happy ending, with "Into the Pit" being the first. It's worth noting that there are many parallels between "Into the Pit" and "Out of Stock," as they both center around a boy with an "Os--" name, whose family is struggling with poverty and he feels distanced from one of his parents, and that the boy fights off and eventually destroys a killer rabbit monster, and finally makes up with his parent and claims his happy ending.

- And, while Oscar can be heavily compared to Oswald ("Into the Pit"), he and his friends also have a lot in common with Greg and his friends from "Fetch." Oscar and Greg are both drawn by mysterious forces to the monstrous animatronics of their stories, to the point where they're so desperate to get to it that they break laws and ruin their reputations to get there. Oscar's friends are Raj, a tall and fairly good-looking boy who tends to speak for the group, and Isaac, a short and mousey sort of boy who nervously follows his friends along for the adventure, are also strong character parallels to Greg's friends, Hadi and Cyril. Raj and Hadi both also have names with similar meanings (both coming from words that refer to high authority figures), which I just think is also worth noting.

- So some of these characters are... repeating, for lack of a better word. Oscar = Oswald, but Oscar and his friends = Greg and his friends. Now, this could be chalked up to lazy writing, but given that all the other characters that "repeat" throughout the franchise are usually important, I just think it's worth keeping track of.

- And Plushtrap being able to mimic/throw voices isn't something I expected, but was one of my favorite parts of the story, ngl.

#five nights at freddy's #fazbear frights #a brief analysis #my thoughts #and once again I missed out on the epilogue and have nothing to add for it #I'll have to hunt down the epilogues separately it seems... which is kind of a bummer

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soobnny · 3 years

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☆.｡.:* nothing is worse than getting paired up with a stranger for twitch rivals 2022, except maybe being matched with your very competitive ex boyfriend park sunghoon.

pairing: streamer!sunghoon x f!reader

tags: exes to lovers, enemies to lovers

warnings: once again i am not funny :/ might be rly inaccurate, lots of cursing, mentions of drinking, mentions of skipping meals once (will add more soon)

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note: surprise????? idk how this is gonna turn out but hopefully it’ll be enjoyable :’) ive ran out of creativity

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epilogue

special chapter: how the fans reacted to the breakup

how the fans react to you getting back together

#enhypen x reader #fluff #sunghoon fanfic #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon x y/n #sunghoon x you #park sunghoon x reader #sunghoon x reader smau #sunghoon smau #social media au #smau #park sunghoon #text au

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slashingdisneypasta · 3 years

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Harper Alexander x Fem!Reader || Oneshot, [Part 3]

Title: The Fake Love Of My Life [PART 3]

Notes:

The next part will be the finale! I am also planning an epilogue, though, with the wedding night. Loving smut, ya know? So it wont be the total end- just the crown.

Plot: You sign yourself up to help organise the town’s annual firelight festival, and Harper seems to be dedicated to helping you. And, generally, just being around- you.

Warnings: Mention of Jezebell and that whole mess, swearing, heavy make out.

“So we’ll need a few helpers to get this thing on its legs- any volunteers?” I look up from my book, tucking some hair behind my ear as I take a poll of the folks in the hall raising their arms, seeing nobody respond to the Mayor’s call to duty. He looks, too, before giving a great sigh. “No worker bees? Come on- I will personally keep y’all in pastries while it’s gettin’ done.”

Pastries? My attention is truly peaked, then; Slamming my book shut in my lap and straightening my back. Harper, who’s sitting beside me looking bored out of his mind with his arms crossed and his body slightly slumped in his folding chair, catches the tiny change in my body language and rolls his eyes. Like, of course.

I flash him a look that clearly reads be quiet, before pointedly raising my hand. Shut up Harper.

I hear him scoff.

“Ah! Y/N!- Thank you! Gettin’ the ball rolling. So there, that’s one- but I don’t think this festival can get done by just one person, now. Anyone else feelin’ any community spirit? This is a wonderful tradition, and I’m sure you’d all be disappointed if it flopped… Come on now, people. Danishes, donuts, teacakes- Thomas, I know you have a soft spot for croissants, don’t you avoid eye contact with me-… “

As Buckman continues to try and enthuse an unresponsive town hall worth of people - unresponsive because this meeting has been going on for three hours, and not necessarily because everyone is acutely against lending a helping hand, -, Harper turns in his seat and sets me with one of his raised eyebrow, set jaw, curious, you aren’t serious? kind of looks. “… You’re gonna help put together the firelight festival?” He asks, rather sarcastically, in a quiet voice. I nod.

“I am.”

“Uhuh… “At that, I turn properly around to face him, and raise both my brows.

“What?” Why does he make an ‘Uhuh’, sound like that? All disbelieving and curt. Raising a brow, I prompt him. “Don’t you think I can do it?”

“I do have my doubts, to be honest.” My jaw drops, and he rushes to add. “I mean- you do know that a job like that is gonna involve a lotta, you know… bein’ outta your house? Talkin' to people?” At that, I close my mouth. I look down… hm. As I’m thinking, because truthfully the full extent of these things did not occur to me when I raised my hand - seeing as I was bribed…, -, Harper looks back to the front of the hall again, smirking. “And, generally, acting like a human being, and not a… cave creature… “He mutters under his breath, loudly enough for me to hear.

At which point, I promptly take my book to his shoulder. “Bastard.”

Once the meeting is finally over, and I’ve finished my book, I’m almost the very first person to jump from my seat - I was just barely beaten, by Boone. She rushed out the doors faster than I would’ve believed possible for a professional foot racer, - , and struggle against the crowd as they all move toward for the exit and I head straight for Buckman.

Because Harper is right. I’m a hermit, basically. There is nothing that makes me think I can be apart of a group - a very small group, comprising of just myself, Rufus, Lester, Hucklebilly, the mayor and Miss Peaches. Buckman tried to get Boone on board, but she outright ignored his existence in front of everyone until he gave up, - to put together a festival! I barely participate, in our festivals! I go, I say hello to Miss Peaches, Harper and I hold hands, I drink some punch and I leave. And generally, that all only takes about half an hour- it used to be just 15 minutes, before I started to actually like holding Harper’s hand. Or, he started clenching down so I couldn’t leave, and I was forced to start liking it.

But either way you swing it, I haven’t been to a town event that the doors haven’t been locked at - meaning town meetings,- for more than an hour since I was a kid, and I had to.

I’m just not a social person, and no number of baked treats will change that!

It takes a bit of work, but I manage to get to the front of the room where the mayor is packing up before he manages to get away himself. Letting out a relieved huff, I waive to get his attention. “Sir! I wanted to talk to you about me volunteering for the firelight festival- “

“Ah, yes! I gotta admit, I was surprised you raised your hand Y/N, but I sure am glad you did!” Oh boy. Buckman stops fiddling with the notes he has rested on the lectern and leans his forearms on it instead, giving me an encouraging smile. Fuck. Don’t back out now Y/N- this is all manipulation. You don’t want to do this. No baked goods or kindness will stop you! No way! “We need all the help we can get, and you’ve got a good head on your shoulders- I’m sure you’ll be a lotta help to us!”

Oof- okay-“Actually, I was wondering if you wouldn’t let me… back out… “

At that, Buckman stops moving. He may even stop breathing. Is he paler then usual suddenly?

Why am I suddenly cold?

How does he do this? Holy hell.

Then he’s gathering up his stuff quickly, tucking notes under his arm, grabbing his coat, and moving rapidly towards the door. What-My eyes widen, and I go to follow him, but Harper suddenly appears next to me and puts a hand on my arm, to stop me. I look at him helplessly, and he just shakes his head. “Oh- would you look at that clock. We really ran over time, didn’t we? I’m an old man Y/N, and we passed my bedtime a while ago, so I have to be off! See you tomorrow!”

“Sir! - “

“Bright and early! In the town square!”

“I don’t want! - “

“Bring your thinking cap!”

“No! - “He’s at the door now, and basically closes it behind him, except for a crack.

“I’ll bring the pastries! Goodnight!”

I open my mouth to call back again, but the door slams shut - which is over kill, seeing as Harper and I still have to go out of it ourselves, - … and also, he’s got me, there. I’m weak to the thought of pastries.

Sighing, I pout. I should really work on that. It’s a weakness I clearly can’t afford if this situation is any kind of indicator.

Crossing my arms, I twist around to gaze grumpily, up at Harper. “… You should’ve stopped me.”

“Right, and then I’ll go take down the Great Wall of China with your sewing kit. I’ll return for our picnic lunch tomorrow, too. Just excuse me if I’m 10 or so minutes late, okay?” Huffing, I turn away from him again and start shuffling off to the door. In his next words, I can hear the smile in his voice as he follows after me. “Or- maybe I should just cure you of your cave creature state. That could come in far more handy, don’t you think?”

“Well hey, if you could do that, why didn’t you say that, you jerk!?” I shoot back, rolling my eyes as I envision slamming the door in his smug face, but instead hold it open for him and flash a glare as he passes by- carrying both our coats that he must’ve gotten off the hooks for us.

Smirking back, he hands me my coat, which I quickly pull on and wrap warmly around myself. “Hm, but then I wouldn’t have a good excuse to leave things early myself.”

“So I’m just scape goat, to you then?”

“Exactly.” He replies, ruthlessly.

“Damn, well now I think our relationship must all be a sham!”

Harper is silently laughing as he walk off into the night, towards our homes.

“Alright! So tomorrow’s the big day. All your hard worked-on decorations are over there in boxes- now we gotta put ‘em up! Let’s go, team.” A round of half-enthusiastic applause follows Buckman's brief speech, as he steps out of the way for me to announce jobs for the day. Why I got the clipboard job in the first place, I don't know. I didn't volunteer for it, but as I've come to learn through these weeks- the mayor is a manipulative dick. And somewhere between a blueberry muffin, and a cranberry Danish, I found myself saying yeah, okay, sounds good.

When it really wasn't good!!

"O-okay," Tucking some hair behind my ear, I try not to really realise, how focused the group is on me right now. Instead, I keep my eyes glued to my notes. "Rufus and Lester- uh, can you please put up the banner? I think Peaches has a good idea for where to put it so just listen to her, and the ladders are in the sheds so you'll probably need to get those. Also, Hucklebilly, I'd like to set up the May Pole, please? Peaches also knows where that's supposed to go. A-Actually, notice for everyone- when in doubt, g-geographically... just go to her. Buckman, I've got you down for the whole food section- so can you please set that up? And, uh... yeah, that's all. I'm on... candles... Oh! Oh yeah, and, when all that's done we still have to set up the bon fire together so don't run off."

My cheeks are so unbelievably hot when I finally look up from my notes, my arms both going awkwardly to my sides. Before everyone can disperse, though, I find Harper in the group as well? and confusion swells in my mind when he raises his hand? Unsure, really, what to do- I nod to him. "What'd you like me to do, sweetheart?"

... huh?

"You're not... Harper, you didn't volunteer?"

From the position I have, a little higher up a hill so that I can see everyone, I can see him shrug, a laid back smile on his face as his hands go to his pockets. "Well I'm volunteerin' now. Surely, you got a job fer me?" A flicker of mischief flashes in his eyes and his brows lift up; A mock of sincere. "For your fiancé?"

My own eyes narrow a bit, emboldened by Harper's endeavour to bother me. Organising social events may not be my thing- but fighting with Harper- THAT, I can do. "I would have a job 'for my fiancé', if my fiancé had volunteered!"

Lester and Hucklebilly make 'Oooh' sounds that I try to ignore but nevertheless makes me roll my eyes while Harper sends them a shut up, kind of look. The don't. "Well, what're you gonna be doin'?" He asks, turning back to me.

"I'm lugging that wheelbarrow around, setting out the candles." I say, glancing at the wheelbarrow in question. Peaches and I slaved away making those as we planned how everything was going to look and the boys made the banner and streamers, and the Mayor did little more then flit room to room 'encouraging' us all. There's no way I'm letting anyone else just haphazardly fling them around the place- I have a goddamn vision.

"Well, why don't I help you with that? I can push the barrow for you."

I open my mouth to outright refuse, because he's being annoying and I refuse to let him get his way- ever. Or at least, very rarely. But Rufus speaks up before I can say anything.

"Aw, come on Y/N, the boy just wants to spend time with his sweetheart!" The word comes out loud an obnoxious from him, making Harper roll his eyes up towards heaven as Buckman laughs.

"Boy's obviously lovesick."

"It’s practically written all over his face!" Peaches titters as well, smirking sharply.

My shoulders drop. Ughhhhhhhhh- "Fine... You can push the wheelbarrow... " I give in, folding my notes up again and stashing them away in the compartments of my skirts, turning and heading for the wheelbarrow. "But don't try to get in my way, Peaches and I have already figured out where they all go, alright?" Harper catches up to me quickly, smug and pleased with getting his way. I flash him a scrunched-up nose look. "Alright- get to work everyone! The festival opens in 21 hours!

Rufus gives me a salute, and nods as he and Lester go off towards the sheds together, shoving eachother. Buckman sighs and rolls his eyes at them, going the opposite direction, towards the tavern, and Miss Peaches gestures for Hucklebilly to follow her off in the way of the boxes of decorations.

Gathering up some candles from the wheelbarrow and tucking them between my arms and my chest as Harper picks up the wheelbarrow by the handles, I start us off in a circle clockwise around the town centre, setting candles down on different surfaces as we walk. I glance at Harper after just a moment. "You hate town events."

"I don't hate them... " And yet, his unenthused tone says otherwise. And he must know he's obscenely translucent, so he sets me with a new, mischievous, look. "Maybe I just wanna spend time with my sweetheart, huh?"

Rolling my eyes and sighing, I pick up two more candles from the wheelbarrow. "That excuse is losing its charm, Harp. Careful- I may start thinking you actually like being around me." Flashing him a cheeky grin of my own then, I quickly walk ahead, not sticking around for his response. Honestly, because I'm afraid of what it may be.

"Here, let me help you with that, wouldja?" Harper asks, appearing beside me every time throughout the day that I'm struggling with carrying stuff.

"Let me try," He requests, every time I'm worrying my lip at someone doing something wrong, and sets that thing up the way I was telling him it should to be.

"I think Y/N might be right there," He quips, setting his hands thoughtfully on his hips whenever my contention is being contended with- even when I'm wrong. Which is awkward.

All. Day. Harper has been overtly helpful to me- which has been a shock, seeing as for the past century he has been a dick. But today, its like someone hit him smack in the face with the kindness spatula. Its like before the disaster, before we all became... this. When he had something to live for- when he was living.

"Hey... " He suddenly gently nudges my arm, and my neck snaps as I look up at him, eyes wide. Did he read my thoughts?

"Hm!?"

"What're you so jumpy for? Christ- calm down. I'm gonna get us a drink, stay here."

Nodding, I watch him walk off, tilting my head to the side, in thought. I'm not complaining... but it has been a surprise. I'm not quite sure how to act back. Even before we... died... he wasn't like this to me. Other girls, girls he liked, yes. But we never had that relationship, so I cant go back to a way I was, before, because for me this is entirely new.

And I can tell that its not an act for the towns benefit, because even when we're alone he doesn't give it up. He just gives me a pert grin, says something rude - about someone ELSE! - , and then asks what's next.

Not that the new helpfulness is a bad thing! I need all the help I can get on this thing. And I like Harper, he gets me better than anyone and arguing with him is a lot easier then talking to anyone else,... and the kissing isn't bad either, honestly... so having him around, really isn't a bad thing!

I just can’t help but notice the change.

"So- " I jump at the sound of Harper's voice once again, clutching my notes to my chest and closing my eyes tightly, for moment. Before he chuckles at my reaction to him sneaking up on me, and puts a glass of in my hand. I open my eyes again and immediately brighten- Oh, I love this drink! "You noticed how Lester's disappeared again?"

"Uh," I take a quick look around, before nodding. "Yeah?... "

Harper smirks, holding his own glass close to his mouth. "Well... I noticed that Jezebel's gone, too." He takes a swig of his drink, as I make a disgusted face at what he's insinuating... and what's probably true...

"Oh- Harper! That's the last thing I want to have in my head!"

He just grins, silently laughing at my reaction as he runs a hand through his obnoxiously perfect hair, and puts his glass down on a nearby cart. "Yep. So," Checking over my shoulder at my notes, he sets his hands thoughtfully on his hips. "What's next?"

The rest of the group went home hours ago, when daylight turned to dusk, but I of course ended up staying back to just fix up some loose ends. Harper stayed with me- I still don’t know why he’s being like this.

I’m not complaining, but that’s exactly why its throwing me off. I’m liking it maybe a little bit too much- when I know this is all just… fake.

But also I don’t really want to face to that truth, so I avoid making him give me a real answer as to why, and just reach up and hang another lantern.

Speaking of the decorations- there has got to be at least 30 lanterns strewn up on string around the town square, and over a hundred wax candles set up on nearly every spare surface ranging from short and fat to tall and skinny- some partially used, some perfectly new, some with carvings Rufus and Lester spent some time idly etching in, some with names scratched across their bases by kids and couple in the town, some even coloured. Its going to be beautiful when they’re all lit and the festival begins, tomorrow, as long as the night isn’t too windy. But right now its just… spooky. Almost ethereal. Like you’re in some witch’s cave.

“Its gonna look amazing, tomorrow.” Harper speaks up from somewhere behind me, causing a smile to slip across my face too-easily, as I look back over my shoulder to him, and nod.

“Yeah, thank you for your help!”

He’s setting some precariously placed candles in holders to stabilise them, but at my words he stops; And turns on me with a mischievous grin on his face. “Aw- and I thought you didn’t want my help?” Immediately I roll my eyes, turning back to the candle I’m hanging; Fastening it nice and safe.

For the last time- “You didn’t volunteer!”

He shrugs. “You volunteer for something now, I might as well have, too. We’re nearly hitched, Y/N.” He says that so ‘matter-o-fact’- no longer as if he’s taunting me with it. Or talking about it as if its doomsday. Breathing deep, I give a slow nod- though he’s probably not looking.

“That’s… true… “I realise, before looking over my shoulder again, and giving him a little grin. “I’ll ask you next time before I sign up for something.”

At getting a smile back from him, butterflies erupt in my chest. “Thanks.”

For a few more minutes after that, the two of us lapse into another oddly comfortable silence again. Me, hanging the remaining lanterns wherever along the line that they could possibly fit, and him placing some of the more weirdly placed candles into random holders - everyone in town pitched in, donating odd candle holders around the house that they didn’t use anymore, -, both of us aware for once of the others presence, but not… bothered, by it.

Honestly it’s starting to feel like this is normal- the two of us, being just… the two of us. Harper and I, being alone together.

And honestly- if this is the rest of my eternity, I can live with it.

When finally the last lantern has been placed, and the last candle has been set up safely, I’m just standing back from my work, when Harper’s hand finds my back gently momentarily as a sign to stop, and I look to my side and up, to find him standing there next to me. He’s looking at the sky, and I follow his gaze to the familiarly twinkling night sky. All the beautiful stars.

A little, comfortable smile plays at my lips; They, for one thing, have been a nice constant over the years stuck here.

“Hey,” Harper captures my attention again, and I look back to his face to find him already looking at me; He nods to the ground in the middle of the festival- by what’s going to be a punch cart tomorrow. “C’mon.”

Taking my hand, he leads us over to the spot, and as he’s kneeling down, I ask him what in the world he’s doing? He just turns around and lays back on the patchy grass and the sandy dirt, rolling his shoulders to get comfortable- then pats the ground next to him without looking at me. I raise an brow, back.

“… Oh, and you think I’m going to lay down there in the dirt with you.” I realise, crossing my arms over my chest and gently shaking my head. “Cute, but fat chance. You’re going to get grass stains on your dress shirt, and I am not about to follow your lead in one of my favourite dresses.”

“Unless you think you can’t resist wrigglin’, then your dress’ll be fine. C’mon. We won’t be able t’see the stars so well tomorrow, with all the light.”

Worrying my bottom lip with my teeth for a moment, I resist. Because what if its damp? What if theirs bugs? What if I do wriggle, and I mess up my best yellow dress? But in the long run, Harper just looks so comfortable down there and I’m so tired from working all day today- and the idea of taking in the stars while we can, wins out. So, with a huff and also an oof, when my back finally touches the ground, I lay down with him and look up at the stars- they look so much further away, down here. And also, so much closer.

Its weird.

Taking a deep breath, because the air feels fresher down here close to the grass, I let it come out as more of a sigh. “.. So… “

“… So?... “Harper prompts, which really just shows how far our relationship has come. Generally, Harper isn’t really interested in anything anyone has to say. And yet… he wants me to continue.

Coming up with something to say to fill the somewhat awkwardness, of laying down next to Harper, I can’t help the little devilish grin that spreads across my mouth. “So… Is this one of your moves?” I ask, not turning to look at him quite yet.

“Moves?” Theirs amusement in his voice as he questions my wording.

“Yeah. This where you take all your girls, Harper Alexander?” Before you kill them. “Surely that old barn thing gets old.”

“Now, give me some credit here.” Listening to the smirk in his voice, I gently let my eyes fall closed. “I’m a man a’ honour- I wouldn’t take my future wife somewhere I took another lady. My ma taught me how to be a gentleman, she did.”

“Ha!” My eyes widen, and I turn my head to see him finally, chewing on my lip to keep from beaming too ruefully. “Oh- you’re serious.”

Rolling his eyes back at me and my antics, but still with that smirk on his face, Harper shoots me a playful glare. “I sure as heck am!”

Actually smiling now, with teeth and everything, I turn back to look up at the stars once again. They’re so plentiful, and gorgeous… Reaching down, I nudge Harper’s hand with mine; Linking our fingers together when he takes my hand in his, and turning my head to return my gaze to his profile. He doesn’t look back, but he does squeeze my hand a little tighter, and theirs a gentle expression on his face. “… “Finally, I let the moment go after a few seconds, and exhale. “You can be quite charming, I’ll admit.”

His grin just goes a little crooked.

But, me being me, having the relationship that I have had with Harper for as long as I have, I trace a thumb over his knuckles gently then; Realising quite well that that isn’t all he wants, or all he is- at all. It’s not at all giving him the credit he deserves. Lowering my voice to a whisper, like it’s a secret between the two of us and the two of us only, I add; “And cunning.”

At which point, he turns that pretty gaze on me; My eyes are clear- seeing him clearly. Better then anyone else has in a long time. “And annoying and headstrong, and witty, and, in a lot of ways, dangerous.” On a roll now, I roll my eyes and giggle; Unaware of just how intensely Harper is listening as I bring his hand up to my chest; Tracing his knuckles for entertainment. “Sometimes funny. Almost never an idiot, which is a nice change of pace from the men who’ve courted me in the past. Also… curious. A lot of the time I have no clue what you’re thinking- but I am getting better at figuring it out!” Screwing my face up in a cheeky way, I flash him a smirk. “One day I’ll know your every thought Mr Alexander, and there’ll be no hiding from me-” And I would’ve been able to add more, or been able to tease him for a little while longer definitely, at least, but then Harper kisses me. And everything else fades, a little bit.

He actually gets half up from the grass, and leans over me, one hand by my head and messy hair spread out against the ground - fingers splayed in between the strands of grass there, nails digging into the dirt, -, and the other clutching at my waist. Tilting my head to the side, I reciprocate the dizzying, open-mouthed kiss instantly- having gotten used to kissing him by this point. It’s a very nice bonus to the arrangement with him. He’s quite good at it.

But theirs something different, in this one. Usually, our kisses are fuelled by heat from being annoyed at each other, or finding each other attractive just a little bit, but this one is… different. More. My head goes foggy as his lips part from mine for just a second before connecting again, our tongues managing to find each other before we do. My head is foggy, so I can’t quite tell why this kiss is so different, why it feels so much better, but I do have the brain left to sense… passion.

I find that the fingers on one of my hands lose themselves in his soft hair for once just to feel how soft it is, rather then to pull it or keep him in place. And my fingers on the other hand drag at his shirt; Pulling gently at him by the side to come closer and feeling the warmth of his body underneath. All I can think as the heat builds, is fuck…

Meanwhile, Harper curls fingers around the back of my neck and the back of my waist, and helps to guide my upper body up while we refuse to disconnect from each other; So we’re both sitting up, now, exchanging saliva- Something I certainly shouldn’t be allowing in the middle of town square.

(Harper can’t bring himself to give a damn though whether anyone sees you. You’re his fiancé and he’ll kiss you whenever he damn well pleases.)

Through all this, though, we manage to keep our bodies separate. Not even the broadest part of mine presses against his- because that has to wait. It has to. Everything else in this marriage can be fake but to do that together before the wedding night, would be, somehow… a crossed line, that we couldn’t uncross.

Though, I can definitely think of a few other lines at least I have crossed since making up this arrangement with Harper. We said we wouldn’t develop feelings, but-

Abruptly, but still conscious of not surprising him too much, I end the kiss. I’m surprised at myself, but he doesn’t need to know that. When my eyes flicker up to his, I see that they’re dark and half-hooded, looking down at me like a wolf and its almost too much.

But, I manage to paste a calm smile to my face, and my hand to his chest as I push him back a little; Putting a more respectable distance between us. “… I think that’ll be enough for tonight, don’t you lover boy?” The tiniest pang hits my poor heart, when calling him that brings up the memory of Buckman calling him lovesick, earlier.

I have to remind myself that he’s not.

Just take a deep breath, Y/N. Shake the fog out of your brain. Harper’s a good kisser- not a miracle worker. You aren’t in love.

Harper gives a displeased groan, but lets me go as I asked. I immediately hop up off the ground, and brush off my dress- In an attempt at normalcy, I turn around for Harper and showing him the back of my dress. “Did I wriggle?”

He grins, shaking his head. “You’re good.”

“Ookay, thanks.” Turning back to him, patting away some more imaginary dirt, I take a deep breath, glancing up at the stars again. And there’s a scowl full of blame on my face for a second, as I look at them. What did you do?

When I look back at Harper, he’s up on his feet again, tucking his shirt back in properly- its an oddly intimate thing to watch, and makes me feel warm and cold in equal measure.

A moment of silence passes between us, only the sound of crickets filling the air and a coyote howling somewhere far away. Crossing my arms, I stand there awkwardly for a few moments as Harper looks around at the work we did, today. He’s thinking Boy, we did a good job today, I’m thinking Shit, I got love drunk off fuckhead Harper Alexander’s kiss.

Suddenly, I twist around and give Harper but a wave, as I walk off. Without looking back. “Well I’m going to bed. See you tomorrow!”

“Probably.”

At that I hesitate- but look back, and see him smirking knowingly at me- For that’s what I told him after we parted that first day we kissed, just with an alarming amount of ‘tude, that I could just never muster myself.

After a moment, I screw up my nose and stick out my tongue, back at him. “Good night and good riddance.”

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tomtenadia · 3 years

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In your arms

Rowaelin moth - Day 15 - Bad day

This is set in the Island Dreams AU.

This fic is basically three years after the wedding scene and somewhere before the epilogue which is 5 years later.

Aelin had a bad day at the hospital and Rowan looks after her.

Aelin loved her job. A lot. When she got offered the job of senior emergency surgeon she had been ecstatic, especially after the London drama. She had many years of experience in a big trauma centre in London and a hospital on the islands would never be any close to the madness of the capital. There were days though, when a smaller sized hospital showed just how difficult it could get.

That was one of those days. She and Malcolm had been running around the A&E non stop directing the show and supervising the treatments. They had victims of a car crash happened just outside Stornoway, two different patients airlifted from two different locations with sever injuries, and on top of that the usual influx of people. Her day had got even worse when a 3 years old girl was brought in after an extreme allergic reaction to something she ate. According to the mother’s tale she had started having trouble breathing very quickly after the ingestion of the food. By the time the girl was brought in she had already been without oxygen for too long. Her heart had stopped beating soon after. Aelin had stood near the mother and tried to comfort the woman who had gone in shock herself at the sudden loss of her daughter.

Once free again she had rushed to the toilet and emptied the contents of her stomach. Then sat on the bathroom floor and cried. It did not help that she was pregnant and hormonal. The girl’s death had hit her badly.

Her two girls, Freyja and Morrigan were the same age as the girl she had lost. The idea of losing them was so painful that would just send her into a full panic attack.

And now she and Rowan had decided to give it a go and add another member to their family. After months of trying they were finally successful and they now had a boy on his way.

Slowly she made her way back into her office and plopped heavily in her chair, her head in her hands while tears still run down her cheeks.

She picked up her mobile and phoned the one person who could help her.

Rowan picked up immediately.

“Missing your husband this much?” His voice cheery, but her chest tightened and more sobs broke through.

“Aelin, are you okay?” He asked her when he heard her sobbing over the phone.

“I just…” her voice broken “I just lost a three year old girl.”

Rowan was silent for a moment probably looking at the twins who she knew were at the bookshop with him.

“How?”

Aelin sobbed once more “anaphylactic shock.”

“What can I do?”

“Nothing. I just needed to hear your voice.”

A moment later she heard a girl’s voice and realised that Freyja had rushed to Rowan and now wanted to talk to her mum.

Aelin spoke to her daughter for a bit until she stated that she had to go back slaying the dragon.

“How have they been?”

Rowan chuckled “Morrigan has been playing quietly on the mat and coloured a couple of pages of her book.” He sighed “Freyja in the meantime has slain three dragons, saved a prince in distress, went on a quest to find the perfect marker and now is helping me tidy the books in the history section. If she sits down for five minutes I call it a success.”

A small chuckle left Aelin. Their daughters were identical physically, but they were complete opposite when it came to behaviour. Morrigan was like Rowan, calm and quiet. Freyja was a hurricane. Constantly moving and full of energy.

“You could have left them with my mum.”

“Ach, mo chridhe, you know I love having them in the shop. I had a busy day and Freyja just loves to charm the customer with her babbling.”

After a moment of silence Rowan spoke again “how are you two?”

Aelin’s hand went to her stomach “baby and I are fine. The nausea today is not too bad.”

“You need to take it easy.”

Aelin huffed “I worked when I was pregnant with the twins, surely I can manage with just one tenant.”

“I know, but remember what Yrene said.”

“Tha.” She replied. She had been taking Gaelic lessons for a while now, especially because they had decided to raise their daughters to be bilingual, so Aelin had been putting effort in it. But her progress had been slower than she expected and she was still very shy in showing off her language skills.

In that moment her pager went off and she groaned. It was definitely one of those days “Ro, I need to go. Give a kiss to the girls.”

“Will do.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too, fireheart.”

She hung up and ran outside, ready for more drama and a shift that didn’t seem to end. Malcolm met her halfway “Accident in a farm. Crush injuries and chemical burns.”

“This day just gets better and better,” she grabbed the protective gown he passed and while walking to the the A&E she donned the gear.

***

It was later than expected when she did manage to leave the hospital. It really had been the day from hell and all she wanted to do was curl on the sofa in Rowan’s arms while watching the twins play.

She stepped in the house and was quite taken aback by the silence. Their house was never quiet.

“Rowan?” She called, while dumping her messenger bag at the entrance and shedding shoes and jacket “Ro?”

He appeared a moment later with a towel around his waist and Aelin blamed the hormones because in that moment all she wanted to do was to jump him, but with the girls around that was a treat that would have to wait.

“Taking showers without me?” Seeing him in front of her, washed away the tension and the stress of a horrible day.

Rowan opened his arms for her and Aelin crashed in his embrace, his lips kissing the crown of her head.

“Where are the girls?”

“With your mum.” He explained “I thought that after the bad day you had, you could do with some peace and quiet and some care from your husband.” He took her hand and walked upstairs to their bathroom. He opened the door and Aelin gasped. The lights were off but there were candles all around the tub, which in turn was filled with bubbles and foam and Aelin could smell her favourite bath salts.

“I just thought you and I could relax…”

Aelin threw her arms around his neck and kissed him “you really are the man of my dreams.”

He kissed her back and then his hands started to rover along her body “but first… we need to get you out of these clothes…” he whispered and turned her so that her back was against his chest. Slowly he removed her shirt and then the trousers, his hand caressing her bump that had started to show. He then unclasped her bra and soon after her knickers were gone too. Aelin turned in his arms and begged for a kiss he did not deny her.

“You are stunning.” He said softly while his lips teased her neck.

Aelin in response snorted “I will be a stranded whale again, some of the weight I gained from the twins never left me and I have horrible stretch marks. Seriously, you need glasses.”

Rowan’s kiss deepened and her legs went weak. After three years of marriage he still had that power over her.

“You are gorgeous. And those marks are proof of the amazing job you did to bring our girls into the world. They don’t bother me.”

She seemed to believe him and hugged against his chest “sorry,” a small sob broke from her lips “It was such a horrible shift today.”

“Shhh…” Rowan took her hand “nothing a bath with your husband won’t solve.”

Rowan slowly climbed in the big tub and then took her hand for her to follow him.

She sat against his chest, water lapping against her skin. She dunked her head under the water and then leaned it against his shoulder. Rowan grabbed some shampoo and slowly started massaging her scalp.

“This is perfect,” she moaned and Rowan kissed her neck, while his hand trailed down her arms in gentle caresses “just relax in my arms, I am here for you. Let me take care of you.”

Aelin closed her eyes and let the feel of him wash away the dreadful day she had. The pain, the anguish and the fears.

“Thank you for always being at my side. For being my rock.”

Rowan gently kissed her head “when I married you I promised I would be at your side in difficult times…” his hands covered her bump “You are my everything and making sure that you are fine after a dreadful shift goes under my job of husband.”

Her head turned slightly and kissed the length of his neck.

“At our wedding I also promised chocolate cake and, after we finish our bath, I have it ready for you.”

“Good,” she whispered while turning and straddling him. When they fixed up the house they got a bathtub large enough that would allow them to have some fun in it.

“Aelin…” his warning tone. She knew he was not keen on them having sex while she was pregnant, no matter how many times Yrene had told them it was okay.

“I thought you said you’d do anything to make me happy…” her hands slipped under the water and gripped him “your wife is asking you to help her forget.”

At those words he caved because knowing she was okay and happy was all he cared about.

And slowly, in her husband’s arms Aelin forgot about death and pain and only felt his love… healing.

In his arms, love pushed away all the pain.

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numptypylon · 3 years

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Epilogue

I added a short epilogue to Reunion and Intersection today, but I also wrote a much longer one, full of fluffy comfort, to get through the angst-writing in the first two chapters. It’s unedited, unfinished and ridiculously self-indulgent, and I don’t think it really goes with the story, so I elected to not post it, but I’m attaching it here, under the cut, for those interested. Keep in mind it’s a reject for a reason though; this is what my writing looks like in the explorative phase where I’m looking for the point, and in this case I didn’t really find it XD

~2K under the readmore

Callum got there early. A lot of people eyed him warily, but a letter from Queen Janai was a good smoother-of-grumpy-elf-tempers.

No-one had seen Rayla, so… she was probably not here yet.

He went to the inn, bought a large room, lit a roaring fire in there, activating the Sunfire rock he used to keep warm at night under the covers of the bed, and calling for the tub to be filled. It had the usual Skywing heating arrangement, only needing a good Fulminis to heat the water.

He resisted flying out to find her. He risked missing her again, and her leaving town before he got back.

It was about… hitting the point of intersection.

So, he waited at the city gates. He didn’t have to wait nearly as long as he expected, considering the distance she would have had to traverse. Maybe she had recovered and had travelled faster than he thought.

It was definitely her though. A small, lone figure on the mountainside.

He intended to wait for her until she got to him, but then she stopped to lean against a tree and he realized that she had not recovered and was up there sick in the snow… and that resolve evaporated like it had never been.

Like he would ever let her struggle alone a moment longer than she needed to.

It was a measure of her exhaustion that she didn’t notice him until he was basically right in front of her, and even then, her reaction was so much slower than usual.

It still… it was hard to believe it was real. For her too, surely more so.

He numbly pulled his scarf off, packing it around her neck and head. He grazed her cheek and felt it and she felt it and… she felt it, because the tears that had built up in her eyes spilled over at his touch, slipping down her dirty and flushed cheeks.

She looked ready to drop, and felt it too, when he put his arms around her and her disbelief gave way to relief. Whatever ridiculous level of stubbornness had kept her upright for the last day and night of walking through snow and up mountains when she should have been in bed… fell away and she slumped almost completely in his arms.

She sobbed hoarsely for a bit, and he let her.

And she let him, when his hand cupped the back of her head and her hair tickled his fingers and it hit him too that… it was really real, she was here.

They needed to… get to the inn though, so he pulled away and wiped his face. They could… and probably would… have a longer cry and a longer hug later. But she was sick and cold and there was a roaring fire and a filled bathtub two minutes of flight away.

“Let’s go,” he said. “I knew you were coming this way and that you were sick. And I booked a room for… you.” For them both, he hoped, but-

“What?” she blubbered. “But… aren’t… aren’t you mad?”

“I mean, of course I am, but… that’s not really… that can wait.”

“I’m…” she laughed weakly, more tears spilling over. “I’m so happy to see you and there’s… so many things I would like to say and… and I’m such a mess right now and so tired and I’m just… I’m so tired I cried earlier just because a stupid pine branch hit me in the face and knocked me off my sled and it continued down the mountain without me and I’d have to walk instead and-“

“Hey, hey!” He stroked down her flushed, wet cheeks, along fresh scratches where presumably that branch had hit her. Sledding, huh… she always was extremely resourceful and oh so daring. And that explained how she got here so fast. “Rayla, it’s okay. You can rest first. I’ll take care of things… of you. For as long as you want me to, but… definitely for the next few days.”

“How c-can you… are you… here-”

He leant his head against her forehead, relishing in the feeling of contact, even if her skin was clammy and too-hot. “That’s… complicated,” he said. “And also simple. You called me here. I came.”

“Manis. Pluma. Volantis.”

She staggered, when they set down, steadying herself on his shoulder, and Callum was glad he had elected to land in front of the inn instead of at the city gates.

She definitely wasn’t well yet, her breath rasping in her throat, her forehead beading with sweat, cheeks and ears flushed. The fever had maybe broken, but it hadn’t quite left. And she was exhausted, trembling with the effort of staying upright, her eyes dull and glassy.

People were staring, when they went inside, but the innkeeper came over and recommended the soup of the day, and their house-made herbal tea blend with Sky Yak milk, and assured them it would be brought to their room shortly, with a look of very obvious sympathy at Rayla.

And then the door shut behind them.

“I owe-” she started, but he cut her right off.

“No. You’re owed,” he said tightly.

“Owed what?” She sounded… nervous.

“Soup. Hot tea. A warm bed and a fire someone else made. General fussing. Love. Forgiveness. Kindness. A damn break, for once.”

“L-love?”

“Yeah, love.”

Her clumsy fingers fumbled at the clasps of her armor. They were still ice cold when he touched them, the skin red and no-doubt sore.

But she for once didn’t resist any help he gave, sinking gratefully into the tub he had prepared. A warm bath was possibly not great for her fever, but… it was pros and cons and he needed to warm up her hands and feet.

She was barely conscious when he helped her back out of the tub, so he just put her down on a towel on the bed, drying her hair as best he could. He at least managed to get her awake to pull off her own wet underwear and pull his clean night shirt over her head.

“Callum?” she asked, because… she wanted things, and she could have them. “Stay with me? Please.”

He pressed against her back, warm and real.

His hands engulfed hers, big and soft and familiar.

Full of real little details that her brain hadn’t accurately recreated.

The callus at the side of his right index finger, from his charcoal pencil. The scar from a clumsy sparring accident at the second knuckle.

His voice when he said her name and when he told her it was okay.

His kinda… snuffling non-snoring sleep-sound.

And new things, that she hadn’t known to add.

His arms, still skinny, but stronger than they had been.

His too-long hair flopping over his ears.

And things she had yet to find out.

“Morning-“ she muttered, as she woke, feeling warm. And her throat felt a lot better, too and most of that sticky, gross fever feeling was gone, although there was still some sluggish daze, everything just a bit vaguer and floatier than it should have been.

“Afternoon,” Callum corrected lightly, but there was something not so light underneath. “You slept for… 14 hours. I bet you’re hungry.”

“I bet… you were worried.” That was a long time to worry and not wake her to assuage it but just sit in it, watching her sleep.

She reached out to stroke his furrowed brow. Her hands were bandaged though, so she couldn’t touch him properly. She didn’t remember, but did recall something about Callum saying he had called a doctor, and then she must have conked out pretty hard and slept through it.

She clenched and released her hands experimentally. Seemed alright except for being stiff and sore?

“What’s wrong with me?” she asked, staring down at the thick bandages.

“Except for the illness that nearly killed you because you’re such a massive dummy? Lots of things.” He took her hands, starting to unwind the bandages. “For your hands, hopefully only frostnip. I’m supposed to check that, when you woke, take you back to the doctor if there’s signs of deeper frostbite.”

There was some thick ointment, probably the reason for the bandages. Her hands looked reddened, the fingers a bit swollen, but… not so bad. Nothing was white or black or blistered, so really, nothing to worry about, where frostbite was concerned.

Callum wasn’t satisfied with a visual inspection though, cupping her hands in his, methodically checking she could feel all her fingers and make a full fist.

“I think it’s okay,” he said, breathing out, relieved. He did tend to catastrophize- “No… no risk of amputation this time-” His fingers slid across her left wrist, the faint whitened scars from where the binding had dug into her skin and where the sunforge blade had burnt her.

“It’s definitely okay,” she said. “Barely hurts.” She cupped his face, feeling his skin just fine against her fingertips. “It’s not like back then, okay?”

“How do you feel today?”

“Better. Way better. I’m ready to go, if-”

“What?!” He stared at her in disbelief. “Absolutely not. You didn’t hear what the doctor said. But I did, she got here while you were sleeping. And absolutely not.”

“What-“ Was it not just a regular bug?

He breathed, slowly and deliberately. “You’re okay, it’s a regular winter infection going around. But you did a number on your own immune system with the hypothermia and mountain climbing and… she said you were undernourished, dehydrated, stressed and critically exhausted. And that you would do well to take a week or more to fully recover, during which you should eat and rest plenty, stay warm and keep stress down. Does that sound like your regular travel, to you?”

Well… not so much.

“So, I’ll ask again, how do you feel today?”

“Tired,” she sighed. “My hands are stiff and achy. My throat hurts. My legs are wobbly. My head feels full of snot.” She smiled, despite all that. “My heart is happy to see you. It’s okay if you’re- I know… that it’s complicated.”

“It is. We have… some things to talk about. Promise you won’t leave until we do?”

“I promise.”

“Okay. Then, I think we should put the complicated things away for a few days. Until you’re better and it doesn’t hurt your throat to talk. Because… we have a lot of talking to do.”

“You don’t… need to stay. For those few days. If it’s hurting you to-”

He sighed heavily. “It does.” Yeah, he couldn’t say that it didn’t. Being around her with so much… unresolved. She didn’t want that for him. She didn’t… want to have those long and hard conversations right now either, when she was still tired and fevered and liable to burst into tears at the slightest provocation. “But it would hurt me more to leave. Didn’t it hurt you? To leave?”

“Yeah.” So, so much.

He reached out to pack his scarf around her throat more closely, the soft, warm knit a soothing feeling against the raw ache.

“Lie down, okay? Be sick? I’ll read you a story. It has murder and dismemberment in it, I asked the innkeeper specifically.”

#rayllum #rayla #callum #tdp #the dragon prince #numpty fic tag #reunion and intersection

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harrypotter-imaginess · 3 years

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A/N: I think two more parts and an epilogue :)

* If Draco’s being honest, he kind of saw it coming

* Honestly the fact that she had been so quiet when everything unfolded in Paris was very unlike her

* So he’s not at all surprised to see her in the mundane waiting area at his department

* A very frazzled receptionist who’s frantically telling an old war hero that even though she saved the world, she can’t see Mr.Malfoy without an appointment

* “It’s alright Saoirse, I’ll take it from here,” he tells the receptionist with a soft pat on the shoulder before turning his attention to his visitor

* “Hello Granger,” she only replies with a polite smile

* He really was afraid of this

* “what can I do for you?”

* And that’s how he found himself at a cafe around the corner sitting across from his old nemesis -

* And apparently also his old school crush-

* With two steaming cups of untouched tea in front of them

* He’s trying to keep calm, not showing that he’s internally freaking out

* It’s no sooner that the server is out of earshot that Granger leans over the table and says through gritted teeth

* “What are you playing at Malfoy?”

* And Draco, having learned one single thing living with his parents is that when someone is angry-

* You lie

* So he takes control of the moment, lifting the cup of tea to his lips and savoring his sip of tea before saying :

* “I have no idea what you mean”

* It only makes her angrier

* Well what did she think was going to happen?

* That she could just show up unannounced and interrogate him about his relationship

* He doesn’t need her to be hard on him, he’s hard enough on himself for the both of them

* “Honestly Draco, are you so self-involved that you have no consideration for what will happen to them once your family finds out you’re involved with a Muggle”

* He’s thought of nothing but that actually

* “You’ll be fine of course, you’re their son they’ll forgive you for it, call it a flight of youth but what about them? What about the years you’re stealing from them, their mind-“

* Mid tirade, Draco slips a hand into his suit pocket and pulls out a small velvet box

* Hermione stops talking when he sets it down in the middle of the table

* “I bought it the day after our first date”

* After that day, he knew there was no going back

* He couldn’t live a life without you, he couldn’t go back to the way things were anymore

* Hermione doesn’t say anything for a long time

* “Your parents-“she starts

* “Will disown me” Draco finishes and then after thinking about it for a second he adds:

* “Probably”

* “Draco-“ Hermione’ stone is sympathetic but he stops her right there

* “I know you think I’m the worst and daft to boot, and honestly I probably am, but don’t think for a second I haven’t considered all the angles for how this play’s out”

* They sit in silence, and to Draco’s surprise it’s not painful

* It’s just sad

* “You love them that much?” And for the first time, Hermione isn’t looking at him with a glare

* “With all my heart” he responds without a moments thought

* Because it’s true

* If being with you means his family will never speak to him again if it means he’ll have to give up his money if it means he’ll have to give up magic forever

* Then that’s okay

* He’ll give them all up with a smile on his face

* “They show up in my nightmares you know” Granger raises her eyebrow at that

* Ah, that came out wrong

* “Not like that-“

* He’s certainly not saying the person he loves is the root of his nightmares

* Every so often he’ll be back in school

* Kicking some first year while they’re down

* Telling Potter how pathetic he is because he doesn’t have parents

* Standing in front of the vanishing cabinet in the room of requirement, trying to mend it

* Standing in front of Dumbledore with his wand raised

* And he can see himself doing all of these terrible things, things that make him cringe and ashamed

* And then you show up

* A hand placed on his shoulder

* “You can choose kindness Draco”

* “You don’t have to hurt other people so they don’t notice that you’re hurting too”

* “Everything is okay”

* “I’m here now”

* And so, like things always are when you're around, the dream is bathed in warm gold light

* Draco extends his hand, helping the first year onto his feet

* He tells Potter: “sometimes I’m jealous you haven’t got any parents. Sometimes the things they want from me - it's like I can’t breathe”

* He breaks that vanishing cabinet

* And he lowers his wand and whispers “help me please, tell me what I have to do to escape this future”

* And it makes all the difference

* “They’re what saves me,” he says, completely unaware of the look in Hermione’s eyes

* Ron and Harry never saw it, but she did-

* It’s easy for the three of them to be good, they had people like Dumbledore and Arthur Weasley and Professor McGonagall to look up to, to look towards when they thought they may stray from their path

* But Draco never had anyone like that

* He had Snape, but that was a mess in and of itself

* And she’s ashamed to say that as smart as she is, she didn’t see it sooner

* Not until she saw him in that Parisian bakery

* She didn’t think he could look that kind in general, let alone to a Muggle

* But just because he’s better now because of you, doesn’t mean he should be better at the expense of you

* She’s happy for you

* “If you hurt them you won’t need to worry about your parents, I’ll murder you myself”

* Draco laughs

* That seems fair

* “I’m sorry,” and when she seems confused he adds:

* “For all the things I did in school, I regret all of them”

* An awkward expression crosses her face

* “I’m not asking for your forgiveness, I don’t deserve it, I just-“

* He just thought that she deserved one, even if it was after all these years

* “I just wanted to apologize”

* Not wanting to make her uncomfortable he moves to leave, standing up and ticking his chair in

* “Oh and one more thing,” he says before leaving.

* “Let Weasley and Potter know that the irony isn’t lost on me that I fell in love with a Muggle,” he says with a grin, and Hermione smiles back.

* You walk out of the office to see Draco leaning against the building, a brown bag in hand

* He’s wearing that black on black suit

* God he looks yummy

* “Were you waiting for me?” You’re probably grinning when he leans down to greet you with a kiss, grabbing your hand with his free on

* Fingers intertwining as you walk down the street

* “I got finished early, thought I would surprise you with some of your favorite food,” he says the paper bag rustling in his hand

* “My place or yours,” you ask, and Draco gulps

* He puts on his best smile

* “Yours is probably best”

* He strips off his coat the moment he asks in, before helping you out of yours

* “You’re being so attentive today,” you say with a giggle while he tucks your hair behind your ear

* “Just missed you is all,” he says with a smile

* “Hard day at work?” You ask setting your keys down and you see Draco shrug

* “A little” a tiny reassuring smile curled onto his face

* “I’ll get us some wine,” you say “white or red?”

* “Surprise me”

* He takes a seat on your couch, leg bouncing

* It has to be now

* He has to do it now

* You come back with two glasses of rosé

* “I thought you said my options were white or red?” He says taking one of the glasses

* “And you said ‘surprise me’”

* He laughs, setting the glass down on a coaster

* “You know there’s no one else like you in the world, you’re an original piece” he’s teasing, but it’s not unkind

* You banter back:

* “Well I didn’t see you complaining about my originality last month when you proposed to me”

* He smiles at you

* And you know exactly what’s about to happen

* Before his hand dips into his pocket

* Before you see the velvety box, which creaks open to reveal a formidable diamond ring

* Before Draco says

* “That’s right, I love your originality, I love everything about you. And I want nothing more than to spend my entire life being surprised by you”

* “Will you marry me?”

* Yes

* Of course, it’s a yes

* How could it not be?

* You don’t realize you’re crying until Draco’s thumbs wipe away the tears on your cheeks

* Your mouth opens to tell him that you want nothing more than to surprise him for the rest of your life too, nothing more than to stay by his side

* When he stops you

* “Before you answer, there’s something you need to know, something I haven’t been 100% honest about”

* Draco averts his gaze and you feel anxiety gnaw at you

* What sort of terrible thing could it be?

* He looks straight into your eyes with those warm Grey orbs

* Gulps, and says:

* “I’m a wizard (Y/N)”

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tomboyneedshercoffee · 4 years

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Lovedust Pt.6 || Peter Parker x Stark Reader

Summary: Y/N finds out more about how the lovedust works and it leads to her realizing her biggest fears about Peter if he’s cured.

Word Count: 4.2k

Author’s Note: There’s a lot going on right now but thank you guys for being so incredibly kind and patient with me. Shit is going to hit the fan real soon with Lovedust so stay tuned! ALSO Don’t forget to leave comments if you guys liked it or hey even if you hated it! ALSO ALSO My taglist is getting pretty big and hectic so if I missed yours, I am VERY sorry pls just message me again so I can add you asap!

Warnings: Mild language, mentions of death and nightmares, slowburn

part one || part two || part three || part four || part five || part six ||

part seven || part eight || epilogue

As your eyes fluttered open, you gave yourself a minute to adjust to the sound of rain hitting against your bedroom window. You closed your eyes as you inhaled deeply, your arm instinctively reached beside you to touch Peter, only to find that side of the bed empty.

You opened your eyes again and slowly raised yourself up to turn to see that your prediction was correct and that he wasn’t next to you. You knew it wasn’t a dream, you distinctively remembered him holding you as you fell asleep but you guessed he might’ve left soon after.

The memories of last night rushed through your head as you felt your heart drop slightly and already, you felt empty so early in the morning. You remembered everything about the nightmare but more importantly, you remembered Peter cradling you like a child as you cried in his arms.

You couldn’t wrap your head around a single feeling to describe the thoughts in your mind. As every day passed, Peter was showing you more and more how much he truly cared for you, and the thought of him not being able to keep the same energy once he was cured terrified you.

You loved this new Peter and how kind and compassionate he was around you. It was annoying at first dealing with the cringey pick up lines and weird comments about the two of you getting married but now that you realized there was more to those side effects, you found him even more endearing.

It was the small things like how he sacrificed the right side of his body so that you could fit under the umbrella perfectly or how he would willingly sit through a horror movie for you even though you both knew how much he hated them.

You even saw a change in yourself and how you treated him. The other day, you two sat side by side on the couch and shared headphones while listening to the playlist you made for him or when you would tell him a dumb joke just so you could hear him laugh.

It was selfish to hang onto the idea that Peter would always be this kind to you but you rather savored the moments you two had together since you knew better to know that nothing in life was guaranteed.

You felt embarrassed that he had seen you so vulnerable, especially since Peter didn’t know what happened to your parents and now, you felt like you owed him an explanation. You looked back at your clock and sighed once you saw that you had already missed the beginning half of school, you thought screw it, you were taking a mental health day.

“ Is it senior skip day or something?” You looked up to see your dad standing in your doorway with his arms crossed over his chest in a scolding manner but once he saw your dazed expression, he dropped the act,” Y/N? Is everything okay?”

You could feel your throat tighten as you shook your head, refusing to cry again.

“ Nightmare,” You swallowed to stop yourself from letting anymore sobs from coming out of your mouth as Tony sat next to you and put his hand on your shoulder.

“ I know kid, I know,” Tony brought you closer to him as you hugged him tightly.

You had told Tony about your nightmares but he was already well aware on what happened with your parents. You were still pretty young when your parents had passed and you’ve lived most of your life with Tony as a parent but that didn’t mean you weren’t traumatized over what happened years ago.

Tony had not only given you a good home and had locked down your future, but he was always there to listen and offer help, whether it was from himself or health experts.

“ It was Peter this time,” You said softly as you felt your dad hug you even tighter,” I don’t know why but he was in the nightmare and he-he tried to hurt me...I feel so guilty, I don’t know why he was there but my brain just made him you know?”

“ That’s not something you can control Y/N, remember what I said, your brain just picks up on different people-unless he did something. Did he do something to you? Cause I swear-”

“ No, no Dad it was the opposite,” You sighed as you pulled away and bit the inside of your cheek,” I know you told me not to hang out with Peter but...we’ve been getting closer and I think I...I don’t know. All I know was that when he comforted me after my nightmare, I felt the safest I’ve been in a long time….Things are different now. I don’t know what I could say to convince you but please don’t get mad.”

You looked down at your bedsheets to avoid his gaze and you weren’t sure if he was burning a stern glare at the back of your head or not.

“ I’m not mad about Peter, I already knew you were seeing him behind my back anyway and I should’ve known you two would’ve pulled some Romeo and Juliet bullcrap. Anyway- You’re strong enough to look after yourself, hell stronger than some of these people living here and if I may speak candidly, I know you could kick his ass if he ever crossed a line,” Your dad said as you let out a small chuckle,” I want you to be safe and happy. I would prefer you feel that way without a boy in the mix but I won’t yuck your yum.”

You wrinkled your nose but you couldn’t help but smirk,” Do you think I’m strong enough to become an Avenger?”

“ You already are,” Your dad smiled as you inhaled deeply,” but before we get too mushy, I did actually want to talk to you about the other day, you know, about Peter’s health.”

You sat up straighter in your seat as you nodded attentively at him before he continued.

“ It’s really important that you keep this between you, me and Banner, okay? I’m gonna use some big words so keep up,” You nodded again as you felt your heart beat rapidly against your chest,” you already know this but the lovedust activates a huge amount of serotonin in the body and sometimes that can lead to some major health problems. Well, with every day that passes, he runs the risk of having a ventricular tachycardia and that’s what explained how he collapsed the other day-”

“ Hold on, he collapsed? And did you say a ventricular tachycardia? Like a heartattack?” You asked as you felt your own heart stop for a moment as your dad gave you a confused expression,” So you’re telling me the lovedust could kill him? When did this happen?”

Your dad inhaled sharply as he swallowed hard,” Yesterday afternoon. We were done running tests and Banner noticed a car pull up and I said it was your friend John-”

“Josh.”

“ Yeah sure. Then we heard a loud thud and Peter just dropped. He just fainted but still, it’s a sign that things are getting worse,” Your dad said as you felt your heart completely shatter.

You felt like it was all of your fault. Even though Peter just fainted, he could’ve hit his head and died right there and you couldn’t stop yourself from filling your head with more terrible thoughts.

“ Oh my god, I never thought things would get this bad,” You said as you rested your forehead in the palm of your hands, trying to keep a consistent stream of thoughts but each idea made you think of Peter getting hurt,” and there’s still not a cure? What have you guys even figured out so far-it’s been almost a week!”

You knew your dad was trying his best but all you wanted was for Peter to get better and it didn’t help that time was against everyone. Peter could suffer a heartattack at any time of day and it didn’t make you feel better than nothing was being solved.

“ Well we have a pretty strong theory about what caused the lovedust if you’re up for hearing it,” Your dad suggested as you hesitantly nodded.

“ Our main theory is that the lovedust is effective when the patient- Peter- makes contact with the variable-you- and since you were the first person he saw, it activated his serotonin output. So it could’ve been anyone and Peter would’ve had the same reaction,” Tony said and it was so silent for a minute that you could hear a pin drop,” why is your face pale?”

You didn’t know how much you didn’t want to hear that theory until this very moment. You weren’t even sure why you could feel your throat close up again but this news made you sink back onto your bed.

Peter really didn’t mean anything he was saying. After all those late night talks about how in love with you he was, those were all just side effects. Those were never his thoughts. He never really loved you.

“ Oh...that’s good I guess,” You said quietly as Tony’s pager buzzed. You could tell Tony wanted to stay and talk to you but when he looked down at the notification, it seemed pretty urgent,” you can go, I’m just gonna stay here for a little bit.”

“ We’ll talk later, okay kiddo?” Tony patted your knee and walked past your bed, closing your bedroom door behind him.

You stared up at your bedroom ceiling as you thought about what your dad said. Peter’s condition was getting worst but now, at least they figured out something that could help them along the way. If they could figure out the properties of the lovedust than that means they could reverse it and find a cure.

What if you didn’t want them to find a cure?

You almost talked yourself out of your thought and called yourself a selfish idiot in the process, the goal was for them to help Peter. This could help Peter, you reminded yourself as you got up from your bed to get dressed.

You weren’t sure where you wanted to go but you thought that your mental health day could carry on to the outside world.

Mad....why were you mad?

You had no reason to be so upset and you kept reminding yourself as the elevator went down to the garage. You aggressively pressed the button to unlock your car and once you sat down in the driver’s seat, you started your car and backed out of the garage.

It was pouring outside and while you hated driving in the rain, you just had to leave to clear your head.

Why were you upset?

Maybe because for once in your life, you felt special.

You stopped on the brakes and you could feel your heart sink into your chest as the rain hit against your windshield.

You shook your head slowly before you slapped your hands against your steering wheel hard.

Was it awful that you loved the attention you were getting and maybe, just maybe, you were starting to see Peter differently?

You slammed your firsts against the wheel again and again as you let out a frustrated grunt through your gritted teeth.

You were mad that Peter could die. You were mad that there wasn’t a cure. You were mad that the lovedust had ruined your life. You were content without Peter meddling in your life but now that he had left such an impression, all you wanted to do was make sure he stayed as true to himself as he was now.

You couldn’t expect that from him. You couldn’t expect that once he was cured, he would act back to his regular douchebag self but anything was possible, he didn’t owe you anything.

You taunted yourself as you tried to snap out of whatever this hellish tantrum you were throwing.

Why would you be upset over a guy who had fake feelings for you all this time?

It wasn’t his fault and it wasn’t your fault either.

Anyone. It could have been anyone. It could’ve been a sockpuppet and Peter would’ve probably tried marrying the damn thing.

You snapped your head over to the passenger side of the door once you heard a hard tap come from the window. Once you saw it was Peter, you turned to face the front and unlocked the door without looking back at him.

He opened the door and sat down beside you in the passenger seat without saying anything. He was soaking wet from head to toe and while you were annoyed he was getting the inside of your car wet, you had more important things to focus on.

It was too quiet for your liking but there wasn’t anything you wanted to say to him. Frankly, you weren’t sure why you even let him in.

“ How did you sleep?” Peter asked quietly as he tested the waters.

It was clear that you were in some type of mood but Peter never knew how to approach situations like this, especially since he didn’t know why you were so upset.

“ I slept fine, you?”

“ Good I guess,” Peter shrugged as he shifted awkwardly in his seat,” are you okay? Are you upset about what happened last night-”

“ No,” You said truthfully as you leaned your head back against the headrest,” I mean, yes, I’m okay but no I’m not upset about last night.”

“ Well something is clearly bothering you and I just want to help. You know you can tell me anything, I mean it Y/N, we’re friends now. We shouldn’t be hiding things from each other,” Peter said as you let out a dry laugh.

You knew you couldn’t reveal everything to Peter about what your dad had told you but it didn’t stop you from feeling angry.

“ Okay, you want to be honest, lets be honest. When were you going to tell me that you collapsed at the lab?” You asked as you turned your whole body to face him,” my dad told me this morning.”

Peter inhaled deeply but looked you straight in the eye,” I was going to tell you... eventually. It’s not like I had time to really sit down with you, I know you’re going through a lot right now and I didn’t want to stress you out. Besides, I feel fine now, it’s not a big deal.”

It was a big deal, he could die. That’s what you wanted to tell him. His life was at stake and yet you were keeping this big secret from him. It was hypocritical and wrong and if anyone else had told you, you would’ve revealed to Peter about his worsening condition.

But it was your dad who told you to keep things a secret for now and you just had to trust him for both of your sakes.

You looked at him for a moment as you studied his face while he did the same to you. It was as if you both had so much on your mind yet no one wanted to be the first one to detonate the bomb.

“ I’m just so tired Peter. I’m tired of having conflicted feelings on whether or not this lovedust has been creating more problems than solving them… Whatever this is between us, I like it a lot but I hate feeling so pathetic to the point where I actually enjoy the feeling of having a guy give me attention only because of some space shit,” You turned your attention back to the steering wheel,” How do we carry on with our lives once you’re cured? What’s stopping you from being a complete asshole to me like before?”

“ I told you, nothing has to change. No matter what happens, we’ll always be in each other’s lives as friends or something more. I would never treat you the way I did in the past, I swear on my life.”

Peter could feel the energy in the car shift right as he finished speaking but there was nothing he could do to change the course of the conversation. The path had already been set and now, he just had to strap in and hope he could hang on.

“ How am I supposed to believe that? How do I know anything you’re saying is true? Everything this lovedust has been built on is a lie, you don’t love me Peter. It’s a fucking chemical reaction that is messing with your body,” You snapped loudly but Peter hardly flinched,” your mind and body has been corrupted by a parasite. You say you love me but if you take the lovedust away, you don’t. It’s that simple.”

“ Just because it’s a chemical reaction doesn’t mean that the way I’m feeling is a lie. I spend so many nights thinking about you and how happy you make me so for you to say that I don’t actually love you-”

“ Are you listening to yourself? You love me because of the dust, why is that so hard for you to understand? Love is supposed to be natural, this is not natural! If the way you’re feeling isn’t a lie, look me in the eye right now and tell me, did you love me before the lovedust?” You asked as you turned back to face him,” tell me the honest truth, did you love me?”

Peter felt like his body was burning up in the worst possible way and his throat felt dry as he thought carefully. It was so hard for him to see how terrible he was in the past because of the lovedust, all he could think when he saw you was just utter love.

You were visibly hurt, even if you were shouting at him he could read you like a book and there was something that he knew was there but he just couldn’t figure out what it was. It felt like some sort of test that Peter had to decipher; he didn’t have all of the pieces of the puzzle so how was he supposed to get the full picture?

“ I don’t...no. No I didn’t,” Peter said softly as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding,” but that doesn’t mean I didn’t care about you.”

There it was, the million-dollar answer to the million-dollar question. Of course he didn’t love you, he had tormented you for years. Your dad’s “theory” was right, the lovedust didn’t matter if he had loved you beforehand. It could’ve been anyone.

So even if you might’ve known all along, why did it hurt and why were you upset?

“ Stop lying to me. You never cared about me, you loved humiliating me,” You said in a shaky breath,” you loved seeing me cry and you loved it when I got mad. I could see it all across your face, you loved making me absolutely miserable. So you can say you love me all you want now, but I know the truth. You don’t understand, this lovedust is ruining me, Peter. Do you know how painful it is to be tormented for years and all of a sudden, the same person is now in love with you just like that?”

“ Ruining you? You didn’t touch the damn thing! And you want to talk about pain-Do you know how painful it is to love you?” Peter shouted as he felt his voice crack,” If I’m not near you, I feel like I’m going to die but when I’m around you, my chest feels like it’s going to burst open and it’s painful. I’m in pain right when I wake up in the morning to right before I go to sleep everyday because the mere thought of you drives me insane-”

“ I didn’t ask for you to love me-”

“ I didn’t ask to love you either!” Peter shouted back louder, this time to make sure you would stop interrupting him,” My body feels weak all the time, I’m fucking falling apart because I love you so much. So don’t tell me that I’m lying about loving you because that’s all I feel when I look at you. Even when I’m pissed off I still love you but if you think for one second I’m going to sit here and let you attack me for my past that I have already apologized for, then I don’t want to hear it.”

Peter gave you one last look before getting out of your car and straight into the rain. Peter slammed the car door behind him so hard to where the door completely fell off the hinges but Peter was so angry that he kept walking away.

“ You fucking...ugh!” You screamed as you got out of your car and followed behind him.

You were completely livid, you both were being unfair but just because he was going through a different type of pain than you didn’t mean yours hurt any less.

You shouted after Peter but the rain was so loud to the point where you considered that maybe he just couldn’t hear you. You sped up your pace to the point where you almost slipped against the concrete.

“ You don’t get to tell me that I can’t be mad at the past Peter when it’s only been a week since you got infected!” You yelled as you grabbed Peter’s arm to stop him from walking away from you,” Just because you apologized doesn’t mean I can let it go so easily. For years, you made me feel like I would be alone for the rest of my life because no one would ever love me!”

Peter whipped his head back around to face you as you kept a strong grip around his wrist,“ And I’m telling you now that I love you and I was a fucking idiot for hurting you. Jesus Y/N I am sorry but we’ve had this conversation before so why are you mad at me?”

All you could focus on were his eyes, which were darting back and fourth across your face as if he was pleading with you. You had pushed him across the line so many times but now, Peter was pushing back because he just needed a clear answer.

You both were tired of yelling and fighting and in this moment, Peter was so close to tearing down the walls you had set up for years to keep yourself safe against him. It was eating away at you because deep down, you knew why you were mad at him, you just didn’t know if you could bring yourself to let it slip out of your mouth.

The rain sounded muffled and all you could think about was how cold you were feeling. You were somewhat forcing yourself to focus on anything other than Peter but you were trapped in his desperate gaze.

You felt your breath hitch as you could feel yourself getting choked up,” I’m mad...I’m mad because the way you feel about me right now, it’s fleeting... it’s temporary. One day when you’re cured, you’re going to stop loving me and that terrifies me.”

Peter squeezed your hand and you didn’t even realize that while you were talking, the grip you had around his wrist had moved to interlock your fingers with his. You could feel your chest tighten as you moved your eyes down to your hands and you slowly moved your gaze to meet Peter’s.

“ Why does it terrify you?” Peter asked softly and now it was your turn to plead with him using your eyes as if you were saying please don’t make me say it.

Maybe a part of Peter knew that you wouldn’t admit that maybe, there was something developing between the two of you that you just couldn’t bring yourself to admit. But Peter knew you well and even as he read you like a book, he wanted to hear it for himself.

“ I’m terrified because…” You almost said it as a whisper and even Peter was having a hard time hearing you because his heart was beating so loudly,” because I…”

You swallowed hard as you looked down at his lips and even if it was just for a second, Peter caught you staring. Peter felt his knees weaken and he was seconds away from just pulling you into his arms but it was your move.

Peter had given you all the power and while a part of him felt relieved, it didn’t stop him from reaching up and tucking a strand of wet hair behind your ear. This was the moment he had been waiting for.

He had given you all of the puzzle pieces you needed except he saved the last one just for you. He wanted you to put the last piece in so that way you two could step back together and admire all of the hard work you put into it.

You would’ve. You were going to let him know everything and unravel in his arms because finally, you could let go.

You wanted nothing more than to pick up that stupid puzzle piece and slam it into the puzzle to show him you were serious. You were going to let your walls crumble down and for once, you were going to be fearless.

But you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“ I can’t,” You said softly as you let go of Peter’s hand and practically rushed back towards the building, leaving Peter alone in the rain.

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writeforfandoms · 3 years

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Shake, Rattle and Roll epilogue

My masterlist

Okay folks. This is later than I intended but uh life kicked me around a bit. Sorry.

Also. Once you’ve read it. There is a possibility that I could do a sequel for this, if there’s interest. I know I left things unsolved (the actual original murder for one) and I know what happened and how and why, but there wasn’t a clean space to add it in, because life doesn’t always work that way. SO if you wanna know more, let me know! My ask box is always open to y’all. Also lmk if you want more because honestly? I could definitely be persuaded to write more. This is fun.

Summary: A little bit of cleanup. Some sleep. Some coffee. Things will look better in the morning.

Warnings: Just swearing for this one, nothing terrible.

Tags: @fandom-blackhole @pedrocentric @sarahjkl82-blog @giizhkens-cedar

It didn’t take longer than an hour to get back to your apartment, all told. The three of you hadn’t stuck around long after making sure Inumon and Mikken were both dead. Cee had been a trooper, keeping up with you and not complaining once on the trip. You splurged for a private ride for a few reasons, one of which was that you simply really did not want to bother with public transit at this hour. It was late, later than you usually ventured out, and between the hour and the leftover adrenaline, you were a bit twitchy. Ezra, on the other hand, seemed cool as a cucumber.

But once the three of you were in your apartment, you were half-way to collapsing, and Cee looked like she was hanging on by a thread.

“Sleep first,” you decided. “Planning tomorrow.” You pointed Cee sternly to the couch before you left to grab extra blankets and pillows for her.

“You sure it’s okay for me to stay the night?” Cee asked, sounding close to her age for the first time all night.

“I insist,” you told her firmly, handing her two pillows. “I’ve got more blankets if you need them, and you can borrow some clothes if you don’t want to sleep in those.”

“I’m okay for tonight,” Cee told you after a momentary pause. “Thank you.”

“Here.” You stepped into the kitchenette to grab her a glass of water. “Drink before bed or you’ll probably be dehydrated in the morning.”

Cee’s lips twitched but she took the glass. Probably just to appease you, but whatever, you’d take it.

“I can find my own accommodations for the night,” Ezra offered.

“No, I’ve got a cot you can use,” you offered. “It’s not the most comfortable thing, but it’ll do.”

“It’ll do, indeed,” Ezra mused. “Very gracious of you.”

You waved his thanks off, going back to the closet to grab the cot, and more pillows and blankets. Fortunately you were well stocked on those. Ezra helped, taking the cot from you and setting it up as you directed him.

“Planning tomorrow,” you said again, looking between the two of them. Cee was already curled up under a blanket on the couch. “Sleep now, hopefully. When we’re all less tired.”

“You’d do well to take your own advice, dove,” Ezra advised, glancing over at you from setting up the cot. “Get some water and sleep.”

You shot him a look, a little exasperated but mostly amused. You hesitated for a few moments, though. Did you bring up the kiss? Wait for him to bring it up? Then you made a face at yourself for acting like a kid with a crush and headed for your bedroom, more than ready to collapse. Everything would keep until tomorrow, of that you were certain.

Despite being unused to having company, you fell asleep quickly and slept soundly. You woke to the smell of coffee, and rolled out of bed still a bit bleary.

Cee and Ezra were both already awake. Cee was sitting on the couch cross-legged, while Ezra lounged against the counter. You looked at both of them briefly and then made for the coffee, hip-checking Ezra out of your way.

“Good morning to you too, dove,” Ezra said, bright and amused.

“Coffee first,” you grumbled, getting down a mug. Coffee always came first.

“Coffee gremlin,” Cee said knowingly.

“The fuck, kid?” You half-turned to shoot her a betrayed look, to which she shot you a bright smile. Okay. Fine. Kid could make fun of you if she smiled like that. Fuck. You doctored your coffee how you liked it quickly, not bothering to move from where you were still right next to Ezra. He didn’t seem to mind, and it was your place, he could move if he wasn’t comfortable.

“So,” Cee started, looking at you briefly before suddenly finding the coffee table in front of her fascinating. “What now?”

You let out a breath, not quite a sigh. “What do you want? First and foremost.”

Cee considered for a few moments, letting the silence stretch. “I want to go to school.” Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper.

“Okay,” you agreed easily, tamping down your anger. Damon was dead, your anger would do you no good. “School. That can be arranged.”

Her head popped up and she stared at you, painfully hopeful. “Seriously?”

“‘Course. I’ll work it out. I know some people.” You smiled at her, hoping you hid your pain well enough. This poor kid. She clearly wasn’t used to people standing in her corner. New mantra for the day: Damon’s already dead, don’t be mad at him.

“I reckon I shall have to venture on to find my next job, as this one didn’t pan out,” Ezra said, though he was watching you.

You snorted softly at that. “I might know a few people for that, too,” you admitted before you took a large sip of coffee. “I’ve made a few contacts over the years.”

Ezra blinked at you, momentarily stunned silent. Probably not used to people offering help, rather than bartering. Clear sign he’d spent too long on the Green Moon.

“Right,” you muttered, shifting away from the counter and starting to pace, because you felt better thinking while moving, and this required some thinking. “Cee, we’re gonna have to go get some of your things. I’m assuming you have things you’d like to keep that aren’t currently with you?”

Cee nodded, hair bobbing around her until she pushed it behind her ears.

“Okay. That’s the top of the list. I can always send out a few feelers now, probably won’t hear back from anyone for a few hours at least. We should try to move quickly, I have no idea when that house will be discovered, or people will be noted as missing.” You took another sip of coffee, your mind whirring back to life.

You were abruptly stopped in the middle of one of your circuits, Ezra grabbing you firmly. You squeaked and managed not to slosh coffee all over the two of you, even as he grinned.

“A more generous and selfless soul I’ve not had the pleasure of meeting,” he hummed, voice low, eyes bright. “You are a rare one indeed, dove.”

You blinked at him, flabbergasted, not quite sure how to respond to that. Which, of course, he took advantage of, and kissed you again. Your brain blanked out just as quickly as it had woken up.

“As cute as you two are,” Cee interrupted after seconds? Minutes? Who the hell kept track of time anymore anyway. “There’s something I need to show you.”

You pulled back from Ezra with some reluctance and pointed a finger at him. “We’re revisiting this topic later.”

“Yes ma’am.” Ezra’s lips curled in a devious, smug smile.

You swallowed hard and turned to Cee, watching as she dug something out of her pocket. She unfolded it on the coffee table, looking suddenly nervous. You drifted closer to look.

It was a map. A map of the Green Moon, if you weren’t mistaken. A map of the Green Moon with coordinates and a circled area.

“Dad didn’t have the only copy of the map,” Cee told you, looking between you and Ezra. “I have one too.”

Time stood still. You were frozen. You didn’t move, didn’t breathe. Just stared at the map. And then, slowly, you looked at Ezra. The look on his face scared you, just a little. He looked… well, he looked like a prospector presented with a map to possibly the biggest haul of aurelac ever seen. Hungry and greedy and a little awestruck.

“Tomorrow,” you decided, shaking your head and putting your hand flat over the map, breaking the spell on the room. “That is now a tomorrow problem. We have more immediate problems to figure out first.” You shot Ezra a look that just dared him to disagree with you. But he simply nodded, leaning back, unwilling to argue over it.

Good. You had enough problems for today that you needed to tackle. One last deep breath, and you left the two of them so you could start sending out messages. Today problems first. You could tackle the map problem tomorrow. Or later, if you could manage it. For today, Cee was your priority.

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imkylotrash · 4 years

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You Broke Me First (You Look Happier Part 3)

Pairing: Trevor Matthews x reader, Hardin Scott x Tessa (current), Hardin Scott x reader (Ex)

Summary: You moved away to move on but Hardin just can’t seem to let you go.

A/N: I’m aiming for one more part which will be the last one. I hope you enjoy!

READ PART 1 READ PART 2 READ PART 4 READ EPILOGUE

“Thank you so much for your time,” you say shaking Vance’s hand.

“Of course. I’ll have my assistant send you over the contract. Sounds good?” he asks with a smile.

“Absolutely, sir.”

“Please, it’s just Vance. Sir makes me feel a tad too old,” making the two of you laugh. You can feel your hands shaking slightly out of pure nerves but the hard part is over now and you did it. You got the job. In a moment of pure stupidity mixed with giddiness you decide to stop the elevator on the 3rd floor. He did say to come find you.

“I’m looking for a Trevor,” you say by the reception and a nice lady points you to the office down the hall.

“Knock knock,” you say standing in the doorway. Trevor looks up from his computer and smiles.

“What are you doing here?” he asks removing his glasses.

“Well, you did say you hoped to see me around. And I just wanted to let you know that you’ll be seeing me around a lot more.”

“That’s amazing. Congratulations!” he stands up and moves to hug you. The hug is just right. Warm, soft and short.

“Thank you! I didn’t really have anyone to tell. I just moved here, so I thought you at least were a friendly face.” It’s a bit of a stretch. You have Zed. But in this big city you’ve come to find that a good social network is crucial to survive. And Trevor seems like a guy you want to know.

“Actually, I just moved here too. I transferred when the department opened. So I know how you feel.”

“Really?” That’s when you learn that Trevor’s been working just a half hour away from you for the last couple of years. It’s a small world indeed.

“Well, listen. I’ve got some things I need to finish up, but would you like to meet for dinner maybe?” Your hesitation last only a second but he catches on.

“Just as friends, I promise. Like you said, it’s nice with a friendly face.” You’re saying yes before you let yourself think too much. Hardin would hate the guy standing in front of you. Mainly because he’s everything Hardin isn’t. And that’s not a good or bad thing, but Hardin’s always had trouble dealing with his image.

“I’ll be here around 7 then?” you ask to confirm with Trevor.

“Sounds perfect. I know just the place.” You wave goodbye before heading home. Zed is overjoyed that you got the job and frankly, you are too. It’s the small steps in the right direction. Slowly, but surely your heart weighs less and less. You even catch yourself singing in the shower that afternoon which you haven’t done in a long time.

“Who’s got you in such a good mood?” Zed asks when you return from the bathroom. He’s flipping through the channels on the tv.

“We don’t have to,” you say knowing that if the roles had been reversed you wouldn’t want to hear anything about Zed’s love life. If you could even say that Trevor was part of yours.

“I listened to you whine over Hardin for more than a year. I’m okay,” he jokes and when he sees your face, he adds, “Really, Y/N. It’s okay. I have to get over you at some point.” Every trace of humour has left his face. You know it’s stupid but you tell him anyway. He was your best friend before anything else.

“His name is Trevor. He works at Vance. We’re just meeting as friends,” you reveal not being able to keep a smile off your face. You’d forgotten how good butterflies in your stomach feel. It’s been a long time since you’ve had any reason to get excited for a dinner.

“I’m really happy for you. I think it’s great you’re putting yourself out there. And I hope it works out, but even if it doesn’t then it’s a baby step in the right direction.” He gives your hand a little squeeze to let you know that the two of you are good.

“Thank you.” You’re not just thanking him for now but for everything he’s done. He’s been your rock when you thought you were falling.

“I love you too. Now get going!” He shoos you towards the door making you laugh.

“I’m going, I’m going,” you say grabbing your purse.

“You look great,” he calls after you. Thankfully, it’s only a short walk to the office where Trevor is already waiting by the front lobby.

“You look beautiful,” he states fidgeting a little with the knot on his tie. You notice it’s a new one from earlier.

“Thank you, Trevor. You look quite dashing yourself.” You blush not knowing where those words came from but Trevor seems too occupied with his own thoughts to notice.

“So did you know a place?” you ask to break the silence. He nods and gestures to take his arm. He holds the door for you creating a feeling in your stomach that you’ve never felt before. Gentleman through and through. The dinner is better than you expect. Trevor is easy to make conversation with and it turns out that the two of you have more in common than you thought. He’s so laid back and calm that it makes you feel calm too. There’s nothing forced, so when you’re standing outside your front door at the end of the night, you don’t think twice when you lean in and kiss him.

“That was nice,” he whispers clearly surprised that you’d been bold enough to make the first move. He leans in for another kiss making you smile.

“We should say goodnight,” you reckon. You want to take things slow and make sure it feels completely right. The wound from Hardin is closed now but the skin is still fragile. You can’t take much more hurt right now.

“Goodnight,” he whispers placing a kiss on your forehead before turning around. You watch him drive away. It takes you a moment before you go inside. The ghost of his kiss is still there making you smile. The remainder of the week you and Trevor text back and forth constantly and when you see him at work Monday morning the butterflies flutter in your stomach once again.

“Hi,” you say getting into the elevator with him. Thankfully no one enters other than you two so when the door closes you immediately turn and drag him in for a kiss.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you,” he whispers back kissing you. The days spent apart made your crush even worse because they allowed you to pine after him. Sometimes distance does make the heart grow fonder.

“Meet me for lunch?” you ask and he agrees before getting off. You’re so caught up in your own thoughts that you don’t notice him until you’re standing in your office.

“Hardin?”

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The Last Thing Left (Zemo x F!Reader) 9/9 - The Epilogue

If it wasn’t so painfully ironic (and hilarious to watch,) Helmut would find the relationship between Sam and James a little sad.

Ghosts weren’t enough to hold two people together.

While they wait for Torres to locate Donya Madani, Zemo brings Sam and Bucky to the home he once shared with you.

You reunite and he reflects upon his relationship with you (his wife’s friend and his friend’s wife) and your journey from being people with mutual friends to partners.

Part Nine: You Carry On

Angst, brief allusions to sex, I use Serbian Cyrillic as a stand-in for Sokovian.

Note: Main Character is neutral in most regards, but the story was written with my own cultural background in mind. (In other words, I won’t say what she looks like but I envision her as being black.)

First Chapter | Previous

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You watch him go.

You watch him leave you once again— watch him go off into some dark, unknown future you can never be a part of.

And it hurts.

It hurts to know how much you’ll miss him, hurts to think you'll never see him again.

You take a deep breath (and another and another and another) but the pain only spreads faster as dread closes in all around you.

You feel lost in it, drowned by it, changed by it—but you won’t surrender to it. You’ve walked this road before and you know the way forward. So you take a step, then another, and you turn away from the outside world with a heavy, ragged breath.

The kitchen is far too cheery now. The sun streams inside through the open curtains, and the smell of coffee lingers in the air. Helmut washed the dishes before he left, leaving only his favorite mug behind. It stares at you from its place on the countertop, its dark ceramic gleaming in the light.

You don’t feel your knees buckle or your hands shake, you don’t feel the mangled sob rising up from your chest, you don’t feel the tears that gather at the corner of your eyes and pour down your cheeks like heavy rain.

Your body lurches forward. You reach out to steady yourself but somehow manage to knock the mug over instead. It strikes the title with a sickening clink that echoes through the air.

It chips, but it doesn't shatter. The coffee spills from the mouth and spreads fans out in every direction, staining the tiles on the floor.

Helmut would never know you chipped his favorite mug—but you cry about it anyway.

You cry for the life you could have had together, one where you dumped the stale remnants of his coffee every morning, one where your first kiss wasn’t also the last, one where he held you every day, and you healed your hearts together instead of apart.

You cried because your feelings had no place else to go.

Time passes.

You’re alright; you don’t break, or bend, or toil beneath the weight of your grief. The world moves forward, and so do you:

Anežka returns. (“How was the Baron?” She asks you. “We’re the two of you able to… become familiar with one another?” You wish.)

You learn Helmut was taken to the raft. (You order his affairs and have his things sent over to him.)

Sam Wilson becomes Captain America. (He gives a speech that inspires the world to do better.)

The Flag Smashers are killed in a car bombing. (‘No suspects as of yet,’ the report says and your heart tightens at the thought of who might have been responsible.)

You carry on.

You receive a package in the mail one day, a thick brochure from The Raft outlining the specifics of a Prison Work Rehabilitation Program.

The front photo was disturbingly picturesque, framing the facility as less of a prison and more like a seaside resort.

'Propaganda,’ you think as you flip through the glossy pages. The program is endorsed by some guy named Thaddeus Ross. You think he was a general or a secretary or something but you aren’t quite sure.

The back of the brochure displays an image of a happy family reuniting and you roll your eyes. Prisoners on the Raft don’t get to go home to their families.

You toss the brochure away without a second thought.

A few weeks later, you’re sent flowers after an art show. It’s a beautiful arrangement; twelve thick-stemmed roses wrapped in gold foil.

It adds a classic touch to the modern look of the Visiting Artists’ Office, standing out amongst the dark tables and chairs. But it’s the card that catches your attention; it was left completely blank.

You aren’t sure how you feel about having a secret admirer but you take the flowers home regardless. They’d look nice in a vase near the window, the bright reds mixing with the autumn leaves.

The trip home is short and uneventful and you thank your driver on the way to the door.

You slide your house slippers on and are surprised to see Anežka’s pink one’s by the door as well. You can hear her in the kitchen, opening and closing the doors of the pantry as the air grows warm with the spices of her favorite tea.

“Anežka,” You call out, “I’m home!”

You set the flowers on a side table, barely conscious of the soft footsteps trailing in from the kitchen till Anežka sets her mug down on the coffee table.

“Look what I’ve got. A 'secret admirer’ sent them. Should we put them here or downstairs?” You take an artful picture of the arrangement.

“Neither is a wholly appropriate place.”

You freeze.

Your mind draws blank as it fails to process the words you heard someone other than Anežka speak.

You turn around quickly, knocking the flowers off the table as you do.

“Helmut?” Your voice lowers as a million feelings bubble up inside of you. They threaten to explode.

Helmut is there—right there—dressed in nothing but a bathrobe and his house slippers with a cat-like smile stretched across his handsome features.

He strides forward with confidence, stopping so close you nearly reel back.

“These are special flowers, драга, brought all the way from Ecuador.” He kneels before you, the hem of his robe splitting at the knee to offer a very seductive glimpse of his thigh.

He reaches around you, grabs the fallen bouquet, and sets them gingerly on the table as he stands. “We should place these in your bedroom so you may admire them every night.”

“What’s happening?” You finally manage to ask him, “what’s going on?”

“I’m home,” Helmut teases, speaking as though you failed to notice his soft brown eyes, his damp hair, or the heat that surges between you as he stands close enough to touch, to kiss if you wanted.

He brushes a hand against your cheek.

“Helmut,” you whisper again, but your voice is stern and more controlled this time. “How are you here? You’re supposed to be in Raft.” Despite your words, you lean a little closer, resting both hands against his chest, near the opening of his robe.

“It seems someone of great influence decided my sentence was better served outside the walls of the prison.”

“Like civil service?” You ask, but then you remember the brochure you received in the mail— the propaganda, or so you believed. “Or… Prison Work Rehabilitation?”

“Something like that. There’s a team,” he makes a flippant gesture with his hand before bringing it to rest on the curve of your hip. “Though I needed time to address the matter of my… financial limitations.”

“Limitations?”

“Of course.” He pulls you closer, encircling you in his arms. “The holder of my assets is quite a formidable woman. I thought it best to pay her a visit, to request access to the full extent of my resources. As stubborn as she is, I assume it will take a great many visits.”

“That would be wise,” You nod slowly, a wide smile coming to your face.

“I can’t be with you always, драга,” he tells you, “but I will be here.”

And you don’t quite remember what you promise in reply (or if you promised anything at all) because he kisses you.

Your fingers slide down his chest, brushing past his chest hair and the little charm he wears around his neck.

You don’t know how long you stay there, kissing, and sighing, and melting in the arms of the man you love, but you’re vaguely aware of being walked back against the wall, of the front door opening and closing at some point, and of Anežka pausing by the threshold, groceries in hand.

“Anežka,” He greets her, but his dark and hungry gaze lingers on you, only you.

“Hello, Baron… It’s good to see you.” Her voice waivers, but the sentiment is real. “M-Miss,” she nods in your direction.

“Hi, Anežka.” You’re not quite sure what to say.

“Why don’t you take a few days off?” Helmut suggests, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll take care of things here.”

“O-of course, Baron—Thank you.” Anežka glances between you one more time before setting the bags down near the door. “Good luck, Miss!” She calls out before leaving.

And as her footsteps grow quiet and hush in the distance, his eyes meet yours and his kiss finds its home upon your lips.

(And later when Helmut comes undone beneath your gaze and the rocking of your hips against his, you bring him home once again.)

And he keeps coming home to you.

***

And so we've reached the end. Thanks so much for reading! I appreciate all the support. This was my first fanfic in many years and I'm glad I could bring it to a close.

The end is a bit of wishful thinking on my part but I wanted to end on a happy note.

I'll probably write one or two bonuschapter that's basically just smut. So if you're 18+ and would like to remain on the taglist (or be added,) just let me know!

Taglist:

@actuallyanita, @fillechatoyante, @viviace, @buckyandlokicanhaveme, @sapphiredreamer26, @robur-bellicum, @apparrio

#Zemo #baron zemo #helmut zemo #mcu zemo #reader x zemo

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jadoue1999 · 4 years

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Wanda and the life she deserved (she’ll make sure of it) Chapter 3

Summary: Pietro wasn’t Pietro, who was he?

Previous parts: chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6, chapter 7, chapter 8, chapter 9, chapter 10, chapter 11, epilogue

Chapter 3: Bonding

Wanda tensed up when she heard him talk. Oleg never wore any helmets, a hat, sure but she had never seen him wear a helmet.

“Who are you?” She asked, sharply, pinning him tighter to the tree when he tried to leave.

“Name’s Peter,” he looked around seemingly looking for something. “You wouldn’t happen to know where we are, do you?”

Peter, not Pietro. It wasn’t him.

Of course, it wasn’t, she mentally smacked herself, it was too good to be true. She had ignored the signs, the differences, but there was no denying when it came directly from him. This man wasn’t her brother. Still, it wasn’t fair. All she wanted was to be happy, to have a family, but the universe seemed keen in making sure she’d never get a happy ending. She wanted to feel angry, to lash out, but she just felt... empty. She turned to the man, still immobilized, he was still waiting for an answer.

“Westview,” Wanda replied, “New Jersey.”

Peter nodded, obviously not understanding where the town was, but not having much choice but accept his predicament.

Wanda raised a hand, and let the illusion changing his clothes break. His runner costume gone, the man was wearing leather pants, a silver jacket with a band T-shirt. A Walkman was at his side, the headphones at his neck.

‘Weird, where did he even get a Walkman?’

She smirked at the goggles on his head, if he really had superspeed, he certainly had the right idea. Pietro had complained a lot about dirt and debris getting into his eyes, she had suggested a shield from her magic, but he said he’d find a solution eventually. She noticed with a sigh that his hair was back to silver, no more pretending now.

“How did you even get here?” The question came out harsher than she would have wanted. The man didn’t seem phased by it, he might have been used to someone in his entourage losing their temper. He simply shrugged and answered.

“I’m not really sure, I was in my room, deciding what to do about my father when a portal opened and suddenly, I’m in some freaky dungeon. There’s a lady talking about you getting desperate, next thing I know, I’m at your doorstep.”

It didn’t make sense, no one in Westview had a dungeon and sure, maybe she had wanted her brother back, but bringing in a stranger? He didn’t even look like Pietro, why did her magic took him, out of everyone else? She looked at the necklace in her hand, the magic wasn’t his, that was for certain. He had been under a spell, but why?

He should have had his role attributed to him when he came in the town, no need for any fancy jewelry. Speaking of, how could he stay himself right now? Why was he unaffected?

She waved her magic away, letting him go. He took a step forward and looked at her, probably wondering why she had just let him loose.

“Tell me about you, where are you from?” Wondered Wanda. He might not have been her brother, but she could still feel the connection. Apparently, so did he, because he sat down and cleared his throat.

“Well, I’m Peter, I grew up in America, with my mom and my,” he paused, “my younger sister, Lorna.” Wanda frowned, why had he hesitated just now? Peter continued his ramble, “when I was seventeen, three guys and I helped a known terrorist to break out of the pentagon, you know him as Magneto, but I figured out later that he was my father. I found him again 10 years later, but he had joined ranks with the god wanna be. He called himself Apocalypse. Took my dad in because he could control metal. Tried to tell him we were related, but I was too much of a loser so instead I tried taking on Apocalypse by myself, got my leg broken and I’ve been wondering how to tell him ever since. Oh, and I joined the X-Men.”

Wanda frowned once again; she hadn’t heard of any events that Peter described. Could it have happened while she was being experimented on? She had never encountered anyone named Magneto, or Apocalypse. And who were those X Men? Perhaps he meant Avengers? But those names wouldn’t easily get mixed up. The same unnerving feeling was creeping up on Wanda. The feeling he didn’t belong here, not just him not being her brother, there was something more. His life didn’t add up, nothing of it made sense. A few questions came to her mind, but she settled with the more urgent one.

“Who was the lady in the dungeon? If someone is trying to sabotage my life, I deserve to know who it is.”

Peter seemed lost in thoughts for a moment, before looking at her. “I’m sorry, I guess she used a trick on me because I know she’s a lady, but I can’t remember specifics details.”

Wanda sighed and pressed her face into her hands, why couldn’t she just live her life without someone ruining it. Chaos was the usual in her life, the moment she tried to settle down, a threat would rise and rip her loved ones away. She thought she would be safe in her own little town, but then the drone came, and now that lady who seemed determined to destroy her world.

“What happened to your brother?” The question took her by surprise. It was to be expected from him, he was, after all, brought in to replace Pietro. He had to be wondering why her actual brother couldn’t play the part. Peter cleared his throat, understanding of rude he sounded and opted for a not-a-care-in-the-world mannerisms. “I mean, I think I know, but I don’t want to assume and be rude. Hell, I have his memories, but I have no idea if what I’ve been shown is real. The lady that messed with my mind could have slipped stuff in, so I hurt you without wanting it.”

Wanda smiled, he might not have been her brother, but he did act a little like him. Pietro was very protective of her too, must have been an older brother thing. She too was protective, but her grief had kept her from really connecting with anyone.

‘Except with Vision and look where you ended up’ she shook away the thought. Those intrusive comments kept haunting her, why couldn’t she shake them away? She looked at her not brother, choosing to focus on him.

“He was a hero.” A dead hero. “We survived a bombing when we were ten and ended up on the wrong side. We saw the truth and saved the world.” Yet he lost his life. “He only had his powers for a few months, same as me. He wasn’t in total control of them. He saved a friend of mine and a child from being shot down, but he wasn’t quick enough.”

Peter looked at her with sympathy in his eyes, he slowly put a comforting hand on her shoulder, trying to help her. “I uh, I know it’s not the same thing, but I’ve been struggling with telling my true lineage to my father. I thought it was only my truth but it’s apparently true for all speedsters. I’ve noticed that for people as fast as us, we always seem to be too late.” They both chuckled, sadly. He removed his hand from her shoulder and gripped her hand instead.

“You know, I didn’t even get to attend his funeral,” Wanda said, grief dripping from her words. “I’m part of a superhero group, the Avengers. There was always something happening, I never took the time to grieve him properly.”

“I- I’m a twin as well,” confessed Peter. Wanda looked at him in shook, was that why he hesitated when he described his family life? He squeezed her hand, clearly this was a painful memory. “She died. She wasn’t shot or anything, it happened when we were 15. She uh, she had probability powers,” Wanda frowned at that power, she had never heard of it. “She could sway the odds in her favor, if that makes it any clearer.” Peter chuckled, “she would use it to make sure we never missed the bus, or that she’d pass a test she wasn’t sure she had studied enough. We’re not sure what happened, no one was there with her. I was running, when I just felt it, you know? Like a bond just breaking and next thing I know I’m passed out and my mom keeps calling my name.”

“What’s your name? Your full name?” Urged Wanda. They were too similar, there had to be a reason for it. She had felt the same way when Pietro died, like a piece of herself was ripped away, leaving a bloody mess in its wake.

“Peter Maximoff”

Notes: Sorry it ended like this, the chapter was originally 2500 words so I split it in two where it fitted best, I hope you like this!

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You Can STAY - Part 12

Pairing: Y/N x Felix (Side Pairing: Y/N x Stray Kids)

Genre: Fantasy AU; OT8; Scarlet Heart AU

Warnings: Lots of Angst; Major Character Death

A/N: This is the final part of You Can STAY. I have determined that I am very bad at writing series, and I apologize for the ending...I imagine that many of you will express mixed emotions.

However, there is a epilogue coming soon in the future! And I will, of course, add all of the parts together into one easily accessible story for future readers!

Nine Months Later

If I were to tell the end of my story, I would want it to go something like this: “At the edge of the Kingdom, secluded in the northernmost woods, a former Castle Mage lived with her husband and unborn son, dreaming about the King who stole her heart.”

I don’t like sad endings, but sometimes there are sacrifices whose consequences are too grave to ignore. While Felix ruled the Kingdom exactly as I had once urged him, I did my part by spending long hours tucked away inside a little cabin as my stomach grew rounder and the days grew shorter.

Jisung was good company, when he was around. In between his visits, he worked on the margins, watching over Felix and working with Chan to secure our borders and alliances. He was still very much ostracized from political life, and Felix, to my knowledge, had never forgave his brothers for their part in the rebellion that changed the Kingdom.

“I can deal with his wrath,” Jisung told me one morning. “I’m perfectly content.”

I managed a smile in return, but it was half-hearted. I knew that Jisung was referring to our marriage, one that only existed on paper, so that he could support me in isolation. He was more than content to live with me and provide anything that my heart desired.

But my heart’s most fervent wish lived in the Castle beyond the horizon, and I could easily glimpse the tops of the tallest towers, wondering if Felix ever looked out from the balcony and thought of the woman he once loved.

Of course he does, a voice at the back of my head reminded me.

“Hyunjin tells me that Felix speaks of you often,” Jisung added, even though it didn’t do much to assuage my guilt.

Thankfully, Felix had accepted Hyunjin back into the Castle as a personal advisor, likely because Hyunjin had nothing to do with Jisung, Jeongin, and Chan’s plan to overtake the Kingdom and dispose Changbin.

It seemed like a distant memory, and I sighed at the nostalgia of those memories: occasions where I walked through the hallways of the Castle, exploring the gardens and distant grounds, thinking of the day when Felix and I would finally both be free to love without constraint.

It belongs in that past, those sort of thoughts, and I had long ago given up on the prospect of a complete family where I could simply exist as someone who wanted to love and be loved.

Of course, there was also the issue of my health.

Despite early good reports on my pregnancy, our doctor had recently decided that my prognosis wasn’t as easy as he had initially perceived: “You might have difficulties,” he told me. “During the birth.”

“Oh,” was all I could manage, and I barely felt Jisung squeezing my hand as everything changed in a single moment.

One day, along the bright edges of the morning, Hyunjin came to visit.

“You look well,” he told me, accepting a drink from Jisung who then came to sit next to me.

“I feel good,” I said, even though there was still a prickling of doubt at the furthest reaches of my subconscious - a reminder that my future was suddenly difficult to presume.

“I’m glad,” Hyunjin replied sincerely, and he turned his attention to Jisung. “I just got back from a meeting with a Southern convoy. Things are turning around.”

“Good,” Jisung said, reaching out to take my hand. “We were worried for a while.”

I forced a smile, barely listening as they continued talking, discussing the same politics that I could barely stand since they had cost me everything.

“Where are you going this weekend?” Jisung asked, and I was faintly aware of Hyunjin’s response, but more than anything, my attention was suddenly preoccupied with a sharp pain in my abdomen.

I winced immediately, and Jisung noticed my discomfort, falling down onto his knees in front of me. “Y/N?” he asked, tone hesitant.

“Hurts,” I managed, and I could see Hyunjin getting up from the corner of my eye.

“Do you need the doctor?” Jisung asked, and I managed a nod, keeling over when it felt like a thousand knives were piercing me all at once.

“I’ll go,” Hyunjin volunteered, but his voice sounded distant, like I had abruptly been submerged beneath the water, struggling to hear.

“Y/N!” Jisung repeated, and his eyes were frantic as they found mine. “You’ll stay with me, right?”

I tried to say something, but there was a peculiar pull to the dark that was far more compelling, and I fell under its spell while Jisung became nothing more than a distant shadow.

When I woke back up again, the shapes and figures surrounding me were difficult to discern.

My stomach rolled and my skin felt like it burning! I groaned at the discomfort, attracting the attention of the two men standing at the door. “Y/N,” Jisung’s familiar voice spoke through the reverie, and he was at my side within moments, taking my hand in his own.

“Hello again, dear,” another voice said, and I recognized the doctor as he released a tired sigh. “Seems like we’re at a difficult point.”

I nodded, opening my mouth to speak, but ultimately deciding to remain silent. “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Jisung whispered to me, and my heart ached at the pain in his eyes. “Do you feel like seeing a visitor?”

Not really, but I agreed nonetheless, expecting Hyunjin to enter the room. But nothing could’ve prepared me for the sight of a familiar mess of red hair and bright green eyes. “Y/N.”

“Felix,” I said, voice hoarse and gravelly, but there were tears falling even without my awareness, and I quickly noticed that Jisung and the doctor had vacated the room.

It was a little awkward though, after all this time, looking back at Felix as he looked back at me, gaze heavy with something striking. “Y/N,” he whispered, and I was shocked to see him breakdown, making it to my bedside before falling onto the edge of the mattress.

“Are you okay?” I asked, instinctively, reaching out without hesitation to card my fingers through his hair.

He sniffled in response, looking up at me with tear-streaked eyes and a beautiful smile. “I am now.”

My heart stuttered at his sentiment, and I wanted nothing more than to curl myself into Felix and lose myself there in his embrace. “I missed you,” I whimpered.

“I know, love,” Felix said, and he pressed a kiss to the back of my hand.

“I’m sorry I left,” I whispered - as if it were an afterthought.

“I understand,” he replied, looking at me to expose the truth - he was aware, despite what I had burdened myself with believing. He knew why I had to leave, and there was nothing but peace left between us.

Peace and Love.

“At first, I was angry and confused,” Felix said. “But I read your letter, and I had Hyunjin to help guide me. He helped me realize that you left so that I could fulfill the destiny I had been denied as a child. It was painful without you, but our circumstances were far from trivial.”

“Yes,” I exhaled, tightening my grip on him. “I never wanted to leave.”

“It’s okay,” Felix reassured me, and his eyes were soft as they paused on my lips. “We’ve always been tethered at the soul. Together, even if it couldn’t be in the way we truly desired.”

He kissed me then, igniting a furious passion that had laid dormant inside of me for months. “It’s yours, you know,” I said, pulling back to graze the pretty line of his lashes. “The child is ours.”

Felix inhaled abruptly, looking down at my swollen stomach. “Truly? Hyunjin said that you were pregnant, but I didn’t want to assume-”

“It could’ve never belonged to anyone else,” I interrupted him. “It’s always been you.”

Felix nodded, allowing one hand to smooth down over the sheets, following the outline of my stomach. “This is more than I could ever ask for.”

I smiled at his pretty words, but then I felt a cold sweat break out against the back of my neck. “Felix,” I said. “The doctor told me that the pregnancy might bring some complications.”

He shivered, and I was surprised by the unfiltered grief written across his expression. “I know that too.”

“If I don’t survive-”

“If,” Felix growled, emphasizing that nothing could ever be certain.

“If,” I agreed. “I want you to raise our child. He deserves to be with his father.”

Felix visibly swallowed, looking away as if having trouble completing such a promise, but I forced him to look at me again. “Alright,” he eventually conceded. “If such things manifest.”

“And you need to forgive your brothers,” I said, holding him at attention in case he tried to move away again. “After all this time...”

“Y/N,” Felix sighed. “Why does this sound like a goodbye?”

I held my tongue, glancing down at our intertwined hands. “Think of it as a start to the next chapter.”

Felix chuckled, affectionate gaze meeting mine. “I’ll be here until it’s over. When you can rest for as long as you want.”

“Thank you,” I said. “And you will always have me. In one way or another.”

“I can rest easy,” Felix said, and he started murmuring something soft and sweet to the unborn child inside of me, and I found myself able to breathe a lit bit easier for the first time in months.

I even managed a smile, knowing that I could still give Felix a piece of me after I was gone. Unlike our complicated time together at the Castle, our unborn son would be free of those heavy restrictions, and perhaps it was the better outcome. Because, when I really thought about it, our son wouldn’t just be a piece of me. It would be a little part of Felix as well, and I felt nothing short of triumphant when I imagined a world with the right combination of Y/N and Felix. Together at long last.

Victorious until the bittersweet end.

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