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At least you appreciate the spam likes. I know alot of creators that will block users for that
I will never understand why people don't like spam likes? I heard someone say it shows their fics aren't being read, but it's more like that person could be saving them for later
There are several times I come across i fic I don't have that time to read at the moment. Or simple i want to wait till I finished my day and Im curing up with the intentions of reading. A treat for myself later
Why would you want to block someone who is just trying to read content?
For me it's one of the highest forms of flattery. Cause I remember when the coutless amount of times I've read someone from someone and craved reading more from them. It's the way they write, and portray the character that hits so wonderful i have to binge their works
Which always makes it heart warming knowing that in the page that person is wanting to see more of. Not saying anyone who spam likes it binges my content craves my writing style/or the way I write the characters, just that they want a little more from me as a content creator. It's exciting, flattering and makes me low-key proud of myself.
Spam likes are welcomed and encouraged, go nuts
#another thing I find flattering is when someone lets me know they busted a big nut to my fics#it lets me know my fics are doing their job and being sexy and I always get a little giggle#not saying anything against them I'm just the type of person that if you say penis in a funny voice there is a 90% chance of me laughing#fey’s rambles#anyway be like a squirrel and get that nut!
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once upon a december
summary: you had no idea who you were, how you got to where you were, or even your real age. all you knew was that you needed to go to auren, and something there would help you find the family that you always secretly craved. little did you know, you’d find family far before you actually got to auren.
warnings: backstory vibes, incorrect stitching and terribly incorrect making of clothing as usual with this one,
word count: 3.7k
part three!
Sam was a man who was rarely unprepared, and it was becoming increasingly obvious to you. He had already anticipated the group’s need for clothes, so he had plenty of fabric and told you that you had free reign over it, and you doubted that you had smiled bigger all year.
You sat on his furniture with your legs crossed as you meticulously embroidered a coat for yourself, smiling gently as you wove the thread. The fire was warm next to you as you worked quietly and diligently, an air of peace settling in the room that wasn’t broken even when the men came busting back in after they checked on the horses.
“I finished your pants,” you mused lightly. You tilted your head towards the short pile of folded clothes and then looked up at Steve and Bucky. “I think I got the measurements right.”
“I’m sure you did perfectly,” Bucky said.
“I can do yours next if you want, Steve.” He looked at you for a second, then you saw him nod his head sharply before turning on his heel and walking right back out of the doors, like he was never there in the first place.
Your mouth dropped open a bit at his blatant rudeness, and how it had been going on the entire time you two were acquainted. “Why doesn't he like me?”
Bucky looked taken aback. “He doesn’t not like you, Y/N.”
“You don’t have to lie to spare my feelings, Bucky. I know he hates me.” He winced.
There was a moment of thick silence as Sam came back into the room, not sensing the awkwardness until he opened his own mouth and then shut it, getting ready to listen to whatever the other knight was about to say. “I’m afraid you remind him—me too, really— of the girl he used to know,” he said softly, the heat of the fire warming your skin. “The three of us used to be close.”
“How close?”
Like he was sifting through memories and thinking of the ones you were allowed to know and not know, he was silent and in his own head for a moment. “Let’s just say that Steve is the strongest person I know, and he’s still broken up about it. And it happened years ago, five-or maybe six-now.”
“They were best friends?”
“Yes,” James, or Bucky, confirmed. “They were close to the point that everyone who knows Steve knows that had the timing been right, he and that girl would have been much more than friends.”
You made a face that signaled that you understood. You looked into the fire for a moment, and then tilted your head in thought. Steve hated you because you looked like his lost love, whatever happened to her. Besides him being standoffish and not really speaking much, he never went out of his way to be rude to you, and that gave you hope at fixing whatever went wrong. Or maybe you couldn’t fix it.
“He doesn’t dislike you,” Bucky confirmed, like he could hear your thoughts churning. “He just doesn’t know how to speak to someone who looks so much like… her.”
“Do we really look the same?” You asked, still staring into the fire, even when you felt Bucky’s stare come onto your face, eyeing your side profile.
“Yes, actually,” He said, and you nodded. “You look eerily similar to her. And even some of the things you do…” he trailed off, shaking his head. His hair bounced softly with the movement, and you briefly wondered how he kept his hair so healthy.
“What… what happened?”
His eyes widened momentarily, almost like he had heard you ask the most obvious question on the planet. “What happened to Steve?” So, everyone on the planet knew what exactly happened to Steve Rogers, then.
That was a question for another day. “What actually happened to her? Alexandra, right?”
“Ah,” He said, looking towards Steve, who you could see through the open door gathering wood for the fire. “I can’t tell you that.”
Your mouth got ahead of your brain, and before you knew it, your tone was nearing towards demanding. “Why not?”
He grimaced and leaned closer. “Because…” he trailed off when he saw Steve walking towards them again. “No one truly knows.”
For the rest of the night as you started on a thick blanket for Sam (dark blue, which he had requested after being so flattered that you even thought to make him one), you thought about the girl. And of course, Steve.
As weird as it was, you felt like Steve wasn’t who he used to be. You didn’t know him before, but behind the hard exterior was fluffy cotton. You knew that he was much softer than what he was showing you, and that he had been hardened up by the years, a sad condition that nearly everyone went through.
But how did no one know if the girl was alive or not? If she had run away or been taken? If she just skipped out and forgot to write a note? It was a mystery, and you absolutely loved mysteries. But you couldn’t even begin to imagine not knowing what happened to a best friend after six years of silence. You understood Steve’s apprehension and anger towards you then, even though looking like someone else wasn’t your fault, and you knew it. But he had a problem with you, and that didn’t make for a good trip at all.
So you were intent on fixing it.
§§
You woke up before everyone else, and you did it on purpose. You were supposed to be heading out within a few hours, and the headstart gave you plenty of time. You had fallen asleep on the couch and woken up with a blanket tossed over you, and you guessed that Bucky did it. You stood up, got your dry shoes on, went out to the horses, and then went to look at the hunting weapons.
You didn’t know how to use any of them. At all.
“Okay, which one am I most likely to get lucky with?” You muttered, and then your eyes rested on a nicely polished bow and arrow. “Okay, attack from afar, sounds like a good plan.”
You had no idea what Steve’s love language was, but you wanted him to know that you weren’t there to haunt his memory. You were sure that he was the type to be glad to see someone had done something for him, though, so you were going to go with that. You were going to kill the day’s game for him.
You hoisted yourself up on the horse that was oddly familiar with you and didn’t make a sound other than a pleased, chortling noise and went on your way, bow and arrows strapped to your back.
When you saw the first rabbit after half an hour, you nearly fell off of your horse. Your breathing hitched and you quietly set up the weapon as best as you could, feeling it slide into place, and then, something in your mind just clicked. Like an itch that you didn’t even know had been scratched. You breathed in, breathed out, pulled back and let it go, only for you to miss by about an inch. The rabbit took off.
You groaned.
For the next three animals you saw, the outcome was the same. You would get irritatingly close, they would run, and you never saw that one again. You were honestly pleased with yourself for getting so close, but you couldn’t give yourself any praise until you got something.
There was a noise from behind you, and then your bow was cocked and you shot right at the squirrel behind you, hitting it right in the center and killing it instantly. You put a hand over your mouth when you realized that you had actually gotten the animal, and you did a little dance as you rushed over to it, taking the arrow out.
“Thank you so much, little buddy. You won’t go to waste.” You grimaced as you put him in the little bag that you brought, closing it up and praying that the smell wouldn’t smack you in the face when you opened it again.
On your way back, you ran into a rabbit. You shot at it, hit it, and then got off of the horse to get it and put it in your bag, wiping off the bloody arrow in the snow. “Thank you, bunny.” You were about thirty minutes away from reaching the house again when you saw something brown move out of the corner of your eye. You stopped the horse and it stomped its foot, but that didn’t phase the deer that was about twenty feet away, just staring at a tree.
You were shocked. The Goddess of the Hunt, whoever she was, was really looking out for you. You had so many chances in the beginning, and now you had an opportunity to go for a deer? It was big enough to last the four of you days, if you were smart with it. You looked at your bag that was tinting red, and you grimaced at it.
Did you have enough as it was? Yes. Had you always been greedy and a little ambitious? Absolutely.
You sighed quietly to yourself, shaking your head at your own antics. You had the bow in your hands, the arrow pulled back, and then you hesitated.
You really didn’t want to have the deer hurting for any longer than it had to. You wanted it to be so fast that it didn’t even feel it, really. You breathed in and out steadily as you tried to think about where the heart of a deer would be at, and then you thought about going for the head. That would almost guarantee a quick death, and you knew where its brain was at. But it was a smaller target.
Come on, you just hit a squirrel, you said to yourself inside of your head, breathing in and out again to focus. You had to get this deer. They were scarce around here, and you knew that it would solidify a friendship between you and Steve.
You didn’t know why you craved it so much, only that you did. And you usually got what you wanted, if you could help it.
You aimed for the head, and it was standing still, not even taking notice of you at all. That was good. You took another steadying breath, cocked it again, and then let it go. It whistled in the air for only a few seconds before plunging right into its head, and you watched it fall to the side, dead instantly.
Your jaw slacked and left your mouth open. You blinked once, twice, three times, and then you shook your head and got off of the horse, who was making noise now at the sight of you getting big game. You walked towards it slowly, as if you were afraid that it was going to come back and get you. “How the hell am I going to get this back?” You muttered to yourself after looking at just how big it was.
You felt weird about picking up an animal that big while it was dead, and you almost gagged at the thought of handling it. But you had no choice. You killed it, so now it was your responsibility to take it back and make use of it, because you weren’t wasting any animal like that.
“Okay, bud, work with me,” you said as you prepared to lift it on top of the horse, knees buckling with the weight of it at your first try. “Fuck.” You muttered. You grunted again as you used all of your strength to put the deer on the horse, laying it across so that it took up all the room sideways. You’d have to walk. “Alright. Now, to the cabin.”
The walk back was silent. The sun was high up in the sky now, and you had no doubt that they had woken up already. They were usually up before you were, gone for a second and then back within a few minutes.
You walked past trees that you had seen before on the way out, and it reassured you of your good sense of direction. You hummed softly to yourself as you started to hear shouting by familiar voices in the distance, their panicking somehow now hitting you like it was hitting them.
Your steps were bouncy as you came out of the tree line, a smile on your face. You saw Bucky whip his head around and stare at you with wide eyes. “W-where were you?”
Your smile dropped. “I went outside.”
“You can’t just leave like that,” he said exasperatedly, rubbing his hand with his face. “You’ve got Steve going feral.”
Despite the news of him being angry, your heart jumped at the thought of him seeing what you had worked hard for. “Where is he?”
“What the hell is on the horse?” He asked softly, stepping forward. His face fell when he finally allowed himself to recognize the large animal. “Did you- did you buy a deer?”
You made a face. “No, I don’t have money.” You grinned when you took the bag and handed it his way. He opened it and looked pleasantly surprised at the contents. “I hunted them.”
“I’m going to go out and find her,” you heard Steve shout from inside, not angry, just telling someone- who you assumed was Sam. You frowned as you listened to him stomping towards the back door, watching him freeze when he saw you. “What the- What happened?”
“I… went outside?”
“You can’t just do that,” Steve grumbled, stepping closer to you. “Not everyone you come across is going to be a good person. Especially not when it’s barely gotten light outside, Y’N. You can’t go out by yourself.”
“You do,” you retaliated.
“Well, I’m a trained knight.” And stronger and taller than the average man in these parts, for sure, you knew, but you weren’t going to validate what he said. “And you’re a woman.”
“Yes, I happen to be that,” you said, rolling your eyes at him. You took a deep breath when you remembered what you had gone out for in the first place, and you gently took the bag from Bucky and took a step towards Steve, who was still infuriated. “I got these for you.”
His look of irritation dropped. “What?” He looked inside of the bag and it was obvious that he recognized the weapon that killed them. “You know how to shoot?”
“I just wanted to clear the air.” You said softly, taking a step back. “I know we didn’t start off too well, and we’re not too hot at the moment, either. I know you like to hunt and have food like this, so I brought you something.”
By now, Sam was standing next to Bucky, wide eyed at the exchange that you meant to be a lot more pleasant than it was going. You weren’t even focused on them, and neither was Steve. It was just the two of you in the cold, trying to understand each other and succeeding every few seconds.
“That was… very kind of you.” Steve said, his usually loud, naturally commanding voice almost as tender as yours. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I got a deer,” you blurted, and his brows scrunched together in confusion. “I don’t know how, but I did.” You saw his eyes travel to the deer, lying dead on the horse. He looked pleasantly shocked. “I hope this can, uh, fix things.”
He tore his eyes away from the deer. “I’m sorry for making you feel like the only way you could get me to like you was for you to bribe me.” You started to frown. “This wasn’t necessary, but it was very kind of you. Thank you, Al-Y/N.”
You pretended like you didn’t hear the way he was about to call you Alexandra, for his sake and yours. You smiled gently at him and reached up to pat him on his shoulder. “It was my privilege and pleasure.” You headed towards Sam’s back door just before you could see the way that they all tensed up and looked at Steve, who got paler by the second, and looked like he had seen a ghost.
§§
You had more fabric in your bag, a stronger pair of scissors, more needles, and more thread as you rode on the back of Bucky’s horse. You figured that Steve still needed his space, regardless of how much he was grateful for your efforts. He had skinned the deer and cut it up earlier, a soft smile on his face the whole time he did it.
Apparently, you were still three weeks away from reaching the other kingdom. You didn’t question it. You had no doubt that picking you up made them a little slower, anyway. That, and the fact, that you got distracted with the simplest things.
Honestly, you couldn’t help it. There were so many things that you hadn’t seen before, and something as similar as a half frozen creek excited you for that reason. White birds flying through the air and landing on the snow that matched their wings made you stop the horse so you wouldn’t disturb them. And of course you wanted to touch the hanging berries that were a bold red. You had seen everything and nothing in the world, and you were checking things off one at a time.
The days were quite boring, really. No one really spoke, and when they did, you let the men have their time. You figured that you had absolutely nothing to contribute when it came to the topic of knighthood or old battles or their favorite times where they used their favorite swords. So, you just looked at the ground and at your cloth and at the sky, the hooves of the horse marking time for you.
It was the nights that made the difference, where you grew closer to them all. It was always cold, and cold meant lonely. So, you started conversation, every night, and it would go on for hours until someone was too tired to still hear mindless or not so mindless chatter.
One night, the fifth night, you sighed and looked up towards the stars, since it had stopped snowing. “You guys are clearly from Auren.” There was no answer. “Why do you three live all the way out here?”
It was a known fact that the two kingdoms were opposite. If you were from Yuran, you never wanted to travel to Auren. If you were from Auren, it was extremely rare that anyone would leave for Yuran for anything but business. Now, for Auren knights to live in Yuran? Something was up.
The silence was thick. You decided to let it cook, assuming that one of them was going to say something, even if it was a lie. Then, you heard a heavy sigh, and then Bucky’s voice. “The three of us were exiled.”
Your heart stopped in your chest for a moment. What could they have done that put them in exile? To exile a Knight was a huge deal, and it took a lot to get through. Knights were fan favorites. “Oh.”
“We’re not criminals,” Sam cleared up quickly, and you could sense his nervousness in the dim light of the stars. “We just… had different opinions than everyone else.”
“So, you’re rebels?” You asked softly.
“No! We just did something that was unauthorized, thinking that we would succeed.”
You should have been terrified. “If you don’t mind me asking…?”
Like everyone was waiting on a specific person to give clearance to admitting their crime, you waited on an answer. It was Steve who delivered it. “We launched a search for the princess.”
You grew up in Yuran. You had the barest of knowledge about Auren, besides the fact that you wanted to go. You knew that just like in Yuran, they had a democracy. The Yuran line was the Pierce family, and the Auren line was the Starks. That’s all that you knew, really.
“Um, who?” There was silence. “I’m sorry, we didn’t really get prime education at the orphanage. And they always told us that Auren wasn’t our business, so I know nothing about it, really.”
“Well, you know about the raid of the castle, right?” When you looked lost, he gave you a look. “The huge one that happened a while back. Five years ago.”
Hadn’t you just said that you knew close to nothing? “Uh…”
“One night, about half a decade ago, the castle was raided. The goal was to kill the entire royal family, and unfortunately, they got a few of them. The King and Queen survived, but the Princess was missing. She was their only child, their adopted one at that, and so the kingdom was in distress. It was pronounced that the Princess was probably dead after weeks of no ransom notes, no boasting, no nothing. And so, the King decreed that he wanted no one to stir things up, because it hurt his heart to be full of hope and then shot down over and over again.”
You could imagine how terrible that felt. The thought of someone’s only child and heir to disappear after an attack was terrifying. Lucas was practically yours, and you couldn’t imagine that happening with you and him. You felt horrible for the monarchs that you never knew.
Bucky was speaking now. “But, Steve, Sam, and I, didn’t take no for an answer. We did it ourselves, nearly got killed, and got into plenty of fights that had mixed results. That’s how I lost my arm, by the way.” He added, and you nodded in the darkness at the bluntness of his statement. “The King caught wind of what we were doing while he was planning her funeral with no body, and he was so angry that he casted us out on the spot. We weren’t even allowed to go to the service.”
You blinked in momentary silence. “Wow.”
A beat of silence that was as painful as a dying heart’s last beat passed between the four of you. “Yeah.” It took a few seconds to craft the right sentence up in your mind, to indirectly tell them that the new information didn’t make them look like any sort of criminals.
“You… I think that what you did was very honorable.” You said quietly, and you felt the tension in the air shift to something lighter, ever so slowly. “If the Princess were to hear that you fought so hard to bring her home, I’m sure that she would be very grateful.”
“I hope so,” Sam said, and you heard him turning over on his side, a clear indicator that he wanted the conversation to be over. “I really hope so.” And so you let it rest.
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could you do a continuation of chapter 29/49??
I'm glad you liked Reflection and Retribution, but I think I'm done with that universe. Could I interest you in Private Investigator!Caroline hired to infiltrate a criminal organization instead?
Also, many thanks to @recyclingss for being a kind ear and a supportive voice as I try to find my writing groove again. Thanks for the love, lovely (and sorry it’s not a new chapter of Burned)!!
Wanted || Klaroline
A squeak of hinges was all she had in the way of warning. Hurrying to tuck the files she'd been snooping through back into their respective cabinets, Caroline needed an excuse for her presence in the boss's office - and she needed one fast.
To give herself a bit more time, she slipped into the private bathroom. Her purse was lighter than her usual go-bag for an investigation, but that was the peril of working undercover. She shuffled through it anyway, only to find the makeup she needed to reapply between shifts, her wallet, car keys, and Taser. Fortunately, she had learned to be resourceful, and a plan quickly formed with what she had.
Unfortunately, the plan could go very wrong. As footsteps sounded through the door, however, her time to improvise had run out. Slathering on a fresh layer of lipstick for luck, Caroline fluffed her hair and made her presence known. "Sorry to intrude, Mr. Mikaelson, I just— Who the hell are you?”
Her winning smile had fallen flat at the stranger making eyes down the line of her mostly bare leg. True, the outfit had been meant to draw attention, but he wasn't her intended target. She'd been expecting the fastidious Elijah Mikaelson, with perfectly tailored suits and a too polite charm that just screamed serial killer underneath. This guy was far messier with untidy curls and the paint-splattered jeans. Cute, though. And that smirk.
"Mr. Mikaelson," he answered cheekily, "but please, call me Klaus." Making himself a drink from the bar cart, he poured a second glass for her. His brow arched when she refused. "Come to ask favors of the boss, but you won't drink his liquor. I assure you, he only buys the good stuff."
"I'm fine, thanks." She narrowed her gaze as he draped himself over one of the armchairs, giving her another appreciative look. "I thought the brother's name was Kol?"
His nose scrunched. "Unfortunately, there are five Mikaelson brothers. A sister, too. Nosy for a dancer, aren't you? Most of those 'Lijah keeps on the roster know to mind their business."
A mild panic took over; she was usually better at playing it cool. Now, she was going to get busted for asking too many questions. If she couldn't handle the unexpected brother, she really had no chance at taking on the mob boss himself. "Not a dancer yet," Caroline answered, aiming for sheepish with her hands tucked into the tight back pockets of her shorts. "I'm just a waitress until a stage shift opens up."
Ideally, she would be long gone before that happened, if only to avoid breaking an ankle in the heels. Not even her most rigorous pageant training could have prepared her for the skill those things took to work. That, and she needed to tidy up this case fast to get Damon Salvatore off her speed dial. And Stefan - she never would have accepted the job had he not played the friend card. Her only solace was the fact they agreed to double her usual rate for a job like this.
The tips were pretty great, too. Even just waitressing had earned her some nice spending money to splurge on clothes and pampering. Had the high-end strip club not been a front for Elijah Mikaelson to launder his ill-gotten gains, she might seriously consider moonlighting once the gig was over.
With the way the boss’s brother was eyeing her, though, that might happen sooner than she’d like. It wouldn’t do to get found out before she could track down what Damon asked her to find, and she did not relish the idea of handing back the hefty check he’d already given. Bristling, she crossed her arms, hoping to annoy him off the scent of her subterfuge. “Can I help you?”
Klaus, however, seemed unperturbed by her attitude. “If it’s better pay you’re after, I might have an opportunity for you.” When she gave an outraged splutter, he merely waved her off. “Not quite what you’re thinking, love, though I apologize for any offense. I’m in the market for a new model.”
“For your burgeoning porn empire? No, thanks.”
“I’m an artist, I would like to paint you,” he clarified with a wry grin. Leaning forward on his knees, he lowered his voice as though letting her in on a secret. “Any wardrobe choices — or lack thereof — would be entirely up to you.”
Sensing his interest wasn’t entirely aesthetic, Caroline figured she might as well learn what she could from the cad. “Don’t try to play me. The girls at the club talk, you know. I heard a rumor the Mikaelsons were, like, connected. The whole starving artist thing doesn’t really add up, so I’ll pass.”
Again, his gaze focused on her in an assessing way, lips still curled up. He took the bait. This was almost too easy. “I do alright, family connections aside,” he joked. “Perhaps you’d like to see some of my work...” Trailing off, he left her with an expectant look.
She pretends to cover a flattered expression with irritation. “Candy.”
“And if I were to check Elijah’s meticulous hiring paperwork?”
A beat passed. “Candice,” she relented with a sigh, reminding herself to buy Bonnie something gorgeous to thank her for crafting a bulletproof identity, complete with an otherwise authentic Social Security card and active social media accounts. “Candice Moore.”
That smirk of his spread to a full smile, and she was a bit stunned to see the utter delight on his face. “Funny,” he said, standing to move closer. Without meaning to, she swayed toward him in return, only to catch herself when he gave a teasing tug to her tousled braid. All her attention snapped to the mere foot between them, then to the intense blue of his eyes. "You look more like a Caroline to me."
Rearing back, she blindly reached into her bag. But Klaus was calm and collected as he plucked the Taser from her grasp. "Now, no need to panic, Ms. Forbes. I merely want to talk."
"Bullshit," she huffed. "How—”
He sat back in his chair, watching her with obvious amusement. "You're good. The cover might have worked had your application not been flagged by my security team. Don't feel bad, they're very thorough.”
The pieces were falling into place faster than she realized they were even missing. Unfortunately, she couldn't make herself focus past the first big answer. She finally took the drink he'd poured for her and downed it in one gulp. More potent than she thought, her voice was hoarse after a bracing cough. "Your security team."
His smirk was positively evil. "You seemed determined to learn the particulars of my organization, sweetheart, though I'm sorry to disappoint that Elijah's file cabinet wasn't able to satisfy your...professional curiosity. I, however, am more than interested in your questions."
With a snap of his fingers, the office door squeaked, and Caroline caught only a peek of the guard she hadn't even noticed lurking outside before the lock clicked into place. Alone with an underground kingpin without a weapon, she fell back into the other chair like the sitting duck she was. "I don't suppose I could distract you by accepting the modeling offer," she tried with a weak laugh.
Ever the surprise, he chuckled with her. "Always. But if you tell me what I want to know, I can offer you a far more lucrative employment. Good private eyes are hard to find, and you're the first to get this far without ruffling feathers."
"I ruffled yours, didn't I?"
If his smirk was evil, his bright smile was disarming. "Who hired you? I believe I owe them a nice thank you for this introduction."
Caroline watched him carefully, confused at the game he was playing. "My clients pay for results and discretion," she answered politely. "If you were to secure my services, with a healthy retainer fee—"
"Of course."
"—I would promise you the same. Unfortunately," she sighed with a pout, "I think this little mishap constitutes a conflict of interest. But thank you for your interest in Forbes Investigations. Can I go now?"
He leaned forward on his knees, his hands folded in front of him. "You know, I might be of some help to your current clients. Were I to assist in your investigation, there would be no conflict at all. The opposite, in fact."
Chewing her lip in thought, she shook her head and decided to cut her losses. "It has nothing to do with the business, not really," she promised. "I've been tasked with finding someone, someone I thought your brother might be supporting with some creative accounting. That's all."
"Don't tell me," Klaus groaned. "Katerina conned your clients then clawed her way back into Elijah's good graces to hide from the consequences of her own actions."
She scoffed. "Says the guy who lets the world think his brother is a criminal mastermind while he's pulling the strings behind the scenes."
Smirking, he didn't seem offended in the slightest. "Elijah's better with paperwork, but his decision-making is unreliable. I think Katerina is example enough of that."
"Fair." Caroline only met her once, but everything she had learned since Damon hired her painted quite the picture. That, and the fact she all but disappeared after he gave her an heirloom engagement ring, despite the fact she was openly gunning for Stefan throughout their entire relationship. "But it sounds like this was a surprise to you, too, so you probably can't be of much help to me in finding her."
"Reverse psychology is beneath you," he flirted. "And I've already offered to help. You're the one being stubborn."
With a roll of her eyes, she finally stood to pour herself another drink. "Yeah, I'm the stubborn one. You probably have a hundred investigators already on staff. What do you want with little, old me?"
He just smiled. "You want my secrets, you'll have to earn them, love. Now, do we have a deal?"
Oh, she was going to regret this; if only she wasn't so damn intrigued. Draining her glass, she set it on the table between them with a thunk before stretching out her hand. "Deal."
Klaus shook her hand with a firm grip, the contact distracting to say the least. Then, he just had to open his mouth. "The modeling job is a standing offer, by the way."
"Good to know."
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Your demo in a relationship headcanons were simply aaaaaaahhhh!*chef kiss* could we maybe have some for everyone's favorite aussie stringbean?
I absolutely love Sniper...he’s one of those characters I can just fall back on. I also just like Australian accents, especially when he speaks in a low, intimidating voice. Gets me every time. Makes me either blush or happy stim whenever I hear it.
First Date:
You find Sniper on a dating app after a particularly bad break-up.
His profile picture is of him shirtless, holding a huge gun next to him. However, instead of looking sexily into the camera, he’s looking off camera with a bewildered look on his face.
His bio says, “My friends put me up to this. Don’t expect too much. If you go on one date with me maybe they’ll shut up. Who bloody knows?”
You get curious, and you decide to start a chat with him.
“Your friends put you up to this huh? 😏”
“yeah. what of it?”
“What, are you some lonely wolf type or what?”
“you could say that.”
He was texting back almost immediately. Even if he wasn’t a lovey-dovey person, he was certainly interested.
“How would you like to get those friends off your back?”
“i’m free wednesday.”
You make plans, which, despite only seeing this as a one-night stand, you gradually get more and more excited for.
You meet Sniper at a nicer restaurant, wearing a new black dress that you hadn’t worn yet.
When you finally see him at the lobby, you realize that the picture didn’t do him justice, even thought he now had a beige suit on.
His lankiness showed a bit more, but his arms were very strong despite his frame. He was wearing sunglasses, which added an air of cool refinement.
At first you thought he was British because of his texts, but when he spoke, you knew right away he was Australian. You are far from disappointed.
You are still waiting for your table when all of a sudden, Sniper takes out a huge knife. Before you can react, he quickly slices something out of your vision and then brings it before your eyes. You had forgotten to take the tag off your dress.
“I’m flattered. I didn’t think you’d get all shinied up for me.”
You breathe out shakily and rub your neck. Sniper’s eyes furrow.
“I didn’ nick ya, did I?”
“N-no...just s-scared me...”
You thought maybe you had met up with a psycho, and all your suspicions were not put to rest yet, but the close encounter seemed to awaken something in you.
The date continues as normal. Both of you are pretty awkward at first, especially since the knife incident. But before the main meal is brought to your table, you’ve started up a conversation.
Sniper told you he was in the military, but his base is very lax with dress code and schedule.
You start telling him about your job as a graphic designer when all of a sudden a scream interrupts you mid-sentence.
There’s a guy holding a gun about eight tables from you, pointing it at the many patrons. He doesn’t seem drunk, but just enraged.
“WHAT’S A GUY GOTTA DO TO GET SOME DAMN FRIES?!”
The manager tries to talk to him, but ends up getting shot, most likely dead.
The yelling continues for about fifteen minutes. You are very uncomfortable, not to mention terrified, but Sniper seems oddly nonchalant.
Suddenly, Sniper yells, “OI! THEY’RE BRINGIN’ OUT YOUR FRIES! RIGHT THERE, MATE!”
The guy follows Sniper’s finger, and all of a sudden there’s a gunshot. But it wasn’t from the madman’s gun...it was from Sniper’s.
The guy falls over on top of the bleeding manager, writhing in agony.
Before you can even process what’s happening, Sniper grabs you by the arm and drags you out of the restaurant.
“Dishes it out but can’t take it, eh luv? C’mon, we’ll go to my place. It’s real nice.”
You get into his van, which smells like a mixture of old leather, beef jerky, and...something else. However, your terror quickly trumps your logic.
“First Time”:
Despite your fiasco of a first date, you still decide to stay at Sniper’s until it’s all blown over.
His apartment is covered wall to wall with guns, memorabilia, and sticky notes, usually with names and dates written on them.
On the far wall was a cork board filled to the brim with pictures, yarn, and Xs made in thick red Sharpie.
“If I woulda known it would go this far, I woulda tidied up the place. Sorry about that, luv.”
You brush it off, and you both sit on an old leather couch with bits of stuffing sticking out of it.
You take this as a cue to get around to what this whole date had been about: some sweet, sweet rebound. It seems awkward now that you had gone through so much - besides, you hadn’t expected to connect with Sniper the way you have...
But you still manage to spit it out.
“Er...yeah. That’s what people usually do, right? Yeah? I dunno. I’ve been off the playin’ field awhile.”
Sniper puts his hands around your neck and let’s you begin to kiss him. But it was clear after a while he wasn’t into it, so you pull away and ask if he wanted to wait another time.
“Aw, no, shiela. Look at me, lyin’ ‘ere like a dead fish...I just...I’ll try ‘arder, luv, I promise.”
You pull away completely. This had trauma written all over it, and you weren’t about to force someone into it...you were better than your ex.
“Did I do somethin’ wrong?”
You asked him what was wrong, and why he was being so passive about what was happening to him. Why didn’t he say anything? Do anything?
Sniper sighed, pulling his hat way down in front of his face.
“I like girls, don’t get me wrong. It isn’t that. But I never felt...that way about ‘em. Or anybody else, honestly. I tried it once in college...I just ended up feelin’ sick. Tried it with another girl, then another, then another. I even tried with my guy roommate. But I always ended up feelin’ like I was gonna puke. Sometimes I did. It just never felt right. It wasn’t magical, it was bloody disgusting.”
“But every girl I’ve ever been with expected it, and to keep ‘em, I ‘ad to do what they wanted. Sometimes I’d just lie there, tryin’ not to vomit, trying to at least move a little, act like I was into it. They said they’d change my mind, that this time would be different. At the end of the day, it never was, and I lost ‘em. And now I’m gonna lose you too, ‘n I’m gonna halfta tell the guys...they’ll never let this go...”
Back At The Base... :
Spy called the entire team into the security room to watch the entire date go down. He had placed a bug on Sniper’s suit while helping him adjust it, and now everyone was here to watch the show.
Everybody cheered when the guy was shot, though Spy made a mental note to call Miss Pauling in the morning.
The whole team, Scout especially, was excited to see some action when Sniper brought you to his apartment. Well, everyone except Medic. He stood their with his eyebrows creased. He knew exactly what was going to happen.
“Aw, c’mon Snipes, what’s the hold up?! She is so inta you!”
There wasn’t any sound, so no one exactly knew why Sniper paused for so long.
Finally, you two came back together again, but after about thirty minutes of just kissing, the other mercs got bored really fast.
Scout was especially disappointed.
“Man, this was whole thing was a bust!”
Spy shrugged. “Not quite a waste of time. Look at her. She’s smitten. I never thought I would say this, but gentlemen - we have found Sniper a suitable suitor!”
Medic, eyes wide, kept his Sniper’s medical history too himself - not for HIPAA, but for the drama of it all. He wanted to see how this would play out.
Love At First Shot:
On a casual date at his place, Sniper catches you admiring one of his weapons.
“That’s one’s a beaut, ain’ it? That’s one ‘a my oldest guns. She’s outta service, the old girl, but she don’t look a shot over thirty.”
He picks it up and cocks it, nodding approvingly.
“Got this offa real bloody fruit seller. The muzzle ‘ad stains all over it, rust in some places...the bloke obviously had no idea how to take care of it.”
You suddenly feel a pang in your chest.
“Oi, luv, not a fan ‘a guns?”
“No...I...it just made me remember something.”
Sniper puts down his weapon, sits on the sofa, and pats his leg.
“‘Ere. Tell me about it.”
You hesitate for a moment before shyly sitting on his knee. You’re on the smaller side, but you were still afraid you might hurt him.
“Aw, it’s alright. Put your full weight on. These babies can ‘old an Aussie an’ an AK-47.”
You giggle, letting yourself get a little more comfortable.
“Now, luv...what’s on your mind? What’s that pretty lil’ head a’ yours thinkin’?”
You sigh.
“My boyfriend...or, my ex-boyfriend...we broke up for a reason. Or, well, I dumped him. We had been dating for almost three years, and I didn’t see it coming.”
“Crazy train crashed inta the station, huh?”
“He almost did. He...he had hit me before. I just didn’t say anything because I didn’t want him to get in trouble. But one night...it got really, really bad. He wasn’t even drunk. He was still in his work uniform. I stayed with a friend, and I told him it was over with a text - I was just so scared he’d find me. He knew my friends. He knew my address. And so I just wanted to find someone to protect me. It was more than just rebound...I just didn’t want to be alone. I wanted one person in my life he didn’t know so they could protect me.”
You could feel tears welling up in your eyes, but you bit them back. You didn’t feel like sobbing in front of your new boyfriend. Sniper, though, started laying down, taking you with him.
Your head was now under his chin, and you were laying all along his body. The sudden show of affection caught you off guard. You started to cry, burying your face in his chest.
Sniper wrapped his arms around you, supporting your entire weight easily.
Neither of you spoke for a good fifteen minutes, except for Sniper saying an occasional, “Aw, sweetheart...”
Finally, you calmed down, feeling safe in your boyfriend’s embrace.
“Y’know, luv...”
Sniper hesitated.
“I...could teach ya how to shoot. If it’ll make ya feel safe.”
You sniffle and look up.
“I know ya probably want some big, strong man to protect ya, an’ I will. God, if anybody even touches a bloody ‘air on your ‘ead, I’ll kill ‘em. But I wan’ you to go to the movies, or the store, or just ‘ave a nice walk an’ not be lookin’ over your shoulder. I wan’ ya to enjoy your life, luv.”
“I...I can’t shoot a gun...”
“Why not?”
“I can’t...aim or shoot...I don’t think I’ve even held a gun before...”
“Well, we can fix that! ‘Ere...”
Sniper leans over and picks up his old gun again, laying it in your hands. It’s a bit heavier than you expected.
You run your hands over the muzzle and barrel, not even daring to touch the trigger.
Sniper puts his hands over yours and guides them over the gun, giving you more confidence about handling the weapon.
“A gun is like...like a dog. You train it right, an’ you train yourself, you’ll be fine. You’re no kid, so you know ‘ow dangerous these can be. But fear doesn’t shoot the bullet. Fear doesn’ aim for ya.”
Every time you went to his apartment, he would do this. Sometimes you two would be talking, and he would nonchalantly hand you the gun, which, after a while, you took without thought.
Now it was time to take you to the range.
He gave you that old gun to use as practice, but promised a newer, more compact gun when you had gotten the hang of shooting.
Hands on your shoulders, hands over yours, he taught you how to target a person’s more sensitive areas.
Over the next few months, you grew better and better at hitting your mark. You weren’t perfect, but you could definitely defend yourself.
One night, Sniper went to go get you both Chinese food, and you were hanging out at your apartment.
You heard a knock on your window. You ignore it, thinking a bird had flown into it by accident. However, as the knocking grew louder and more insistent, you lift your head, startled.
It was your ex-boyfriend.
He was in a suit, but his face wasn’t nearly as neat. His eyes were red and wide, and his hair was messy.
He had walked up the fire escape to your balcony, and was leaning against the rail, relaxed.
You stayed inside, but you knew that the door was unlocked - he could come in any time he wanted. And he knew this.
He spoke, and you could hear him through the glass.
“Still single. Just like I thought.”
You opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off.
“I came back because I was worried. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you...I thought maybe something had happened. You were so depressed when you left. I couldn’t help but think that maybe...well, that doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re here, and I am more than willing to be with you again. I think we both have cooled off, right? We’ve had some time apart, and now we’ve realized we’re madly in love with each other and can’t be apart for another minute...”
“I have a new boyfriend!”
You blurted it out so suddenly you even surprised yourself. But your ex was unmoved.
“Oh, right. Sure. How much are you paying him, this boyfriend of yours? Do you have to pay extra for sex, or do you have a pity discount?”
“He...he’ll come back...and...”
You looked beside you. Your gun was laying on the floor beside you. Sniper had just taken you to the range, and you hadn’t had enough time to put it away.
You remembered what he said...
“I wan’ ya to enjoy your life, luv.”
You put your hand around the gun, grasping it tightly.
You swallow.
“Come back and what?” your ex jeered. “What’s your new boyfriend going to do? Beat me up?”
You are still trying to make your decision when you hear the glass door open.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you, angel. I want to see your beautiful face.”
You whip around, the gun in your hand. Your ex immediately recoils, his hands flinging up.
“Woah woah woah...!”
“Please. Leave.”
Your voice is hoarse, but you try to sound as firm as possible.
“Even if I didn’t have a boyfriend, I would never get back with you. Ever. You...you made me feel so helpless, scared, alone...I can’t feel that way forever. I don’t want you to get hurt, but I want you to leave and never come back. Please. Just leave me alone.”
Your ex smirks, albeit shakily. “You can’t shoot that. You’ve never touched a gun in your life.”
“My boyfriend wanted me to be safe. He wanted me to be happy. He wanted me to be able to deal with creeps like you.”
You get up, gun still in hand, and your ex backs away.
“He did more than you ever did.”
“What, so you’re just going to shoot me? End up on the six o’clock news?”
“No. I won’t. I don’t want to hurt you. I just want you to leave. For good.”
“I bet that thing isn’t even loaded.”
You show him a half-full magazine and point to the fire escape.
“Like you know how to -!”
You quickly turn to a picture of a seaside landscape, shakily aim, and manage to shoot it, shattering the frame to pieces.
“Get. Out.”
Your ex practically runs out, yelling that he was calling the police.
Sniper comes back a few minutes later, and when he asks you what the hell happened, you start telling him between trembling breaths what had occurred.
Sniper turned bright red and tipped his hat down.
“That bloody wanker...fruit sellin’...”
He starts to walk towards the fire escape, but you stop him.
“I scared him off, please don’t...he said he was going to call the police...”
Sniper took a few deep breaths, calming down.
“We’ve got th’ best lawyers in the country. I’d like to see ‘im try.”
The police was never called - you think it was probably a pride thing, since you had overpowered him so easily - but you weren’t sure you had seen the last of him.
But with your own experience and Sniper’s, you had some piece of mind.
However, you were soon going to find out that Sniper had more power on his side than you thought...
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Long time, no headcanon! Well, good headcanons, anyway. I rushed my last post, so I tried to go all out with this one. I might write a second part when headcanons are open again, but I think I prefer leaving some things up to the imagination, hm?
Anyway, more headcanons on the way! Same bat time, same bat channel! The next one is about siblings, though I may post shorter headcanons before that, since it’s such a fun idea to write.
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sweet creature (egd)
ethan hates when he has to leave you for even a few days, so when he gets back, he has a little surprise planned
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warnings/tags: fluff, and then some smut to round it out WOO we goin through it today ladies and gents, harry styles (music) is involved :)
dedicated to my bruna bby ( @ethanhes ) who is so strong and the sweetest girly I know. I love you!!
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Like hell you were gonna make another trip - you slid the last grocery bag onto your arm, ignoring how they were digging into your skin as you started your walk into the house. If anyone had watched you try to navigate your way in the door, it probably would have been quite the sight. But you succeeded, emerging into an empty kitchen, heaving the heavy bags up onto the counter.
Usually, you’d yell down the hall, summon the boys to help you unpack. But it would be futile - no one was home. Not even Sterling was around - the three of them were off on Wakeheart business, at the factory in Arizona where everything was actually produced so they could approve all the candle production.
You’d gotten a few pictures from the trip - bright colorful sunsets, Grayson and Sterling smiling from across the table at breakfast. But your favorites were the stupid little selfies he kept sending. Your phone buzzed in your pocket as if on cue.
Another snapchat from Ethan, this time of him with a metal straw trapped between his teeth and big smile on his face. Adorable, as always.
cold brew mood. miss you x was the caption that flitted across the screen. You screenshotted it just in time. The next buzz was a text from him.
:(
why you screenshot
cause you looked cute
send me one back, I miss you
You rolled your eyes at that, deciding to make him wait for a minute while you started to put the groceries away. You’d only unpacked two bags before your phone buzzed again.
hey
show me ur face
omg gimme a minute 😂
im putting away the obscene amount of oat milk I just bought
DID THEY HAVE THE GOOD KIND
yep. bought three cartons
holy shit I love you
gray says he loves you too
but I love you more
You sent him a quick snapchat to appease him, unsurprised when you got the notification that he’d screenshotted it. He always got like this when he was away - even more clingy than usual, constantly wanting to communicate with you somehow. You had to admit, you loved the idea that you were always on his mind when he wasn’t with you, even if it did mean you felt like you were constantly on your phone.
what else are you doing today?
idk might lay out by the pool for a while
without me? 😔
you should go shopping
You frowned at your phone, looking at the few boxes of pasta you had left to put away before you typed back with a huff.
I literally just got back from the grocery what do u mean
not that kind of shopping
fun shopping. like for clothes
The thought was tempting - with everything going on, you hadn’t gotten anything new in months. To be fair though, you hadn’t really needed anything new - you were just hanging around the house anyways.
do you want me to go so I’ll stop wearing all your clothes
yes
kidding baby you know I don’t care. but you should get some new stuff, you deserve it! just use my card
I hate using your card
It wasn’t a lie. Ethan had gotten you a credit card linked to his personal account for emergencies almost six months ago, and you’d only used it a handful of times when he insisted. You never wanted him to ever think that you cared about him for his money.
I’d be buying whatever you find if I was there, it’s the same thing
You grinned to yourself, plan already hatching. He didn’t say what you had to buy. You’d just get something small - a pack of socks, or a basic tee - with his card, and pay for the rest of it yourself.
alright alright, fine
But his next text had you rolling your eyes. He knew you too well.
and you have buy real clothes. like at least one dress
Even though he wasn’t there to see it, your eyes squinted in accusation.
why a dress?
you’re being sus what’s this about
you’re so stubborn holy shit. I was gonna buy you dresses for the harry concert so I want you to pick some out for yourself
Damn. You’d almost forgotten that the concert was supposed to be that night. Ethan had bought the two of you tickets back when they went on presale, using his connections to get the two of you amazing seats. E had been almost as bummed as you when it got postponed, disappointed that the night he’d had planned for you had fallen through.
it got rescheduled to august baby, we can go shopping then!
i’m impatient
omg really? I had no idea
just go buy some dresses and send me pictures. we’re back at the factory, gotta go. I love you!
love you too!
Knowing that if you sat down you probably wouldn’t get back up, you turned back to the door with a sigh, grabbing your keys and wallet from where you’d just stowed them, heading back out to the car.
You climbed into Ethan’s Tesla, hitting your preset button on the door so the seat moved forward to where you could reach the pedals. He always insisted you take his car if he couldn’t drive you, always wanting you to be the safest you could be. It was still a bit intimidating to drive something so expensive, but you did it anyways, heading to the mall that housed most of your favorite stores with your mask on.
It turned out to be one of those days where nothing caught your eye. You really looked, scoured through the racks, hoping to find anything that looked remotely appealing or like your style. You even tried on a few that you had hopes for, but they were a bust.
Feeling defeated you stopped for a while and got some coffee, sitting and people watching as everyone passed in their masks. Your eyes wandered to another store, one you rarely went into - it catered to your style perfectly, but everything was far out of your price range.
But looking couldn’t hurt. Right?
That backfired as soon as you walked in, smelled that perfect fragrance that seemed to dust all the soft fabrics in the place.
Before you knew what you’d done, you had so many options thrown over your arm that it was starting to ache.
You stopped looking, headed to a dressing room to try and narrow down your search. Some of them were automatic no’s, the cut not flattering or the color clashing with the undertones in your skin.
But there were three winners - a tight green one that hugged your curves, a casual denim overall number that would look adorable with the right shirt, and a blue sundress that tied into a bow at the back, the fabric brushing your upper thighs.
You snapped pictures in each one, knowing Ethan would help you decide. Your bet was on the green one - he was a man, after all. But his response just made you roll your eyes.
you look hot as fuck
buy all three
no
yes
they’re expensive
I didn’t ask how much they cost. You like them all. therefore, you buy them all
it’s simple really
ethan
y/n
just tell me which one is your favorite please
if you don’t buy all three i’m just gonna go back and buy them for you later
or I’ll order them and have them shipped to the house
stop
getting online now 😌
stop it
placing an order 😌 😌
ethan grant
last chance
fine
im sticking my tongue out at you. you can’t see it but I am
ouch, im hurt
are you headed home after you buy them?
well I’m sure as hell not spending anymore money, so yeah. why?
just wondering where my girl’s gonna be. drive safe. you took the tesla right?
of course I did.
good. hurry home. but don’t hurry too much. safety first
You quirked an eyebrow at the last text - he was being so odd. He’d only been gone for two days, usually it wasn’t this bad for him. Who knew what he’d be like tomorrow before he got home.
Changing back into your clothes in a hurry, you put your rejects out on the return rack and carried your three choices to the register, trying not to listen to the total before you put Ethan’s card in the reader.
You left the mall swiftly after that, trying to ignore the eyes on you. In reality, no one was probably looking at you, but you felt like everyone was staring as you carried your expensive bag and got in a fucking tesla. You never understood how Gray and E could walk around with such expensive things and not be fazed in the slightest.
The drive home took longer than you would have liked considering the traffic you got caught in, but you just turned your music up, humming along as you crawled down the road towards your exit. When you finally got there you let the tesla take over, pulling you off the interstate and starting down the smaller roads that led to the house.
Your first clue was when the song changed. At first you didn’t think much of it - you had every Harry song saved to your library, it wasn’t unusual for one to come up.
But then, one verse into Fine Line, it skipped, the intro of Two Ghosts starting. 30 seconds later? Falling started to play through the car.
“What the fuck?” You muttered, quickly switching off autopilot, afraid that the car may be glitching. It was only a few more minutes until you got to the house, and in that time the song switched again twice, all Harry songs.
When you pulled into the driveway and put the car in park, your phone buzzed with your second clue.
welcome home baby
omg are you watching the cameras? that’s creepy as fuck
also the tesla just got super weird but I swear I didn’t fuck up your car
just come inside
You obliged, grabbing your bag and heading into the house.
Clue number three was that the pasta boxes you’d left on the counter were gone, put away no doubt on the shelf that you couldn’t reach. You froze.
Someone was in the house.
You only had a moment to be scared before Ethan appeared around the corner, your favorite grin adorning his face.
“Boo.”
You dropped the bag, running the few steps it took to get to him before you threw your arms around him, breathing him in as he hugged you to him tightly.
“You guys weren’t supposed to be home until tomorrow!”
“Caught an early flight so I could surprise my girl. Gray and Ster are still in Arizona.” He leaned back so you could look at him, shrugging as if it was no big deal that he’d cut his trip short just to come home to see you.
“Didn’t you have stuff you needed to do?”
“No, we knocked it out today.”
“Then why didn’t Grayson come ba-”
His lips were on yours then, catching your words as he kissed you hard, a hand coming up to your cheek, thumb running over your cheekbone. “Are you gonna keep asking me questions, or are you gonna let me actually surprise you.”
“There’s more?” The butterflies that only he could bring fluttered in your stomach, and you bit your lip, looking up at him. He leaned down past you, reaching for the bag you’d dropped, placing it back in your hands.
“Maybe. Go put on one of your new dresses, then come out back.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips before he let go. “Hurry.”
“Okay!” You were practically giddy as you hurried back to Ethan’s room, laying the dresses out on the comforter and trying to decide on one. It took a few minutes, a few switches of holding them up to you in the mirror before you settled on the blue sundress, situating the big sewed bow in the middle of your back. It had a built in bra that was surprisingly comfortable, making it the easiest choice.
Shoving your dresses back in the bag, you didn’t even bother with shoes. You just headed straight for the backyard - but you froze in the living room, taking in the sight through the doors.
The sun was setting on the horizon, painting the sky a baby purple, the clouds a pop of pink as they floated, scattered around. The city was starting to light up below you, and the moon hung high above it. But your eyes were on something - someone - entirely different.
Ethan was standing in the grass, wearing one of his nice pairs of shorts and a short sleeve patterned button down - you hadn’t even noticed his outfit earlier, you’d been too excited to see him. He was holding a bouquet of sunflowers in his hands, the petals bright yellow even in the dim light.
He caught sight of you through the glass and immediately hid the flowers behind his back as he stood up straight and smiled like a guy coming to the front door to pick you up for prom.
You pulled the door open, stepping out into the cool California air. It felt almost cold against your flushed cheeks as Ethan looked you up and down, letting out a low whistle.
You just laughed, stopping a few steps in front of him and waiting for whatever he had planned.
He whipped the flowers around with a grin, holding them out for you with one hand, leaving his other arm tucked behind him. “Happy concert night!”
What you didn’t see was the remote in his other hand. He clicked it with his thumb, and the whole back yard lit up. There were twinkling christmas lights lining the roof and wrapping around the tree to the side of the house. He’d brought out Grayson’s projector and pointed it at a white sheet he’d hung up - you watched it for a moment, laughing when you realized it was projecting a slideshow of the pictures you two had taken together over the last year. And finally, you noticed the speakers had turned on, starting to play one of your favorite songs. Sweet Creature.
“E-”
“I know it got rescheduled, and we’ll have so much fun when we go. But, I still wanted to make tonight special. So, it’s kinda just date night, but... Harry Styles edition?”
Closing the gap with a few steps you threw your arms around his neck, flowers and all, so you could kiss him.
“I love you so much,” were the only words you could find, and you hoped he knew how much you truly meant them.
“Love me enough to dance with me?”
You froze at that - you weren’t much of a slow dancer, and Ethan had even less experience than you did. But the thought of staying so close to him made your heart flutter, so you nodded, letting go for a moment so you could sit the flowers down safely in the grass.
He pulled you back into his arms, hands settling on your waist as yours went around his neck. His fingertips ghosted over the bare skin on your back below the bow, sending shivers up your spine.
It didn’t matter that Sweet Creature was a tiny bit fast for a slow dance - the two of you weren’t doing more than swaying back and forth anyways, foreheads touching, totally lost in each other.
He spun you a few times, even throwing in a little dip that made you both laugh before he kissed you, leaving you a bit breathless when he pulled you back up to standing.
“You bring me home,” he sang, slightly off pitch and so quiet you could barely hear, but it was so sweet that it even brought a few tears to your eyes. You blinked them away so you could see his face as you both smiled.
The energy picked up a bit as the songs continued to shuffle, Carolina coming on next. You both jumped around hand in hand, looking like total idiots you were sure, stomachs sore from laughing at and with each other by the end. You paused a few times throughout the next songs to watch the slideshow, laughing at some of the pictures he’d chosen, remembering the stories behind them.
When Sunflower came on, Ethan opened his arms again for a dance and you quirked an eyebrow.
“You know, Mr. Styles doesn’t have as many romantic songs as I thought he did. This one’s not bad though,” Ethan mumbled as the two of you swayed back and forth quickly, spinning around and around.
“This song isn’t even romantic, it’s about him missing his ex,” you explained.
“You analyzed those lyrics hard huh.”
“Oh don’t act like you haven’t dissected every Cudi song five times over.” You squinted your eyes at him in accusation and he just laughed.
“Touché, touché. Maybe the sunflowers weren’t the best Harry related gesture then huh.”
“I still think they’re beautiful,” you reassured him.
“Thought it would kinda be weird to give you a watermelon. Though, I guess that would have sent a much clearer message.”
The mischief in his eyes told you he knew exactly what that song was about.
“A little on the nose, don’t yah think?” You scrunched up your nose at him as if to prove your point. He reached out for your hand and you laced your fingers with his.
“Never.”
And then he was walking, half pulling half guiding you back into the house, through the glass doors, down the hallway, into the bedroom. Your skin was hot, partially from the change in temperature, partially from the hands that were wandering over your skin as soon as the door was closed.
Ethan’s hands traced down your arms, fingertips over skin, then over fabric when he got to your waist, further down to your thighs and then you were gasping as he found his way under your skirt. His hands spread out, large and commanding over your ass, resting there for a moment, squeezing before he moved north, fingers hooking into your panties, guiding them down until they fell off and you could step out of them.
Your fingers found the buttons of his shirt, blindly undoing them as he kissed you. You found yourself pausing, hands tracing over the new yet familiar skin that revealed itself with each one you managed to loosen until finally, finally it was open and you could push it off his shoulders.
His hand found the bow, roughly starting to tug until you reached back and caught him.
“Baby don’t pull. It’s sewed, it doesn’t come undone,” you cautioned, barely pulling back, unwilling to put any space between the two of you.
“Stupid,” he grumbled, pouting a bit until he realized that he could pull the fabric off your shoulders, freeing your chest. He hummed a bit in satisfaction, hands moving to squeeze your tits, and then he was kissing them, sinking lower, lower until his knees hit the floor.
“Oh fuck,” you squeaked, knowing exactly what was about to happen.
Ethan looked up at you from his knees with a teasing grin and a quirked eyebrow, waiting for your permission. You nodded, trying to breathe as his hands ghosted up your thighs, up to your hips.
And then he ducked his head so he could get under the fabric of your skirt, ready to get to work.
Your knees buckled as soon as you felt him, tongue warm and flat against you. One of his hands came down, tracing over your skin until he got to your calf, lifting it just barely and pushing it out to widen your stance.
You whimpered as he sped up, his satisfied hums adding to the sensation in a way that had your legs starting to shake already. Your hands dropped to his head, and you pushed the fabric off the top of it so you could get to his hair, tugging. It just made him go harder, burying himself deeper. You folded forward, bracing on his shoulders, overwhelmed as you alternated holding you breathe and gasping for air, squirming.
“E, Ethan stop, my legs are gonna give out, wait,” you gasped, pulling on his hair.
He paused, ducking out from under your dress and smiling up at you, lips swollen and pride booming.
“That’s the best compliment you’ve ever given me I think. But I’m not done yet, lay down.”
You did as he said, turning around and climbing onto the middle of the bed before collapsing onto your back, rolling over and looking for him. Ethan was one second behind you, crawling above you to hover over you then duck down to kiss you hard yet somehow sweet at the same time.
It was instinct to reach down to his waist, let your fingers ghost over his waistband, tuck underneath it in a blind search. He sucked in a breath through his teeth when you wrapped your fingers around the tip. He shook his head at you, making you pout.
“Tonights about you, not me.”
“But I want to.”
“Raincheck. Best fucking raincheck ever, but raincheck. Just lemme take care of you.”
He kisses you until you forget your argument - you’re putty in his hands as his lips trail back down. He pushes all the fabric of your dress together so it’s just a band around your tummy and then he picked up where he left off.
“Fuck E, just like that, oh god.” You were squirming again in a matter of moments, his stubble rough against your thighs as he worked you over. He felt your body tense up under his hold, smiling as he gave it all he had, giving that extra little push that sent you tumbling, clenching, writhing over the edge.
He peppered kisses to your thighs as you caught your breath, and then he reached up, fists closing around all the fabric of your dress.
“Lift your hips up,” he instructed, waiting for you to bridge up so he could wiggle the dress off over your hips. He tossed it towards the closet, moving back up towards your face, bed dipping down with his weight.
“No fair,” you pouted, reaching down to tug at his shorts and boxers.
“And I’m the impatient one.”
He stood back up off the bed, quickly shoving down the clothing he had left and stepping out of it.
“Much better.” You grinned wide when you saw he was blushing at your words. “C’mere.”
He happily listened, crawling back above you and dropping a bit of his weight down as he sunk to his forearms.
“So missionary is the way to your heart huh? So vanilla.” He bumped his nose against yours.
“You have a pretty face, sue me,” you laughed, bringing your hands up to his neck and pulling him down for a kiss as he dropped his hips, searching for just a moment before he pushed inside.
You’d lost count of how many times the two of you had been just like this, intertwined and enthralled with each other, but you knew you’d never get tired of it as long as you lived.
“I love you.” It came out as a breath when he bottomed out, his lips resting on your shoulder, back curled up at an angle that let you feel every muscle, every ridge of his body.
“I love you. You’re my dream, you know that?” He started to rock his hips, unwilling to go too far from you as you clung to his back, relishing in the feeling of him on you, in you, all around you.
This would always be your favorite way to be with him - sweet and soft, just your bodies together, nothing else. You couldn’t think of anything better.
He shifted just barely, thrusting in at a different angle. You knew he was searching, and you gasped when he brushed against your g spot, your whole body shuddering.
“There she is,” he whispered, a prideful grin on his face as he hit it over and over. Watching you come undone below him would always be one of his favorite views. “Look at me baby, I wanna see you.”
You did your best in your blissed out state to listen to him, turning your head from where it had fallen against the pillow to look at him while he picked up pace. Your legs curled around his back, holding him to you, urging him as deep as he could go as you chased the orgasm that was building in your gut.
He stared at you for a few moments, and then as if he couldn’t help it he ducked down to kiss you, open mouthed and rough as he pulled his hips back, thrusting forward with more force than he’d used yet.
“Oh fuck Ethan, fuck,” you moaned, holding onto him for dear life. When he snaked one hand between the two of you to find your clit, you were done for.
His breath caught in his throat as you clenched around him and you heard the whimpers through your cloudy haze, mixtures of pleasure and your name as he came undone, hip stuttering and then stopping when he finally hit his high.
Once he’s caught his breath he rolls the both of you over so you’re resting on his chest, listening to his heart rate settle back down under your ear.
“I’m so glad you came home early,” you sighed, hugging his bare torso as he chuckled.
“Me too baby. Me too.”
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𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧
Seonghwa fluff, very mild smut.
Very mild, just making out and heavy groping that's pretty much it.
“Blaze it up and we'll be cruisin'
With the top down
Rev up the engine we'll be cruisin'
Watch it go down
Get in my truck and I'll be ridin'
With my top down
With my top down
My top down”
The sun shone brightly as you drove your old truck down the Hot Arizona highway, leaving Phoenix. Your new destination was Los Angeles. Having lived the nomad lifestyle ever since you got out of high school, you were always on the road jumping from city to city, working odd jobs to keep some money in your pocket and once you felt you spent enough time in one place you’d pack up your few belongings and head out to a new place. You had called phoenix your home for 6 months, staying longer than usual because the hotel job you had paid pretty well and you were able to save up a bit of money for yourself, but the dry heat finally got to you and you decided to leave, randomly picking LA for your next destination.
In 3 hours you found yourself crossing state lines, passing a sign welcoming you to the golden state. It only took another 3 hours to find your way in between the sprawling buildings of the city of angels. You had found a random gas station and decided to refill your tank and grab a snack for yourself. After getting gas and doing a little search on your phone you found a decently clean 3-star hotel to stay in, after booking and confirming your stay you decided to check-in and freshen up. The vibes of the big city were buzzing in your veins and you felt like going out and seeing the sights. After a quick shower, you threw on a cute black slip dress that flattered your curves along with some strappy sandals. Looking out your hotel window you could see the shoreline in the distance, the sun would be setting pretty soon and you’d never seen the west coast before so off you went.
It felt so freeing to you and it was one of the reasons for living the way you did. Going from place to place, the vibe of each place was different and unique and it energized your soul every time you were able to breathe in the air of a new place filled with new people and experiences. It took a bit of time to make your way to the beach because of the ungodly traffic but you made it just as the sun was setting. There were lots of people on the beach, children and families laughing and playing. Feeling self-conscious,you decided to wait and people-watch from one of the many restaurants that lined the beach and boardwalk. You ducked into this goofy themed crab restaurant and you found a seat at the window so you could watch the sunset over the water.
You sat and just got lost in your thoughts, thinking of home and how long it's been since you spent any quality time with your friends and family let alone someone of the opposite gender. Your lifestyle was lonely and you knew that before you even had left, spending 2- 4 months in each city didn’t really allow for serious relationships, and yeah, you had a couple of hook-ups but those were few and far in between. Overall you were about as unserviced as your truck which was bad in both aspects but you loved the adventure your lifestyle brought and it was easier that way.
During your inner monologue, you didn’t hear someone come up and start talking nor did you hear the second or third time he tried to get your attention so it was after the light touch to your shoulder that had you jumping out of your skin. That you realized a waiter had come to your lone table.
“Sorry didn’t mean to scare you, were you wanting to order something?” you looked up to the waiter. The first thing you noticed was the goofy looking bright red cartoon crab that was plastered on his snapback hat. Your eyes traveled down and then you really saw him,
‘Holy shit he’s hot.’ you thought to yourself, he had a jawline that could cut diamond and plump lips and gorgeous soft brown eyes, you could also see dark brown hair peeking out under his cap. To cover up your awkward silence and blatant staring you coughed and nodded like a dummy,
“I- um yeah i'll take water for now and-” you quickly glanced at the front of the menu and pointed at a picture of something that looked like fried chicken pieces with fries. “ and that…” you prayed he was just some random worker who didn’t care or notice your awkwardness.
The most gorgeous smile slowly formed on his face followed by a deep chuckle, you couldn’t help the deep embarrassment you felt as he laughed at you. He cleared his throat,
“Alright sounds good, so that will be one order of the fried shrimp and chips and water, got it.” He started to scribble in his little notepad and he reached down to grab your menu but you kept your hand on it
“No- um…..actually not that-” again your embarrassment had your face inflamed. “I’m allergic to seafood,” you said in a quiet voice, there was a moment of complete silence between the two of you until he busted out laughing, it was a hearty, real laugh, a part of your brain noticed how beautiful his laugh was but the bigger part of your brain was in error mode. All you could do was put your head down as he laughed at your obvious incompetence. Suddenly he reached down and gently touched your hand with his as his laughter died down. He shook his head,
“I’m sorry I’m not laughing AT you, it's just funny, you're allergic to seafood yet the first restaurant you picked has a giant crab on the front.” another round of giggles left him as he leaned on the table. You couldn’t help but laugh too at the stupid situation you put yourself in.
“ I know, I wasn’t really thinking, I just wanted to find a place to watch the sunset.” you gestured to the large window that framed your table, he looked from the shoreline to you, he felt something fluttering in his chest, he obviously noticed how pretty you were and the dress you had on hugged you in all the right places. He smirked then cleared his throat, getting your attention from the seaside view.
“I’m Seonghwa by the way.” he reached his hand out and you took it shyly, his hand was big but soft and his fingers were long and elegant looking adorned with silver rings.
“I’m (Y/N)” you said with a smile. He smiled back.
“Let me make you a deal, You hang here, and I'll go find you something you can actually eat without dying. Deal?” He winked and you could feel your arms losing circulation. All you could do was nod and he flashed a brilliant smile.
“Ok, hang tight (Y/N)” he turned and made his way to the back of the restaurant. You took a deep breath to steady your heart, you decided then and there that night you might act up and see where the night leads you and Seonghwa. Hopefully, it was your hotel room. After about 4 minutes an older waitress came over and put a fancy looking orange and pink cocktail in front of you,
“Oh, I’m sorry, I ordered water” in the same moment the sentence left your mouth she also put a crisp glass of water down in front of you, then she leaned down closer to you
“It’s from pretty boy back there” You both turned to the restaurant bar where Seonghwa stood behind it, waving in your direction. The waitress waggled her eyebrows at you then sauntered off with a cheeky grin.
You looked down to the bright drink and after a small sniff, you noticed it smelled really sweet and fruity, so it must not be that bad. You took a small sip and the tropical citrus flavor danced on your tongue, it didn’t even taste like alcohol. It was dangerous. Alone again you let your mind wander as you watched each family pack up and start leaving the beach, as it got darker the beach became more and more sparse. 30 minutes had passed and after people-watching you hadn’t realized you’d finished your cocktail and it was the smell of food that brought you out of your trance. You turned to find Seonghwa setting a large plate of Chicken strips and fries down in front of you. You were warm from the alcohol and starving.
“Whoa” was all you said as you looked up at him. You noticed he was dressed differently, his goofy hat and apron were gone and now covering his black work polo was a jean jacket and his hair had been slicked back. Hot damn he looked delicious. He smiled down at you then took a seat opposite of you.
“ Yeah ‘whoa’ is right, for a seafood restaurant their chicken strips are amazing, but I did have to fight the chef to make enough for two adults because these usually come in kids meals.” he rambled as he took a chicken strip off the plate and started eating. You just stared blankly at him, confused as to what was happening, He just looked back at you expecting an answer.
“Um… what’s happening here?” you asked and he chuckled again
“ My shift just ended and you told me you’d stay here while I find food for you, this was the deal” he explained taking another bite.
“But I only had to wait UNTIL you got me food, by law I can leave and take these to go” you pulled the plate closer to you, teasing him. He scoffed then quickly reached over and grabbed another tender before you could pull the plate farther away from him.
“Hey!” you laughed shielding your food. He laughed with you.
“ Actually I wanted you to stay so I could hear your story” he explained sincerely.
“What makes you think I have a story?” you asked, taking a bite of chicken, holy shit the chicken was heavenly. He shrugged,
“Tourists always come to the beach first and usually they wander in here cause we’re right by the entrance to the beach.”
“What makes you think that’s what I did?” he piqued your curiosity
“Because, that’s what I did when I first got here, and that’s how I got this job.” He grabbed a couple of fries, popping them in his mouth. “although I walked in here because I actually like seafood” he teased you laughing as he got another tender from your shared plate. You laughed with him shaking your head.
“Shut up, it was an honest mistake, what restaurant has ONLY seafood except for on the kid’s menu, I’m going to complain to the manager” You joked and he snorted.
“Wouldn't be the first time. Anyways so, where are you from and what brings you to this godforsaken city” he said the last part a little bitterly. You were taken aback by his words,
“What do you mean so far this city has been beautiful. Lots of people, but beautiful.” He chewed silently pondering your words. After he swallowed his bite he sighed
“I thought the same thing before I got jumped one night on my way home from work. Took my wallet and cell but not before I got a blade in my ribs.” He explained darkly, not meeting your eyes. You sat speechlessly, what do you say to that?
“No I-I get it...before I came here I was in Phoenix Arizona, some co-workers and I went out one night, I got separated from them and a man snuck up on me, held a gun to my head and made me hand over my bag. Thank god my car keys had been in my pocket, but I remember feeling so helpless and scared.” You told him, taking a sip of water, feeling the buzz of the alcohol leaving you. Both of you were silent, Seonghwa was mentally kicking himself for bringing the mood down, he hadn’t meant too but he had hoped his story could be one of caution to you but all he did was make you relive a bad memory. He sighed and signaled for one of the waitresses to come over. He ordered another cocktail and she was back with it in a couple minutes. He took the glass and slid it over to you,
“Sorry, I killed the mood I wasn’t trying to get you down.” you smiled at him, grateful for the offer but you had to decline, you still had to drive yourself back to your hotel room.
“I’ll drive you,” he offered immediately. You raised an eyebrow and he laughed
“I won’t try anything. I have to work an early shift anyways so I can’t have too much fun, I'll just catch a bus from your place once you're safe inside.”
You felt your heart warm, he was really sweet. You somehow had the luck to run into him on your first day there, you decided if he couldn’t have too much fun, then a little bit of fun would go a long way. You leaned down and took a big sip of the cocktail, but made a face as the burning taste of vodka overpowered the sugar and fruity taste,
“Oooh this one is strong” you voice came out hoarse as you choked and he laughed
“Yeah I’m the only one who can make this drink the right way, it’s kind of my specialty” he examined the glass absently
“What’s the drink called? I’ve never had it before,” you asked taking another small sip,
He looked up and met your eyes, there was something dark in his soft brown eyes, a kind of mischief that made your stomach flip
“Sex on the beach,” he said softly in his deep voice, keeping direct eye contact with you. You breathed out slowly and without breaking the eye contact you responded
“your specialty is sex on the beach?” you asked, your voice small. He smirked, finally breaking eye contact as he reached down his fingers tracing the lines on the top of your hands.
“Something like that.”
Suddenly you didn't care about seeing the beach, You took another big drink of your liquid courage, managing to not make a gross face this time and you looked at him,
“How about instead of escorting me home, maybe you can take me into the city? Cruise around, show me the city lights and nightlife, you don’t have to go home right this instant?” you asked leaning forward giving him puppy dog eyes hoping he’d accept.
He laughed at your eagerness, after a quick check of his phone he accepted and you smiled feeling victorious.
Quickly getting up and packaging your food to go you went to pay for the food but he just grabbed your arm and led you out the door.
“Wait, this is stealing,” you said bluntly feeling buzzed.
“I’m an assistant manager, it’s on me.” He responded cooly
“Oh excuse me I didn’t know I was hanging with a High Roller” you teased. He laughed as you guys came to the parking lot of the beach, there weren’t many cars and your old red Dodge Dakota truck stood out lonely in a far corner. You beckoned for him to follow as you stumbled over to your trusty vehicle. Once you got to the truck you tossed him the keys,
“This is not the car I expected you to have” he laughed unlocking the door.
“Yup i've had this old girl for years, i saw her in a used car lot and had to have her.” you climbed in the passenger seat and tossed the bag of food in the back seat.
One you both were in and buckled up he laughed
“So you're just a young pretty girl that drives an old beat up truck that's probably older than you?” he laughed again turning to you
“I know it's weird right…” you turned to him trying to look intimidating
“You know this could all be a ruse, I could be luring you to the back alleys of the city to kill you and keep your head in my fridge.
After a beat you realized how weird that really sounded and you silently cursed the alcohol for making you so loose lipped.
Luckily Seonghwa wasn't fazed as he burst out laughing then turned to you and cocked his eyebrow
“Is that a threat or a promise??” he giggled and started the truck, you thanked the heavens he was so easygoing.
“Wanna know the main reason I wanted this truck?” you asked him, reaching across him to a switch near the drivers door, noting how good he smelled while you did it, and flipped a small switch. There was a groaning and whining noise then the whole top of your truck moved and folded back on itself and after a moment you were both sitting with the salty sea air around you.
“ WHAT? This is so COOL!” he exclaimed looking like a kid with a new toy “I didn't know that convertible trucks existed!!” he was laughing in excitement and you laughed with him.
“Lets fuckin go then!” he yelled and revved the engine and soon you guys were on the road headed for downtown L.A.
In no time you both were cruising with the top down, enjoying the nightlife, the city was so big and there were so many people out shopping, and eating and there were a lot of people performing and busking on the sides of the roads. It was all so magical and you felt so exhilarated, In all honesty there wasn't anything about L.A that you had not seen in other big cities, but this city had one thing the others didn't, and that was Seonghwa. Having someone with you to experience things with, made a world of a difference. Every so often when you'd get excited and would point and laugh and sit with amazement he would always look at you with the softest eyes and he looked upon you with this kind of adoration that you had never seen someone look at you with. He would tell you stories of his first experiences with the various locations you guys passed by and he had you laughing and every so often he would rest his hand on your thigh absentmindedly, not in a creepy way, but in a way that felt familiar, like he'd done it a thousand times. His hand was a comfortable warmth on your cool skin and it felt right being there with him, everything about him was perfect.
After a bit of driving he started to head to where he lived, you had offered to drop him off as the night had grown long and he had gotten a few phone calls from his roommates asking when he'd be home so unfortunately he had to head home and you were sobered up enough to drive finally. He pulled into the driveway and parked, not before putting the top back up. There was a silence in the car, neither of you wanted to end the night, but Seonghwa had responsibilities and he had to sleep because he had to open up at work the next day.
After a bit of silence he reached over again and gently put his hand on your knee, you placed your smaller hand on his,
“Well, (Y/N) i'm glad you stumbled into my restaurant today, this is the most fun i've had with another person in a long time.” he smiled at you, eyes running over your body as his thumb drew circles on your knee. You had heard what he said, and you wanted to respond with something sweet and wholesome but all you could focus on was his lips and his hand on your skin. With the hand that was placed on his you grabbed his wrist and slowly pulled his hand up higher on your thigh pushing back the fabric of your dress until he was a inch away from your center. You felt him tense up and your breathing got heavy as you watched him and waited for him to do something,
“(Y/N)...” he breathed out, voice deep and filled with lust as he stared at the spot his hand was in and were it was going, he gave your thigh a test squeeze,
“Seonghwa..” you didn't mean for your voice to come out as a small moan but the anticipation and sexual tension was becoming too much for you. Suddenly Seonghwa leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, you immediately opened your mouth to deepen the kiss further, frantically unbuckling your seat belt so you could climb over onto his lap. Without breaking the kiss you settled onto his lap and his hands were all over you. Your brain was a deep fog, there was nothing you could think other than the feeling of his soft lips on yours and the feeling of his big hands as he squeezed your ass. You slipped your hands under his shirt wanting to feel more of him, he broke the kiss only to swiftly remove his jacket and polo shirt. You took a moment to marvel at his body, he was leaned and chiseled, not too much muscle but there were abs and broad shoulders, this man was like a drug, everything he did and everything about him was so intoxicating. You ran your hands up and down his chest and down his back as he pulled you closer, you noticed a hardnessed pressed against your lower parts and you smiled in the kiss, feeling how hard he got and all you guys were doing was kissing. Ever so slowly you pressed your hips down harder onto his crotch and started grinding, he broke the kiss as his head fell back and a groan escaped his lips,
“Oh my god (Y/N) fuck..” you took that as a sigh to grind your hips harder onto his erection, causing more intense friction on your clit, both of you held each other, a moaning and whining mess. You absently thought about how hot and bothered you were getting with your clothes on, you couldn't wait to get them off. You went to kiss him again, tongue exploring as he grasped your hips harshly, trying to slow your movements because your makeout session was getting really intense really fast.
You were about to pull back and ask if they should go back to your hotel room for more privacy when there was a loud rapping at the driver side window, you let out a surprised squeak as you moved to cover any exposed parts. Both you and Seonghwa turned and standing on the other side of the window was a tall man, he looked young like you guys and he had peach colored messy hair and various stains on his oversized sweater.
“Yuhno What the Fuck???” Seonghwa said incredulously, The man named Yuhno gestured for him to roll the window down, after the glass was no longer between them Seonghwa snapped at the taller man
“ Yuhno I said I'd be home soon, I was kind of in the middle of something.” he lectured, angrily pulling his shirt back on.
“Yeah I can see that, and as much as hate to cockblock you and this lovely lady-” he looked over at you and waved cutely, all you could do was laugh and wave back embarrassed. “But Wooyoung and Mingi duct taped Hongjoong to the wall and they won't let me get him down, San wont stop crying because he was trying to do a trick off the counter and dropped half our plates. I tried to get Jongho and Yeosang to help but they went into their rooms and refused to come out.” Yuhno explained in the most calm way possible. Seonghwa just silently sat for a moment and sighed,
“The one day you all have a day off while I have to work late and of course there is pure chaos, just- go get Hongjoong down and I'll be inside in a second.” Yuhno just nodded and after waving at you again he hurried back to the shared house. Seonghwa just sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly,
“ Are these your roommates or do you have kids I don't know about?” Seonghwa let out a genuine laugh then he looked tiredly at you,
“Im sorry, my roommates are a bit…. Eccentric.” he said the last word slowly. You giggled, then leaned over and gave him a small peck on his lips. He pressed his forehead to yours and sat for a moment, basking in your scent. Then with another defeated sigh he climbed out and you slid into the driver seat behind him. He closed your door and leaned in the open window pressing another quick kiss to your lips, the longing in his eyes almost made you want to cry as it mirrored your own longing. He pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to you and you realized it was your phone,
“Don't be mad but I put my number in your phone” he chuckled
“When did you get my phone?!” you asked genuinely surprised he just chuckled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
“I have my ways, I just want to make sure I’ll get to see you again.” he said the last part as a question
“Of course” you said softly cupping his cheek to emphasize your adoration. He didn't make any move to leave your side until there was a loud crashing and incoherent yelling from the inside of the house.
“I gotta go,” he shot you an apologetic smile and turned and jogged up to the front door. As he pulled open the door you could hear high pitched laughter and other sounds of ruckus happening in the house.
“Wooyoung!” he barked as he slammed the door behind him followed by a high pitched scream you could hear from inside your truck.
You looked down at the new contact in your phone under the name Seonghwa and smiled. The whole drive home you had butterflies as you thought about your day and the amazing man you spent part of it with. You'd never experienced anything like this before all the other times you were with a guy it was a hookup and you never really saw the men again, but you knew without a doubt you wanted to see Seonghwa over and over again.
“Coming to L.A. was a good choice after all” you said to yourself as you made your way back to your hotel “ I think that I might stay”
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The Consequence of Secrets- Chapter 28
The Queen and the Babysitter
Word Count- 4578. Special thanks to @darley1101 for describing what morphine feels like since I’ve never had to take any pain meds myself. I hope you like Jennifer and Drake’s time in the hospital and if you do, please like, comment, or reblog! I appreciate every single note!
The last thing Jennifer remembers is the morphine slipping through her veins like warm honey when she wakes to the smell of something… delicious. Something that reminds her of cook-outs in the summer and roadside diners and taking the first salty bite of a piping hot French fry. She opens one eye.
“Yo,” Drake greets her from where he sits on the couch, legs all spread out like he owns the place as he pops a fry into his mouth.
“Creep. I hope you realize it’s weird to stare at people while they sleep.”
“I wasn’t. Don’t flatter yourself. Until you started moaning and smacking your lips anyway,” Drake replies. “Thought you were about to puke or something but no, you just want my food.” Eyebrow raised, he taunts her by eating another fry.
She narrows her eyes. “If you brought Seraphim’s in here again without bringing me some, I’m busting out the guillotine. You’ve seen the storage areas in the palace. They never get rid of anything. Bet I can find one.”
“Are you going to be dramatic the whole time I’m here?”
“Are you going to give me food?”
A deep chuckle rumbles from his chest as he shakes his head and stands with the bag from the diner.
“Yay!” There’s a slightly uncomfortable pull as she rolls from her side to her back too quickly, but no pain, and she feels way less loopy than she had with the full doses of morphine she was on before. This, she really can handle. “What did you bring me?” she asks with a little bounce as she raises the bed to a sitting position.
Drake wheels the tray over her lap and digs into the bag, naming off the items as he places them down in front of her. “Fries, a fruit salad so I can at least argue I brought something healthy, and a cheeseburger just the way you like it; ketchup, mustard, and pickles.”
She squeals in delight as she snatches up the burger and quickly peels away half of the paper wrapper before taking a big bite. “Oh my god…” she moans, chewing slowly to savor the greasy deliciousness. It’s better than chocolate. It’s better than sex. Ok, perhaps it’s not better than sex, but at this moment it’s everything she’s ever wanted and oh so satisfying. As she swallows, she looks at the table in front of the couch, then up at Drake. “No chocolate milkshake?”
“Two days ago you couldn’t keep anything down. I think we’re pushing it enough with the burger and fries, don’t you?”
She shrugs and takes another bite.
Drake places a handful of ketchup packets and some napkins on the tray, then checks her cup of water. It’s still full, and he sets it back down. “Need anything else?”
Ripping off part of the fry bag to squirt some ketchup onto it, she shakes her head. “This is perfect. Thank you, Drake.”
“No problem.” He strides back to the couch and sits, taking another burger out of the bag for himself. “I should have brought you a Sprite. Or a ginger ale! Doesn’t that help settle the stomach?” Leaving his food behind, he stands abruptly and starts heading to the door. “I’ll go find the kitchenette thing Liam mentioned. They probably have stuff in there. Or I can ask the nurse for…”
“Drake,” Jennifer laughs. “Sit. Relax. Eat your food. I’m fine, I promise.”
“Right,” he nods. “That’s good. That’s really good.” Scrubbing a hand across his beard, he lets out a breath and returns to his spot on the couch again.
Several minutes of silence pass as they eat, during which Jennifer catches Drake stealing glances out of the corner of her eye. Liam had been the same the first day or so after her surgery. If he wasn’t actively doing things to help her feel better or make her more comfortable, he was asking questions about how he could help her feel better or make her more comfortable. And if he wasn’t asking questions, he was constantly looking at her to make sure she didn’t suddenly need anything since the last time he asked. It was sweet, but if he was still acting like that, she would have lost her damn mind. Drake won’t go to the extreme Liam did, but it’s still best to nip this in the bud before the marshmallow comes out in full force.
Finishing her burger, she wipes the corners of her mouth with a napkin, crumples it up, then places it in the center of the used burger wrapper, right next to the extra bits of the bun she tore off. Next, she calmly gathers the items, squishes them into a tight ball, cocks her arm back, and lets her projectile fly. Her aim is true, and it bounces off the middle of Drake’s forehead to land in his puddle of ketchup with a splat.
“Ow!” Mouth hanging open in shock, he clamps his palm over the point of impact. “What the hell was that for?!”
“Stop being weird.”
“How am I being weird?” he asks, hand still pressed to his forehead. “You’re the one throwing shit.”
“Because you’re being weird. You keep looking at me like you think I’m going to keel over or something. Stop.”
“You’re paranoid!”
“You’re transparent!” she bites back.
They glare at each other for a beat, then burst into laughter.
“Ok, fine,” Drake laughs. “I’ll try to leave you alone. Lord knows you’re getting enough over-protectiveness from Liam. But you have to promise to tell me if you don’t feel right, if you need anything, whatever. Anything happens to you on my watch and he might actually kill me this time.”
Jennifer rolls her eyes. “Nothing’s going to happen but fine, I promise.” Her phone pings, and she picks it up off the tray to read a text from Liam. “Liam will be on in twenty minutes,” she tells Drake as she types out a response to her husband; assuring him she’s fine and will watch every second. She sets the phone down as she turns to Drake. “Plenty of time to talk about feelings and stuff.” She gives him a cheesy smile and wiggles her eyebrows.
“Hard pass.”
“Come on, Drake, I haven’t seen you in forever!”
“You saw me yesterday.”
“That doesn’t count and you know it,” she grumbles. “When’s the last time we got to talk, just the two of us?”
“Like a week ago, in the stables in Lythikos.” He pops the last of his burger in his mouth, chews, and swallows before adding, “Where I’ll remind you we did talk about ‘feelings and stuff’.”
“Um, excuse me, so much has happened since then and apparently it worked because here you are. Go ahead, tell me how much of a genius I am. Say it. Say I was right, I’ll wait.”
“You’re going to be waiting for a long time.”
Jennifer laughs and picks up her Styrofoam cup of water. “You’re lucky I’m thirsty or I’d throw this at you next.” She takes a few long pulls from the straw and sets it back down. “What’s it like being back?” She hesitates, torn between being scared to bring it up and dying to find out if Liam was sugar-coating things for her peace of mind. “Is it weird? You and Liam after… the incident that must not be discussed?”
His brow furrows, and he avoids her gaze by gathering up his trash and placing it in the paper diner bag. “Not really?” he shrugs. “I mean, it was awkward at first but it’s a hell of a lot better than I thought it’d be.” He glances up with a soft smile on his face. “Mostly he’s just been worried about you and the baby, so we haven’t really had a chance to talk yet. We will though, don’t worry.”
“Good. Our baby will need their Uncle Drake in their life.” she grins, watching as his face falls. He looks away and leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees. Wringing his hands together, he stares blankly at the table in front of him and nervousness prickles across her skin. After everything she went through the last several days; the pain, the fear, the uncertainty, she had the thought that as horrible as it was, at least it brought them back together. But it still isn’t enough. “You don’t want to talk to him.” It isn’t a question, it’s an observation. To be smacked in the face with the realization your life can change in an instant, that you never know when you might lose someone important to you and you’ll never get the chance to tell them how you really feel… How can it not be enough for them to at least try to fix things?
“No, no, I do.” He waves her off. “Of course I do.” Groaning, he presses the heels of his palms into his eyes before raking both hands through his long hair. He leans back with a sigh and rests his head on the back of the couch, taking a moment before he speaks again. “Olivia’s pregnant.”
Oh. That. She had almost forgotten about that. “…whaaat? That’s crazy.” Her feigned shock sounds pitiful even to her own ears and his eyes snap open as he sits up, rigid like his body has turned to stone. Real smooth, Jennifer. Way to convince him this is the first you’re hearing about it.
Drake looks positively scandalized. “You knew!”
She grimaces. “Yeah… I gave her a pregnancy test during the picnic.”
“And you didn’t think to tell me?”
“Oh, I’m sorry!” she shouts back. “I was a little preoccupied with trying not to die!”
He cringes at her words, and when their eyes meet again, he has the decency to look apologetic. “I still wish you would have told me. I could have prepared myself a little, at least.”
“Look, I’m sorry I didn’t give you a heads up. Liam was leaving for Switzerland the next day and that night we were… um… a little busy and…”
Drake shakes his head, “Yeah, I don’t need to hear about it.”
“Right. Anyway, we were busy. Then the next day I had a bunch of Queenly stuff to do, and that night I got sick. Next thing I knew I was here, so… I never got the chance. Besides, it wasn’t my place to tell you, Drake. It was Olivia’s right to tell you when she was ready.”
He slumps against the couch again, knowing she’s right even if he will never admit it. “I suppose Liam knows?”
“Actually, he doesn’t. I didn’t tell him anything.”
“Yeah, right,” Drake scoffs, raising his eyebrow in disbelief. “You tell him everything.”
“I do not.” Not wanting to miss Liam’s statement, she turns on the tv and flips through the local channels. All of them have ‘Breaking News’ framing the screen while the newsmen and women speculate on her condition; the worst of which being she lost the baby. Her throat tightens, and she places a protective hand on her stomach, gently rubbing to remind herself their little bean is still there. A kick bumps against her palm, and she gives them a little pat in response. “I totally did mean to tell him though.” Shrugging, she lowers the volume until she can barely hear what’s being said. She doesn’t need that kind of negativity in her life. “Slipped my mind, I guess.”
“It slipped your mind,” he speaks in a dry tone. “Me and Olivia having a kid slipped your mind. Wow.”
Jennifer rolls her eyes, “I didn’t forget you were having a baby, I just forgot to tell Liam. Because as I said,” With a sweep of her arms, she gestures at herself in the hospital bed. “I’ve been a little busy.” Rather than commenting on the pout on Drake’s face, she picks up her cup and enjoys the satisfaction of winning this round as she drinks the rest of her water. “So… what are you going to do? Do you think you guys will get married or…?”
“All I know is I’m going to be a dad and part of my kid’s life,” he shrugs. “Other than that I have no fucking clue.” His cheeks puff as he forces a breath through his lips. “Can we talk about something else? How are you doing?”
“Great,” she answers. “Bored as hell, though.”
“When are you getting out of here?”
“I’m not sure. My labs look awesome but they’re still worried about sepsis so they’re pumping antibiotics into my I.V. three times a day. Tomorrow it drops to twice a day for a few days, then oral antibiotics for a few weeks, but I won’t need to be here for that. And they said I had to poop before I could be discharged but I did that this morning so… don’t know.”
“Why…?” Raising his hand to stop her, he shakes his head and closes his eyes like the image is too much. “I don’t want to hear about your bowel movements.”
“You’re the one who asked! Everybody poops, Drake. You need to get over it.” Pushing her tray out of the way, she sits up and sweeps the blanket off her legs.
Drake is on his feet in a flash and shouts, “What the hell are you doing?” One second he was sprawled out on the couch and the next he’s at the side of her bed wearing a manic expression. He might have jumped over the coffee table. She can’t be sure.
Startled and ready to fight to the death, Jennifer raises her fists to her fluttering chest and leans away from the large mountain-man towering over her. “Back off, weirdo! I’m just going to refill my water. Relax.”
“I’ll do it.” He snatches the cup off the tray. “Liam said you’re not supposed to be getting up all the time.”
“Oh, for God’s sake.” She rolls her eyes. All the time. Like shuffling to the bathroom every few hours is ‘all the time’. Blood flow is important, she’ll have her dear husband know. Though the last time she used that argument, it didn’t work. Instead, he massaged her legs, which was nice, but she still wants to move around a bit. She’ll try again later, and maybe Liam will even let her walk into the hall like a big girl. You never know, miracles happen every day. “Where are you going?” she asks Drake as he heads toward the door. “Just use the faucet in the bathroom.”
He whirls around, looking highly affronted. “I’m not giving you tap water. Are you insane?” His lip curls as he shoots her a dirty look and turns on his heel.
“Excuse me,” she shouts at his retreating back. “Our water is immaculate, thank you very much!”
In the hall, Drake frantically shouts for water like the room is on fire. It isn’t hard to picture the sight of him, eyes wild while he chases down any poor soul who crosses his path. Jennifer shakes her head, looking up toward the heavens for strength. All the men in her life have lost their minds. Every. Last. One of them.
Several guards taking position between the crowd and the podium draws her attention to the tv, and she turns up the volume as Drake comes back in with a cup in each hand.
He hands her one without meeting her eyes and rubs the back of his neck. “I uh… I might have scared some nurses.”
“You think?” She takes a drink and tips her chin at the tv. “You’re just in time. Looks like Liam is about to go on.” As Drake settles into the chair beside her bed, Jennifer watches her husband exit the glass doors of the hospital with Bastien following behind. Liam wears his usual calm and stoic expression when in the public eye, but his lips show the barest hint of a smile to put the people at ease. “Aww, man. He shaved. I liked that beard.”
“I’m sure he’ll grow it again if you ask him to.”
She flaps her hand and hisses, “Shh!”
Drake shifts in the chair, making the cheap vinyl and worn out springs creak as he twists to set his cup on the cabinet behind him.
“Dude.” She looks at him, lifting her brows in exasperation. “Seriously.”
“Sorry.” He raises his palms and speaks his next word under his breath. “Geez.”
Stepping up to the microphone, Liam rests his palms on the podium and begins to speak. “Thank you all for coming. I would like to take this opportunity to provide you, our people, with facts, and dispel any rumors surrounding the health of Queen Jennifer and our child. Early Wednesday morning, The Queen underwent an emergency appendectomy. The surgery was successful and did not adversely affect the pregnancy.” His eyes flash and even though she can’t see it on the small tv screen, Jennifer knows him well enough to know his jaw is clenched for a split second before he speaks again. “There was no miscarriage.” He says the words deliberately, forcefully, in a firm tone to ensure there is no confusion. “Her recovery is going well and she is eager to get back to work for the Cordonian people but for the time being, she is resting comfortably at the insistence of her doctors.” He pauses and huffs out a laugh, looking out at the crowd in front of him with an easy grin. “I am sure you can all imagine how that went.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Jennifer crosses her arms and wrinkles her nose at the tv as the crowd laughs softly, nodding their heads like they know exactly what he’s talking about.
“That you’re stubborn, have no regard for your own safety, hate the idea of being stuck in bed while there’s work to do, refuse to listen to people who only have your health in mind and want what’s best for you…”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Jennifer cuts Drake off with a wave of her hand. “And I am not stubborn.”
“I beg your pardon?” Drake looks at her like it’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard. “You’re the queen of stubborn.”
“I’m the Queen of Cordonia and don’t you forget it.” She shoots him a smug smirk. “Also, I prefer determined, not stubborn, and you act like that’s a bad thing. It’s not. Now hush, you’re making me miss what my man is saying with your nonsense.” She can practically hear Drake’s eyes rolling in his head as she turns her attention back to the rest of Liam’s statement.
“…Jennifer and I wish to extend our heartfelt gratitude to the impeccable staff here at Apple Grove General Hospital. Every person we have encountered from aides, to nurses, to doctors, we have been met with professionalism and a level of care that is second to none; reminding us how important quality health care is to both our family and our people. Also, to those who have sent well-wishes, thoughts, and prayers, we cannot thank you enough. It warms our hearts to know we have the support of the Cordonian people and we will continue to do everything in our power to ensure your support is not misplaced. I’m afraid that is all the time I have for today, but I assure you; The Queen is safe. Our child is safe. The Monarchy is safe.” Liam pauses, looking out at the crowd with a resolute expression to allow his words to sink in. “Good day to you all and thank you again for coming.”
“He’s good,” Drake admits as the camera pans out to show the reporter Donnie Brine with his microphone in his hand. In the background, Madeleine can be seen meeting Liam halfway to the doors, and he turns his head the slightest bit to listen to what she’s saying as they walk, followed by Bastien and a handful of other guards back into the hospital.
“Isn’t he though?” Jennifer clasps her hands to her chest and sighs dramatically. “I love him.”
“Huh. Never would have guessed.” Drake stands and stretches his arms over his head. “God, how does Liam sit here all day and night?”
“You know him, he doesn’t want to leave me here alone.” Jennifer shrugs. “He reads, we play games, watch tv, blah blah blah. And he’s still working, he just does what he can from here.” She listens to the reporters analyze Liam’s statement, talking about how relieved they are she’s doing well and impressed King Liam came out to speak to them personally. Because if he’s outside speaking with them, then her hospital stay must not be as serious as they’d first feared. If only they knew. “At least you guys can leave whenever you want. I can’t even walk around. I’m about to tie a bunch of sheets together and repel out the window.” A doctor she’s never seen or been examined by in her life comes on the screen and starts discussing the statistics of appendicitis in pregnant women and how dangerous it can be. She turns off the tv. “I don’t need a babysitter, you know. You don’t have to stay.”
“Says the woman who’s about to jump out of the window,” Drake grumbles, moving to examine the whiteboard on the wall. There’s nothing listed. She only has two nurses: Ashley during the day and Lucy at night.
“Still threatening that, are we?” Liam asks as he enters the room. Grinning, he nods at Drake as he walks over to the bed. Jennifer lifts her head for a kiss and Liam places one on her cheek. “How are you doing, love? Everything okay?”
“The tv’s in this joint are way too small,” she complains. “That thing’s so tiny you can barely even see what’s going on. Would it kill them to have something you don’t need binoculars to look at? Seems like a good investment for patient morale.”
Liam checks his watch, then swipes the hospital’s food menu off the counter and hands it to her without a word.
“I’m not hungry. My babysitter already fed me,” she tells him. Liam doesn’t respond, just stands there blinking at her until she takes the menu with a roll of her eyes.
“Everything went well?” Liam asks Drake.
“He tried to give me tap water,” Jennifer answers as she reads over the menu. Everything looks good. Fantastic, even. Ok, fine, she might be a little hungry.
“What? I did not!” Drake exclaims. “She’s the one who told me to use tap water. I used bottled water I got from the nurse.”
Laughing, Jennifer flips the menu while Liam waits with his phone in his hand to text security her order. “I’ll have a garden salad with ranch, grilled chicken sandwich, mashed potatoes and gravy, a side of broccoli, chocolate ice cream and some pickles. Like, a bowl of pickles. Oh! And some fries to dip into the ice cream. Strawberries sound good too… No, a slice of apple pie. Or cherry, but apples my first choice. That should do it, I think.”
“Got it,” Liam answers as he types. “Drake, you want anything?”
Drake watches them with wide eyes. He looks scared and a little nauseous. “No, man. I’m good. I’m gonna take off, actually.” He walks over, extending his hand to shake Liam’s. “Maxwell said he needed my help with ‘the best idea ever’ and I want to be there to stop him from blowing something up.”
“I appreciate it,” Liam laughs, pulling Drake into what Jennifer assumes is supposed to be a bro-hug. It’s a little awkward, but a definite improvement.
Spirits lifted by the promise of food and Liam’s friendly gesture, Jennifer waves at Drake with a bright smile on her face. “Bye, Drake. Thanks for watching me!”
Drake huffs out a silent laugh and shakes his head as he leaves the room.
Liam slips his phone into his pocket and sits on the edge of the bed, gently taking her hand. “Bastien and I met with your doctors earlier today.”
“Okay… is something wrong?”
Liam’s lips curl into a soft smile and he shakes his head while gently running his thumb across the back of her hand. “No, nothing is wrong. We were discussing the possibility of you recovering at home in the palace, instead of here.”
“No,” she gasps, gripping his hand tightly.
“Yes,” Liam chuckles. “I would have included you in the meeting but I didn’t want you to get your hopes up should they have been opposed to the idea. We came up with a plan, and Ashley and Lucy have agreed to stay at the palace for the week you would have spent here. They will continue to monitor your progress and administer your medication, and Dr’s Colle and Patel will be on call should anything happen. At the end of the week, your doctors will re-evaluate, but barring any complications, they believe the need for at-home care will have passed by that time.”
Jennifer draws in a shuddering breath, unsuccessfully trying to stop herself from crying. “But… how can they do that? Won’t they be needed here?”
“As Queen, you’re the only patient assigned to them, Jennifer, whether they care for you here or at the palace. Your medical team wasn’t immediately sold on the idea, but once I started speaking in my ‘King voice’ as you call it and explained my concerns with security, they were much more amenable to my request.” Liam shrugs and huffs out a laugh. “I also made a sizable donation to the hospital, though I intended to do so, regardless.”
“When…” Her breath hitches as her tears spill over and she swipes them away. “When do I get to go home?”
“Tomorrow,” Liam answers, wiping away the moisture she missed with the pad of his thumb. “But Jennifer, you are still under the care of an infectious disease specialist and you have to follow the rules your nurses give you. There will be no running around the palace, no work aside from what you can do remotely from our quarters, no jumping on the bed, no scrubbing out the tub, no rolling around the floor with Chance and Tori. You will listen to what they say and take your medicine without complaint.” As she opens her mouth to argue, Liam holds up his hand. “I’m not referring to the morphine. I understand you don’t want to take it and they’ve already begun to wean you off. With everything else I’ve said, do you promise to behave yourself?”
“Yes,” she nods vehemently. “Absolutely.”
“I am not joking, Jennifer. I will not hesitate to tie you to our bed myself if you’re being stubborn or pushing yourself more than you should be.”
“I’m not joking either, Liam. I promise to be the best patient they’ve ever seen. I just want to go home.” She gazes out the window. It’s all out there. Fresh air and flowers and birds singing and the smell of the sea. Freedom is out there. And hallelujah tomorrow she’ll be free too, relatively speaking. “Although…” She turns to him with a mischievous grin. “We should totally revisit the tying up thing. Once I’ve recovered, obviously.”
#liam x mc#trr/trh fanfic#choices trr#choices trh#Jennifer and drake#drake walker#liam x jennifer#the consequence of secrets#the royal romance#the royal heir
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Tales of A Star
Tales of A Star
Summary: A retelling of the show through Star’s eyes
Rated: T+
Chapter 2 - What the Hair?
Word Count: 2,572
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”Hey, Eugene!” I said as I passed by him in the hallway of the castle.
“Hey, Star!” Eugene said. He paused then turned around. “Wait, wait, wait a minute! Star, can I ask you something?”
“Yeah, sure,” I said.
“Do you think I can keep a secret?”
“Um…” I wasn’t sure. I never told him a secret, but I have seen Eugene not exactly keeping things in the down low. “I’m not sure…”
Eugene pouted, “Ugh, I know Rapunzel isn’t telling me something, I just know it. Cassandra can’t let Rapunzel tell me that secret. I know those two are up to something. I need to prove to them that I can keep a secret.”
“Oh, well, then, I think maybe I can show you something that can be classified as a secret.” I thought about it and it isn’t exactly a secret but if it will make Eugene feel better than I guess it counts.
“Really?“ Eugene’s eyes lit up.
“Yeah, but I’m not sure if I can show you here. Let’s meet up at the Snuggling Duckling, later.”
I took Luna up to the Snuggling Duckling pub. I’ve been here a couple of times with Eugene and Rapunzel. The people in there, although they look rough and tough, they were very nice. Also the milkshakes there are absolutely spectacular.
“Hey, Eugene!” I greeted him.
“Oh thank goodness. Star you’re here!” Eugene lit up. “Well folks, looks like I got to go now. Big Nose, would love to hear more of that lovely poem of yours, but Star and I have important matters to attend to right now. Goodbye now!”
Eugene pushed me outside and Maximus the horse followed.
“Um...what just happened?” I blinked.
“You saved me from boredom, that’s what happened."
“Um, okay,” I was still confused but I wasn’t going to dwell on it.
“So what’s this thing you want to show me?” Eugene asked.
“This,” I pulled out my necklace. “I made this with a gem I found.”
“Woah,” Eugene said. “That’s brighter than any gem I’ve ever stolen—I mean seen.”
Then something strange happened.
“Don’t you feel that?” I asked.
“Feel what? I don’t feel anything.”
“Can’t you hear it?”
“Hear what exactly? I don’t hear anything. Star, you’re freaking me out.”
I stepped back. I looked at my necklace and the gem began to glow. I felt this connection. Words were going inside my head. It’s almost like I could hear it but not actually hear it. It’s almost like a voice inside my head.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and said the words it told me, “Starlight, star bright. I wish for the power for me to fight.”
I felt a breeze blowing. I could feel myself being engulfed. I felt my feet rising off the ground. I felt metal bits being formed on my body.
When I dropped down, I opened my eyes.
Eugene had his jaw dropped so far it looked like it could fall off.
I looked down at myself and I couldn’t believe what I saw. Or what I was wearing: full armor. Like some knight armor. It was silver and white metal all over.
“What...how…why?” Eugene continued to say words but not actually form full sentences.
“What the heck am I wearing? Eugene!” I started to panic.
So many questions were running through my head. What is this? What could have caused this? Why? Is this magic? Is this real? Could I be dreaming? This isn't real right? Right?!
"Oh no,” I looked at my gem on my chest. “The gem has something to do with it! B-but how?!”
“Oh no! Your gem is glowing again!” Eugene pointed to my gem.
“Oh no, what do we do now?!”
Then with a flash of bright white light my armor disappeared.
“What?!” We both said.
“Ok, what in the world is going on? Funny enough this isn’t the strangest thing that has happened to me.” Eugene said. "But it is a close contender."
“Well, it is to me!” I said. “We have to tell Rapunzel.”
“Wait, what? I thought this was supposed to be a secret?”
“No, the secret was the necklace, not the whole armor thing! We need to tell someone. Someone who knows magic! Rapunzel has magic hair, right? Or at least had. I don’t know if her hair is magic now, you know with it being long and all.”
“Oh, come on! And just when I was going to prove to them that I could keep a secret.”
“Come on, we have to find Rapunzel!”
I saw Maximus and Eugene look behind me. When I turned around I caught the glimpse of Rapunzel’s blonde hair.
Eugene and I simply looked at each other. We knew what we had to do. We have to follow her.
We reached a house in Old Corona, a place I really don’t know much about.
Eugene approached a window and took a look inside.
“Blondie!” Eugene gasped.
“What? What is it?” I try to look inside the window. I was at my tippy toes and I still couldn’t see. I tried jumping to see but I still couldn’t see. Curse my short stature!
“Looks like Rapunzel is in trouble! Come on!” Eugene said.
Eugene and I found the entrance and Eugene came busting into the room. I quickly followed. Rapunzel was trapped in some sort of operating bed. I saw this kid I didn’t recognize. He has to be the one trying to hurt Rapunzel.
“Ahhh!” I yelled as I tackled the kid to the ground.
“Oh my goodness! Please don’t hurt me!” he yelled out.
“Star, Eugene, what are you two doing here?” Rapunzel said. “Don’t hurt him! He was only trying to help me!”
“Wait, what?” I blinked. I scanned around the room. Cassandra was shaking her head and Rapunzel gave me a pleading look. I looked down at the kid. The kid flinched. He was genuinely afraid that I was going to hurt him. Well, I was kind of going to…
“Oh,” I said as I got up. “I am so sorry…”
I felt stupid for jumping to conclusions and nearly hurting this kid any more than I already did.
“Um, it’s alright,” he said. He looked up and saw Eugene. “Hey! Aren’t you Flynn Rider?”
Of course Eugene's first instinct was to deny that he was Flynn, but upon finding out that he was a fan of his he became flattered.
I looked around the room while they discussed. The room was filled with all sorts of gadgets I’ve never seen. On a table there were a bunch of beakers and flasks with different chemical compounds. Was this a laboratory?
I saw Cass and Rapunzel whisper about something. I was curious why they came here.
“Um, Rapunzel, why did you guys come here?” I asked her.
“Oh, we wanted to find some answers with my hair. We heard about Varian and we came here. He told us how this machine could tell what my hair is!” Rapunzel said excitingly.
“Do you think if I had something magical, he could help me?”
“Yeah, sure! Why?”
“Um, let’s just say I have something that might be worth taking a look at.”
I wasn’t sure to tell Rapunzel about it yet. What if this doesn’t happen again? What if she thinks I’m crazy? But why would she think that when she's the one that has crazy long magic hair?
“Um, hey,” I tapped the kid on the shoulder. He turned around and nearly hit me with some sort of laser stick. “Hey! Watch where you point that thing!”
“Oh, sorry,” he said,
“So, V-v-v...I’m sorry what was your name again?”
“Varian!”
“Vari...uhn?”
“No, Varian. Here, repeat after me. Vari-“
“Vari”
“-An”
“-An”
“Varian!”
“Vary-Anne.”
“Eh, close enough.”
I felt bad. I tackled the kid and now I can’t even pronounce his name right!
Suddenly there was a rumble.
Now, I’ve lived in Corona all my life and earthquakes weren’t really that common.
Eugene and Varian continued to talk. When Varian told Eugene about telling him a possible secret, Eugene was intrigued and followed him to get a press.
“Um, Cass, Rapunzel, I have something to tell you guys,” I said. They looked at each other. “I know this sounds crazy…”
“Oh, trust us, we know crazy,” Cassandra said.
“Okay so you guys believe me when I say that I found this magical gem and give me powers and armor when I say an incantation, right?”
They looked at me with a blank expression.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” I pulled out my necklace. “This, here, gave me armor when I said some words. Eugene saw it too. Just watch.”
I stepped back and closed my eyes. I took a deep breath. “Starlight, star bright. I wish for the power for me to fight.”
I stood there for a moment. I felt nothing. None of that weird magic connection. I opened an eye and looked down. I was wearing my regular clothes, “Huh? I swear it happened! I don’t understand why it didn’t happen”
“Star, it’s okay, I believe you.” Rapunzel said.
“Thanks, but I don’t think you believe me.” I sighed.
“I don’t believe you,” Cass said.
“Thanks for the reassurance.” I said sarcastically.
Eugene and Varian came back with the press.
Honestly, watching Rapunzel going through those tests doesn’t encourage me to be thrilled about telling this kid about my magic necklace.
Another tremble occurs.
Eugene told Rapunzel about leaving and that would be great for me as well.
Eugene took Varian to talk to outside. I have a feeling that whatever these tremors are, they aren’t earthquakes, and perhaps those two knew something.
Eugene came back without Varian. He really wanted these tests to be over with. Cass had the same idea as me and wondered why he wanted us to leave so badly.
“...When these things blow up—“ Eugene stopped himself.
“What did you say?” Cass said.
“Blow up?!” I yelled.
More trembles came but they lasted longer and were stronger.
Eugene explained how Varian had these unstable machines underground that are causing these trembles.
“I think they could blow up any minute!” Eugene said.
Just as he said we looked out the window and several rocks blew up from the ground.
“That minute being now!” Eugene exclaimed.
“Get me out of this machine!” Rapunzel started to struggle to get out.
Eugene, Cassandra, and I scrambled to get her out. Eugene went to the controls and pressed every button and pulled every lever in sight. Cassandra tried to break her out with her sword. I tried yanking the straps but they wouldn’t budge. “A little help over here!”
Eugene and Cass came and we all tried pulling on the straps.
“Varian!” Eugene yelled.
I looked out the window and the kid was running outside.
“...I’ll get the kid!” Cassandra said. “Star, come with me!”
“But what about Rapunzel?”
“Would you rather stay here?”
“No…” I said hesitantly.
“It’s okay, Star,” Eugene grunted as he yanked on the straps, “I have this all under control.”
I didn’t believe him, but I took his word for it. I followed Cass outside. Things were being blown all over the place. We dodged several things that fell from the sky. I saw my gem glowing.
“Oh no,” I said,
With a flash of light I was running in my armor.
“Cass! Wait!” I said,
Cassandra looked back, “Woah! What the—?!”
I looked in front of me. Varian was there.
I could feel myself running slower due to the armor. “Go, Cass! Get Varian!”
Cassandra nodded and went ahead without me.
I saw a faint glowing ball in my hand. Then it quickly materialized into a sword and it fell into my hand. I tripped over it and fell onto the ground.
I looked up and saw a huge piece of debris flying towards where Varian and Cass were.
“No!” I yelled.
I saw in horror as the debris hit them. “No!”
I got up and ran towards the debris. “No, no, no! Cassandra! Varian!”
Then I heard shuffling. I looked up and saw Cassandra’s head pop up then she pulled out Varian.
“Oh, thank goodness,” I muttered in relief.
I saw Cassandra roll her eyes at Varian. I couldn’t hear what they said but I was relieved they were okay.
“Hey, you two, are you guys alright!” I yelled.
“Yeah!” Cass yelled.
“Woah! What are you wearing?” Varian stared at my new outfit upgrade.
“Um, I’m wearing a magical necklace that gives me armor,” I looked down at my hand and the sword was still there. “Oh, and a sword, apparently!”
Another flash of light came and the armor and sword disappeared. I was wearing my normal clothes again.
“Weird…” I whispered.
“Varian!” A man’s voice yelled.
I looked behind me. I saw the mess that Varian’s machine created. There was smoke coming out of the holes in the ground. Debris everywhere.
“Quirin! Thank goodness you’re here!” Another man said.
“Uh oh, that's my dad.” Varian said.
Varian and Cass got out.
Quirin ran up to his son.
“Dad, I’m sorry,” Varian said.
“Not again, Varian.” Quirin said.��
Again? Was this kid notorious for having his inventions blown up or something?
Quirin turned around, “Is everyone alright!”
Varian looked away and began to pick up the debris on the floor.
I approached him, “Um, hey there, looks like–”
He stopped me, “Sorry, I’m not really in the mood to talk to anyone right now…”
“Oh, alright…” I let him be. I should have read the situation better. I should’ve given him space.
Later, we found Rapunzel and Eugene safe and sound, thankfully.
I got up on Luna and sighed. Rapunzel must’ve heard me.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
Rapunzel and Eugene got on Maximus. Rapunzel decided to tell Eugene and I about her adventure with Cass before the coronation while we rode back, The more details I listened to the princess’s story, the more I realized that the place she found the black rocks is the same place I found the gem.
“Um, Rapunzel, that place where you found those black rocks, is the same place where that miracle flower was found?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Rapunzel said. “How did you know?”
“Because it was where I found the gem.”
“Raps,” Cassandra said. “I didn’t believe what Star said, but she was telling the truth. That gem she has there gave her armor.”
“Okay, so now everyone knows,” I muttered.
“I knew it! I believed in you!” Rapunzel said.
“Do your parents know, Star?” Eugene asked.
“No! You cannot tell your family about this,” Rapunzel said frantically. “I know your parents are loyal to the King and my dad cannot know about anything magical.”
“Oh my gosh, my parents!” It hasn't even crossed my mind once. With all this crazy things going on today, I didn’t even think of my family. Would they even believe me if I told them?
“Would they even believe me? I mean having your daughter with a magical necklace that gives knight armor isn’t exactly convincing ” I said.
“Um, okay. I promise to try to keep this away from my family,” I said. "Although, this doesn't feel right. Keeping secrets from my family."
You're probably thinking how I handled this, well, let's just say I didn't talk much at dinner.
#tangled#tangled the series#tangled au#tangled fanfiction#my writing#my ocs#tangled the series au#tangled the series fanfiction#the star knight au#tales of a star
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"ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ sᴘᴇᴡ ᴘʀᴏғᴀɴɪᴛɪᴇs. ɪ ᴇɴᴜɴᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀʟʏ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇᴍᴀɴ."
( COLIN O’DONOGHUE, 38, MALE, HE/HIM ) Was that CALHOUN O'FARRELL? I heard a rumor they work for the O'SHEA family, but who knows for sure ? They can be a bit TEMPERAMENTAL & CALLOUS, but I also heard they can be METICULOUS & STRAIGHTFORWARD. You’ll usually find them at CHICAGO THEATER in their spare time, when they’re not being an AFFILIATE. You may want to keep an eye on that one !
trigger warnings: death, murder, blood, beatings.
Meet Lorcan Calhoun O’Farrell the second ; call him Cal or Calhoun for sort, he doesn’t like going by Lorcan.
He is a true born Irish having being born to Lorcan O’Farrell and his wife, Niamh. Calhoun is their first born son and became BLESSED being never after his father. Though later in life Cal would argue he was cursed with the name instead.
Despite being raised in Dublin, Calhoun frequently from a young age visited Chicago with his father. Lorcan Sr believed he should teach his son at a young age of the ‘family business’ aka serving the O’Shea family. His old man was a dear old friend of Mason O’Shea -- Calhoun’s godfather.
From the constant trips to America Calhoun became acquaintances with each and every child Mason O’Shea fathered and despite having siblings of his own back home, Cal considered them his siblings too -- well, almost all of them. He still doesn’t know why and asks himself at times this, but Cal ended up getting a crush on Amelia. Cal honestly believes it’s because he would like to marry a woman like the oldest O’Shea. An honest cold hearted kind of gal, maybe minus the cold heart part.
Even though he was trained from an early age with Lorcan Sr having hopes of Calhoun taking his spot when he was ready, the two never honestly got along with each other. Sure they would act as if they got along in front of Mason, but when not around him? Oh it was a bloody war. Nimah at one point told her first born it is because he is like Lorcan in so many ways.
To the world Calhoun appeared as a rebellious boy who wanted to prove his worth to the Irish family, but behind closed doors? He took the beatings of his wrathful father. Calhoun even took the beatings for both his mother and siblings. There were many times he dreamed about just snapping the old man’s neck, but something always stopped him and he never knew what it was exactly.
Straight out of high school Calhoun went to work full time for the O’Sheas and Lorcan couldn’t be anymore happier in his son. It was as if the man was born to be a part of something like this, he never cared to get his hands bloody just like his old man before him.
That brute personality of his and the way he knocked down his enemies went unnoticed. Calhoun rose through the ranks reaper, bone breaker and finally became a General at the age of twenty nine. This tickled Lorcan to death, but it was short lived when he realized that his own son had a higher position than him.
Despite his position it never stopped Calhoun from going home for a week or two to see his family and check in on the O’Shea sector there. After all his sister was well respected there.
Just like his line of work, Calhoun’s love and sex life were fast paced as well. He hardly ever slept with the same person twice and became to be known as a Casanova. Through this though is how he learned of his father’s unfaithfulness to his mother. Oh what a sick way he learned too. Cal ended up sleeping with the woman that caused Lorcan to no longer be faithful to his marriage and this ENRAGED the eldest O’Farrell.
It was obvious Calhoun and Lorcan never got along with each other and never saw eye to eye, but this? This stirred the pot to the point to collapsed. With this information he came forth to his mother and watch their marriage come to an end. Nimah might’ve been a kind hearted soul, but she was also the kind of woman to not tolerate someone’s bullshit either.
And so there was Calhoun on the night the papers were signed. He decided to help his mother pack up the remainder of her things and move somewhere else on O’Shea property (she was loyal to the irish fam). Though it seemed fate had another idea instead.
Lorcan ended up busting through the front door, clearly drunk out of his mind and full of rage. His blood boiling and his words completely slurred he attacked Calhoun. As he wailed in on his first born the words of everything he thought of Cal came spewing out. Unlike his siblings, Cal was always the rebellious one to his father and Lorcan believed Calhoun was sent to show how weak Lorcan was to the O’Shea family -- to Mason. Before Calhoun could react to this is when Nimah stepped in to which Lorcan reacted by putting his hands on her. From that moment is when the first born saw RED and found himself slipping into a blackout.
When Cal came out of this dark episode he stood over his father’s lifeless body and met the face of his mother who was pale as a ghost. Nimah informed her son of what he had done: he murdered Lorcan O’Farrell. His face was unrecognizable and his blood tainted the clothes they both wore.
Afraid of what would happened to Calhoun, Nimah hatched the plan of getting rid of Lorcan’s body deep in the country side. To the family and the clan they made it look as if Lorcan abandoned them all together.
When returning back to the States, Mason had asked him how he felt of Lorcan’s sudden departure. Calhoun’s response? The bastard’s dead to me for what he’s done, sir.
Calhoun didn’t know if it was known to Mason of Lorcan’s violent side or not, but at times it did feel as if he knew about it for he never did question anything more on it. Not long after that word broke out that Lorcan was the one seeding himself a little money from the organization and with this information made many people believe even more he left high and dry. Still, no one questioned Cal for they all knew of how he felt about Lorcan.
Fast forward to last year, to the day Mason O’Shea died and Calhoun felt as if it was his fault. He felt like a failure in not being able to protect the leader. After his funeral is when Calhoun was called into the leader’s office and the new leader wanted a word with him. Amelia O’Shea asked Calhoun if he would be interested in a HIGHER position within the Clan. Feeling unworthy of such a thing with the guilt of feeling as if he were a failure, Calhoun respectfully declined. ‘I am flattered, Amelia, really but I don’t believe I’m the lad for the job, besides I believe Ireland is callin’ me home so with your permission I’d like to return back there.’ His words exact and by the time night fell Calhoun was already on a plane to Dublin.
Over the last few months Calhoun had changed with Mason’s death hitting him worse than Lorcan’s. He began to almost become your typically drunk Irish though that never did anything to his shot. Cal always had been gifted in guns and became a well known sharpshooter for the O’Shea family.
His darkness though from that guilt only recently has gotten worse with his mother’s sudden death. It was very tragic. One moment Calhoun was having a breakfast with Nimah and his siblings, the next thing he knew was her falling to the ground in front of them. A brain aneurysm is what took her.
Him brooding in his dark hole became short lived when Cal gained a call from the O’Sheas newest leader, Richard and let me tell you, he was shocked as hell with him sitting in the big man’s seat. He didn’t question it and knew Richie boy could handle it. The new leader ended up calling him to ask where his allegiance lies with Amelia leaving -- ah, the rumors were true. It pained the man to hear that and understood in why he asked such a thing. When Amelia came to Ireland, Calhoun escorted her from the airport to the base and spent a lot of time with the oldest O’Shea.
After ending his conversation with Richard, it left Calhoun puzzled but also with this need to help them out in America. Cursing at himself the sharpshooting Irish found himself on the fist plane to Chicago.
Personality;; He may appear to be an asshole which he is completely, more so a smart ass while he claims his little brother is the dumb ass, but Calhoun can be a goofy guy with a dark sense of humor. He is a loyal man and has showed multiple times he would die for the O’Shea family. Cal is also known to be a bit of a gambler and is still a Casanova though he seems to be more into booze now then men or women.
Fun Facts;; He loves american western films, McLintock with John Wayne is one of his all time favorites. Cal has a younger twin sister who he calls the Devil incarnate, but like him is devoted to the O’Shea family. He completely loathes being called Lorcan.
Wanted Connections;; former fwb, enemies, friends, those he’s sponsored, ties from the Ireland sector, anything tbh! If you think he fits it then hmu for it.
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I got asked for a fic/art trade and got to write a story for @tomicron‘s / @cuckmarston‘s great (and very cute) OC Thomas James Watsky.
Never thought I write for an OC, let alone one that’s not my own, but it was fun!
Title: Let’s dance, partner | Word Count: 4135 | Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Javier Escuella x OC | Tags: fluff and smut, there’s a dog OC as well!!!
Summary: Javier planned to rob a stagecoach with Arthur, but when Arthur's unavailable, he ends up bringing Thomas instead, which turns out to be the best decision of his life.
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Javier wanders through the camp for the second time, but can't find the person he's looking for. Reaching the food wagon, he shouts over to Pearson, "Hey! Have you seen Arthur?"
"Rode out with Dutch this morning," Pearson says, throwing some ingredients into the big cattle.
"When are they coming back?"
Pearson gives Javier an amused look. "I'm flattered that you think those gentlemen share their plans with me, but I have no idea."
Javier sighs. "Alright, thank you."
"Anything I can help you with?" Pearson asks.
"Unless you want to rob a stagecoach, then no."
Pearson chuckles. "Definitely asking the wrong man there."
Whistling, Pearson cuts up the meat for the stew, leaving Javier to think about a new plan. Arthur was the right man for the job, but that's not happening. Two men are the bare minimum for a situation like this, and while Javier hates to let the opportunity pass, it would be stupid to do it on his own.
Javier thinks about going fishing to do at least something productive when he sees somebody sitting by the main campfire. Thomas. As always, his dog Hewie is by his side, and it looks like he's trying to teach him some tricks.
At first, Javier thinks about keeping his distance when little birds seem to take flight in his stomach, but Thomas could totally be the man for the job if Javier manages to get past what happened two weeks ago.
From the start, Javier couldn't help but like Thomas. He's quick-witted, funny, and pretty handy with a knife. According to Arthur, he also ripped a guy's throat out with his teeth, which appealed to Javier in a somewhat morbid way. If your back's against the wall, you do what it takes.
So they had some excellent talks, and more often than not, Thomas sat by the campfire when Javier was playing his guitar. They just got along without trying, and then Thomas nearly gave Javier a heart attack.
During a little celebration of a job well done, Thomas looked a little too deep into his bottle, and Javier took it upon himself to help him into his tent to sleep it off. Putting Thomas' arms over his shoulder, Javier steered him to his tent, Hewie on their heels.
Thomas started singing, a little sloppy and out of tune, but it still made Javier smile. Then, a bottle shattered on the floor, and before Javier got a chance to react, Thomas held on to his neckerchief and pulled him around to plant a kiss on his lips.
Javier likes to pretend that he didn't kiss back, above all, because Thomas barely pulled away before throwing up on his own boots. Looking at him now, Javier has to admit that's not true, though. He did kiss Thomas back, and he does like him just a little more than a good friend probably would.
Although Thomas doesn't seem to remember that night at all, Javier still kept his distance afterward, but now he thinks that this can't be a reason to bail out on a friendship and a lucrative job on top of it. After taking a deep breath, Javier walks over to the fire.
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"That's it," Thomas says, feeding Hewie a small piece of meat. "Good boy."
Hewie waves his tail like crazy, and Thomas is about to give him a new command, but then Javier plops down on the other side of the fire. "Hola amigo."
"Ah, salut, mon amis," Thomas quips back, making Javier raise an eyebrow.
"Was that French?"
"Yeah, my mother was French. Did I never mention that?"
"I think I'd remember that," Javier says, sounding amused about the fact that Thomas left out that detail in earlier conversations.
"Well, now you know," Thomas says, shrugging his shoulders. "But don't ask me to say something. Forgot more than I care to admit."
"I didn't come over here for your language skills," Javier says, propping his elbows on his knees and leaning forward as if he's about to tell Thomas a secret.
The way he emphasizes the word "languages" makes Thomas think that Javier did come over for a particular reason. "What kind of skills are you interested in then?"
"I have a stagecoach lined up and need another man. Arthur was supposed to come along, but he's got some other business."
It stings a little that Javier only thought about Thomas as a replacement, but he has to admit that he'd probably pick Arthur as well if he wanted to do a quick and clean job.
"If you want me instead of Arthur, you must be desperate," Thomas says, scratching Hewie behind the ears.
"Come on, don't talk like that," Javier says, sounding offended on Thomas' behalf. "What you don't hit with a bullet, you take down with a knife. I'm all for that."
Thomas shrugs his shoulders again. He knows he's a little shit, but it's fun to have Javier dance for a bit. "Are you sure the two of us can handle it?"
Javier bites his lip, and something sparkles in his eyes. "You want me to beg, is that it?"
"Maybe," Thomas says. He tries his best to stay serious, but with the way Javier looks at him, he can't hide a smile.
"I want you to come," Javier says, spreading out his arms.
Thomas isn't sure if Javier knows how that sounds, and a blush creeps onto his cheeks, so he quickly gets up. "Alright, just let me get my stuff."
He gets to his tent to pack his weapons, putting his knife holster around his thigh. Thomas also grabs his shotgun. It's not exactly made for range, but with his poor eyesight, Thomas has trouble with his aim. With this thing, he has a chance of hitting something when he aims in the general direction of his target.
Hewie barks excitedly when they head over to the horses, making Javier give Thomas a worried look. "I don't think he should come."
"What? Why not?" Thomas asks. He rarely goes anywhere without his loyal companion.
"He already got a bullet hole in his ear, right? I wouldn't want to worry about your little friend while we're out there."
Thomas swallows a lump in his throat. It feels odd to go without Hewie, but Javier's concern makes something in his chest flutter. Most people don't even acknowledge a dog, let alone worry about it.
"He's not used to being alone," Thomas says. "Me neither."
"We get this over with, and tomorrow, we bring him along to a fishing trip. How does that sound?"
It sounds like Thomas wants to grab Javier by the collar and kiss him. The idea even feels familiar, but Thomas can't tell why. He probably dreamt about it. "Sounds good, I guess."
"Great. Let's go then!" Javier rubs his hands together before mounting his horse, and Thomas says his goodbyes to Hewie before getting on his horse.
They ride out next to each other, the horses walking so close on the narrow path that Thomas' leg rubs against Javier's a couple of times. It just occurs to Thomas that he didn't think this through. He's never been entirely alone with Javier before, and with the way he feels about him and Thomas' predisposition for getting into trouble, that's a receipt for disaster.
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It’s been half an hour, and Javier begins to suspect that the information about the stagecoach wasn’t as good as he thought. The only reason why he didn’t think about leaving yet is Thomas. They’re both hiding behind a massive boulder at the side of the road, needing to stay close if they want to keep out of sight. Just like before on the horses, Thomas’ leg is pressing warmly against Javier’s, and that little bit of touch sends a tingling feeling all over Javier’s body. When he’s getting close to having a cramp from all the kneeling, Javier gives up on staying like this.
“I don’t think it’s coming,” he admits with a grunt.
Thomas moves up to look over the top of the boulder. “Maybe it took another route? Isn’t there a bridge over there?”
“The bridge got busted up when someone hit another coach. There’s no way they could have gone through there.”
“They could have fixed it,” Thomas suggests, his voice low as if he’s not sure if he should say something that contradicts Javier.
With a sigh, Javier gets up, holding his hand out to Thomas. “Let’s go check it out. Makes no sense to wait here any longer.”
Thomas grabs Javier’s hand, sending a bolt of lightning through Javier's body, and Javier holds on a little longer than necessary before letting go of Thomas and walking over to their horses. Keeping an eye out for the stagecoach, they head through the trees to get to the bridge, and when they reach it, a wagon is rolling over it, heading for the nearby town.
Javier and Thomas share a look, and Thomas shrugs his shoulders. “What now?”
Usually, Javier would let it go, but he went to great length to get Thomas here, and he doesn’t want to head back to camp with nothing to show for. “Let’s go to town. They might have stopped there. If we find out their route, there might be another spot where we can hit them.”
They ride along the road now, like two ordinary travelers, passing the wagon on their way. The second they enter the town, Javier knows that something is up. The streets are crowded with people, and all the houses are covered with flowers and other decorations. Most of the townspeople head to a wooden construction that looks like a flat porch in front of the town’s church. Music is coming from there, and some couples are moving around, swaying to the music.
Javier waves Thomas along, heading for the local saloon. It’s awfully quiet in there, the usual patrons probably outside celebrating. The bartender welcomes them with open arms and a big smile. “Ah, come in. What can I get you?”
“Do you rent rooms?” Javier asks, thinking that it might be a good idea to blend in.
“Oh yes, of course,” the bartender says, pointing to a small sign on the bar that indicates the prices. “You here for the festival?”
“We’re just passing through,” Javier says, pulling out the money for the room, and sliding it over the bar. “But it seems you have quite the celebration going on.”
The bartender takes the money and hands over a key with an even bigger smile on his face. “It’s our harvest festival. We had a good year, so there’s lots to celebrate. I know it’s quiet here, but later there’ll be drink and dance outside. You couldn’t have come at a better time.”
Javier forces a smile on his face. He has no interest in celebrating with the townspeople, but acting as simple travelers, it’s an excellent opportunity to keep an ear out for that stagecoach. “We’ll definitely take a look,” he says, tapping Thomas’ shoulder, and they head back outside.
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To blend in completely, Thomas and Javier change into the best clothes they have with them. It’s an awkward moment when Javier unlocks the door to their room, realizing for the first time that it’s the two of them, and he didn’t even think about renting two rooms. They turn away from each other while undressing, and Javier tries to think hard about the stagecoach and nothing else.
It’s getting dark when they walk through town, but there are lights everywhere, giving their surroundings a subtle glow. The dance floor stands out to them like a beacon, and they make their way to it, listening in on conversations. So far, they haven’t seen the stagecoach anywhere, but Javier is still convinced that it must be here.
“Haven’t heard anything,” Thomas whispers to Javier when they end up on the same spot after taking a look around on their own.
Javier sighs. “Me neither. Let’s get a drink. Maybe these people just need to warm up a little.”
One drink turns into more drinks, and soon, Javier and Thomas find themselves standing by a group of noisy fellers, one of them the bartender. They talk about rumors about some of the townspeople and other gossip. Finally, one of the men brings up what they’ve been waiting for.
“Wish Sheriff Mills was still here, not that idiot Archer. Letting a coach sit here overnight, no better way to attract all the wrong folk.”
“Ah, pipe down, Georg,” the bartender says. “It’s locked up tight, and nobody knows about it but us. Besides, with all the people around here celebrating, nobody would be stupid enough to try anything.”
The first man who spoke keeps going on about the horrible Sheriff Archer, but there’s no more talk about the stagecoach. Javier takes Thomas by the arm to get him to move, and they walk around the dancefloor.
“There can’t be too many places to hide that coach in a piss poor town like this,” Javier says. “Now, we just have to find it.”
“Split up and look around?” Thomas suggests.
Javier nods. “If anybody thinks you’re snooping around, just act drunk.”
Thomas smiles, holding up his bottle. “Shouldn’t be too hard. This stuff is potent.”
“Then maybe we should leave that here,” Javier says, taking the bottle out of Thomas’ hand and putting it on the ground.
Thomas groans, but he has the good sense not to talk back to Javier. They’re about to leave the dance floor when the music changes and Thomas stops dead in his tracks. Javier almost runs into him, steadying himself by holding on to Thomas’ hips. Thomas swirls around, and Javier squints, sure that he’ll end up with a fist in his face.
Instead, Thomas puts his hands on his shoulders, closing his eyes for a moment before he starts singing quietly. “Je ne suis qu'une femme, je veux le monde entre mes mains…”
Without thinking about what he’s doing, Javier moves with him, his hands still on Thomas’ waist. Thomas keeps singing, but it’s just for Javier, the other dancers too loud and fast to take note of the men who sway at the side of the dance floor. Javier can’t help but think back to two weeks ago, staring into Thomas’ eyes.
“Je déteste la plage, mais je reste debout avec mes orteils dans le sable,” Thomas keeps singing.
Javier has no idea what he’s saying, but he still feels the words deep in his chest, caught by Thomas’ intense gaze. They keep moving in slow circles, the world disappearing around them. Javier’s eyes wander to Thomas’ lips, remembering the kiss. Javier never thought he might act on it, but they’re far away from camp, nobody here to judge or care.
Javier’s hands travel up Thomas’ back, holding on to his shoulders to pull him in for a kiss. Their lips on each other feel just as good as the first time, heat pooling in Javier’s chest. They’re past the point of no return now, and he can hardly pretend that he thinks of Thomas as a good friend.
Thomas lets go of Javier’s shoulder, putting his hand on his neck instead like he never wants to let go again. His fingertips on Javier’s skin send hot sparks down Javier’s body, and Javier licks into Thomas’ mouth, eager to taste more of him as their bodies melt against each other.
Javier only comes back to his senses when the music stops, and he pulls away to turn Thomas around, pushing him by the hips.
“Back to the saloon,” he whispers in Thomas’ ear, and Thomas starts walking without a second of hesitation.
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Thomas has no idea what exactly he did to get Javier to kiss him, but he can't say that he cares very much. Javier has his hands all over him, and the only reason they make it back to the saloon without going at each other is the people on the street. They manage to behave until the door of the room closes behind them, then Javier pushes Thomas back against it, kissing him until he can barely breathe.
They're both panting when they part for a moment, and Javier pries Thomas' vest and shirt open without much care for the buttons, pushing the fabric down in a frenzy. While Thomas does his best to get Javier's jacket open, Javier already moves him over to the bed and throws him down onto it.
Thomas wonders what he's in for when Javier brushes off his own clothes, his eyes never leaving him. Javier ends up completely naked in front of the bed, giving Thomas a good chance to take him all in before Javier crawls onto the bed. He helps Thomas out of his pants, taking his sweet time to study him as well.
Heat is rising in Thomas' just from the way Javier looks at him. Then, Javier runs his hands over Thomas' chest, his fingers trailing the scars there.
"Who did that to you?"
Memories rush through Thomas' mind, but that's not something he wants to think about right now.
"I wasn't always as careful as I should have been," Thomas says. "With men."
"Nobody's going to hurt you like that ever again," Javier says, a promise in his voice that takes Thomas' breath away.
Javier leans in, following the lines of the scars with his lips before he kisses upwards, making his way back to Thomas' lips. He's not rushing anymore; every kiss and touch so careful as if he has to make up for everything that has been done to Thomas' body.
Only when Thomas reaches for his shoulders, does Javier move on, planting soft kisses along Thomas' collarbone. Thomas can't help but squirm under him. His body brushes up against Javier, skin on skin, and Javier growls, his teeth scratching along Thomas' neck. Thomas moans, this part of him way too sensitive for this kind of treatment, but Javier uses the opportunity to torture him a little.
Licking and biting, Javier makes his way back down to Thomas' chest, sucking in the skin until it stings and then licking over it to sooth Thomas again. Thomas knows that this is going to leave a different kind of scars, and he loves the idea of being marked this way by Javier.
That only leaves the question of why Javier is doing this, making Thomas nervous. "I never would've thought that you like me this way," he breathes, the words tumbling out of him.
Javier looks up from his handiwork, his eyebrows knitting together. "Yeah? Then why did you kiss me?"
Thomas huffs. On the dancefloor, it clearly was Javier who kissed him first. With the memory, another one makes its way to the surface, hidden in a dark cloud that slowly fades away.
"Oh no," Thomas says, his eyes growing wide with shock. "I kissed you. Goddamn, I'm so so sorry."
"I didn't mind." Javier shrugs his shoulders, running his fingers playfully over Thomas' skin. "It made me see how much I like you."
Thomas is glad that he's lying down already. Otherwise, he might have fallen over. The thought that this isn't just about fooling around brings a blush to his cheeks.
"I- um, I like you, too," he whispers. "A lot."
Javier runs a hand along Thomas' cheek, studying him intently in the twilight of the room. "Enough to let me have you?"
"Oh God, yes," Thomas says without thinking, and a dark chuckle breaks out of Javier, the vibration of it washing over Thomas' body.
"Give me a second," Javier says before getting up from the bed.
He rummages around in his saddlebag for a moment. When he comes back, he's holding a small bottle, and Thomas remembers his words about not hurting him. The second Javier crawls back onto the bed, Thomas spreads his legs, offering himself to him. A small smile graces Javier's lips.
"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes," Javier says, opening the bottle.
He puts a good amount of the oil on his hand before reaching down to run his fingers in circles around Thomas' rim. Thomas is sure that this is it, but it seems like Javier meant what he said. He takes his sweet time getting Thomas all slick and even bends down to run his tongue over Thomas' cock.
Soon, Thomas is reaching for Javier, fisting his fingers in his hair while he moans and squirms under the ministrations.
"Please, Javier," he begs, more than ready to take him.
Javier goes in position in front of Thomas, aligning himself just right, but he still lets him wait, his hands gliding all over Thomas' heated body. Thomas spreads his legs even further, lifting up his ass to present himself as best as he can. Javier leans over him, a dark sparkle in his eyes.
"You want to be a good boy for me, Thomas?"
The way Javier says his name has Thomas buck his hips. "Yes, please, yes," he moans, reaching for Javier, desperate to have him close.
Javier finally gives in. He pushes into Thomas at a tantalizing pace, having him beg and squirm under him until Javier is fully sheeted inside of Thomas. He leans over then, their naked chests pressed flush against each other. Thomas' cock is trapped between them, enjoying a breathtaking rub whenever Javier moves too much.
With their faces so close, Thomas can do nothing but stare at Javier, still baffled by the fact that this beautiful man wants him. Javier runs his hand along Thomas' face again, watching him as he moves inside of him. Filled up so good, Thomas' mouth falls open, and he moans with every thrust, not caring that the people downstairs might catch on to what they're doing. After all, it feels very much like an honor to be taken by someone like Javier.
They melt against each other then, Javier kissing Thomas in between moans. Soon, they give up on that, too busy with panting and cursing. Javier buries his face against Thomas' neck, teasing him with more little bites that have Thomas claw his fingers into the skin on Javier's back, leaving red marks of his own.
Just like on the dancefloor, they completely forget where they are, too caught up in each other. There are only heat and sweet whispered words in three different languages, praise and begging, their sweat mingling as they try their best to become one.
For the first time, Thomas learns how it feels to have more than just sex. Javier takes him into a land of dreams where there's only pleasure. He's safe and loved and happier than he's ever been before.
"Javier," he cries out when all of it becomes too much to handle, his nails digging so deep into Javier's skin that he might draw blood.
Javier reaches down between them to stroke Thomas' cock while he picks up the pace, pounding into Thomas with short hard thrusts.
"Come for me, sweet boy," Javier whispers.
Thomas feels heat washing over him in a burning wave, and then Javier sinks his teeth into his neck, so far up that no shirt in the world could hide it. Crying out again, Thomas comes undone, holding on to Javier for dear life. He shoots his come on his stomach, his muscles clenching around Javier's cock as Javier pushes as deep as he can. He follows Thomas over the edge right there, cursing in Spanish as he fills Thomas up.
For a moment, they stay like this, holding on to each other. Then, Javier lies down next to Thomas and pulls him in. Thomas snuggles up to Javier, and his heart seems to melt when Javier plants a soft kiss on his forehead. Holding on to each other, they lie there on the bed, watching the ceiling and trying to catch their breath until Thomas turns to Javier, a sudden thought crossing his mind.
“When we rode into town, I saw that barn on the side of the road. There was no dirt or anything, I don’t think any animal ever set foot in there, but the door was closed with a chain.”
Javier turns to him, and a chuckle breaks out of him. “You know, I’m starting to like you more and more,” he says, pulling Thomas in for a kiss.
An hour later, they leave the little town behind, the music of the festival slowly going quiet. Thomas is glad that he agreed to come along with Javier. They follow the road, knees touching once in a while, with a good amount of money in their bags, and a lot more love in their hearts.
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Adventurer: Chapter 1, part 1
Hey all! I’m dusting off this fic because I have an exciting announcement: a sequel is in the works. I’m not quite ready to start posting the sequel because I want it to be *just right* before I do, but until then, I thought I would cross-post Adventurer here on Tumblr. It has already been posted in its entirety on FF.net and AO3.
Before we begin, this story was going to be a one shot and end after chapter 1, but I got such a lovely response that I had to continue. Now it’s 13 big chapters of excitement. Like any fic, there’s plenty I cringe at now, but good authors must move forward. This is a season 4 headcanon. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1
Adrien stretched his shoulders and back gently, then swiftly knocked an arrow. A deep breath in, and a small motion from his fingertips, and the arrow whooshed to its mark with a thump. Bullseye. He fired two more. He hadn’t had extensive archery practice, but he had been athletically talented even before his father’s intense training or his secret life as Chat Noir. He continued emptying his quiver, making more shots than missing, and began feeling more relaxed. As he retrieved his arrows, there was a rustle of activity from the direction of the front door.
“The reservation is under ‘Agreste,’” she was saying firmly.
“Oh, yes, target twelve,” the old clerk replied. As soon as Kagami came around the desk and was in view of Adrien, he waved. She walked quickly and stiffly toward him with a small smile on her face. She carried an ornate case, painted burgundy with white and pink flowers and gold filigree.
“I didn’t think our appointment was until one,” she said tersely.
“Oh, I was a few minutes early and thought I’d set up,” he said. “Do you need some help with your case?”
“No, I can manage just fine.” She opened the case and pulled out one of her bows. She ran her fingers carefully over the length of it, checking for flaws. Apparently, she didn’t find any, because she stepped into it, bent it to her will, strung it, then swung it over her shoulder and behind her back. “Shall I teach you, then?”
“Uh…huh?” Adrien replied, not sure what she was talking about.
“Archery. You said you weren’t an archer. Shall I teach you?” Something about the awkward smile and stiffness of her back made him want to burst out laughing. But she was serious. That’s when the idea struck him.
“Oh, I was under the impression we were just going to hang out and have fun today,” he said, rubbing the base of his neck sheepishly.
“This is fun,” she replied mechanically with the same awkward smile. What was just a thought immediately formed as a fully-fledged plan in Adrien’s mind. He would get her to laugh, if it was the last thing he did.
“Teach away, Sensei,” he joked with a little bow.
She glared. “Don’t call me that. ‘Sensei’ is a term of deepest respect.”
“Oh, sorry,” he backpedaled.
She launched into a history of archery, while demonstrating a few stretches that he copied mindlessly. “No, Adrien, like this,” she kept saying. “You have the physique of an archer, but you are sloppy.”
“Sorry,” he said again. He was losing count on how many times he’d apologized.
Eventually she let him pick up his bow. “Now,” she instructed, “Tall back, straight elbow, eyes open, train your vision and your breath.” She took one of her own long black arrows, knocked it, and let it fly. She was a good shot, there was no doubt to that. If Adrien hadn’t been planning otherwise, they would have been evenly matched. “Your turn,” she said, stepping back to give him space. He reached for an arrow from his quiver and tossed it in the air, letting it spin a few times like a baton before catching it deftly. Kagami gasped. “Adrien! We do not play with the arrows like toys! These are deadly weapons,” she scolded.
“Sorry,” he said yet again, but he couldn’t help but smirk at the aghast look on her face. He put the arrow on the string and held it as obnoxiously as he could with a closed fist. He let the arrow slip away from the bow a few times.
“No, Adrien, like this,” she said, with an edge to her voice, now. She pressed one hand on his shoulder and the other into the small of his back and forced him to stand straight. Then she reached around him and took his right hand in hers on the string, and guided his left with her hand. He could feel her breath on his neck. He turned his head to look at her and waggled his eyebrows.
“Is this better?” he said in a low, flirty voice.
Her eyes were fixed straight ahead. “Eyes forward,” she snapped. This was harder than he’d expected. He let the arrow go, purposefully pushing the string so that the arrow lacked enough power to make it to the target.
“No, no, no!” she stammered, her voice raising in pitch and decibel with every word. “You have no strength, no discipline, no form, and what’s more, you—what is so funny?” she growled, stamping her foot.
“You’re kind of cute when you’re angry,” he said, trying to tame the smirk that had stolen across his face. “It reminds me of someone else I know.”
“Oh yes?” she said, still shrill, but slightly better. “And who might that be?”
“No one,” Adrien responded quickly, “Just an acquaintance.” Perhaps he’d answered too quickly, but she didn’t notice.
“Well, try again.” At her command he picked up an arrow and it soared to the left of the target. “Again.” He shot it into the ground. “Again.” This one went too high. “Again!” He dropped his back elbow and made a little “pew!” sound when he let it go. “AGAIN!” she shouted.
“I dunno, Kagami, I don’t think I’m cut out for archery.”
She glared at him again, pushed him aside, and pulled her own bow into position. “You’re just not—” she let the first arrow go— “trying.” A second flew. “You lack strength.” A third met the target. “You lack discipline.” A fourth bullseye. “You lack focus.” A fifth. “And most of all, you lack heart.” The sixth arrow slammed into the target and emptied her quiver.
“Wow, you’re really fantastic,” Adrien said, realizing that the clumsy-archer tactic was ticking her off more than flattering her. He decided to try a new tactic in the get-Kagami-to-laugh-plan. They walked to the target together to retrieve their arrows. Adrien picked his up off the floor and jumped to get the ones from the net behind the target. “Do you want to go get some ice cream or something?”
“No ice cream until you at least hit the target,” she said firmly. “You will never improve if you quit before you even try.”
He walked back to the other side of the range quietly, took his bow, and grinned wickedly at her. “So, I just have to hit the target and we can go get ice cream?”
“We can go when you’ve gained some degree of focus,” she said with a little nod.
“Thank you, Sensei,” he bowed.
Now she glared in earnest. “I told you not to call me that! Do you have any respect for me or my heritage?”
“Kagami—I’m sorry,” he responded with slumped shoulders.
“No! You aren’t! I’m not sure you are serious about archery at all!” she shouted.
“To be honest, I’m not. I just wanted to spend time with you.”
She looked puzzled. “Isn’t that what we’re doing?”
“Well, yes, but I wanted to have fun. That’s what a date is. It’s having fun together.”
“This is fun,” she said for the second time. He just rolled his eyes and picked up his bow and an arrow, which he fired toward the target. He turned away from it before it even hit.
“There. I hit the target. Now can we go?”
She glared at his bullseye, and then at him. “You weren’t taking this seriously. You were making fun of me.”
“No, Kagami, I was just—”
“You think this is a joke. You think I’m a joke.”
“No—” But it was too late. She turned her back to him, scooped up her case, and marched for the exit. He called after her, chased her to her car, but it was no use. This date was a bust. He looked at his watch. His father wasn’t expecting him home for a few more hours. Apparently he had more faith in his son’s dating abilities than he should. Adrien tried to shoot another arrow or two, but he wasn’t feeling archery any more. He retrieved his arrows, put them away in the locker, and slumped to the exit.
Half a block later, he slipped down a quiet alley and Plagg emerged from his shirt pocket with a burst of laughter. “Oh Adrien! Her face! You just… Oh man! Never in ten million years!! That was almost as good as a piece of camembert!”
“Shut up, Plagg,” Adrien bantered, but he couldn’t withhold his smile. “It didn’t work. I was just trying to make her laugh.”
“Kagami? Laugh? I think the world would self-destruct, even without my Cataclysm!” The tiny cat’s words were supposed to comfort him, but Adrien realized they were true. Kagami wasn’t a laughing sort of girl. She wasn’t someone he could tease, flirt with, or joke with. Mostly to get Plagg to stop laughing, Adrien punched the air and shouted, “Claws out!”
Within a second, he was flying over the rooftops of Paris. He loved this world. This is where he felt alive and free. He didn’t think he was going anywhere in particular, but as he launched over the park, he realized his heart was guiding him to where he knew he would feel happy. He could smell it before he saw it. The cheerful little bakery felt more like home than anywhere else. As he got closer, his cat ears picked up the peal of laughter from the open window below, where, undoubtedly, Marinette was helping her parents create those incredible smells. Yearning desperately for some fun, and with his heart still in control, he knocked on the door.
Tom was flabbergasted to see Chat Noir at his doorstep. “Uh, Chat Noir? Can I… Can I help you?”
Suddenly, the boy behind the mask realized that he’d just knocked on the baker’s door. He blushed. “I’m sorry, Mr. Dupain, I was just in the neighborhood and smelled your delicious goods and was wondering… if maybe… I could just say hello or something…” He really should have thought this through.
But Tom Dupain was an amazing man. His face broke into a massive grin and his eyes lit up just like Marinette’s. “Come in, young man! We’re making macarons!” In three seconds flat, Chat Noir went from standing on the front door step like a lost kitten to dressed in a flowery apron with a whisk and a bowl in his hands. Marinette and Sabine watched Tom bustle over his new pet with slack jaws.
“Chat Noir?” Marinette stammered, “What are you doing here?”
“Uh…”
“Nevermind that, this young man would like a lesson in making macarons, and it’s his lucky day!” Tom boomed with pride.
Sabine interjected, “Now Tom, did he actually tell you he wanted a macaron making lesson?”
Chat Noir just laughed, realizing what he wanted as he spoke it out loud, “Mrs. Cheng, I would love a lesson in making macarons.” Inwardly, he recalled the disastrous date with Kagami, and felt a pang of regret that he was spending this afternoon without her, but he just wanted to be happy again. In the ten seconds he’d spent in this place thus far, he was already far happier than the thirty-minute archery fiasco with Kagami. Sabine smiled and nodded her approval. Marinette was still too stunned to speak.
“Chat—can I call you Chat? Here, start separating these eggs. Sabine, dear, would you get us some more almond flour? Are you ok with almonds? We recently had a disastrous moment when one of our customers ate an almond macaron that was supposed to be coconut…” Tom was talking non-stop. It was just what the doctor ordered.
“So what are you really doing here?” Marinette hissed to Chat, once she’d regained her composure. Tom didn’t notice no one was paying attention to him. Marinette was measuring ingredients and had a bit of flour on her cheek. It was adorable.
“Like I said, I was in the neighborhood,” he laughed. Marinette raised an eyebrow. “Ok, I was just feeling a little low and this place… your family makes me happy.”
“Put your elbow into it!” Tom bellowed. Chat dutifully amped up the speed of his whisking. “So, Chat, what flavor should we make today?”
“Well,” he thought, scratching his chin, “I love passionfruit… I mean, my friend Adrien said Marinette made a passionfruit one once, but he never got to taste it. Maybe we could make some, and I could swing a box by for him when we’re done? I need to talk to him anyway.” Even he had to compliment himself on his smooth coverup. Marinette visibly tensed when he had said the word ‘Adrien.’
“Oh, that sounds lovely,” Sabine sighed. “Marinette’s been trying to get a passionfruit macaron to Adrien for weeks.”
Chat was surprised to see Marinette drop her eyes and blush furiously. “No, we don’t have to do passionfruit,” she stammered, grinding her toe into the floor.
“Young lady, Chat Noir is our guest, and he wants passionfruit, so passionfruit it is!” Tom announced, and Marinette tripped over nothing and the bowl of ingredients went flying. Chat’s miraculous-enhanced reflexes jumped into action and he caught the bowl with one hand and scooped the ingredients mid-air. The room was silent. Chat became hyper aware that everyone was staring at him, a whisk in one hand, a bowl full of rescued ingredients in the other, balancing on his toes, Marinette still grasping at air to hold her up, and everyone blinking—too stunned to move. “Marinette,” Tom whispered, “I think we just found the cure to your clumsiness…” As if rehearsed, the room erupted in to deafening laughter. Marinette’s eyes watered. Tom hugged his ribs. Sabine giggled behind her hand, her cheeks pink. Chat tossed his head back and roared in delight. But deep down, his heart swelled. This was what he had ached for. This was the world he wanted.
“Are you sure you have to go?” Sabine asked as she packed up a third box of passionfruit macarons for Chat. “Would you like us to write a note to anyone to let them know where you were?”
“Yes Ma’am, I mean, no ma’am… I mean, yes I have to go. No, I don’t need a note,” he responded, “and if I stay here any longer, I won’t fit into my cat suit!” He jokingly tugged at his belt/tail waistband.
“Well, thank you for coming, and you know you’re welcome any time,” she chortled.
Chat looked at Marinette, who was genuinely smiling. “Yeah,” she emphasized, “any time.” He smiled back at her. He couldn’t remember having this much fun with someone in a very long time.
Just then the storefront entrance bell dinged and everyone looked up to see Luka Coffaine enter. He and Marinette made quick eye contact, before she blushed and looked away. It wasn’t the same kind of blush that Adrien had seen so frequently. This was different. Her smile faded. Her shoulders dropped. Her eyebrows knit together. Her fists tensed. Luka didn’t smile at Marinette; his face remained passive. “Mr. Dupain,” he said formally, “I’m here for the first delivery.” Tom didn’t notice the interaction between the delivery boy and his daughter, but Chat did.
“Yes, yes, Luka, of course,” Tom blustered, and began gathering boxes of chocolate croissants and delicate lace tarts.
“Mrs. Cheng, I trust you are well? And Ma-Marinette?” he said stiffly, nodding to each one of them. Then, Luka finally made eye contact with Chat Noir. “Chat Noir? What are you doing here?”
Tom looked up abruptly from his busywork, “Oh, Luka, do you know our dear Chat? He’s been here helping in the bakery this afternoon, isn’t that wonderful?”
Luka’s eyes were doing math. They bounced from Chat, to the boxes of passionfruit macarons, to Marinette (whose angry blush had gone an even deeper shade of pink), back to Chat, and back to Marinette. “He-Helping? In the bakery?”
“Yes, why shouldn’t he help out in the bakery? This young man has a fine palate, and has a talent for catching flying ingredients right out of the air!”
“I see,” he said. Finally, Marinette looked up at Luka. Chat was surprised to see her eyes slightly red, as if she were holding back tears. Luka kept his eyes fixed on Marinette, but asked Tom, “and was it an enjoyable afternoon? Full of excitement?”
“Oh yes,” Tom boomed, still oblivious of the cold air between Marinette (who was now shaking her head slowly) and Luka. “Always an adventure with Chat Noir around! He’s a regular riot!”
“I suppose it would be. Well, I’ll get that order out, then,” he said quietly, taking the boxes and sliding out the door.
“Luka!” Marinette called, making a motion for the door.
Sabine gently grabbed her daughter’s hand and shook her head. “Let him go, dear. He still needs some time.” As she let go of Marinette’s hand, Sabine made eye contact with Chat. It was clear that Chat was much more in-tune with Marinette than Tom was. “Sweetheart, why don’t you take Chat up to the balcony so he can head home his favorite way. It’ll draw less attention than if he goes via the front door.”
Marinette, still flushed, took the boxes of passionfruit macarons and walked slowly to the stairs. Chat followed her. “Um, Marinette, what was that with you and Luka?” he whispered.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she tried, but he gave her a blazing look. “Oh, alright. Luka and I are friends. Recently, we tried to be more than that. He really wanted it. I did too. I mean, I do too. I don’t know… I guess I don’t know what I wanted at all. I wanted to love him. But, when we were on a date, well, it was my own fault I know, but I just…”
Chat paused on the stairs and took her arm gently. “Marinette, it’s ok, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
“No, it’s ok, and I love that I have a friend I can talk to about this. Maybe you can tell me, as a guy, you know, what I should do. It’s just that Luka is so… calm. It’s one of the things that first drew me to him. But we were on a date last night, and all he did was sit and play music. It was sweet at first, but after an hour, I asked if we could go and do something new. I didn’t mean to hurt his feelings. I probably shouldn’t have asked for something more exciting. I feel so stupid.” She buried her eyes in her hands.
“You… asked him if he you could do something more exciting?” Chat echoed. She nodded. “And he got angry?”
“Not angry so much; Luka doesn’t get angry. He doesn’t get defensive. He doesn’t get much of any which way. He’s just… calm. He was disappointed and calm.”
“And you wanted something more?”
“Yeah, I suppose, I just thought maybe we could laugh, or go out on a walk, or to an amusement park, or something fun. You know?”
“Yes. I know.” He knew exactly what she meant—about wanting to laugh, to have fun together with someone special.
“I can’t believe I’ve done it again,” she muttered. “I just can’t seem to make it work out with anybody.”
“Again?”
She blushed the smiley-pink this time. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just, I blew it with a different guy recently. Someone I had hoped would be someone. Not that he knew. I just couldn’t get past myself. Has that ever happened to you?”
“Yes,” he admitted. Now it was his turn to blush and look away, rubbing the back of his neck. “But you already know how I feel about Ladybug, and how she feels about me.”
“Feel?” Marinette raised an eyebrow. So, she had noticed his choice of tense as well. He surprised even himself. He had been trying to bury those feelings for the past few weeks. But when he said her name, the pain ripped through him, as hot as lava and as fresh as ever. He hung his head. He wasn’t sure he would ever get over her entirely, no matter how desperately he wanted to. Marinette reached out to him with concern in her eyes, and Chat noticed how blue they were today. She touched his arm gently, but he stepped forward and pulled her to him in a full embrace. They hugged that way for a few seconds, sharing what words alone could never express.
Suddenly, they were ripped from the moment when Marinette’s phone and Chat Noir’s staff beeped simultaneously. They both instinctively checked their updates and saw the news footage of a blue-haired supervillain turning the streets of Paris into an enormous roller coaster. Flaming blue carts scooped people up and trapped them inside, then hopped on the tracks and zoomed off while the blue-haired supervillain smiled smugly. Chat realized with a pang in his stomach that the footage wasn’t from just any street, but the street they were on—just a block away from the Dupain Bakery. Blue eyes met green. They communicated the horror of the situation to each other wordlessly. “Marin—” he began, but she shook her head, and simply said,
“Go.”
#miraculous ladybug#love square#marinette dupain cheng#adrien agreste#action#angst with a happy ending#fluff#ml fic#ml crack
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Take A Bite
This is for Honey-Bee-Holly’s challenge, congrats Doll!
Prompt: “Watch it doll, I just might have ta bite ya.”
Warnings: Smutty,smutty,smut,smut. Very slim plot. All consensual.
Pairings: Alright….I make no apologies. This is MCU/MCU.
A/N: This is a reader insert. Normally I try my hardest to leave the reader’s features vague, but in this you are blue. For all intents and purposes, you have the exact same power as X-Men’s Mystique. Your gender is arguably open for interpretation but heavily leans to you being a female!reader. (The smut is all M/F)
Inspiration: This gif
Shoulders back, head up, blank look, and powerful walk. If you displayed enough confidence nobody ever asked anything in this building.
The pantsuits this chick liked to wear weren’t your favorite, but they were part of the SHIELD getup all the female agents were inclined towards.
You rolled your eyes as you stepped in the elevator. Maybe next time you would pose as someone who could enjoy a little femininity in their outfits.
The elevator came to a stop at the specified floor and you walked out into the SHIELD branch office inside Stark Tower. The receptionist glanced up at you but didn’t stop as you walked back towards Sharon Carter’s office.
You sat down in her chair and flipped her blond hair behind your shoulder. Of course, her computer was of no use. You weren’t a tech genius and didn’t have a clue how to hack it. But one of the great things about organization’s like SHIELD was they were so terrified of being hacked they almost always kept paper copies of the most important documents.
After studying the association, the last few years, you began to suspect Carter was higher ranking than she let on.
When you pulled open the desk drawer you felt around the hitch at the top and took out the key to the file cabinet.
You wondered if Director Fury would discipline her if he knew she stashed a spare key in such an obvious spot.
You spun around in the chair towards the massive file cabinets. It took a second to pop the key in place and voila, they all opened for you.
A smile spread on your face, wishing you had all day to go through every inch of paperwork, but for now you needed to focus. Did they have anything on you? Did they know you existed?
“Knock knock.” The words were accompanied by two taps on the door.
You spun and looked up to see Steve Rogers standing in the doorway.
“Good morning Sharon, you’re here early.” He crossed his arms as he leaned against the doorframe.
“It’s going to be a busy day.” You sat up in the chair. “Can I help you with something Captain?”
You’d surveyed all of them enough to know Steve Rogers was direct and had a packed schedule himself.
“No.” He pushed off the door and walked into the office. “Thought I would check in on you, keep some tabs, see what you’re up to.”
It seemed like his chest was puffed out.
“And what are you up to Sharon? Cleaning out files?” He walked towards your open drawer. “Is it spring cleaning already Sharon?”
You didn’t like how he kept using the name of the person you were pretending to be.
“No sense in maintaining old records.” You smiled and kept your posture perfect, confidence went a long way with everyone. “When I make a big enough pile would you help me carry them to the shredder?”
You stood up and grabbed Steve’s bicep, well aware the two of them had some pseudo-relationship at some point. This was far from your first trip inside SHIELD and these people kept tabs on everything.
“Sharon you flatter me.” He brushed his fingers to yours. “But I want to help you with more than brawn tasks. Why don’t you tell me how you’re pulling the files, Sharon, then I can help you sort Sharon?”
You bit the inside of your mouth and moved your jaw, a tick of your own, not of Sharon Carter’s. The man was making you nervous. Were you on their radar? What were they going to do to you when they found out? You didn’t want to display a crack in your confidence.
“Perfect.” You nodded. “I could really use the help, but I realized I forgot to grab a coffee. I think I’m going to head back to the lobby. Can I bring you back something?”
“Nonsense.” Steve reached over you, as if he were about to give you a hug, the action almost made you topple back into the chair.
“What are you…” Before you could get the question out you heard the click of a receiver.
Steve stood back up again and handed you the phone.
“Why don’t you order some? Have it delivered?” He was inches from your face with a huge grin. “You remember how to do that, don’t you Sharon?”
You were found out. There was no doubt. You were strong but strong enough to take out Captain America? Your best bet was to find a way out of his line of sight.
You tried to back out, but your knees hit the chair and you stumbled again. Steve reached out and grabbed you, supporting you and you steadied yourself.
“Watch it doll, I just might have ta bite ya.” He tiled his head to the side, his face still displaying the mischievous grin.
“Wait…” Your adrenaline started to drop. This wasn’t right. You weren’t found out.
“Who are you?” You blew a puff of air and put your hands on your hips.
“What do you mean?” The person wearing Steve Rogers took a step back, losing the grin. “I’m Captain America of course.”
“Watch it doll? I just might have ta bite ya?” You shook your head. “I’ve interacted with him a few times, he would never talk like that at work.”
“He uses the name doll all the time.” A corner of Steve’s mouth turned up as he leaned back against the desk. “And who are you? Because Sharon Carter would never wear those heels.”
“This outfit is an exact copy of one she wore two months ago.” You knew it was silly to get into this debate and had to keep focused. “Obviously you’re not with SHIELD or you would’ve busted me already, so can I get back to work so I can get out of here?”
“What is it you’re looking for? Maybe I can be of some assistance.” Steve raised his eyebrows and you realized how stupid it was to even think this was the real Captain America. None of the mannerisms were down.
“I work alone.” You tilted your head towards the door. “Either you leave or I will.”
Someone walked by the outside of the office.
“Oh hey, you two are here early.” General Rhodes stopped in the doorway. “Did you go to the gym already?”
“Umm, yes.” Fake Steve nodded.
Whoever this guy was, he was an amateur and you decided to have some fun with him.
“Captain Rogers was telling about the time he saved an entire platoon during the war. It is a fantastic story, the detail he remembers is astounding.” Now it was your turn to give a mischievous grin.
“Oh yeah?” Rhodes walked in.
“It’s a long one though.” You touched Rhodes’ shoulder. “I already heard the first ten minutes and I forgot my coffee. Captain start over for the General, would you? You’re going to laugh so hard when he gets to the part about the kitten.”
“I’ll bite.” Rhodes leaned against Sharon’s desk. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard a story with a war kitten.”
“Oh, um it’s not really that great of a story.” Fake Steve started scratching his head.
You used the opportunity to strut out of the office. Shoulders back, head up and into the elevator.
While intrigued that there was another shifter out there you were more annoyed this morning was a bust. Plus you didn’t get the chance to close the files cabinet and put away the key, mixing that with Rhodes seeing Sharon could end up problematic if he felt like mentioning seeing her this morning.
Odds of that were slim, but the open file cabinet would mean moving the key. It wasn’t like you didn’t know where the master one was, but that was going to be a pain in the ass to get.
You weighed your options while the door to the elevator closed. Sharon hadn’t done you that well today so as you let out a sigh you changed your form to another powerful blond who wouldn’t raise any flags in Stark Tower.
Before the elevator moved a bell dinged at the door opened again. A familiar face stepped on with you. He even had on the signature duster and eye-patch.
“Ms. Potts.” He nodded his head.
“Director Fury.” You smoothed out the dress Pepper was wearing, much prefer this to the pantsuit.
The door shut and you road down in silence for a few floors.
“War kittens?” He folded his arms and looked over at you. “Really?”
“You ruined my morning, figured it was the least I could do.”
“Come now Darling, these people don’t even know you exist. No need to behave so paranoid and search their files.” Fake Fury turned to you. “I, on the other hand, am far too aware of your existence, but I have yet to determine your true identity.”
“Good.” You tried to fight the smile, but it crept forward. “I plan on keeping it that way.”
“Who are you?” Fury wasn’t even trying to sound like him. “Tell me. Please.”
“Someone who is smarter than you.” You let out a little laugh.
The gruff face looked offended.
“Sharon Carter is out of the office today and Pepper Potts is fast asleep from hosting a gala late last night. Nobody is expecting to see them but it wouldn’t raise any questions if they were spotted. Steve Rogers and Director Fury are both in the building, so all you’re doing is attracting attention.” You reached out and cupped fake Fury’s face as his mouth hung open. “There’s an art in impersonation. One you don’t understand.”
The elevator came to a stop on the bottom floor. You walked out, sliding your hand down their cheek in the process. The morning was starting to pick up as the lobby filled. You glanced over your shoulder expecting to see a dumbstruck Fury.
Instead, there was a robust security guard with the same look, his eyes glued to you. You couldn’t help yourself and gave a wink before turning around, putting on Pepper’s sunglasses and strutting out into the busy New York city streets.
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Wearing another’s form was like wearing clothes for you, some were more comfortable than others. When you were alone you preferred your own self. Since your image could transform with outfits you assumed your true form was as close to being naked as it got, but to you, clothing was just an extension of oneself and you did that often enough.
So you stayed naked and blue, sitting cross-legged on your couch channel surfing. It was the stereotypical New York apartment, tiny and expensive, but it was actually yours. That never stopped you from taking vacations as the rich and famous, but here in your loft, you had no problem being yourself.
Besides, if any peeping Tom looked in on you they would probably be more frightened by the blue scales than the nudity.
You wondered if fake Steve/Fury was blue too. If you had met under different circumstances you might have asked, but interfering with your business was no way to introduce themselves. You sighed, giving yourself a mental kick for not closing that file cabinet.
The other shifter said SHIELD knew nothing about you though. You would like to believe the shifter but they were so sloppy. There was zero chance they gathered any real intel with their method. You bit the inside of your cheek, confused how they found you out though.
A knock on the door broke your thoughts. You popped up and in a second your scales flipped to make your appearance mimic the extra on the background of the television show you were watching. She was tall, curvy, dark-skinned with dark brown eyes. The outfit she wore showcased her breasts and that was exactly what you wanted.
“Coming.” Your voice changed to mimic hers as well.
Sometimes when you transformed into a person this beautiful you wondered what you would look like if you were just a person. Of course, you had your preferred form that felt natural, but there was no way to tell if that was really you or not.
You gave up obsessing over that long ago though. You realized you were wearing the heels too and wondered if you were overdoing it for the pizza delivery guy. Then you glanced down and got another look at your breasts. You gave them a squeeze through the gold dress and decided it was worth it.
Plastering a fake smile on your face you flipped the black hair behind your shoulders and pushed your tits out further. This form was hot enough you were going to get that free pizza before you even had to scam the guy.
“Well, you got here quick.” You yanked open the door to see a gun pointed between your eyes.
The form didn’t matter, you grabbed the wrist and twisted it away. The assailant walked into your apartment and tried to smash their other arm down on your shoulder. You stepped out of the way and let them go as you lifted your foot and kicked them in the chest, heel and all.
They slammed into your refrigerator with a clink. You readied yourself in a defensive stance and noticed the sound came from metal hitting metal.
He lunged at you, but you ducked down while the silver arm missed and through his body forward. His brown hair swinging as he turned around and lifted his leg to kick you. There was a black mask across his mouth and smudged liner around his eyes.
Your adrenaline flared when you realized you recognized him from your recon work. It was the Winter Soldier. The worlds deadliest assassin.
The two-second pause cost you as his leg swung down to your ankles, knocking you to the floor with a sweeping motion.
His human hand grabbed your throat and he raised his metal had to punch you, but your reflexes kicked in. You did a kip and found yourself on your feet, then brought your foot down on the back on his neck, slamming him to the ground.
You ran for the door, knowing escape was your only chance, but before you got it cool metal grabbed the back of your neck and pushed you forward, closing the wooden panel and slamming you against it.
His other hand came forward and twisted the lock, keeping you inside your apartment. You wouldn’t give up though. Heel and all you curled your leg up and bent the knee before slamming it back into his gut.
“Ugh.” He tumbled and grabbed his stomach, maybe heels were a good choice after all.
You lifted your leg, ready to slam it down on his neck, but his hand jutted out and grabbed your ankle. He ran forward and pushed your back against the door, effectively making you do a split while standing, one leg on the floor.
All this time you were so nervous about the Avengers figuring out who you were you turned a blind eye to Hydra. No way would you be taken alive by them. You tried to head butt the Winter Soldier, but he veered left.
Your hands were still free and you chopped at his side, knowing the side of your hand could be as powerful as a punch.
“Ouch.” He dropped your leg and put pressure on his side.
Now you had the chance to use your forehead and didn’t hesitate to knock him down. He stumbled and you brought your foot to his neck, pressing him into the fall so he landed flat on his back.
You stood above him with your heel pressed down on his neck, your fists ready for attack.
The man looked up at you with a huge grin and started slow clapping.
“Well done darling.” The assassin pulled his mouth cover down. “You truly are a treasure, but I doubt someone who looks the way you do is interested in a pizza night in. Why don’t you show me who you really are?”
Your chest was huffing in and out. It had been years since you had a fight like this and your endorphins were through the roof. Besides, you had some questions for the other shapeshifter.
“Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” You pressed your heel down harder on his neck.
“I’m impressed you manage to keep your panties on as part of your change.” The fake Winter Soldier tilted his head to look up your gold dress.
He was no longer a threat, so you lifted your foot off of him and rolled your eyes as you stood straight.
“Of course, if you’re wearing gold maybe you prefer the company of royalty.” King T’Challa popped up from the floor.
He walked towards you and you fell back against the door, cursing yourself for not watching the transformation.
“Would you like to kneel for your king?” The Black Panther leaned forward and put his arms on either side of his head as he looked over you.
The man was beautiful, and his lips were centimeters from your face. It was your fault you missed his transformation and were intrigued, so you let your image change.
“I prefer brains and beauty over status and fancy suits.” Your image flipped to the petite Wakandan whose brains barely fit inside her small statute.
“Wow.” T’Challa moved his face back. “I’m not sure how I feel about a brother-sister combo.”
You tilted your head to the side and smiled up in your Shuri imitation.
“Well, what did you have in mind? Outside of breaking into my apartment and attacking me after ruining my workday?” You over exaggerated your blinking.
In the midst of trying to be cute his form switched and you pressed your head against the door, shocked you missed the change again. He was much faster than you.
“Maybe the two smartest people in the universe belong together.” Pale eyes looked straight at you since he shrunk with the latest change. “Think of the scientific discoveries.”
Bruce Banner was never one that you paid too much attention to, but being this close to him, whether it was real or not, made you pause to study. The face was perfect.
The imposter used your lapse of judgment to lean forward and press his lips to yours. When was the last time anyone kissed you? Images of being on your own personal missions and using intimate exchanges to gather knowledge excluded. Someone was actually kissing you.
You opened your mouth and invited his tongue to play with yours. The way he moved into you felt better than expected and you brought your hands around his neck and pulled him in closer while you brought your leg around his waist.
His leg came behind you and knocked out one of your knees, causing you to slide down, but his hand was on your back and he lowered you to the floor without making your head smack. There was no way that was possible given the properties of physics.
The idea jarred you to reality. This wasn’t someone kissing you. This was Bruce Banner kissing Shuri. If he was capable of bending the laws of time and space, he was more powerful than you. You were intrigued, and wanted to keep this going.
Your skin flipped again. Now you were much taller, your hair had a grey streak and you made sure your outfit choice came with the signature cloak.
The change made your partner pull away, but still Dr. Banner looked down at you.
“Are you a wizard?” You expected him to stop the romantic entanglement now that you were male.
Instead, Bruce’s smile grew as he pushed back your fluffy hair.
“The way you change is beautiful.” His lips went back to yours.
Even in Dr. Strange’s body you found excitement in his touch and let his tongue slide into your mouth.
Wearing the suit of a man was too heavy for you. Their extra parts always felt awkward, so your skin flipped again. This time you let your cheeks turn Scarlett.
Fake Bruce pulled away just in time to watch you switch.
“I’m not a wizard or a witch either.” Bruce placed a light kiss on your lips. When he pulled away your eyes widened. Now Hawkeye was above you. “And as much fun as this is, I want to see the real you.”
His change was too quick. He wasn’t like you. Wizard or witch this was coming to another place. Before you could think of a way to respond his lips were back on yours. This time your interest was too peaked and you rolled over with no resistance.
You sat up to see Clint Barton underneath you still. You tilted your head to the side and examined him, looking for anything out of the normal.
Anytime you took a break it was used against you and Clint’s hands were on Wanda’s shirt. You rose your arms as he lifted the fabric from your body. The Scarlet Witch did have fantastic breasts and you had no problem showing them off.
Instead of it being a show fake Clint ran his hands up them and they had real feeling. You tilted your head back as one of his arms went behind you and pulled you forward, bringing his nipple into your mouth.
Had anyone touched you in this way ever? Did it matter it wasn’t you?
“As beautiful as you are right now, I’m certain the real you is even more charming.” Hawkeye sat up and flipped you over so he was on top of his back. “Put me out of my misery. Show me.”
“I’m nobody.” You were at such odds with your identity it was almost a real answer.
His eyes danced over you before he moved down and started kissing your neck. You moved your head to give him easier access and wished you hadn’t bothered to transform into anyone wearing clothing.
You tried to thrust your hips against his, but he pulled away. Now the face of Sam Wilson looked down at you.
“Why be someone when you can be everyone?” He grinned at you with the million-dollar smile only Falcon had.
“You’re not playing fair.” You grabbed the bottom of Sam’s shirt and yanked it over his head.
The moment gave you the opportunity to change figures again. This time while his shirt shielded his face.
“Agent Hill.” Sam bit a lip and glanced down your body. “I’m glad you kept the shirt off, but still not the real you.”
His hand went to your stomach and snaked down until it got to the top of your pants. He gripped the waistband and pulled, sending the buttons flying and breaking the zipper in the process. Your hips picked up from the floor with the movement and he slipped them off.
“Regardless of the form, you feel, don’t you?” Falcon ran his hand up one of your bare legs. “This is real, not an illusion?”
His hands got to the top of your thigh and you let out a gasp when his fingers kept moving. It had been so long since anyone touched you like this.
“Even though I’m touching Maria, it is still you who gets the pleasure?” Sam ran his finger up your slit.
You moaned, not needing the foreplay.
“I’d like to meet the person I’m actually touching though.” He pushed his hand back down and a finger circled your entrance. “Figure out what they really like.”
“What about you?” You shot up from the floor and put your hand on his shoulder. Rolling so that he was on his back and you were straddling him. “Are you real? Or is this just you messing with my mind?”
“Oh, I’m real.” A dark haired blue eyed man looked up at you. “They say ladies always go for a guy who can make them laugh.”
“Thanks for keeping the shirt off.” You dropped your hands to his waist and started to undo the pants. “I hear Scott Lang likes to play with ants.”
You pushed yourself up and yanked down his pants as your image flipped again. This time you grinned down at him now in the form of Aunt May.
“Oh, you are cheeky.” Scott looked up at you with a huge smile. “And as much as I love an older woman and this fantastic body, I’m willing to bet yours is even better.”
Scott’s hands went to your hips and he pulled you down on top of him. You reached behind yourself and fisted his cock. Playing this little game was making you extra horny, regardless of form. It appeared he was enjoying himself as well since he was rock hard.
“Tell me, when you change shapes will the size change as well.” You squeezed his dick and licked your lips at the same time.
“That piece of anatomy is all mine.” Steve Rogers was now the one you were straddling.
He pushed you back a little and pulled his cock forward so that you were right above him.
“Maybe we could give these two the love story they never got.” As you lowered yourself onto him you image flipped into Peggy Carter.
“Ahhh,” you both moaned at the same time as he pushed inside of you and you lowered yourself down at the same time.
Steve kept his hands on your hips, but he didn’t take the lead as you started to ride him, rocking and rolling your hips.
“I think Cap is a little too gentle for a girl like you.” An arm wrapped around your waist as Tony Stark sat up, pulling your chest against his. “I’m willing to be you like it when someone else takes control.”
Tony started flexing underneath you, using his hand to pull your body back and forth at a fast rate.
You draped your hands over his shoulder as your clit brushed against him with each movement, the position giving you the ability to grind down on him.
“Maybe you deserve someone whose out of this world.” You skin flipped again and this time you pushed Gamora’s forehead against Tony’s.
“I’m not familiar with this one.” Tony looked surprised, but he didn’t stop moving rocking you up and down while you ground on top of him.
The pressure was starting to build and you let out a moan.
“Then let’s stick to everyone’s favorite.” Again your skin flipped and the bright red curls were in front of your face.
Tony buried his head in Nat’s chest and started licking your nipples. It made you pick up the pace as your mouth hung open, the need in your belly growing stronger.
Woosh! You weren’t sure how he did it, but you found yourself on your back with him buried deep inside of you.
“I see everything, but I can’t see you.” Vision’s maroon skin was too tempting and you let out a gasp as you pulled him down for a kiss.
Vision kept slamming into you and your orgasm was coming. You tried your hardest to roll your body with his, chasing after the need while you moaned and panted.
The movement was enough and the coil in your belly sprung free. You cried out and through your head back. The pleasure making you lose any sense of focus. You couldn’t hold onto the image of the black widow and your skin fluttered away.
Your partner grunted and gave a final deep thrust. You felt his cock convulse as your eyes rolled back into your head. He collapsed on top of you and it took a moment to form any coherent thought.
“Beautiful.” The weight above you moved. “The most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”
Your eyes opened and you looked down at your blue skin. It was too late to try and hide, but you didn’t know whether to believe what was in front of you.
“And you?” If this were his true form it made sense.
“In the flesh.” The demigod pulled his cock out of you making a reminder of pleasure shoot to your core. “Oh, we are going to have such fun together love.”
You didn’t know how to respond, especially when his fingers started tracing your curves.
“I’ve changed my mind.” Loki leaned over and looked you in the eyes. “ Why should you be anyone when you can be you?”
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Away From Here (Jaydick Fic for Fictober)
Prompt number: 2. “Just follow me, I know the area.”
Fandom : DCU
Rating: General Audience
Warnings/Tags: Major Character Death/ Non-canon compliant.
Summary : Jason dreamed that he became a killer. A man wearing a Red Helmet with guns on his hands and bodies on his feet. He waited a moment to wake up. What came instead is an 8-year-old Dick Grayson in his Robin uniform. “What do you want? Why are you showing me this dream.” “I told you, this is your future, and I’m here to save you from it. I’ll take you to a place safe from your future.”
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In his hands are smoking guns. Around him are the walls of abandoned skyscrapers he had known as his home. On his feet, is a puddle of blood flooding from the man filled with holes that lay limp in front of him. That person is not the only one bleeding, there are a lot more around him, by the roof. Some with heads snapped way to the back, holes on their face, and the only one here that could’ve done it is Jason himself.
He lets go of the guns from his trembling hands. He knows this place like the back of his hand, but suddenly, he has nowhere to run. His feet won't let him get away.
When he finally gains his senses, his instinct brings him home. The manor never felt like home, but Dick made it feel like it does.
The world feels uncanny and off-putting. Reality doesn’t feel solid, but Jason disregards it. He just wants to go home to the people that take him in.
When he does, he finds Alfred the butler that’s been the most present, looking at him with distaste then looks away. Jason felt a sharp pain in his heart, accompanied by sizzling anger, but what he wanted the most is an explanation. He doesn’t get that as his feet bring him down the hall against his will.
The hallways lead to the library where he often spends his days, then he turns the grandfather clock to open the path to the Batcave. There, Batman, even with his mask off, there’s no Bruce in that cave, only Batman. Even so, his adopted father always cares for him. Despite being his soldier, Jason is still his son. Batman looks at him, he doesn’t even look away, his furious furrowed eyes pierce through him like he had committed the greatest sin.
“I know what you did,” his adopted father growled.
On the multiple screens of the Batcomputer are someone in body armor, cargo pants, and a leather jacket. On his chest is a bat symbol painted in red. It’s a costume he has never seen before and his face is covered with a red helmet, but Jason knows that person is him. Clips of him murdering people with guns he promised he’ll never touch, snapping people’s necks, stomping them to the ground played again and again. Jason would never do that, but the feeling in his gut forced him to believe otherwise.
Again, without his permission, his body starts to move. His feet walk down the familiar hallways and sets of stairs until he finally faces Dick’s room. He knocks before he lets himself in. Dick in a tight brand-new Nightwing suit he has never seen before. Slick body-con black suit, enforced but not disrupting his beautiful form and the stark bright blue bat symbol on his chest and strips down his arms. A complete upgrade from the flashy discowing suit.
One thing that doesn’t change, is the throb in his heart whenever he sees Dick. Even when the one that’s been showing him compassion since he was adopted, is looking at him as the lowest scum of the earth.
His domino mask on hand, showing the hatred in his bright saturated blues.
“You’re a monster,” Dick spat, the coldness of his voice froze Jason on the spot.
“We should’ve let you die on the streets,” Dick approaches, and suddenly Jason feels small despite the line of his eyesight in this body is above Dick. “If I had known you’d betray me, I wouldn’t have taken you in.”
Jason screams but his mouth doesn’t move. In his forced silence in this weird world, he has no control in where he is or what he has done to deserve being abandoned again.
He tried so hard to be the soldier Batman needs, to be considerate for Alfred, and live up to Dick’s legacy as taking the Robin mantle. Did he fail again?
It wasn’t him that kill all those people. The gun was in his hand when he wakes up but Jason didn’t pull the trigger.
This must be a dream, he refuses it to be anything but.
As he thought so, he’s taken to another building with a blink of an eye. The first thing he noticed first is his bloody fist, and when the world becomes clear, he sees another body on his feet. It’s the only body laying on the floor, not one of those goons in black.
For the horrible sickening feeling of disgust at the back of his throat, his heart is oddly calm when he sees himself there. A bloody Robin that’s been beaten to death. The swollen face and busted lips bring back bad memories. He kneels down with his grown-up body, again without his consent, and takes off Robin’s domino mask. It’s not him.
His heart pounds a million beats per minute, and when he finally regains control of his body, the shock drops his body to the floor
“No,” he whispered his first word ever since entering this dream. Eyes gawking, horrified at the child in front of him.
“This isn’t a dream,” Whispered a voice he recognized. Another child appeared beside him, wearing the first Robin uniform with those scaly green boyshorts.
Little 8-year-old Dick Grayson kneels beside him with his little palms on Jason’s shoulder that looks even bigger now. How did he get so big? And how did Dick get so small? Guess, in a dream, everything is possible.
“But it isn’t Jay,” Says the first Robin, putting his gloved hands on each of Jason’s cheek, cradling his face gentler than one would a baby. Despite the bizarre things presented in front of him, he feels calm at Dick’s presence.
“Then what is this?” Jason decides to play along.
“This is your future,” Dick waves his hand behind him and in front of Jason, formed a mirror.
He looked at himself, and he looked like him from the clips on Batcomputer, but now he’s wearing a Robin costume, different from the one used by the boy that he presumed dead. His face grows large, more square and elongated than the last time he sees himself. He looks old, an adult. Like a mad man with the blood all over his face. Like his mother, with the bruises all over his face.
“His name is Tim, Tim Drake. In the near future, you’ll be replaced by him.” Dick lay his face on top of his head and his hand on the side of his face.
Both of them are looking at the mirror. The far difference of age in their look doesn’t feel real.
Then he looks away from the mirror, to where the boy named Tim still lay with lifeless eyes opened and staring at Jason.
“No, they wouldn’t do that to me, they wouldn’t abandon me, and you told me you won’t ever hate me, you told me that’s impossible,” Jason croaked to the little Robin beside him.
“Oh, sweet boy,” Dick tips his jaw with those little fingers, now that he thinks about it, it’s damning how little he was when he became a soldier. “I’m not Dick, your mind sees me as him because you trust him.”
“What do you want? Why are you showing me this dream.”
“I told you, this is your future, and I’m here to save you from it. I’ll take you to a place safe from your future.”
“A safe place? Where?”
“Somewhere far away, where you’ll always be young, where you’ll always be happy. To a land far away from this.” His voice soft and kind as he can be, so flattering as his voice have emotion too mature for his age.
“No... there’s no such place, you’re just an imagination. I’ll wake up soon, and I’ll forget you.”
“I am as real as you, and you’ll never forget me, I promise you.” It hurts how earnest Dick’s cute little face begged in agony, “Please, I’m trying to save you.”
“I don’t need saving!” Jason roared, and only now he hears himself with such a deep voice like Bruce’s. He shoves Dick away and stands up on his feet, towering above the dead Robin and Dick, “I’m Robin!”
“And Tim Drake knew that,” Dick adds eerily calm. “Find him, and you’ll know what I say is the truth,” Dick approaches with solemn eyes and a grimly pursed lips. “Call for me when you changed your mind, I’ll come to save you.”
“But, I don’t know who you are.”
Dick jumps up and loops his arms around Jason’s neck. The first affection he received in this odd dream.
Then Jason wakes up in his bed.
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He couldn’t tell his dreams to anyone, not even to Dick who senses that Jason is holding back something. The cursed dream where little Robin appeared sticks in his head for the whole year. One day he just breaks and looks for this Tim Drake.
He doesn’t need to look up to Tim Drake, everyone in the city knew the multi-millionaire Drake family and their darling young and only son. He doesn’t even need to come to his house, because the kid appeared in between dark alleyways when Jason was patrolling.
He lands right behind Tim who jolts rigidly as his wide blue eyes twinkle.
“Robin! I-I-I-I-I was just...” he looks down to his camera and holds it tightly.
Of course Jason is angry. Why would Tim Drake go out in the night with cameras out if not for the intention to jeopardize their identity? But seeing his batman backpack, and Robin shoes says that his intention is otherwise. That and how small and so young Tim is, he couldn’t be older than 9. He wondered when –if his dream is real– that Tim replaced him.
No, no way. It’s just a dream. A stupid dream.
“You know who I am, don’t you Tim Drake?”
The child clutches his camera closer to his chest, looking down at his red, yellow and green shoes.
“I do,” He admits.
For now, Jason just smiled, “A little genius aren’t you?” He put his hands on top of Tim’s rubbing gently and messing up Tim’s hair. “Don’t go out too often alright? It’s dangerous out here. Promise me.”
“O-Okay, I’ll go out less,” Tim says with a cute furious blush.
Just to coax Tim more, Jason takes a selfie with Tim and promised to visit him in his room if Tim goes out less. The kid is cute, almost pure, it’s hard to imagine someone like Tim to be a Robin. That just adds another proof that it’s just a dream.
With a big smile and enthusiastic wave, they parted ways.
Jason goes back to Dick’s place that night. Wearing Dick’s hoodie that’s too big for him and training pants that need to be rolled 4 times to not make him stumble.
“You’re gonna tell me what’s this about?” Dick puts down a cup of chamomile tea on the coffee table in front of Jason.
“You’re not gonna believe me,” he turned himself into a ball and shrinks even deeper to the plump sofa.
Dick put his own tea on the table and scoots closer to Jason, “Oh c’mon, I’ve been in space and see the most fucked up shit, try me.”
Jason reasonably hesitated, but Dick’s twinkly eyes and cat-like smile is working too well on him. With a defeated sigh, Jason scoots closer and lands his head on Dick’s shoulder.
“I had a bad dream, it was a year ago but I keep remembering it. Now I confirmed that some pieces of the dream are true.”
“Oh... bad dreams huh,” Dick deflated, putting an arm around Jason’s curled shoulders, “yeah I got them too... Sucks that you already got it.”
“It came with the job huh?”
“Sadly it is, it’s not the safest job. You can still tap out if you want, just be a kid and go to school.”
Jason actually liked the idea, and maybe he’ll avoid the future that comes near him... no way, that was a dream. Maybe Tim’s name in his dream is just a coincidence. A thing of Deja Vu. There’s no way that nightmare is his future. He won’t become that person he looked in the mirror. That’s not him, he won’t beat Tim up, he won't kill people, he won’t betray Dick.
“No, I like kicking ass.”
Dick chuckled, “Okay, just know that the option is there. What did you dream about anyway?”
“Nothing, I think it’s just a Deja Vu thing.”
Jason stayed the night, sleeping with Dick in his cramped single bed.
It’s not the first time Jason slept over at Dick’s but he can never get used to sleeping next to him. His body gets sensitive and over-conscious of the one next to him. At 3 am, he’s still wide awake. Whenever he does, he sits up on the side of the bed and just marvels at Dick’s sleeping face.
It’s like looking at snow white sleeping in a casket of glass, beautiful and out of reach. Even though he’s touching him, there’s an invisible glass that divides them. Dick sleeps deeply and always a tornado of a sleeper, but Jason never complained, because he’ll always get tangled between Dick’s limbs. It helps that Dick is a heavy sleeper and he won’t wake up when Jason snuggles close and steal a big hug.
Dick is in a fetal position, back curling towards where Jason sits. He dared himself to comb back the soft strands of hair from Dick’s beautiful face, sighing dreamily at the sight.
Dick doesn’t hate him, they promised they’ll be there for each other, and Jason meant to carry that promise for the rest of his life. He won't let him down, and he won't let his dream become a reality.
One day, when he’s older, when he can stand up on his own two feet, when he became an adult of a sort, he’ll tell Dick all the things he wanted to say.
Jason cradled the back of Dick’s head and dared himself to kiss the corner of his eyes. He slipped in between Dick’s arms and tuck his head under Dick’s jaw, his own arms wrapped around his built torso. He’s still not sleepy from this closeness, his heart in joyfully dancing. Jason lets it frolic, and enjoy the night awake in Dick’s arms.
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His mother died. His real mother.
What’s left in this musty dim warehouse is him with hands tied tightly on his back and a ticking time bomb sets on top of stacked boxes across the room. He tried the door, but it’s locked from the outside. There are hundreds of ideas in his head on how he escape this situation, but he saw the time on the bomb. Three seconds left, and he just slumped to the floor with the door on his back and close his eyes. Awaiting the explosion to take him.
At least this way, the far future he was shown is wrong. He’ll never be that monster.
“Jason,” Calls a voice of the dream.
Jason cracks his eyes open and sees Dick, grown-up this time with the slick black Nightwing suit with blue streaks on his arms and legs and chest. As much as he wants this to be a reality, it’s not. The clock stops at 00:01. Not only the clock, if he squints, the dust in the air had paused too.
Dick takes off his blue domino mask, looking down from where he’s standing with inhumane crystal blue eyes.
“Come with me Jason,” Dick persuades as he descends to his knees. His striped blue fingers crawl to the knot on Jason’s wrist. With simple touches, Jason’s hands are free.
Dick put his hand on top of Jason’s, now both of them are sitting on the grimy warehouse floor. His eyes won’t let him go, and Jason can’t look away.
“You’re... you’re going to kill me aren’t you?” Jason whispered, the morbid question somehow doesn’t scare him.
“I would never, I just wanted to protect you from your future.”
Jason remembered his dream again, and he started to hate himself, “Or were you trying to protect them from who I’ll become?”
“No, never,” Dick growled, he doesn’t look angry, but his firm voice weighs tons of tension. “There’s a lot of pain in your future, I want to protect you from it.”
Jason looks at the bomb, “But... I’m going to die, there’s no way I’ll grow up.”
Dick shook his head, “Six months after you die, you will be revived, awaken a different man filled with vengeance.”
“Why... why would I want vengeance?”
Dick looks at him solemnly, and looks at the bomb, “You’ll die here,” he says grimly. “Even so, Bruce didn’t avenge you, he let the Joker run free, and then, he’ll replace you with Tim.”
And that’s when Jason wavers. He wants to believe that none of it is real. However, he’s not afraid of the doppelganger in front of him. He might not be Dick, but, Jason clung to him as if he is.
“I don’t want to die,” Jason croaks.
Dick... the fake Dick smiled, “I’m not here to kill you, I’m just taking you away.”
“Where?”
Dick stood up and extend his hand, “Come, I’ll show you.”
It’s not that there’s no sliver of mistrust, but when Jason sees him, he remembers his dream as clearly as it just happened yesterday. His bloody fist, their distasteful faces. It makes his blood runs cold, like a dread burning on his throat, choking the life out of him when he sees what the future foresees him to become.
He takes Dick’s hand, “I’m not coming with you.”
The fake Dick doesn’t express any anomaly, but he paused, “Why?”
“Whatever I’ll do wrong, I’ll say I’m sorry. Wherever you’re taking me, I don’t want to be in a world where there’s no him.”
“What if they’ll never forgive you?”
The possibility drops a ton of weight on his heart. Even so, he eyes this being in front of him, dead on the soul. Even though he’s not sure if his imagination is truly alive and sentient, he can see a person behind those eyes.
“Even you don’t know about that,” Jason answered.
With a stoic face, Dick wraps him in a hug, “As you wish my child.”
Jason closed his eyes, and the light burns behind his eyelids. He only heard the explosion for a split second, and he didn’t even feel pain when he passes.
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Jason returned from the grave without a soul. The pit heals him wrong, and a few pieces of memory are lost with his sanity.
It all came back when his rage is at his peak and he goes head to head with Tim, his replacement.
Among the hits they landed on each other’s faces, one breaks the cage that keeps his memory suppressed
In a blink of an eye, a memory worth years pours into his conscious. In that one second of distraction, the new Robin’s incoming bo staff heading towards his head slowly. The bo arched by the sheer speed and strength that his replacement –that little Tim he met then– is putting.
It’s coming closer slowly, and Jason can dodge that easily. He doesn’t though.
Fighting with an intent to kill made this teenager opponent do the same. The hit on his head rings loudly and the tump of the metal bo against his skull made a loud and silencing thud. The hit threw him sideways just by the pillar, and he fell to the awaiting 20-meter drop.
A drop that never came.
In the next blink, Jason is already on the ground in the arms Dick in his BPD uniform. He saw him in this uniform A few months ago when he researched him. The job suits him. Though he knows this Dick isn’t real. Through the years of research, he knows who this person is now.
“I’m not a child anymore, you couldn’t save me,” Jason groaned. His head and body limp when Tim hits the balance and motoric function out of him. His vision grows sharp, and now he can see the new Robin jumping off the pillar with a retracting gun shooting forward, trying to catch Jason in mid-air.
The entity smiles and emits white light. It blinds him for a few seconds, but when it finally cleared, a beautiful woman with pale skin and white hair covered in veil takes over Dick’s form.
“Where did you take them?” Jason asked about the children.
“A better place than their future,” the woman’s voice sounds light and compassionate, it warms him wholly, almost having a lethargic effect on Jason.
“But you don’t know one’s future... just now, it’s supposed to be Tim in this floor bleeding, but it’s me this time. I can... I can change my future.”
The shining woman express no emotions, but the way she caresses Jason’s face says the opposite.
“I’m sorry my child, I failed to protect you.” She pressed her forehead on top of Jason’s, veiling him in her veil as well.
“I don’t... need protecting... I don’t need saving.”
“I’m not here to save you, I’m here to see you off.”
“What?”
“You’ve died before you hit the ground.”
“No... how do I... It’s just a hit in the head.”
“Too strong to a place it shouldn’t have.”
Jason stares blankly to the woman’s pale blue eyes. Her lips –that are almost as white as her skin– curled slightly downwards. For that moment in her arms, Jason can’t feel angry or regretful. He planned so many things ahead, his revenge, the Joker, his father, he wanted answers from his father. Even though he couldn’t get them now, all he feels now is relieve. The future he remembered had haunted him, and now he’s going to be freed from it.
Only one face that stops him though. The nights he spent with Dick, his sleeping face as Jason quietly stares.
A tear fall to his side as he looks up to where Tim is still falling slowly.
“Shall we go now, Jason?” she softly thread her voice.
“Can I... can I have a few seconds? Please, I need to say something to Tim,” Jason’s voice level and serene.
“Yes you may, it’s the last thing I could do to atone my failure,” her glowing hands gently pressed on top of Jason’s chest.
When Jason blinks again, his head is on the floor and Tim is checking his pulse with shaking hands. As Jason takes off his mask, Tim jolts, but relieved.
“Oh... oh thank god you’re alive, I didn’t mean to... you’re supposed to dodge and I would’ve-”
“Tim listen, I don’t have much time,” Jason blinks a couple of times, and he can see clearly the destruction they’ve created. The third Robin takes off his mask too, and his blue eyes are on the brink of tears. For a moment, Jason can see the tiny baby Tim, just being a fan, now basked in blood and bruises.
“This isn’t your fault... I’m sorry.”
“Wha- that... did I hit your head too hard?” Tim chuckled, though the morbid fear still clear on his face.
“Yeah, you’re a good fighter kid, you fit Robin just fine,” Jason lightly punches Tim on the shoulder. “You always have gut since you were a kid, you’re gonna make a great Robin.”
“You... you remembered me.”
“Of course I do,” Jason sees her behind Tim and smiled. “Tell Dick that I...” the words stuck behind his throat, weighed down by his heavy heart.
Oh, he can’t meet Dick anymore. He’ll never see him again.
His mind travels back when he was still a small tween. Making excuses to sleepover at Dick’s, slipping a hug when he’s asleep. The nights he spent watching him close, too high-strung to sleep just because they’re touching each other. The days when Dick’s offline is agony, and he remembers counting days until his 17th birthday to finally able to approach him.
He promised himself that he’ll tell Dick what he felt when he grows up, it seems that the only one he disappoints is himself.
“You can tell him himself,” Tim breathed, “Stop making that face, why are you saying these things?” his relieve turns into fear.
A hand landed on top of Tim’s and when he looks up, Jason knows Tim can see her too.
“You...” Tim breathed, eyes wide and lips hang in disbelieve, “I thought you were just a myth.”
She smiled as her slender glowing fingers caress along Tim’s jaw, “There’s going to be a lot of hardship in front of you, but your soul is pure and your future is bright, you’re going to be just fine.”
Jason is clutching her hands, and he sees body on the floor, no longer breathing. His line of eyesight is shorter, and the woman seems a lot taller, just like how he used to look up to Dick when he was little.
Tim jumped into a fighting stance, wary of the glowing being and him.
The being looks down towards him and smile, a sign. As she walks, Jason feels calm when he’s pulled to where she’s heading.
“You can’t take him!” Tim shrieked but they didn’t stop. “Jason! You haven’t told me what to tell Dick yet.”
Jason stops, so does her. There’s a heavy lump in his soul, and she looks at him, smiling and nodding in comprehension.
“It’s okay Tim, I’ll tell him myself.” He looks back, passing Tim a bright smile, “Don’t forget what I told you!”
Then Jason disappears.
+++
Chills run down his spine as the wind blows. He shouldn’t be able to feel those wind through his secure Nightwing suit.
He looks back to where the wind that brushed against his soul. The feeling in his heart makes him look up to the dark starless sky and found nothing. In that rooftop where he stood and searched for trouble, he spun around to where this feeling comes from.
At last, a boy materialized at the corner of the roof. He couldn’t believe his eyes. For a moment he thought he was under an influence, but there’s this serenity deep in his soul that called to the boy as someone dear.
Without his domino mask, the second Robin –Jason– is smiling with that toothy smile. A pinch twinged his heart, seeing Jason so small and in his old Robin suit. Boyish and innocent, his brother. For a solid second, he thought he was dreaming. But the reality is still intact and there’s his Jason, running towards him.
Dick catches him in mid-air, hugging him tightly. The warmth pressed against him, the small pair of arms that loops around his shoulder are squeezing tears from his eyes. The feeling of this contact hits too deep inside his broken heart. Too familiar to the days when he takes Jason in, when Dick has an adoring brother, before Jason died.
“How?” Dick croaks into Jason’s tiny shoulder. Detaching his arms from Jason’s back, the boy landed on the ground below, looking up with bright blue eyes filled with admiration and love, like he always does.
Jason tiptoed up to comb his bangs to the back of his ear, just like the nights he did when he thought Dick was asleep. Jason seems speechless as if overwhelmed, and his eyes brimming with tears.
“Without you, I would’ve lived without knowing what it felt like to have a family, to feel loved. So, thank you, for taking me in, for being there for me,” a tear falls down his rosy cheek, “I just wished I had enough time to return it to you.”
Dick feels his heart just sank into the abyss, he hates what Jason is implying.
“Jason, you... still can. You’re back right? You’re alive, you’re Red Hood... I don’t know what this is, but...” his words trail out to nothing when Jason shakes his head.
Jason wraps Dick in a hug, small but strong arms wrapped around his waist, “Goodbye, Dickie.”
A whine caught behind his throat, choking him out, and the pain in his heart feels physical. He wonders why he accepts this as it is, but somehow, he just knows.
Dick wraps his arms around Jason’s shoulder. With a hand on the back of his head, Dick pulls Jason closer and bury his face on top of his nest of hair. Inhaling the familiar scent, Dick’s tears fall on the blades of black and sobs.
“I love you, Jason.”
His little brother steps back, eyes wide as his expression broke. Something in his eyes that says something to him, something that Dick couldn’t point out, something that Jason won’t say.
“I love you too, Dick” Jason cried, grasping Dick’s hand tightly before finally letting go.
Dick tried to hold on to him, but he just slips through his hand. Just before he goes fully transparent, he sees a woman in the direction Jason is running.
It was only a glimpse, but Dick knows who she is, the savior of the tortured children. A lost soul of a woman that haunts the living and ‘saving’ children from their suffering. She takes the children’s soul and left their body in a state of comatose.
And she reaps the lives of adult grown up from the children she failed to save, giving them death without pain.
If Jason chose to go with her when he was young, he wouldn’t have died so horribly.
But he did anyway.
Dick just hoped Jason knew that he’s glad Jason chose to stay longer. Long enough for Dick to have these precious memories to live with now that he’s inevitably gone from the world.
#fictober19#fictober#jaydick#jaydick fanfic#jaydick fanfiction#I kinda miss writing jaydick#I'm not totally happy with this but here it is I guess#emocel's
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Sparkling People and The Cinderella Moment(Aoyama Yuga x Reader)
Summary: After some cruel rejection from a group of mean guys at the UA dance, you’re surprised to be saved by an unlikely sparkly hero.
Aoyama needs more love! He’s so underrated it’s criminal! And I personally think he’s adorable and oddly sweet. Plus this is inspired by my own experience at prom, nobody teased me, but I wished that someone like Aoyama had asked me to dance since I did my hair, face and make-up but… never got a dance, but oh well, I got inspiration and this is for my sparkly boy!
AND I SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO AOYAMA TODAY!! MAY 30th! Happy Birthday to our Aoyama!
BTW SORRY FOR ANY OOC-NESS!!
There’s some angst in here though, especially self-image issues, inspired by my own self-image issues and I honestly kinda cried a little bit writing this.
Featuring: Our Sparkly Boi!!
I wasn't even goin' out tonight But, boy, I need to get you off of my mind I know exactly what I have to do I don't wanna be alone tonight, alone tonight, alone tonight
Look what you made me do, I'm with somebody new Ooh, baby, baby, I'm dancing with a stranger Look what you made me do, I'm with somebody new Ooh, baby, baby, I'm dancing with a stranger
-Dancing With a Stranger by Sam Smith ft. Normani
Dances are another form of torture for people.
At least that’s what you always thought. Since dances put pressure on all students in a school and it was a pure double-edged sword. If you don’t go to a dance, you’re a loser who has no friends and supposedly doesn’t want to socialize, but if you do go then you’re just like everyone else and all you’ll do is blend in and not stand out at all.
And the more you thought about it, the more you started to ask yourself.
What the hell am I even doing here?
Hearing that UA was even having a dance was still surprising to you, and you initially didn’t think about going, but since you were in Class 1-A, it was more or less expected of you to go even if they weren’t your thing. The girls were so excited, even though you didn’t understand why.
But…
They were pretty. All of them, even froggy-looking Tsuyu, pink, alien-esque Mina and the invisible Hagakure. Unlike you, your female classmates were beautiful and you kind of hated them for it, but you never said it. You felt bad that you resented them for that, but you couldn’t help it.
So many guys were asking them to dance, all but you as you just watched them all get asked with bitterness in your (E/C) eyes. You did so much to yourself, even brushed your hair and got (reluctantly) got Mina to style it for you, and you chose a rather beautiful dress from the store. At least, you thought it was really beautiful because it was just your style, it was your favorite color (F/C) and rather comfortable as it defined some of your assets such as your (B/T) waist and bust. Hell, you even wore fucking make-up, eye-liner, lipstick to make yourself look a little bit prettier for tonight. All the work you did on your appearance and this is what you got, but you should have known better than to expect anyone to notice.
At least you could sit around and watch everyone else dance. You told yourself that in a poor attempt to comfort yourself as you sat at a table, like a few others who were either bored, uninterested or too anxious to dance. And you were oblivious to the fact that you had some guys actually looking at you, including one of your classmates.
But you were extremely surprised when a boy did approach you, he was a shy-looking fellow and you were confused because you were all alone at the table. What made him approach you?
“Say, uh… what are you doing by yourself? Not feeling up for dancing?” He asked you politely, and you blinked in confusion. You were pretty sure it was obvious why you weren’t dancing, but for some reason a semblance of hope was making you look at this person curiously.
“I’m… not much a dancer…” You admitted with a small smile and shook your head, and you tried not to smile more when this cute person grinned shyly and chuckled, “Ah me neither, but you know… you’re really pretty…” He said to you with a sweet-looking smile, making you blush and widen your eyes slightly.
Did a boy really call you pretty? This couldn’t have been real. You felt like it couldn’t have been real when one of the guy’s friends came over to him, “Hey, so you did find a girl to dance with huh?” He asked cheekily, looking at you and smirking, “Oh… a pretty one… dude…” The guy playfully punched him in the shoulder, seeming impressed and amused at his friend.
You let yourself feel flattered for a minute, did this guy also think you were pretty? “Don’t fight over her you two! Or else I’ll take her from you both!” A third guy showed up and winked at you as you blushed even more and couldn’t conceal your grin.
Unbelievable, you were actually being complimented by boys and for once you felt happy, and confident that you had garnered some attention from the opposite sex. You were so happy that you almost didn’t see their own grins as they stared at you.
“T-Thank you… all of you… I-I can… try to dance though… if you want, I really don’t mind…” You nervously said with a bashful grin, looking at them with joy in your eyes. However, you focused on their expressions as you saw one of them starting to snicker and the second boy seemed to be barely holding in his chuckles. And then you noticed some other girls, who weren’t your classmates, starting to snicker in your direction, which confused and disheartened you a little bit.
“Oh… no thank you… we’re good… we don’t really dance…” The first boy who approached you said, which fueled your confusion. At least until his second friend jumped right in, “We dance… but… mostly with cute girls like your classmates. Frumpy girls aren’t our type…” Your smile slowly started to fade, didn’t they call you pretty? You heard them, but then their laughter combined with the laughs of the other girls made your heartbeat speed up once you had figured it out.
They were just playing with you.
Yet, it still hurt you as disappointment started swelling in your chest and it suddenly became hard to swallow as it crept up your throat and your eyes became misty with furious, humiliated tears that you refused to let show. All you could do was breathe heavily through your nose, seething quietly and not saying a word.
They continued to snicker and laugh with each other, many of them grinning at you and one boy even pointed at you. “She’s so pretty isn’t she?” The one who approached you smiled at you, but it was out of pure amusement. He wasn’t shy at all, he did that to embarrass you.
“Too pretty to dance with…”
“The Cutie Hero.”
The boys and the girls all laughed at the jokes they made, not meaning a word they said when they called you ‘pretty’ because they were all laughing at you. “Ha! Yeah right… Yaoyorozu maybe, but not this one… you gotta be thin and sexy for that. And you need to have the face to be a cute hero.” The third and nastiest boy said, and you clenched your fists tightly as your face started to turn red in embarrassment and anger.
“Look how red she’s turning...!” A girl laughed as you inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to avoid using your quirk on these assholes. But there was only one thing that kept you from smacking them silly, and it was a bitter truth that you had known for a while only to have it thrown in your face tonight.
You were the ugliest person in the whole school.
Nobody would ever find you desirable or ever want to be seen with you because you lacked the good looks that your female classmates had. And you knew it because they were all dancing with guys that had asked them to dance and looked happy to, while you were left behind and had these assholes bother you and remind you of how ugly you were.
This was a big mistake, and you couldn’t stand seeing everyone else dancing without a care in the world while you just sat on the sidelines, willing your glossy eyes to not let any tears fall. Rejection hurt you worse than any attack from villains. This pain lingered and just tore what little else you had left of your self-esteem, self-image and overall look at yourself.
So you turned away sharply from the snickering, grinning boys and girls, and you kept your head down and immediately headed for the exit. And you ignored some of the glances you were getting from your classmates, but before you could get out as quickly and discreetly as you could, you grunted a little bit once you bumped into someone.
Gasping, you widened your tearful eyes and you were beyond surprised to see Aoyama of all people, and yet he was smiling at you even though you bumped into him. But the truth was that he deliberately got in front of you to keep you from leaving. He had been sitting at a table alone like you had been, and he had noticed how you dressed up tonight and showed off the beauty he saw in you, which is why it broke his heart when he saw what those boys had done to you. It made him sad, and it made him mad that they toyed with you like that, and after that he decided that he wasn’t going to let you run off in tears and feel miserable over those jerks.
“S-Sorry Aoyama…! I-I didn’t see you… I-I’m so sorry…” You mumbled nervously, averting your eyes and hating the moisture that had snuck out and you had to wipe it away quickly to avoid crying in front of a classmate. And to avoid smudging your make-up, even though you just wanted to wipe it all away and never use it again after tonight…
“Do not apologize. Although… I am surprised you did not see me, because I am wearing my best suit for tonight, and it sparkles beautifully non~?” He didn’t seem mad or annoyed with you at all, and instead kind of bragged about his admittedly shiny and well-tailored suit. It was so glittery, and yet it was really nice you had to admit that to yourself.
He was always an odd one to you, but not a bad person at all. Aoyama seemed pretty decent, a bit proud and vain, but nothing compared to Bakugou. Aoyama was nice, and fairly pleasant in many of your interactions and brief conversations with him. Which is why you felt bad now that you didn’t notice him…
“Y-Yeah… you look really good… w-wow that is… a glittery tux… I like it though…” Despite how sad you were, you smiled at him and complimented him, unaware of how bad he felt for you. He knew a fake smile when he saw it and understood hidden sadness and masked insecurities all too well.
He chuckled a little bit, “Merci mon ami… but what about yourself? Your dress is lovely, and your hair too.” Aoyama made sure to compliment you, especially after what those jerks said to you. But he could tell it didn’t seem to do much for you as you kept your fake smile on. While you knew Aoyama wasn’t a liar at all, you couldn’t be so sure if it was pity or honesty he was giving you. “Thanks… I’m not really too sure about that… the other girls are much prettier… I just… didn’t want to look too much like a troll tonight since this is a dance...” Now he frowned, and you were surprised since Aoyama didn’t frown often.
But he smiled shortly afterwards, shaking his head, “Troll? No, no, no… do not compare yourself to such a thing. It is true… our other female classmates and male classmates are appealing in their own ways. But… don’t let their sparkle outshine your own~. Because you have a sparkle that shines every day, I can see it, like I see it tonight.” Aoyama said to you sincerely, but before you could even react, the princey-looking boy then offered his hand out to you, “Two sparkling people such as us should dance together, don’t you think?” He asked you politely as you widened your eyes slightly…
Was he asking you to dance? Oh God…
You didn’t think he was faking it though like the other boys, Aoyama wasn’t like that, but it didn’t make you any less nervous because you were worried that you would screw it up with your godawful dancing skills. And you were also kind of worried about what the other boys nd girls would think, and what they might say if they saw you dancing with someone else. What if they decided to torment Aoyama too? You couldn’t live with yourself knowing that they would make fun of one of your friends because of you.
But you didn’t want to rudely turn Aoyama’s kind offer down, so you reacted without thinking and shakily brought your hand out, which he gently took and placed his other hand over your shoulder.
“B-But I… I can’t dance…” You stammered and trembled ever so slightly, extremely nervous now that your hand was over his. This was perhaps the first time you’ve ever touched someone else and it sent little tremors throughout your body from the unfamiliar but not unpleasant touch.
Aoyama’s smile turned softer though, “Don’t worry, just follow my feet, and don’t worry about how you move. Dancing is dancing, your rhythm is your own. Let your body move the way it wants~.” He said to you in a tone that sounded so dulcet and sweet in your mind, because no one has ever spoken to you like that before.
As he started to dance with you, you looked down at his feet to follow his lead and nervously at him, feeling your cheeks darken and heat up with nervousness and bashfulness. His hand felt a little cold, but warmer now that he was touching yours, which sent rapid beats to your heart as you trembled slightly even as you managed to follow his lead and didn’t even realize that you were dancing.
He smiled with a little chuckle, but it wasn’t at your expense. He was happy that you had gotten the hang of it as you found yourself smiling. Aoyama wasn’t making fun of you or faking his smiles, not tonight at least. Sometimes you knew he was faking his smiles to conceal something heavier on his mind, it was something you had been familiar with, so you knew when someone was hiding sadness by smiling.
With every step, you followed him, and the music allowed you find the rhythm. It was a little bit clumsy on your part, but Aoyama didn’t seem to mind, because it was your rhythm and he thought it was endearing and just you.
“There! You’ve got it now~.” He sang-songed as he gave you a little twirl, making you giggle and grin a little bit when you were pulled back in. Somehow, you didn’t even need his hand to lure you back into him, and it felt so strange, but you couldn’t deny that you felt happy, almost secure and not alone in this moment with Aoyama.
It was true, he was still something of a stranger to you since unfortunately, you two didn’t know each other that well, but you were still on good terms. Maybe you were both somewhat strangers to each other, yet here you both were, dancing with each other without a care in the world to the catchy music. Neither of you saw your other classmates pausing to see you dancing with Aoyama. It was quite a spectacle to them, since you weren’t known for your bright smile nor was Aoyama known for being so openly sweet and on the spot. After all, his classmates didn’t notice him often, but they were seeing him now, dancing with you and looking the happiest he had been in weeks, along with you. They had never seen you like that.
“Look…! Ahhhhhh!” Mina practically squealed while the rest of the girls had to smile and grin warmly when they saw just how… happy and bright you looked. “That’s SO romantic!” The pink girl swooned with her hands clasped together, kind of proud that the blondie she defeated in the Sports Festival had found somebody to dance with and get close to.
“(L/N)… she looks so happy. So does Aoyama…” Among the boys, Midoriya appeared the happiest when he saw his good friend dancing with his other friend. He knew you fairly well, and you didn’t seem like the most cheerful person in the world, so he was a little ecstatic to see you smile like that. And Aoyama, whom he also knew pretty well, he knew that he was good at hiding his feelings and started learning when his smiles were either real or fake. The one he had the entire time he danced with you was all too real.
And it was beautiful.
For once, you were happy, but this felt like it was real, and not fake like earlier. No, you were actually happy where you were. Dancing with a classmate you didn’t know as well as you were hoping now, but it was so wonderful.
You couldn’t help but give a small laugh of glee when you were spun around and underneath the bright lights. The two of you outstretched your arms before coming back into each other with bright smiles and flushed cheeks as you both shared little giggles. So, this is what it felt like to sparkle…
However, when the two of you started to slowly dance, Aoyama leaned in closely to whisper to you, “Those boys and girls who said those things are dull imbeciles. Ignorant to what real beauty is and unimportant. Don’t listen to them, people like that do not deserve to be listened to. Anyone who does what they have done do not deserve to be listened to.” Despite his somewhat offended tone, his voice was laced with gentleness as you widened your eyes ever slightly. Dancing with Aoyama made you forget all about those guys, and the sadness crept into your heart again, which your partner noticed as he placed a hand on your shoulder.
“You look beautiful. Not just tonight, every other day.” He smiled at you again, and the sadness slowly started to escape when Aoyama’s sincerity scared it away and was replaced with hope as you looked surprised and extremely touched with every meaningful word coming from this… beautiful boy. These weren’t sweet nothings; these were words from the heart.
Happiness mended your heart that had been broken tonight, and it was thanks to Aoyama. Even though, the insecure part of you was still doubting, “Aoyama I… thanks but… are you sure about that…? I mean… I’m not really fair… or skinny… or rich… or as successful as others are…” You listed many of your flaws, and insecurity started sneaking up on you again, until Aoyama shook his head with a chuckle, “I am sure… because you are not the ‘others’. You are you. And you are perfect as you are. Make-up, no make-up, rich or poor, dress, no dress… you are still (Y/N). Sparkling and beautiful (Y/N)~.” You swore you saw him blushing a little bit and even kinda of shyly looking away when he started talking about how beautiful you were.
Your eyes were wide and your cheeks became rosy pink, you knew there was no way he was lying. And then you felt your heart starting to beat as you gulped quietly. Somehow the disappointment you felt in your heart completely disappeared, and was replaced with an overwhelming sense of euphoria, anxiety and excitement? Whatever these feelings were, it was because of Aoyama…
Before you could even speak, you stared him deep in the eyes and reacted out of pure impulse as you suddenly lurched forward to his lips… only for you to completely miss and bump your nose right into his cheek…
“Oooooh…” Mina cringed along with Midoriya and Uraraka when they watched your epic fail of a kiss…
“OH!!” You both pulled away and threw your hands to your nose in pain, “Ohh God…” You groaned deeply and you could hear Aoyama’s own pained little moan, “Oh my GOD I am SO sorry… I-I don’t… I don’t…” However, your entire face started turning red from embarrassment which got worse when Aoyama chuckled rather nervously.
“N-Non, non! I-It’s okay… I uh… didn’t expect that but… in the same token… I’m actually, extremely flattered that you were going to kiss me~.” Despite the pain in his cheek, Aoyama still sounded flirtatious as he winked at you, and your blush only darkened. Yet, you didn’t feel so embarrassed knowing that he was flattered.
“Hee-hee… golly… I like, totally ruined the Cinderella moment…” You shyly giggled that off, almost unaware of the snickers coming from the same assholes who had made fun of you earlier. But they shut up when Aoyama gave them a look, and then turned to smile at you. “No… not ruined…” He said gently, and this time he leaned forward and slowly to give you a soft but sweet kiss on your lips as you felt yourself getting flushed with joy and butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the feeling of someone else’s lips upon yours for the first time. But it felt so right that you didn’t flinch or turn away as you held his face as you kissed him back.
Those boys couldn’t say a word anymore, and you could hear Mina and the girls squealing happily for you as you felt truly at bliss in the arms of your Aoyama. Who was once a stranger to you, was now your new Prince in Sparkling Armor and you didn’t feel so alone anymore.
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You're gonna wanna buy earplugs pt. 4
A/N: I finally finished part four, I’m not proud of how long it took me to write this because I’ve been so busy but I made time because I missed writing. It’s like seven a.m. so I apologize if it isn’t my best (which it def isn’t) but I tried.
Summary: What happens after Y/n wakes up after spilling her secrets to Diego the night before?
Word Count: 2237
Warnings: None, I think? Maybe just language.
I woke up the next morning with a big yawn, stretching my arms out. "You didn't have to hit me to wake me up, princess." I let out a laugh, shaking my head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit you." He shook his head as he got up, going into the bathroom. "On the subject of hitting, I kinda was wondering if you'd want to the gym today? It's closed today so we could have it all to ourselves." I raised an eyebrow at what he was asking. "Diego, I could have beat the shit out of Luther and you think it's a good idea to box with me?" He shrugged as he threw on his gym clothes, handing me a pair of sweats from the dresser. "Let's give it a try anyway." I let out a laugh as I put the sweats on and took one of his tank tops from his gym bag and put it on. I followed him out of his room, seeing the whole family sitting in the living room. "Hey, where you two lovebirds going?" A blush crawled up my face, making Klaus laugh. "If you're so concerned, Klaus, Freddy Krueger over here wants to take me to the gym so I can box him." The family all laughed, making Diego roll his eyes before pushing me toward the door. "Let's just get going, Y/n." I let out a laugh before waving to the family as we walked out of the house. "You know, Diego, you don't always have to be annoying and rude." He laughed as we continued walking to the gym, the subtle brush of his hand against mine was enough to make me blush. "I love how I can make you blush still, you're so cute." Another blush crawled up my cheeks as we arrived at the gym. Diego took the keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door, holding it open for me which made me smile. "Why thank you, my love." He shook his head as I walked into the gym as Diego followed, closing the door and locking it behind us. I jumped into the ring, Diego following close behind. "Just so you and I are both clear on this, Diego, I don't know how to box like at all." He let out a laugh as he grabbed the boxing gloves from his bag and put them on. "Okay, first, we're gonna start with a punching bag so you don't accidentally hit me." I rolled my eyes as I followed him out of the ring and over to the punching bag. He showed me the different stances and the different punches to use as well as the different kicks. After about an hour of using the punching bag, he grabbed my hand and lead me over to the boxing ring. "You're letting me do this for real now?" Diego nodded as a smirk grew on my face, putting the boxing gloves on me and smiling. I got into the stance that Diego taught me, holding my hands near my face to block any hits he threw. I swung my fist, hitting him right in the jaw as he fell down hard. "Holy shit, I didn't mean to hit you so hard." Diego let out a pained laugh as I threw the gloves off and bent down to where he landed. "It's alright, Y/n. You just don't know your strengths yet." He moved the hand that was covering where I hit him. A gasp left my lips as I saw a bruise starting to form already. "You sure you're gonna be okay, Diego?" He nodded as he got up, throwing the gloves in the bag and grabbing his keys from the chair. He pushed me out the door as he locked up the place and grabbed my hand as we starting walk back to the academy. I took a glance over at the bruise forming on his face, stifling a laugh as he looked over at me. "You can laugh if you want because you know the rest of the family is going to when we get back." I busted out in laughter, drawing attention from the people who were around us as we walked down the sidewalk. "I'm sorry, it's funny to me because you're incredibly great at boxing but yet you couldn't dodge a punch from me." He rolled his eyes as we both walked into the academy. "Well, if you weren't so hot, I wouldn't have been so distracted." I busted out in laughter again as I plopped onto the couch where Klaus was sitting, putting my head in his lap as he fingers ran through my hair, making me hum contently. "So why does Freddy Krueger have a black eye on his jaw?" Diego rolled his eyes at Klaus's comment which made us laugh even more. "He decided that I'm better off not boxing right now." They all let out a laugh which made Diego brood. Diego hate when he gets made fun of, even if it's by his siblings. "Y/n, can we talk? In our room, please." I got up from my spot on the couch and followed him down the hall as anxiety rose up in my throat. He closed the door behind us gently as I sat on the bed. "This is why I didn't want to fucking do this, Y/n. I knew that you would get too close." I raised an eyebrow, not knowing what the fuck Diego was on about. "Dude, I don't even know what the fuck you're talking about anymore." He sighed as he sat next to me on the bed, grabbing my hand. "Look, Y/n, I'm really conflicted right now. I love you, everyone knows I do but I feel like we may have rushed into this whole relationship thing. Maybe we should slow down for now and you can stay in Ben's old room until we figure this out for now." Tears threatened to fall from my eyes as I just nodded, grabbing my things from his dresser and putting them in my bags. "I love you, Diego." I gave him a short kiss on the lips, hearing him sigh sadly as I moved all my stuff into Ben's old room and closing the door. I looked around as all the old memories of Ben and I came rushing back to me all at once. My heart broke in a lot of different places when the realization that I won't be able to come to Diego for comfort anymore until we figure things out. A knock on my door snapped me out of my thoughts. "Come in." The door slowly opened, revealing Klaus. He raised an eyebrow as I just stood there, not saying anything or moving. "Y/n, you okay?" I nodded as I finally turned around to look at him fully. "Yeah, Diego just kinda told me that he needed time to think about him and I so here I am." He just nodded in response, grabbing my bag from hand, making me raise an eyebrow. "You don't wanna be in here, I know you too well. You can stay with me." A smile formed on my face as I followed Klaus out of Ben's room and down the hall to his room. "I appreciate you, Klaus." A blush formed on his face as he sat my stuff down in his room and plopped on the bed, a smile forming. "I know you do, sweetheart." It was my turn to blush as I lied down next to Klaus, feeling his arms wrap around me tightly. I sighed, thinking about what Diego had said to me before I drifted off into sleep. Hours later, I woke up to Klaus poking my sides hard. "Damn, I get it. I'm up now." He let out a laugh, shaking his head. "Grace made dinner if you're hungry." I shook my head as I watched him get up from the bed, stopping at the door. "You sure?" I nodded as he went out the door. I undressed from the clothes that I had been sleeping in and grabbed a towel from my bag, wrapping it around me before looking through to find clothes. I found a pair of shorts and one of Ben's old shirts with a pair of knee high socks to top it off. I sighed, stepping into Klaus's bathroom and started the shower. I went back out to his room, grabbing my shampoo and body was from my bag when I heard someone step near the door. I stood motionless until I heard them walk away, making me sigh in relief. I went back into the bathroom and threw the towel on the rack outside the shower as I stepped in the shower, sighing contently as the shower pulsated down my back. I massaged the shampoo into my scalp as I hummed a song that Diego frequently listened too before stopping myself short, sighing. It hasn't even been a full day and I already miss Diego's company, not that I didn't enjoy Klaus's. I stepped out of the shower, thinking I heard someone in Klaus's room but shrugged it off, knowing Klaus is probably still at dinner. I grabbed my clothes from the counter, tightening the towel around me as I stepped back into Klaus's room and lied down on his bed. I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose when I thought about what Diego had said to me. I needed to stop putting so much focus on Diego since it has even been a full day. I threw the towel off as I grabbed my panties and bra from where I had put my clothes, throwing them on. The door flung open to reveal Klaus and Vanya, who both raised their eyebrows. "I took a shower, chill." They nodded as Vanya walked over to me, hugging me tightly. "I gotta go to recital. I love you guys and I'll probably be back tonight, if not tomorrow." I nodded and waved goodbye to her as she left. Klaus didn't say anything as he looked me up and down, turning away when I locked eyes with him. I closed the door to his room as I made my way back to his dresser and sat down on it. "You act like you haven't seen a girl like this." A blush tinted his cheeks as he shook his head, letting out a laugh. "I have, trust me. Just none near as hot as you." A smile formed on my face as he made his way over to me, standing between my legs. "You flatter me, darling." I winked at him which made him blush again. He put his fingers under my chin, making me look up at him as I searched his eyes for something, anything really. Before I could say anything, his lips met mine in a kiss. I didn't know how to respond at all, I felt like time had froze in that exact moment. It's not like I haven't thought about Klaus in that way, but something about it felt kind of right but at the same time, maybe it was supposed to. I slowly started to feel myself kissing Klaus back as I felt his hands come up to my hair. I pushed him back before anything further happened as we both sighed. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I don't know what possessed me to do that." I let out a laugh, shaking my head as I jumped off the dresser and grabbed my clothes from my bag and put them in the drawers before pulling Ben's shirt over me. "It's fine, Klaus. I didn't tell you to stop so you know I enjoyed it too. I'm going back to bed though, I can already feel the depression coming back so I'm just gonna sleep it away as much as I can right now." He let out a laugh as I finished shoving all my clothes in the drawers before jumping down on the bed and sighing loudly. He went into the bathroom, the shower running not too long after. There was another knock on the bedroom door but I ignored it as the tiredness soon took over me, pushing thoughts of Diego out of my head as I felt Klaus’s wet arms wrap around my waist as sleep finally took over me. The next morning I woke up to see Klaus smiling at me, which made me shake my head. “You look way too happy right now.” He let out a laugh as he pulled me onto his lap as I looked down at him, finally feeling like I was constricted like I was with Diego. “I just had the best night with the girl I love. No offense, Ben.” I let out a laugh before pressing my lips against his, feeling his arms wrap around me tightly. I pulled back after a bit to catch my breath as his face fell. “I don’t know how to tell you this or if you even care anymore but this morning, Diego left to go on trip or some shit with Eudora.” A gasp left my lips as tears tried to form in my eyes but I wouldn’t let them. He made it clear that I was never a priority and I was out for revenge now. “You wanna help me get revenge?”
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OvO 😞 Hanako/Kaoru, 💢 Shigeo/Takashi, 💪 Yuriko/Moe, ☂️ Himari/Kei
Yes!! I love this uwuwwu!!! Thank you for sending this in!!
😞 - have my muse press their head against yours’ chest tiredly.
She actually found some time to visit the dorm of Kaoru, and it wasn’t because she planned to. She was actually much too tired to actually go back to her own dorm by herself and she knew that the dorm of Kaoru was usually filled with people, but they always ended up welcoming her every time she came in.
The door suddenly opened and he wasn’t hiding the fact that she was sleep-deprived at all. There were bags under her eyes and her stare wasn’t lively.l. “Is it okay if I stay here for a moment...?” She asks this shyly, and she noticed someone instantly stand up and give her a hand.
Kaoru noticed how she was acting, and he spotted that she looked a lot more tired than usual. “For a moment? Hm. Why not stay here for the night? I wouldn’t want to see you go out of here looking this tired.” He laughed for a moment and kiss her hand. “Come in, princess. Have a seat.” A blush crept on the face of Hanako but she came in.
“You’re being so flirty even at a time like this...” She muttered, a bit embarrassed but her heart began beating faster by his small talk. He only grinned and leaded her to the couch. He sat beside her with a smile on his face and he even looked behind him and gestured at one of his underclassmen.
“Here have a blanket.” He placed the blanket around her and petted her on the head. “You must have worked extremely hard for this week. You deserve rest.” He brought her head to his chest and her face began getting redder. She would have accepted this calmly if it weren’t for Rin and Dai talking about it and busting their gadgets out of their pockets to save this moment for the years to come. ‘I can stop, if you wish. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, flower.”
“No, it’s fine.” She replied softly before nuzzling to his chest, her face getting warmer. She was so close to him that she could hear his heart beat clearly. She eventually pressed her head against his chest and began making herself feel like she was at home. A small tint of red appeared on Kaoru’s cheeks as she began wrapping her arms around him as if he was a bolster. “Thank you.”
“No problem. A woman like you deserves to be treated right.” He reminder her that she had to be treated right, and she ended up smiling against his chest. “You’re such a lovely person, flower…” He complimented once again and he removed the bun her hair was fixed to and began playing with the locks of her hair. “You have to have a nice rest for the night.”
“You’re always so sweet.” Hanako had a tiny smile on her face, actually being flattered with what he said. She slowly closed her eyes and she began sleeping in peace. There were no eyes on them anymore because people already began leaving the living room to give the two some privacy.
... Maybe everyone but Rin, Dai, Emile and Masae- who were currently watching the ship from a hiding place.
💢 - snarl/growl at my muse.
It was known to the whole human kind that the Kuga family and Eizan family didn’t get along the greatest- well, more of certain people on the respective families will never get along. It wouldn’t be a surprise if you see two people fighting each other through words as if they were swords. It was… too normal for them to do this every time they see each other.
As of now, nothing was going on. There were random people going in school premises and going to their classrooms. But since there were a couple of students who were still new to Totsuki, Takashi would lead all of the people who were confused to their classrooms to help them. This was one of the reasons people deemed him as the best senpai in school.
A smile was present on Takashi’s face for majority of the time until a certain someone rolled his eyes once the students went to their destined locations. “Oh look who we have hear. Baron Cold-Hearted. What a pleasure to see you here!“ Despite the kind words that came out of his mouth, his annoyance was obvious to the other.
“A pleasure? I’d have to say it’s the complete opposite.” Shigeo glared at the smaller male, really pissed at his presence. “I can’t believe you’re leading the new students around. They should know how to find their classrooms themselves.” After a few moments, Shigeo smirked. “Unless you feel more comfortable with them because your height matches with their age. You look like you’re in the first year of middle school.”
The blonde began twitching, and he swore that if he weren’t in the school hallways right now, he’d punch the glasses off his face. “You piece of meat. Insulting me like this.” Well, he hoped that Shigeo wasn’t the only one in the game. “What brings you here then? Looking for the strongest junior to expel before the kick your butt in a shokugeki?”
Shigeo began growling at him. Did this fucking midget actually think he’d be defeated so easily?! “Do you think I’ll be defeated that easily? I’m part of the Elite Ten.” He didn’t like how Takashi threw some insults at him most of the time- but to the point it reached to belittle him in cooking made him more pissed.
“Oh? Is Mister Four-Eyes angry that I spoke the truth? How scary.”
“I’m part of the Elite Ten, midget.”
“You pancake Medusa.” Takashi snarled at him for making fun of his height again. “In your universe, sure you are. But if you were in mine, I doubt you’ll even be part of it with your dirty tactics.”
The expression of Shigeo darkened. “Do you want me to push you back to your place?”
“Oh, sure! If you can.”
The two of them began glaring at each other- they really did despise each other. Wholeheartedly.
💪 - pick up and carry my muse.
Was it a perfect day for people to follow their ships around? Always! The two girls decided to hang out together because they wanted to spend time with one another. It wasn’t new to both of them. They loved hanging out together and they found each other’s presence enjoyable. If they had the chance, they’d choose to hang out with one another!
The first thing the two decided to was to watch people perform ballet and Yuriko decided to pay for both of their tickets. The next thing they did was to eat in a cafe and look at cute things in the mall. As of now, the two girls may have been carrying a couple of shopping bags but they still wanted to do one of their favorite past times!
Currently, they were hiding from Shigeo and Chieko. Or as others call it- ShigeChi... and another name was Team Glasses 2.0. Every time Moe spotted them, she’d instantly want to see what they’re doing. The two were silent as they watched as two were talking to each other. Yuriko only giggled as a tiny smirk suddenly emerged from her lips.
“Look at our sweet Chieko looking so embarrassed. How cute~!” She loved the dynamics of the two from the start, but ever since Moe told her more stories about them- she began getting even more on board with the ship. It was as if Moe was the captain while Yuriko was the vice captain. An accurate yet funny image to imagine.
Moe blinked a couple of times as she tiptoed to try and spot them more clearly. “She does look embarrassed.” She mumbles, her voice sounding bland. It wasn’t a bad thing- she usually sounded like that. “This is one of the reasons why I ship them. Out of many. She’s so easily embarrassed by Shigenyan.” She stopped tiptoeing for a moment, but after a few seconds- she did it again to get a better view.
Yuriko did notice this and she only smiled. “Moe-chan, you can just tell me if you wanted to see them more clearly.” Without any warning, she picked up Moe and began carrying her to get a better view. “See? Now you can see what they’re doing it perfectly! Doesn’t that make it better?”
Moe nodded her head slightly, thankful that Yuriko actually thought about doing it. “Thank you. Now I can enjoy Shigenyan and his wife in full view.” She was able to see the red face of Chieko and how she rejected all the word of Shigeo. “Now, let’s get the camera.”
☂️ - shelter my muse.
The rain poured even if the weather forecast said otherwise. Of course they can’t always be right. The weather forecast said that it would only be a cloudy day, but it turns out the clouds were actually the ones that contained rain in them. Some people of Totsuki decided to go home through their cars, and some other had brought their umbrellas.
Sadly, there was one student who didn’t bring an umbrella and didn’t want to ride with anyone. It was no other than Kei Eizan. He’d rather get wet in the rain instead of actually going up to his brothers and ask if any of them if they had umbrellas. Before he could actually go back to his classroom to just wait for the rain to stop, a well-known student from the Elite Ten came in.
“Is that you, Kei?” She came to him, holding an umbrella at her hand and a smile on her face. Kei only looked at her for a moment and she began gleaming in happiness. “It really is you! Hi there!” She always acted like a big sister to him. There was a large grin on her face and she began wondering about some things. “Hm? Why were you supposed to go back inside?”
Kei was a bit embarrassed to admit that he didn’t bring an umbrella, but he began grumbling before rolling his eyes. “I don’t feel like going home when there’s rain that would probably cause me to slip.” He was technically not lying, but at the same time- he was. There was silence between them and he felt a hand wrap around his.
“If that’s the case... Then let big sis Himari help you out! She’ll walk with you and shelter you with her umbrella!” She brought out an umbrella out of her bag and she prepared it before she began looking at him again. “We could share, if you don’t mind!” She always wanted to spend some time with Kei, and this was one of the chances she wanted to take!
Kei couldn’t really reject her offer since she looked so enthusiastic to help him out. “Fine...” He stated softly, and he accepted her offer. At least he didn’t need to admit that he didn’t bring an umbrella. “Thank you, Isshiki.” He says this to her and she only ends up laughing.
“It’s Himari to you, Kei! Calling me by my first name makes me happy!” She ended up walking with Kei under her umbrella. Surprisingly, Kei has to admit that he enjoyed it much more than expected and he began seeing Himari as a bigger sister even more... Maybe forgetting his umbrella wasn’t so bad after all.
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