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Chapter 44: Prophecy Day

Long ago, the characters lived together in harmony. Then, everything changed when the Request Box attacked.

Really though, this was not how I was planning these events to take place but it ended up working out in the end. Apparently this is what happens when I set the characters loose.

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Warnings: Serious warning for first part of this chapter for rape undertones. It doesn’t actually go anywhere, but the terror and thoughts of those situations are there. The rest of the chapter is nice tho and you chat with the old turtle so that’s kinda cool.

The command was simple enough to follow.

Your adrenaline was already pumping through your veins as you struggled against the magical bonds, your mind scrambling and trying to make sense of the situation. You could feel Gaster’s smile close to your ear, his hand grabbing your shoulder one sharp finger at a time, the heat radiating from him. You were breathing shallowly and quickly, feeling like you couldn’t get enough oxygen in your system as your muscles pulled with all their force to wield no results. Gaster wouldn’t hurt you, right? If he wanted to hurt you, he would have done so a long time ago… So what was he planning on doing to you?

As your thoughts scrambled to gather the worst possible scenarios, Gaster grew to his full height, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. A rumble came from deep in his chest and turned to a dark laugh, eyes cracking open as they drifted back down to you. A hand closed around your throat and he tilted your head to watch the panic on your face.

“So this is what it feels like to be alive.” His voice seemed different. Darker, excited, and even more dangerous sounding than usual. “Fascinating.” His hand tightened around your throat and he pressed his body against yours, his nails digging into your shoulder. You opened your mouth to scream, but black tar covered your mouth the moment you started.

Trapped.

He had you pinned with nowhere to go. Every time you tried summoning your teleporting powers and started feeling the needles, he would tighten his grip ever so slightly, halting any progress you would be making. “You don’t get to run off again. As of right now, you are mine.” He growled. He knew you were trying to teleport, you swallowed, mind reeling and trying to come up with a plan C. The magic holding you up suddenly faded, and Gaster caught you, holding you by your sides and pinning you to the wall. His face pressed against where your neck met your shoulder, and you could feel him take in your scent.

No longer restricted by the orange magic, your hands flew to his shoulders, trying to push him away to no avail. He was too strong, too close, to gain any sort of advantage. You tried kicking him, but he didn’t seem to notice your weak attacks. Your muffled struggling was the only sound in the quiet room, and you knew Sans wasn’t going to hear anything. He wouldn’t be back in time.

That thought sent a chill throughout your body as the terrifying realization settled in you, and that seemed to make Gaster grip tighter onto you as a rumbling came from deep in his chest. “That is right… Feel the terror coursing through your body. The hopelessness of your reality. I need it.” His teeth brushed along your neck down to where your neck met your shoulder, the sharp edges threatening to break skin. You froze up, unable to think of anything you could do to escape. He was right; you were powerless to defend against him. You were at his mercy.

Your thoughts were panicking so badly it took you a moment to realize he stopped moving, simply holding you in that position for a few seconds.

The coldness of the room suddenly became apparent as he separated himself from you, his magic effortlessly picking you up and bringing you back to the counter. He quickly stepped over to his papers, writing something quickly as his magic released you back in your original seat. The tar left your mouth and you gasped for air, bringing your knees close to you, shock still scrambling your thoughts as you tried to figure out what just happened. You felt yourself shaking, watching Gaster fearfully while he seemed to ignore you.

“My apologies, but I needed genuine results.” Gaster quickly said as he wrote another line in Wing Dings before swiftly standing straight, and pulling his Soul out. The once hollow Soul now seemed like it was almost pure red, just along the edges you could see the gap between the Determination and white outline. He gave a single shocked laugh, taking a step back and bringing a hand to his forehead. “It… It worked. My theory was correct.” He gave another relieved laugh, looking like exhaustion was suddenly catching up with him. He wiped sweat away at his forehead with the back of his wrist, still staring unbelieving at the Soul.

Gaster looked up at you, genuine smile appearing on his face as he stepped up to you. You had another wave of panic as he grew closer, and you saw the red in his Soul brighten ever so slightly, but he didn’t seem to notice as he reached out for you. Orange magic grabbed you and threw you into his arms with a yelp, and he held you in a tight hug as he spun around. “You beautiful, glorious human!” He held you up by your arms, looking excited. “Do you know what this means?” He asked quickly, eyes wide and smile big. You’ve never seen him so happy.

You have also never been more terrified in your life.

“G-gaster…” You could feel yourself shaking in his hands, and his smile quickly dropped when he saw how red your face was, the slight quiver in your lip. “C-can you… put me down, p-please?” It took everything you had to not start crying at the request, your nerves clashing and still reeling from the panic. The response was instant, and he quickly set you down back on the counter. You immediately pulled your knees close and hugged yourself, still watching him carefully.

“What is wrong? Are you hurt? Was I perhaps to rough?” He asked quickly, seeming to grow concerned and leaned down to look for exterior damage with a much more expressive face than usual. You felt a flash of anger, and your eyes burned.

“I t-thought… I thought you were going to…” You inhaled trying to keep your shaking under control, but it felt like you just made it worse. You brought a hand up to where his teeth threatened to break skin, and looked away.

“Oh, no, of course not!” He straightened himself for a moment, seeming to realize what you were getting at. He swallowed, and leaned forward to quickly explain himself. “I would never mark you as my own. I simply needed you as terrified as you could possibly could be. I would never actually put you under anything like that, that was just a-“ There was a cracking sound, and he recoiled, bringing a hand to his face. You had your hand extended, and you realized you smacked him.

“But. You. Did.” You said sharply, shaking violently. You tried to control your breathing, anger burning on your face. “I was terrified. Y-you can’t just… do that!” You yelled, voice straining. Gaster seemed genuinely shocked you were so upset. That made you angrier. “What? D-did you expect me to be frightened for my life one moment, and fine the next?!” Gaster opened his mouth to say something, but you jumped to the ground and interrupted him. “No! It doesn’t work that way! I don’t care what your reasons are, that isn’t okay! I’m only human!”

“Precisely! I thought humans were resilient when their life was on the line. Surely you must have survived more life endangering situations than that.” He tried reasoning, taking a step back away from your rage. He must be nearly half a foot taller than Papyrus in height, yet he seemed to think you were a danger when angry.

“My life, maybe, not… that!”

“What’s going on here?” Sans’ voice caught the both of you off guard, and you turned to see him standing at the open door, a paper bag in his hand. He looked at how defensively Gaster was standing, and how your cheeks were burning with anger. His eyebrows lowered and he looked at Gaster. “What did you do?”

You immediately stomped over to Sans and grabbed the paper bag out of his hands. “Tell your fucking brother how to treat a human properly.” The venom in your voice shocked Sans, but you left the basement and stepped into the snow. It seemed like it was growing dark in Snowdin, but it wasn’t like you had any concept of time down here anyway. As you walked away from the basement you heard Sans pick up an accusatory tone of voice, but you left the brothers to the argument without you.

The snow crunched under your bare feet, and you bit your cheek to ignore the regret of allowing yourself to be teleported unprepared earlier. You quickly made your way to the house, going in just long enough to slip on shoes, ignoring the concerned look Flowey gave you and slammed the door behind you. You were halfway to the entrance of Waterfall when you realized you were still in your robe and pajamas, but you didn’t care at this point. You fixed your disheveled robe to cover more of your neck, but not because you needed the warmth.

The entrance of Waterfall welcomed you with warm air, probably coming all the way from Hotland you figured. You let the blue toned darkness surround you as you continued walking through, letting the distant sound of running water slow down your thoughts.

Your mind replayed the events of the basement without your permission, and you kept shaking your head to focus on where you were right now. One thing that stuck out was how he insisted he wasn’t going to… ‘mark’ you. Your hand rubbed your shoulder, thinking about it. As if getting ‘marked’ was what you were worried about.

Shaking your thoughts away once more, you made your way through the close cave space until you finally ended up where all the bridges were. You stopped a moment to take in the scene, before walking to the edge you and Sans ate at before. You really were a creature of habit, you realized as you sat down and pulled off your shoes, slowly putting your feet into the blue glowing water. Finally opening the paper bag you took from Sans, you saw plenty of hotdogs in buns stacked on each other, along with an entire bottle of ketchup next to them. There was just about enough food in here for three people, you realized with a slight pang of guilt. It ended shortly after Gaster’s actions replayed in your mind yet again, and you quickly grabbed a hotdog and gave it a small layer of ketchup before angrily biting into it.

“Just who does he think he is?” You mumbled with a mouthful of food, kicking the water. You swallowed and took another bite while staring at the waves of color. Possibly the worst thing about the situation, you figured, was how you didn’t see it coming. Ever since he was back he seemed cold, but more-or-less predictable. He was a doctor, and acted on curiosity but not to the point of threatening you like… that. After the fact he seemed so excited and active, somehow losing his cold doctor act after that terrifying situation. Maybe it had something to do with his Soul.

You paused mid-bite at that thought, just for a moment, before finishing the hotdog and grabbing another. His Soul was nearly full of Determination when he pulled it out the second time, but you didn’t know what exactly that meant. He was going to tell you, you realized, but of course you doubted you would have been able to appreciate that answer in the state you were in.

“You know, food tends to taste better when you actually take the time to taste it.” An old voice startled you, nearly making you drop what little of the hotdog you had left. You quickly turned around to see an old turtle monster looking at you. He stopped stroking his beard and slapped his knee. “Wahaha! So jumpy! I’m sure you have your reasons though.” You blinked at the monster, not knowing how to respond. He took the silence as an invitation to sit beside you. “Gerson.” He introduced himself simply.

You said your name, silently wondering why he was suddenly picking up a conversation with a random stranger. He seemed to notice. “You’ve a question in your eyes, I can see it. You’ve also lots of anger in there too. I’m not about to pry into anyone’s business, but I can see you need a distraction… and maybe help with those hotdogs?” He looked at your paper bag with his one good eye, slight smile hinting at his actual intentions with sitting with you.

“They’re not really mine to give out… but you can have one I suppose.” You grab one out of the bag and hand it to the old monster, who seemed to appreciate it quite a bit.

“Ah, that’s what I love about you humans! Either you are completely selfish, or truly givin’, and you never know what you might end up with! Wahaha!” He laughed again, taking a massive bite out of the hotdog. “Where are my manners? I said I was going to distract you, yet here I am making casual conversation.” He coughed and cleared his throat. “Let me tell you ‘bout the prophecy. Sure, the darn thing seems to be irrelevant now since we monsters are freed and everything, but it sure does make a nice story.” He pulled out a small purple cloth that was in the shape of a rounded shield, a circle with wings were taking over the top half, while three triangles almost looked like a face at the bottom.

He continued to talk about how the circle was an angel, said that they were the one who was going to empty the underground. He then laughed and said how the underground was still not empty, but the principle of the prophecy came true enough. He then continued to distract you more, talking about the ancient monster-human war, which he seemed to know too much about to have simply heard about it. You started to wonder how old monsters could even get, given that the war had become nothing more a bedtime story back on the surface…

He had strange nicknames for other monsters you knew, the one that stood out the most was his name for the King. Fluffybuns. That managed to make you laugh, and he seemed to take comfort that you genuinely responded. He talked and talked… rarely needing any sign to continue talking about absolutely everything.

After awhile he suddenly grew quiet, and he looked around the empty cave room you two were in.

“Say, I don’t see many humans around these parts alone. More often than not they are with another monster or travel in a pack, but givin’ that you are so comfortable as to wear your ‘jamas here, I can safely assume you’ve been here for some time, eh?” He half asked, and you shrugged.

“A little while, yeah.” You had kept your answers short and vague for the turtle during the encounter so far, and he picked up on that.

“Long vacations are fine and all, but don’t be hiding for too long.” He commented, finally finishing up the last bit of hotdog he had been holding onto this entire time. You startled, wondering how he knew. “The only people who go on breaks are ones who need to get away from something. The only time someone is upset on their break is when they can’t escape what they’re running from.” He winked at you… or maybe just blinked, you couldn’t exactly tell when he only had one eye.

“I’ll… keep that in mind, thank you.” You looked down at your feet, gently splashing the water to make the waves grow brighter in color.

“I think I distracted you long enough.” He stood up with a grunt, seeming to struggle with the shell on his back for a moment. “I’ll leave you to your business.” He gave a lazy wave to you and started walking back over the bridges. You mulled over the stories he told you. They weren’t directly relevant to your life at all, yet you took comfort in knowing about them. Old people were too wise for their own good, you concluded before standing up and shaking off the water on your feet.

You tried to dry your feet to the best of your ability before slipping on your shoes again, but you really didn’t want to walk all the way back to Sans’ house… Maybe you could try to teleport again? You swallowed, not really wanting to scare yourself to try teleporting though, knowing that you had plenty of material for that. You shook your head and sat down again, crossing your legs. People say meditation is great to control your thoughts… It was worth a shot.

You straightened your back and relaxed your arms, putting the paper bag in your lap and listening to the running water around you. In… Out… You controlled your breathing, and tried to clear your mind. Thoughts of the monster war bubbled in your head, and you quickly brushed them off. Come on, you could do it. In… Out… Your home popped up, and you wondered how Samus was doing. You hoped she was enjoying her time with Undyne and Alphys. She probably missed climbing in Sans.

“Agghhh…” You grumbled, rubbing your head. Your thoughts were too active to be empty. You would be here forever if you kept trying to meditate like this. You sighed, figuring the easiest way to teleport would to give yourself a quick scare, but you had trouble deciding if it was worth it. You made an incredibly short pro-con list that simply consisted of; Pros: Get to Sans’ place without the long walk. Cons: Scared. You sighed, your laziness winning the argument.

Swallowing, you closed your eyes and imagined yourself in a dark room, trying to force the thought of vines covering the ground. Yeah… Yeah that’s scary as shit, you congratulated yourself before realizing you weren’t actually scared of that at the moment. You grumbled at yourself and quickly shook your head, restarting the imagination.

The vines were slowly moving around you, growing along the sides of the shadows, before they all suddenly stopped moving. They started to sag, turning brown before slowly collapsing into dust, confusing you. You heard footsteps beside you, and when you turned your head, you saw a man with a crooked nose and burns across his face pointing a gun to your head. He had a wild look in his eyes, along with something dark that was splattered all across him. You looked down his dust-covered body, seeing that he was holding a long metal arm. That arm looked familiar to you, but before you could process it, you heard him cock the hammer of the gun back.

“End of the line, pet.”

The gun fired, and you screamed as you fell in the air. Your fall was interrupted by the table in Sans’ living room, but only partially. You bounced to the ground hard, putting pressure on your tailbone as you swore and hissed through your breaths, the pain being equal to at least double that of hitting your funny bone on the counter edge.

“Whoa!” You heard Sans shout, a cup falling to the ground. You glanced up to see Sans looking shocked at you, before quickly coming to your side. “You okay, Vertebae?” He asked, helped you sit up, but you kept sitting on a hand, to try and relieve the pain. You started to shake your head, but automatically trying to nod, and ended up with an awkward impersonation of a bobble head. You swallowed and looked around the room to make sure you actually ended up where you wanted, more-or-less.

Gaster looked like he was sitting at the couch before you appeared, now standing with a hand to his chest as he looked puzzled between you and it. “Did something happen?” He quickly asked, seeming to be his more lively self rather the doctor.

“No- I mean, yes, but not really…” You quickly said, shaking your head trying to get your thoughts straight. “Sans, call Alphys.” You quickly looked at Sans, your request confusing him.

“Right now? It’s pretty late-“

“Call Alphys.” You said again, carefully standing up and rubbing your rear. “Just… trust me. It’s probably nothing, but please?” He nodded, quickly heading up the stairs and to his room. You watched him close the door behind him, hoping your imagination was just an out of control daydream.

“Are… are you alright?” Gaster asked. You looked at him, and he was still looking concerned at you.

“Just peachy.” You said flatly, clear that you haven’t forgiven or forgotten what he’d done yet. He nodded, averting his eyes a moment before looking back to you. His hands were tying themselves into knots before he took a breath, bringing them behind his back.

“I should… properly apologize. Sans has told me more about humans and I realized that my actions earlier may have came across as a much more personal form of attacking.” You raised your eyebrow, waiting for more. “Please understand my interactions with humans within this reality are nearly nonexistent. Before the core incident I have had but a couple encounters with humans, not nearly enough to learn any sort of behavioral or social norms. I believed I was simply threatening your physical body and the integrity of Sans’ territory, as… that is what the equivalent to monsters is.” He swallowed, seeming genuinely nervous. “I would not have acted in such a manner had I known it carried a different weight for humans.” He bowed slightly, keeping his eyes to the ground.

“God, why do you have to always be so wordy?” You asked, crossing your arms. Gaster looked up at you, shocked. “Just… say you are sorry already, man. I don’t care what your excuse is, I just want to know- that you know- that you seriously messed up and won’t do it again.” You frowned at him, and he quickly stood up properly again, placing a hand on his chest.

“My ap- I mean… I am sorry. It will not happen again without express permission.” He gave a slight bow again, and you wondered where he picked that sort of habit up. You considered his apology, but you weren’t entirely sure if you could forgive him just yet. It did seem like he meant it, at least.

“Guys, we have a problem.” Sans stepped close to the railing on the second floor, looking down at the two of you. He had the phone in his hand, and you could see the worry on his face.

“What’s wrong?” You asked feeling a pit open in your stomach, already having a bad feeling that you knew what happened.

“They have Mettaton.”

#Sans days #WOOPS I slept in #sorry for being an hour late #I know a few of you are antsy for the updates now ahhha #anywho yeah this chapter is pretty intense #sorry about that but the characters act so differently when certain requests are asked #hope you guys enjoy though!

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shreddedparchment · 4 years

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A Wife for Thor Pt.03

10/21/2020

Garden of Delights

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader Word Count: 5,411

Warnings: angst, jealousy, talks of death, talk of sickness, infant sickness, neglect, fluff

A/N: As I said, writing itself right now. lol I’m not really sure how long this story will be. I have the basic premise set and a small plot, but if I choose to make this around the size of Pseudo Princess, I’ll have to come up with a bigger plot than the simple one I’ve got. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this chapter! I know I certainly loved writing it. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

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You’re still laughing gently, hiding your chewing behind your hand.

“Stop.” You plead, looking across the table at Thor.

Both of you seated on opposite heads of the table. To your left is Loki, smirking with no shame at the stories just relayed. To your right is Brunnhilde, sipping her wine…well, guzzling would be more apt.

She’s teetering left and right, elbow on the table as she shakes her head at Loki across from her.

They lock eyes and Loki scoffs, “Don’t pretend as if you didn’t want to stab him too when you first met him.”

“I never said I didn’t!” She argues, plopping her glass down a little too hard and the glass makes a loud clink that draws everyone’s gaze.

“Why did you want to stab him?” You ask her, reaching for your own glass of regular wine. Thor had promised that you didn’t want to try the Asgardian mix.

“You won’t wake for a week. Trust me, Your Highness.” He’d been super proper, and it was a little annoying, but you understand why he’s being so careful. He wants to impress everyone, especially the two who sit beside him.

To his left sits a woman, absolutely drop dead gorgeous with creamy moon skin and raven hair. She’s certainly one to watch out for as Brunnhilde had said.

She hasn’t smiled once since she gave you a small stiff grin as Thor had introduced you.

Even now she watches you, her hand resting on the table, a little too close to Thor’s hand for comfort.

Her fingers seem to be inching their way towards his and you feel the beginning bite of fangs in your mouth at the thought of her hating you because she wants Thor for herself.

This also makes you sad because you don’t meet women who are as unique as she, but Lady Sif has drawn a line and you find yourself on one side with Thor while she watches from the other, despising your very existence for taking the man she covets.

On Thor’s right is a man with his dark hair in dreads. Beautiful amber eyes stand bright against his dark skin, and the luxurious gray armor he wears, sits pretty on his muscular form. To his own right is a sword, placed between him and Loki.

He looks less amused by the story Loki and Thor just told them but when he meets your gaze, his eyes betray an amusement. Heimdall, protector of the Asgardian borders, has a soft spot for his King and his friends.

“To put it short,” Brunnhilde begins, popping her lips as she lifts her wine to her lips again, eyes locked on Thor. “He’s a bit of a doofus.”

Thor’s burst of booming laughter in infectious and you laugh too, just as Loki, Brunnhilde, and even Heimdall chuckles along gently.

Lady Sif is the only one who doesn’t laugh but merely smiles as she look at Thor as he shakes his head overwhelmed with amusement.

You know what she sees, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes are endearing. The sparkle of his one blue eye. The loveliness of his golden bearded face all stretched into a stunning smile.

“I am not a doofus!” He protests, then clears his throat and taps his fingers against the table as he makes his face as serious as he can manage. “What way is that to speak of your King?”

Brunnhilde throws her head back outrageously tickled by his words.

“You may be my King, but that does not make you any less of a doofus than before you earned your crown.” She throws at him and Thor laughs again, shaking his head as you quietly chuckle with them, loving this exchange and the ease at which they seem to be.

“What about that made you want to stab him?” You ask her, everyone’s gaze drawn to you and Lady Sif’s smile vanishing.

“Well, you’ll just have to wait and see.” Brunnhilde teases. “My condolences. Being married to this buffoon will be a true test of your character.”

Although her words are said as a joke, your heart gives a small lurch as you meet Thor’s gaze again, and this time he holds it, his own face falling a little to only a soft smile as both of you replay the conversation in the hallway once again.

“I’ll just have to try my best.” You tell her, a small shrug of your shoulder. “He seems alright so far. No major red flags. Besides the obvious.”

Thor’s smile is completely gone now, his brow furrowed as he continues to stare at you, his breathing a little deeper. A little more labored.

You’re nervous as you speak, voice shaking a little as your heart pounds and aches.

“What’s that?” Loki asks, also serious suddenly, picking up on the tension between you and Thor.

It might seem like you’re letting it go on too long on purpose, using it to make everyone uncomfortable, but really you just have to find the strength to speak as your nerves begin to get the better of you.

“Well,” You begin, voice still shaking. “I mean, look at him.”

And they all do.

“He’s also been really nice to me.” You admit, because aside from the unanswered question in the hallway, Thor has treated you respectfully, politely, with genuine concern and compassion…so far. “I think the deal was that I’m supposed to marry him and it’s alright if I don’t love him but, how long can I really resist?”

Brunnhilde scoffs, purging the atmosphere for everyone else of what you’re saying allowing them to relax and laugh at your strange way of telling them you find Thor attractive.

“At least your worries about your wife not liking you are assuaged.” Heimdall claps Thor on the shoulder, visibly shaking his body, but Thor’s intense gaze is on you alone.

Swallowing hard, you reach for your wine glass and take a deep drink, so conscious of Thor’s stare.

Dinner goes on just as it began and before long, Thor is back to laughing and chatting while your own attention is given to Loki and Heimdall whenever he remembers something he’s wants to ask.

When all plates are cleaned and glasses sit empty, dinner officially over, Sif turns hard eyes on you.

“So, I hear that you don’t have parents.” The interest is forced. She couldn’t care less about you or your life.

“Yeah,” You nod. “Um, they died a few months after I was born. Plane accident.”

“I’m sorry to hear it.” Heimdall laments kindly.

Beside you, Brunnhilde has her head in her hand, elbow on the table, eyes shut and mouth slightly open.

She’d just been talking so this is new.

“Thank you, but I don’t remember them. My only sorrow comes from never having a family.” You admit. “I grew up in a school—well, really it was an orphanage, but it was run much like a private school with uniforms that the government provided along with a minimal education. I attended until I became a legal adult and my lawyer, came to give me my inheritance.”

“Why weren’t you adopted?” Sif asks, her voice full of well-hidden venom that you can hear only because you know to look for it, her hand is inching towards Thor’s again and while he’s not your husband yet, the urge to stake claim over it is strong.

The way she asks also makes you feel as if she’s waiting to see exactly what is wrong with you. What can she use against you?

You smile, a smirk really, knowing what she’s up to.

You’re not unkind, but you bristle when attacked and Sif is making it easy for you to be defensive.

Searching within yourself for the strength to keep yourself calm, you take a deep breath before you answer.

“I wasn’t a healthy baby. I was sick, all the time. There was even a night my fever became so high that the doctors were sure that I would be left with brain damage. So, they watched me grow, expecting defects, but I got sick less and less the older I got.

“My speech and motor functions were top tier, and my learning capabilities were also fine.”

Everyone is silent, watching you with somber expressions. You’re a little on edge with them paying you such close attention, but this was the point of the dinner. To get to know each other.

“Unfortunately, potential parents were warned about the possible challenges I might face as I grew older, which put many of them off. While they wanted an infant, they didn’t want one that was broken.”

“I’m sorry for their ignorance.” Heimdall offers. “Clearly you grew up to be a lovely woman, but even if you had not, I’m saddened by their lack of compassion.”

You can only smile at him, having come to terms with the facts of your childhood long ago.

“Anyway, that’s why no one adopted me. So, a true family is something I’ve never had. I’m…” You blink, wondering how honest you want to be here. “I think it’s one of the things I’m looking forward to most. After tonight, I’m more convinced than before that this is will be a good environment to build a family. You’re all so nice.”

Loki, Brunnhilde—who’s awake again—and Heimdall are smiling. Lady Sif sits stiffly, her hands pulled onto her lap as she keeps her eyes locked on the empty plate in front of her.

Your heart stutters as you meet Thor’s eyes again. Staring deep into the single blue orb still locked on you.

“As conflicted as my past with the people in this room has been, I promise you, that is the right decision.” Loki assures you, a peaceful smile on his face that somehow comforts any misgivings you’ve been having.

At least about the people you’ll be around daily.

Your conversation with Thor in the hallway is a different matter, and one that you really want to finish.

“Well,” Brunnhilde slaps her hands on the table, rising to her feet with a little sway. “I think that’ enough pleasant conversation for me. I am tired-”

“And drunk.” Loki adds.

“-And that.” She agrees. “I need some sleep. So, Y/N, Your Royal Highness this has truly been a pleasure. I will be by in the morning to see you about wedding arrangements. Not too early though, you know—”

She steps out from in front of her chair, already walking towards the door large double doors.

Heimdall rises too, then Loki, Thor, and Lady Sif.

You stand last, fixing your dress as you do, making sure it isn’t stained. Luckily, it isn’t.

“This has indeed been illuminating.” Heimdall agrees, moving over to you to take your hand and press a chaste kiss to your knuckles. “Your Highness, it has been a true pleasure. I look forward to getting better acquainted with you.”

Loki is smiling, standing by the door but then he turns his eyes on Lady Sif.

“A word, Sif?” She looks at him, freezing beside Thor where she’d already begun to take his arm to pull his attention. “It won’t take long.”

With a sigh, she gives you one look before moving out the door in a huff, Heimdall following. Loki gives Thor a nod, something silent passes between them. With one final nod to you as well, Loki leaves.

“I really am very sorry that Volstagg, Fandral, and Hogun could not join us. Unfortunately, the Warrior’s Three are highly sought throughout the galaxies.” Thor says, moving towards you with calm slow steps. “They should be back for the wedding though.”

“I’m excited to meet them. Everyone was so kind.” You observe. “Well, almost.”

Thor looks confused, stopping just at the corner of the table beside you, his fingers nervously tracing the shape of the edge.

“Seriously? You didn’t notice?” You shake your head, somehow finding it funny. “I think Brunnhilde might be right about you being a doofus.”

Thor laughs once, blows a quick raspberry in denial at your conclusion. “Why do you say that?”

“Thor, Lady Sif hates me.” You point out, it’s so obvious to you and was obvious to Loki too at least.

“No.” Thor shakes his head.

“She kept trying to grab your hand! She kept glaring daggers at me.” You sigh. “She’s in love with you.”

“Sif is like a sister.” Thor tells you, as if this negates her feelings as well.

“She’s still in love with you.”

Thor sighs. “I’ll speak with her.”

“Don’t bother. I think Loki’s beating you to it.”

“Walk with me?” He asks, and your heart goes into sudden arrest.

Fingers nice and tingly, you swallow the lump in your throat. “What?”

“I would like it very much if you walked with me for a while. The night is not over yet, and despite the exhaustion of my court, it’s not actually that late yet. The gardens my people have cultivated for the palace are beautiful. I’d love to show them to you.” He offers his hand, waiting patiently for you to take it but you can only gawk at him.

“Isn’t it cold outside?” You ask, on edge.

Thor drops his hand. “Oh, right. Estrid?”

She’s already waiting by the door, auburn hair looking slightly disheveled.

“Ah, Estrid.” Thor smiles, big dopey grin on his face. “Oh, your hair…”

He gestures and she quickly fixes it.

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty.” She gasps.

“No, no. Just looked funny.” He eases her, and she calms instantly, smiling bashfully. “Can you fetch Her Highness a jacket?”

Estrid turns and rushes from the room but returns only seconds later with a long navy cloak. It isn’t a jacket, but it will match your dress nicely.

“That’s not a jacket.” You observe, feeling self-conscious.

Thor takes it from her and holds it open for you. There’s a clasp around the throat that will sit against your collarbone. “It’s a cloak. It’ll keep you just as warm as a jacket.”

You turn for him and he slips it over your shoulders, holding it until you turn to face him then he quickly fastens the clasp.

“Better?” He checks, fixing it around you.

You can’t find your voice to answer. Heart is racing. Damn him. This isn’t going to work if he keeps being sweet.

He offers you his arm and you hesitate, timidly wrapping your hand around the lower part of his large bulky bicep again.

“Wonderful.” He smiles wide. “Estrid, Her Highness will be in later, please prepare her bedroom so that she might go to sleep as soon as we return.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” She curtsies quickly then turns and rushes out to get your room ready.

“She doesn’t have to do that.” You tell him, turning to watch her flee. “I can make my own bed and stuff.”

“It’s her job.” Thor tells you. “Will you take it from her?”

You think about it carefully, and despite the fact that Thor is a warrior and has travelled around the world sleeping in terrible places with no comforts at times, you understand in this moment that having servants is something he’s used to.

“No.” You realize and make a mental note to let these people do their work without putting up too much of a fight.

Thor leads you off down a side door into another dark wooden hallway with beautiful cobbled floors beneath your feet with a long carpet running its length. No one seems to be walking around in this hallway which makes you think it’s more secluded.

“Did David tell you I like flowers?” You check, wondering how much information Thor has about you.

“No? I didn’t know that though. That makes this even better.” He realizes.

You lapse into silence, hand trembling around his bicep as your mind replays the last two hours, picking apart every moment, every word shared, and every lingering look Thor had given you.

“Did you enjoy dinner?” Thor asks, his voice much lower, quieter.

It’s an intimate volume and it startles you, giving you a little bit of a delay in your response.

You meet his eyes and he’s staring right at you, soft smile stretched across his lips. It’s more a peaceful expression, calming.

And yet, it has the opposite effect on you, and you gasp a little as you catch your breath. Your heart is pounding through your ribcage.

“It was good.” You nod, looking towards the large stone archway up ahead. One of the doors stands open, the Norwegian night beyond.

You can see a splash of beautiful green beyond and can already hear the soft tinkling of flowing water from what is probably a fountain.

“And the conversation?” He asks, tilting his head to one side as he gives it better thought. “Aside from Sif.”

“They were all super nice, Thor.” You smile, honestly grateful to Loki, Brunnhilde, and Heimdall for their warm welcome. “I wish Lady Sif had been more open. She’s been fighting at your side for a long time, right?”

“She has.” Thor nods, as the two of you break through the doorway and you’re greeted with an elegant garden larger than even the circular room you’d first met with Thor in.

Your jaw drops and you stop walking, gaping at the collection of flora and fauna each piece delicately pruned and cared for. There are certainly several small fountains, dark gray with small underwater lights to provide the garden with diffused illumination.

Despite the chilly night, the garden makes you feel warm with flowers of every color. Roses in white and red, lilies with stunning white, carnations in pink, wine, cream, yellow, and purple. Throughout the roses are smaller pink flowers you don’t know but they’re adorable and the fragrance in this garden is intoxicating.

“Wow.” You whisper.

“You like it?” Thor asks, smiling a little wider as he waits for you to take your long look.

“It’s beautiful.” You nod.

“Come.” He pulls you along gently, urging you to walk again.

You follow, your hand sturdier around his arm. “Do you like gardens too?”

Thor nods. “My mother used to cherish her garden. When we arrived, it was the first thing I had commissioned. They were finished building it before they even finished the palace.”

“She passed?” You wonder, looking up at the echo of sadness in his eyes.

“A while ago.” Thor nods. “I miss her counsel. She was always the voice of reason and logic in my life.”

“I’m sorry.” You offer, hoping it’s a comfort.

You reach up with your other hand, wrapping it around his arm too.

He looks down at you, eyes searching, confused? But his smile never wavers. “Thank you.”

The two of you lapse into silence again, you busy looking at every flower you pass in admiration, Thor lost in thought.

“I’m going to miss my herb garden.” You lament with a sigh.

“You had an herb garden?” Thor wonders, turning his attention back to you.

“Just a small one. I only had some rosemary and thyme. I wanted to grow some mint, parsley, basil, and dill but I didn’t get the chance.”

Thor stops walking, gently shakes his arm to make your hand slide down along his forearm. As it falls, you takes hold of it.

You’re startled, but you don’t pull away, your mind devouring the information you can gleam from this moment as quickly as it can.

His hand is warm. No…it’s hot. Like he’s had it shut for a long time. The skin is a little rough, calloused, but not uncomfortable. You can just imagine the battles he must have fought. His hand is so big. Fingers wrapped softly around yours. He gives it a squeeze and you feel it in your core that this isn’t going at all how you planned.

You almost want to run to your room and hide under your blankets with the speed at which you can feel yourself dropping your guard to him.

The plan had been to marry him, never love him, and live your life as best you can and probably take a lover at some point. You should be able to love too.

But it isn’t supposed to be Thor. You’re not supposed to fall for him.

You remind yourself of his refusal to be honest with you. You remind yourself that his heart is already given and accepted. Jane loves him too, even if she won’t marry him to prevent him from marrying someone else.

You can understand why she can’t give up her life to take on this one. It’s a lot to ask of anyone.

It helps you grasp onto reality, to remember the conversation before dinner and his inability to commit to honesty when It comes to Jane.

“I have something to show you.” He tells you and pulls you down the length of the garden until you reach a greenhouse.

Thor releases your hand and throws the doors open before holding his hand out for you to take again.

You do, and he pulls you into the narrow but long space. Each side is lined with planter boxes, each box holds a different herb, including all of the ones you mentioned before, and some you have never seen before.

“What is this?” You gasp, reaching for a particularly strange one in a deep blue, almost black color.

“It’s the Asgardian version of lavender.” He tells you, placing his other hand over the one you’re reaching out for it with. “But it stings a little for humans to touch with bare hands. There are garden glove in the box by the door if you want to cut some for your room later. It smells wonderful. My mother used to keep some on her desk.”

“I can take some?” You gasp, turning to look up at him and he’s standing so damn close, you shrink in surprise.

“Of course.” He smiles at you, “This is your home now. Anything in these gardens is yours to have.”

He’s so fucking nice! You hate him.

You’re too stunned by his proximity to speak, hands twitching under his own. He seems to realize what’s got you tongue-tied because he takes a step and one hand back but keeps hold of the other.

“I wanted to talk with you, it’s why I’ve brought you here.” He pulls you along, and you give the herb garden one final look before he shuts the doors and moves back towards the center of the garden.

There you find several white marble benches around a small manmade pond, surrounded by more flowers.

Thor leads you to one of these benches, then extends a hand towards it so that you’ll sit.

You do, nervous suddenly as he sits beside you, taking his hand back for the first time since he began to show you the garden.

“You’re making me nervous.” You admit, your mouth moving before you can stop it. Anxious is not a good state for you.

“No.” He assures you, shaking his head, full of concern. “No, please don’t be nervous. I only wanted to continue our conversation from before dinner.”

“Oh.” You nod, expecting to be denied the honesty you want.

How will you use his refusal to do it as an excuse to not fall for him if he agrees to it?

“You’re right.” He nods, turning in the seat to face you a little better, your body mirroring his.

“I am?”

“Yes.” He takes a long deep breath. “After everything that was said during dinner, after watching my friends meet with you and get to know you, I realize that you’re right in what you say. I am asking a lot from you. More than I care to admit.”

Your mouth is suddenly dry.

“Did you mean what you said?” He whispers, a trace amount of uncertainty in his deep voice.

“What did I say?” You ask, voice not as quiet but still a little breathless.

“About falling for me?”

“Oh.” Your brain goes fuzzy and your heart is probably going to burst through your chest like in that one horror movie you watched as a kid.

“Truth is, I chose you because you were different.” He nods. “Not, different from regular humans. Most of them are very much like you, which is great. I love humans. But compared to the other ladies that came to meet for this purpose, I…if I’d wanted someone who would turn a blind eye while I and Jane continued to see each other, then I should have chosen one of them.

“They knew what was expected, as did you, but I didn’t consider how the difference in you would affect your own responses.”

“Are you saying you don’t want me anymore?” You ask timidly, feeling a rush of emotions all mixing together, turning into confusion.

You’re almost happy that he doesn’t want you anymore. You won’t have to marry him and deal with Jane and a life of standing by watching him be with someone else while the world thinks you’re together.

Another part of you, the part that’s already out of your control—even though you’ll never admit it—can’t help but feel depressed that he’ll be married to someone else.

“No!” Thor rushes to assure you, sliding over closer so that he can take your hand again, his knee touching yours. “No, that’s not at all what I’m saying. What I’m saying is that I understand what you meant. I know why you were upset. I’m sorry that I did not consider this whole thing more carefully from your perspective.”

You feel a wave of relief and know you’re screwed. It’s already too late.

“But I need you to answer my question.” He says.

Your eyes go wide at the audacity of this man as you laugh because it’s so funny of him to need that of you when he couldn’t return the favor before. “You didn’t answer mine!”

He smiles, chuckling. “Answer mine first.”

As you consider him, blue eye staring at you with no restraint for the way his gaze makes you feel, your mood grows somber, all traces of your laugh gone.

“Yes.” You sigh. “I’ve never been in love before.”

You shrug.

“And it’s not like you’re not…I mean…You know damn well what you look like.” You growl.

Thor laughs, throwing his head back.

“And then you come in with that voice and you’re not rude or…I mean, you were a little mean with the whole asking me to put up with being married and having no love in it. Like, I get that it might be normal for royals or whatever, but I’m not really royal. I haven’t lived in a palace with servants and a crown on my head.

“I grew up in an orphanage with no friends. No one has ever loved me. My parents loved me, I think, but they died and no one has cared about me like that since. Even now, the only person on my side is David, and I know he only stuck around because he felt bad for me. He’s also getting paid by my estate, so…there’s that.

“I’m not asking you to love me. I know that you love someone else, but I was only asking for you to be open with me about it. If you want to meet Jane, fine. Meet her. But do it somewhere that I can’t see. Do it but tell me that’s where you’ll be so that even if rumors fly in my ear that Thor is meeting with his mistress, it won’t hurt as much. It won’t make me feel as stupid, because I already know that’s where you are.”

Thor’s hand over yours grows tighter, his face lamenting for who knows what reason, because you’re not in his head but you can see that he feels bad which is stupid and you hate him for it because it means he cares.

You only just met him but with every passing moment in his presence, you fall more and more. It’s not love yet. You know that. It can’t be a crush because you know him too well. You like him. You’ll admit that.

“To answer your question more clearly,” You take a deep breath, exhaling quickly to wipe away the excess of emotion that surged forward suddenly. “Yes. I meant it. I don’t love you now, but I think I could.”

Thor nods, looking down at your hand, turning it over in his own.

The silence feels endless! He won’t speak, but his thumb keeps caressing your hand and you kinda wanna bite him for it.

“If my mother were here, she’d be disappointed in me. She’d tell me that I should let go of Jane. She met her, and while she liked her but…We are clearly moving along different paths and as much as I love her, she is not the one for me. Not anymore. My mother would definitely think so.

“I think she would have really liked you.” He admits, and his words give you comfort. “She would have called me a fool to pass up such a sweet and level-headed woman.”

“I’m not that level-headed.” You confess. “I’ve got anxiety issues sometimes.”

Thor smiles.

“I think she would have been right.”

Wait, is he saying what you think he’s saying?

“I will talk with Jane tomorrow to…to break things off. It won’t be the first time for us to part ways and I think in the long run it will be better for us both.”

“Thor, you don’t have to-”

“But I do.” He nods, meeting your eyes. “I need to let go of my past to embrace my future. And that’s you and New Asgard. It’s my people.”

“I want this marriage to work.” He continues. “I chose you and I meant that choice. Out of all the women I met, your picture of an ideal marriage was the closest to mine. It would make me happy to live that life with you.”

You’re breathless, chest heaving as you struggle to find a coherent thought.

Thor seems to realize that you’re struggling because he places your hand on your lap, tapping it gently before scooting back a little to give you space.

He’s so fucking massive! How is it possible that this is seriously your life? This God will be your husband. You’re going to have his kids?!

Your cheeks burn, neck burns, ears burn, legs suddenly clenched together as the fear from before runs quickly through your mind.

They’d wanted a maiden and they got one. Will he talk about it with you later? You can’t bear to talk about it now. You’re too embarrassed and overwhelmed by what he’s saying.

“So,” He starts, rising to his feet to tower over you. Then he falls, gliding gently onto one knee before reaching into his pants to pull from his pocket a small brown pouch.

He opens it, turns it over, and into his hand tumbles a shining silver ring.

“I chose this before I knew you liked flowers but now that I know, it makes me glad I picked it.” He smiles, “It just made me think of you when I went searching so, I hope you like it.”

He grabs it with two fingers, pinching the thin band delicately to hold it upright so that you can see the stunning design. A round diamond rests in the middle, shining brilliantly at the center of what looks like a lotus flower made of smaller diamonds filling its leaves.

You hate him because you absolutely love this ring. You love the sight of him on his knee in front of you. You love the way he scoots closer so that he can hold your hand easier as he gently straightens it and presses the ring to the tip of your finger.

“Will you marry me, Y/N? Will you be my Queen?” He asks, and you’re so silent, he grows visibly nervous. “Please?”

You laugh at the hitch in his voice, the plea there.

“Yes, stupid.” You laugh again.

He chuckles as he slips the ring on your finger, then after a moment of hesitation, he hooks his hand behind your neck and pulls you down to meet his lips.

Eyes wide, heart stopped, you freeze as hot lips fry your nervous system.

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One And The Same

Chapter 5

It’s been a crazy few weeks and I’m so sorry this update is so late! September is probably the busiest month in my life. Anywho, I’m still trying to figure out the whole ‘masterlist’ deal, so so if anyone wouldn’t mind helping me, I’d really appriciate it! I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

Warnings: mentions of abuse, swearing, arguing, and shitty writing...I think that’s it?

Word Count: 1,702

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The days leading up to the Stark Expo were intense. Not just because Anna couldn’t calm her nerves, but also because Anna and Steve couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. Between the team and Sharon giving Steve a hard time and Anna having an even harder time balancing her personal and work life, they both needed a release. They had lasted a day and a half before Steve pulled Anna into his office, dressed in full Captain America attire, and fucked her on his desk. Anna started back to staying at her place, but it didn’t help much of anything. Even with the threat of Jared, she needed to stay away from Steve.

Like they both swore to themselves the first time it happened; it was just sex. Steve couldn’t see himself settling down with a girl like Anna, and Anna didn’t want to settle down with a guy like Steve. Still, neither of them were actively looking for anyone else. They both took solace in knowing that no one could wear the other out like they did each other.

When Friday finally came, Anna breathed a little bit easier. In her mind, once they caught the Shamen Brothers, the tension would go away and her and Steve would be free of each other. The problem? The Shamen Brothers never showed up. There had been little commotion for the weekend, concerning the Expo and it had put the whole team on edge. That was almost 3 weeks ago.

“I’m telling you,” Anna started for the 5th time “they’re waiting for something. All the signs were there and they had every opportunity to strike. Something else is coming.” she sighed, starting to pick at her nails.

She couldn’t help but feel like Jared had a part in all of it. He had seen her and if Steve hadn’t pulled her down, he would have shot and probably killed her. He had to be the reason there was delay in whatever the brothers were planning. A slow kill.

She sighed in frustration, running her fingers through her hair “do we have anymore sightings or activities from them since a few weeks ago?”

“Sadly no, they’re pretty good at hiding, I’ll give them that.” Nat sighed, frustration apparent.

Anna opened her mouth to say something, but her phone started buzzing. She took one look and got up from the table. “I’ve gotta take this, I’ll be back in a minute.” she said simply, before rushing out of the meeting room in the compound and stepping outside. “Cindy, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Everything is fine here.”

“Are you back home with him?”

“Anna don’t-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Anna whisper yelled. “He has put his hands on the both of you multiple times, and you still go back to him?!”

“Isn’t this the pot calling the kettle black?” Cindy shot back.

“That’s fucking different. I left and I didn’t have a fucking child. Jesus, don’t give a shit about yourself if you don’t want, but Amelia doesn’t deserve this.” Anna growled back. It then dawned on her that the sliding glass door wasn’t closed all the way, and Steve could probably hear the whole damn thing. She turned around to close the door, and saw him staring right at her. ‘Great.’

“Don’t okay? You know I love my daughter-”

“Then fucking leave! Are you trying to end up like mom?! When she finally got the nerve to leave, she got killed. Is that what you want? For some stranger or for Jeff to kill you?? And then what? Amelia gets left with him?!”

“Please stop.” Cindy sobbed out.

Anna sighed and closed her eyes to hold back her own tears. “I’m sorry, that was too far.”

“I love Amelia with all of my heart. You know that. I’m just trying to give her something we never had; a stable family. I have to try and make this work.”

“You and Jules…I swear to God. Cindy, by staying with him, you’re giving her almost everything that we had.”

“it’s not always bad, Anna. He loves us, he just gets a little out of control sometimes.”

“Cindy, one time was too many times.”

“I’ll figure it out,” Cindy sobbed, dismissing the conversation “dad is in one of his moods.”

“He’s always in one of his fucking moods.”

“He said he’s not going and he isn’t giving up the keys to the boat.”

“I don’t care if he comes or not, it’s better that he doesn’t come. As for those keys, I’ll get them. I bought him the fucking thing.”

“Anna, he’s mad at you. Another in-home aide quit. He slapped her ass multiple times and made obscene gestures. After apologizing profusely and begging the nurse not to press charges, I asked him why he keeps being so fucking problematic and he said that he shouldn’t have some stranger in his house taking care of him, it’s your job because family is supposed to take care of family.”

“Fucking bastard.” Anna muttered, bawling her fists.

“Anna-”

“I’m going to take care of it. We will be on that boat tomorrow and Amelia will have a wonderful birthday.” Anna huffed, trying to calm herself down. “I have to get back, but please call me if you need me. I will come tonight if I have to.”

“I know you will and I love you. I really do.”

“I love you too. I’ll see you soon.” Anna stated sincerely, before hanging up.

She took a deep breath and shook her head. Her day was almost over and she would be able to go home and sit in peace. She’d deal with her father and her sister’s husband tomorrow. For the time being, she just needed to get through the rest of her work day. As she made her way back inside and to the meeting area, she tried to look as composed as possible, but Steve saw right through it. His gaze on her was stern and curious. ‘If you’d learn to mind your own business, you’d have nothing to wonder about right now.’ she thought to herself.

At the end of the meeting, Anna reminded everyone that she had taken the weekend off, so if they needed her she’d try to get back to them as soon as she could.

“Tell your niece happy birthday.” Bucky smiled at Anna, as they headed out of the meeting room.

Anna raised her eyebrow, completely lost.

“Jules told me she was excited to see you this weekend. That you’d be going down for your nieces birthday.”

“How did…?”

“Text.” Bucky smiled sheepishly, and Anna couldn’t help smile back.

It was cute. Wrong but cute.

“Just be careful there, Buck.” Anna smiled, before heading to her room to grab a few things. She huffed in frustration when the door to her room closed. “What Steve?”

“What aren’t you telling us?”

“Can you stay out of my conversations for just one day? One fucking day!” she yelled, glaring at him. Steve sunk into himself a little, she did have a point. “Steve, just don’t fucking worry about it.”

“Anna, if it’s something that can help or harm the team-”

“You know I wouldn’t put the team in danger, not even you. Drop it.”

“Are you in danger?” he asked sincerely. That made Anna freeze.

“I’m a big girl, Steve. I’ll be okay.” she said softly, giving him a small smile. “I’ve gotta go, I’ll see you Monday.” she said before brushing past him.

He had never phrased the question that way and it threw her off. ‘Since when does he care?’ was the question that kept playing over and over on her way home. Their sexual relationship hadn’t progressed to anything. Yeah, he came over sometimes, but he never slept over. There were no ��sweet nothings” whispered during or after and there were no stolen glances. Just lustful and dirty sex.

She sighed, walking into her tiny apartment, and started packing for the weekend. As hectic as the next day was going to be, she was excited to go home and see her niece and sister. At some point, she knew she’d have to talk to Jules about Bucky. While Jules, deserved a lot better than her shitty husband, Bucky deserved a lot more than being strung along. Once everything was all packed, she pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels and poured herself a tall glass. Yeah, things were hectic, but she’d been through worse. She was in the middle of un-tucking her shirt, when she heard a hard knock on her door.

‘What the hell does he want?’ Anna thought, walking down the little steps and opening her front door.

“I was wondering when we’d have some time alone together.” he sinister voice said, before everything went black.

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Ghost Mansion Chapter 10: Doctor’s Visit

Sinclair had only been to the clinic a few times, for medical reasons anyway. It was a rather large room with white walls and light blue curtains covering the large window on the back of the room. On the right and left side of the rooms were doors leading to Dr. Roth and Lola’s rooms respectively. On the left side of the room were a chaotic and disordered desk and three hospital beds, each with its own privacy curtain between them. The right side of the room contained a rather neat and orderly desk. There were also several chairs, although they were filled with various stacks of paperwork and books. There was also a counter space that was equally messy with a sink and a few cabinets overhead, each labeled. Sinclair knew that was Lola’s work, Dr. Roth was a bit of a scatterbrain.

Speaking of Dr. Roth, she seemed unaware of Sinclair’s presence in the room as she typed away on her typewriter. Everyone in the mansion had offered her a computer but she argued that she preferred the typewriter. She had said that her grandfather had been a ‘famous’ author and she loved to watch him type.

Sinclair cleared their throat and it seemed to surprise the doctor.

“Oh!” She jumped in her seat and swiveled her head in their direction. Her eyes were widened and her body was slightly rigid, but she relaxed once she saw who it was.

“Ah, Sinclair! You scared me!” The doctor exclaimed as she placed her hand over where her heart would have been.

Sinclair laughed slightly, “Didn’t mean to spook ya, doc. You seemed a little preoccupied though, you didn’t even hear me come in.”

“Yes, I do seem to zone into things when I do them don’t I?” She smiled and her skin stretched slightly. Half of her face was warped and the skin was leathery. Her eyelid had been spared but the skin under her eyes had been pulled taught and stretched her face. Her right nostril was been distorted and was pushed in. Her right ear had fused to her head, resulting in some hearing loss. She had only small patches of hair remaining on the right side of her head. She did have some hair on her left side that was singed and short that hung just below her ear.

Dr.Roth didn’t shy away from details of her past or her death. In fact, she was one of the most open people at the mansion. It was something Sinclair had admired about and was jealous of. She had openly told others of how she died if they had asked. She had been a surgeon at a hospital that was in a less than desirable neighborhood. She had been trying to help a patient from the local prison. Unfortunately, he ended up getting out of his handcuffs while police officers tried to break out a fight in the other room. Dr. Roth struggled with him but ultimately was knocked unconscious. When she came to, she had been handcuffed to the bed and couldn’t move. The man was later found out to be a convicted arsonist and ended up setting the hospital on fire. Unable to escape, Dr.Roth was burned to death.

She always had a faraway look in her eyes when she talked about the hospital like she was picturing every detail of it in her head. But despite everything, she was a very happy go, lucky person, most of the time, unless she was in one of her moods. Thankfully she wasn’t.

“Anywho!” Dr. Roth exclaimed, “How are you today?”

Before Sinclair could answer the doctor quickly cut them off, “Well I guess since you're here, you’re probably not doing very well!” She laughed.

Sinclair laughed a bit, “You’re not wrong doc.”

She escorted Sinclair to the row of chairs on the other side of the room before she cleaned up some of the piles of papers from a chair and mentioned from Sinclair to sit, “Well Come Come! Let’s see what we have here!”

Sinclair sat down and the doctor settled into her own seat as well. Sinclair rolled up their sleeve, and only winced a bit as they revealed their wound. Ectoplasm slightly oozed from the wound but was less intense than it was earlier. Dr.Roth got closer to inspect it but tsked, “Ah that's a nasty one!”

She examined the wound as best she could, “Well Sinclair you’re probably going to be needing stitches.”

“Yeah, I figured as much. They got me pretty good.”

Dr.Roth hummed in acknowledgment as she got up to grab some supplies, “Quite odd for you to be here. I don’t see you in here often. What happened?”

Sinclair scoffed, “We were trying to secure a new soul for residency, and...let’s just say they’re a bit aggressive.”

“Ah, yes. I was informed of the situation. Their file gave some interesting details.”

“Really? We must have got some very different files then. Ours had jack shit in it,“ Sinclair shook their head at the clear lack of communication.

“Ah, well my file did have quite a few descriptions of hostility and aggression. Guess they forgot to inform you about that it seems,” Dr.Roth had gathered their supplies and began to clean the infected area.

Sinclair barely flinched as she cleaned their wound, “Yeah, it would have been really helpful,” they replied grumpily.

Dr.Roth laughed and steadied Sinclair’s arm as she prepared to stitch, “Alright you may feel a slight pinch-”

Suddenly someone opened the door to the infirmary. Both Dr.Roth’s and Sinclair’s heads snapped towards the door as Atlas stumbled in trying to hold up the still chained and unconscious figure. He notices the pair looking at him and sheepishly asks, “Uh, a little help?”

Sinclair went to stand up to help but Dr.Roth stopped them, “No you’re wounded and you are not going to injure yourself further!”

Sinclair huffed but sat down, “Fine.”

Dr.Roth sat her tools down before helping Atlas get the figure into a bed.

After maneuvering them around they finally got them on the bed. Dr.Roth grunted, “So this is the one that did that to Sinclair?”

Atlas snickered as Sinclair shot him a ‘look’, “Yeah it is. Never seen Sinclair get their ass kicked like that before.”

Sinclair groaned and leaned their head on their unwounded arm, “Pffft, whatever.”

“Alright,” Dr.Roth began, “I assume Madam Pierce instructed you to bring her here?”

“Her?” Sinclair and Atlas said at the same time.

“Well yes, she is a female. It says so in her file,” Dr.Roth explained.

“Not in our file it didn’t!” Atlas exclaimed.

“Yeah, apparently she got a much more detailed file than we did, including how aggressive and reactive they…. I mean she is.”

“Really?!”

“I suppose I did,” Dr.Roth laughed, “Anyway, I suppose I should prepare to examine her,” She turned to Sinclair, “I’ll have Lola come in and finish your stitches in the meantime.”

Sinclair’s head perked up at Lola’s name and Atlas gave a low wolf whistle to which Sinclair ‘glared’ at him whilst Dr.Roth laughed. It was quite evident that Sinclair was rather fond of Lola.

Going over to her intercom on her desk, she pressed a small button and said into the speaker, “Lola, dear, would you please here?”

No response was heard but a door on the right opened and revealed Lola. She was a very sweet girl despite being mute. She was a rather shy and neat girl, but she loved helping others. She never revealed much about herself except that she had been a nurse, not unlike the hospital Dr. Roth worked at. She did have a disdain for the much more boisterous residence, however. It was a wonder how she put up with Dr.Roth and her scatterbrained nature.

Lola wore a surgical mask over most of her face. While her face was covered you could see the corner of her eyes crinkle as she smiled and gave a small wave to Atlas.

She stood silently before pointing to the woman in bed as if asking a question.

Dr.Roth shook her head, “I’m actually going to have you finish Sinclair’s stitches while I examine Miss…” She trailed off before grabbing her folder, “Ah, yes Miss Owens.”

Atlas and Sinclair made eye contact but said nothing, they had seen the photographs but...after all this time?

Dr.Roth cleared her throat, “Well Atlas if you’d like to stay you could always hold Sinclair,”

Sinclair crossed their arms and huffed, “No.”

Atlas laughed, “I think I'm good.”

Lola had gathered the supplies and sat down next to Sinclair. She pulled a small pad of paper and pen from her scrub pocket and wrote something down.

At her presence, Sinclair unfolded their arms and sat up straight before replying to her quietly under their breath.

Lola seemed to give a silent laugh at their statement.

Atlas made eye contact with Dr. Roth and they both smiled and shook their heads at the pair.

“I’m gonna go, Madam Pierce wanted to talk to me after I dropped her off, “ Atlas said as he approached the door.

Dr.Roth had walked over and stood over her newest patient while looking at her notes. She looked at Atlas, “Alright, see you around, Atlas.”

Atlas nodded, “You too, doc,”

Before Atlas left she called out to him with a wicked smile on her face as she held a needle in her hands, “Oh Atlas!”

He turned and visibly paled at the sight of the needle, it made his skin crawl. He gave a weak reply, “Y-yeah?”

Dr. Roth gave a devious smile as she held the needle up high, “Do be careful, we wouldn’t want you to end up here.”

Atlas gulped and laughed nervously, “Hehe yeah…” He then opened the door and practically bolted out of the room.

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The Seduction Game- Dean Winchester And Klaus Mikaelson Chapter One

Dean Winchester x Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

Warnings: Explicit language. Lots of it. (lol, what’s new) slightly Jealous!Dean

Disclaimers: I don’t own any SPN or TVD/TO characters/plots mentioned.

Word Count: 2,923 words

A/n: Hey guys....I’m back and well, I know in my “farewell” letter I said I was gonna update completely different stories, and I will, but I’ve decided to make a mini-series inspired by @sherlockedtash88‘s suggestion. Well, technically, I still need to do that one, but this rooted from the rough draft of that one so yeah... I’ve just been really inspired with new stories and if I’m being honest I’m sort of stuck on somee other ones, but I promise it’ll all eventually work out! Anywho... Here it is~ Tell me what you think about this lil’ crossover and if I should continue it please!

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“I can’t fucking believe Sam actually convinced made me to go through with this shit,” you growl to yourself through the door, secretly hoping Dean would hear your low grumbles, hear how displeased having to do this made you. And to your twisted pleasure, it’s clear he did when you hear his harsh knocks on the door, startling you so much you stumble back on your excessively tall heels.

“Would you come out already? God fucking dammit Y/n, it ain’t that big of a deal. It’s just a fucking dress,” Dean snaps back, clearly exasperated beyond belief.

You growl, tugging at the long dress with a disgusted frown. “Oh bite me, Winchester. You try and wear this shit then, fucking asshole.”

Suffices to say: you weren’t a dress gal. Growing up a hunter really left no room for a woman to be anything but a bit of a tomboy. And you had to admit, the heels and dress weren’t that bad. Simply...not you.

You hastily throw the door open, revealing yourself to the older Winchester after nearly an hour of nonstop banter. Not that it was anything new either. Dean Winchester certainly had a way of getting under your skin like a microscopic parasite.

You continue to tug at the dress, looking down the barely-tall heels it was completely concealing with pure disdain.

“Do you realize how fucking hard it is to walk in the monstrosities? Oh! And to top it all off, Sam decided to ever so conveniently break his arm and now I have to go with-” just as you start a whole new rant, your eyes land on Dean dressed from head to toe in a tuxedo and the words completely die in your throat, your breath hitching. You’d be a lying bastard if you said you weren’t completely gobsmacked by his appearance.

I mean, you were well aware the eldest Winchester was attractive, but Goddamn, today he looked straight up delicious. From his broad shoulders to his slim waist, a tight-fitting dress shirt hugged him nicely underneath a black satin dinner jacket which gripped onto his prominent biceps charmingly. The dress pants clung to his bowed legs like they were made for them and you found it extremely hard not to let the shock you truly felt flash across your face. You refused to let him see the effect this outfit had on you.

Dean, returning the favor, of course, scoped you out subtly, attempting to remain indifferent, but you could see the shock in his infuriatingly bright green eyes. It made your heart flutter with wicked pleasantry and you suppress the roguish grin insistingly tugging at your lips with all your might. You wanted to think that was it, wanted to believe that a part of you, a part of your heart, wasn’t dancing in giddy delight as of now. But that would be a big lie.

His eyes trailed over your entire body, exposed back, plunging v-neck, perfectly-styled hair, glamorous makeup. His gaze was hungry, yes, but there was something else in there too...something soft... And even though you wished you’d missed the action, you watch, breath stolen, as he tugs his plump bottom lip in between his teeth when his eyes meet yours.

Your gaze flicker to his mouth and you’re sure he can see the sudden desire flooding through your body at the very instant. And anger. Because even though you wore high heels, he was still taller than you. Because even though you fought back and forth like a cat and dog, you couldn’t imagine a world without him in it. Because acting like you hated him back was better than letting the walls around your heart down just to be stomped on by him. Because he hated you and if he got the chance to hurt you over it, he probably would.

You break the electrifying silence with an embarrassingly raspy snap. “Are you going to stare at me all day or are we going to actually, ya’ know, go?” He seems to snap out of it and releases his lip, shaking his head lightly. The look of lust leaves him in a split second and he’s resorted to glaring holes into your head as you speedwalk away from him, trying really hard not to fall on your face as your legs wobble imperceptibly beneath you.

Dean snorts behind you. “I was just observing you for the safety hazards. You know, like wearing heels so ridiculously high you can’t even walk properly in them. God, Y/n, you look like a newborn fawn.”

You simply flip him off over your shoulder, attempting to push away the blush spreading rapidly on your face.

The car ride to Mystic Falls is filled with tension and you wonder if it’s because Sam isn’t here to lighten the mood or if it’s this way for some other reason.

“And you want me to bait a filthy rich vampire for what reason again?” You look over at Dean from the passenger seat, brows furrowed.

Dean sighs, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. “Because Y/n, Jake said he’s got a thing for pretty, young, tough girls.” He gestures loosely to you.

You smirk at his words and he glances at you every other second, taking his eyes off the road with a weird look. “What’re you doing, smiling at like that?”

You wiggle your brows at him. “You think I’m pretty and tough.”

He glares at you. “No, I don’t.” He sounds so indignant yet childish, it takes up all your strength not to burst out into hysterics.

You chuckle lightly, turning your gaze back to the window. “Oh, I think you really do.”

He growls beside you in frustration. “Will you just shut the hell up?”

You chuckle silently at his demeanor, finding it beyond amusing. “Now, what’d be the fun in that?”

The ball was in full swing when you guys arrived at the luxurious mansion, a classical music band playing loudly in the background of the elegant place and dozens of guests mingling, glasses of sparkling champagne held lightly in their soft, uncalloused hands.

You gawk at the mere beauty of the place, from its high ceilings to the huge spiraling staircases wrapping around the sides of the big room and connecting to another floor. Everything was made of marble and spotless, gold intricate designs lined every wall.

Dean goes to take care of your invitations which you had deprived some other guest the pleasure of, and you stand by the doorway, over your initial shock and in search of your target.

Your eyes trail over the entire space, desperately searching for the man Dean had shown you in a picture.

No not him. Not him. Definitely not him. And...holy shit.

Your shoulders immediately rise to straighten out your back and your lips part at the sight of the tall, lean man that stood a few feet away from you. It’s him. And he is...positively handsome, much more alluring than the picture had shown him to be. Messy light brown hair, strikingly mischevious blue eyes, and-

You quickly turn your head away when his gaze suddenly clashes with yours. And in that split second you can see his face contort into the same as yours when your eyes had landed on him and his eyes hold a light of a mix of shock and curiosity.

Your eyes are still on the ground when goosebumps begin rising on your skin and you feel a dark gaze burning into you. Warily, you raise your head to see where the eyes were coming from and just as you had suspected, he was looking at you, only this time, he was prepared to give you a full-blown smirk. And Goddamn was that smirk sexy as hell.

Your breath hitches with something you can’t really explain spreading on your chest like wildfire, but you refuse to look away, refuse to show him any weakness. So holding his intense gaze, you offer him a small, dry smile. Sarcastic to the extent that you were sure he could tell without that abrupt disconnecting of gazes you did afterward to clue him in.

You could see his startled expression out of the corner of your eye and a smirk began creeping up your lips. You didn’t allow it to settle there though, intent on keeping up the act: he couldn’t feel that you had any interest or he would see you as an easy win and would therefore not be attracted enough to lure him out and chop his head off.

He liked his women strong and playing hard to get always worked in your experience. Except with Dean, your mind annoyingly reminds.

You push the thought away, or well- more like, shove it away along with the light tingles on your skin due to Klaus’s hot gaze.

Suddenly, an arm loops through yours and you jump, startled and ready to take the fucker who’d just dared touch you without permission down. “It’s just me sweetheart, keep walking,” Dean whispers in your ear. You shiver in the tiniest at his warm breath fanning the shell of your ear, but kick him discreetly in the shin, ignore his yelp, and tug him with you down that steps near the entrance.

Dean grunts. “You’re fucking impossible Y/l/n.”

You grin up at him, chin held defiantly high in the air. “You just noticed that?”

Dean offers a -what you can only describe as sarcastic- smile and clicks his tongue. “No, actually. You’ve always been a pain in my ass, it just got bigger as time progressed.”

You scoff, settling for a dark corner in the far end of the room and taking two tall glasses of champagne off a tray from a nearby waiter. “Here,” you pass one to Dean, who takes it, brings it up to his nose and sniffs it. Then he shoves it away with a disgusted frown. “Hell no.”

You roll your eyes. “Dean, drink the fucking champagne and try not to look so...basic, we have a job to do and people to convince.” You wave a dismissive hand his way and sip your champagne lightly, loving the way the cold liquid slid down your throat effortlessly.

Dean smiles sardonically once more and puts his glass on a passing waiter’s tray. “I may be basic, sweetheart, but at least I don’t act like I have a fuckin’ log shoved up my ass.”

You groan, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You know what? Whatever. We have a case to work and you’re being an ass.” Your tone turns stern, strict and businesslike. “Now; what’s the target’s name again?”

Dean huffs at you, clearly holding back the urge to argue further with you. Smart man. “Klaus Mikaelson.”

You look over your shoulder casually and well aware of the vampire’s eyes still trained on you, you lean over and whisper in Dean’s ear smugly. “Well then, look’s like I caught our target’s eye. How convenient.”

Klaus raises his brows at Dean and you blush, looking away. Why were you blushing?

Dean leans away, frowning. He immediately looks around the room, big emerald eyes in search of the vampire. When they land on him, Klaus’s gaze still drinking you in, you can see Dean’s body immediately stiffen up, his jaw clench and his hold on your arm become more firm, tugging you closer to his strong side. You stumble a bit and hold onto his shoulder as he drags you a bit farther away from the attractive man, whose eyes never leave you, without a single word.

You look up at Dean, glaring holes into his head and tug yourself away from his touch in a grand manner. “Goddamn it Winchester, we need him to find me easy to hunt remember? You giving him those looks and tugging me along like I’m your fucking bitch isn’t helping our case, he might think we’re actually together or something. And then he won’t go for me.” You pretend to shudder, scrunching your nose up in mock disgust.

The truth was, the thought of you and Dean in a relationship -even if it didn’t involve the apple pie life for free- it made a certain type of warm wrap its arms around your heart.

Dean looks down at you, his green eyes cold as he releases a small snort. “Pfft.. yeah, as if that could ever happen.” His remark sends a pang of hurt directly into your chest and you pray that it didn’t show on your stoic face as he continues. “Anyways it doesn’t matter what Mr. Mikasson thinks about us.”

You frown. “And why the hell not?”

Dean sighs. “You’re not going to be bait anymore. I’ve decided we’ll go in an old-fashioned way and chop his head off when he heads off somewhere alone.”

You sigh tiredly, whispering back. “Mhmm, I suppose that’s a genius plan, Winchester. Except for one tiny problem. When exactly do you suspect he’ll be alone because I don’t see that ever happening?” you raise your brows challengingly, pointing towards Klaus being chatted up by, well, everyone.

Dean doesn’t respond, only shrugs, his gaze completely monotonous. “Dunno. What I do know, though, is that you, sweetheart, are not going to be bait for that blood-sucking leech,” he growls the insult under his breath.

You reel back, genuinely offended. “Excuse me? And since when do you decide what I can and can’t do?”

Dean clenches his jaw again, making the sharp edges sharper and tempting you to run your finger along it. You shiver in delight and watch as he gives you that infuriated look that makes you hot all over.

“I am not deciding for you, I’m informing you that you don’t have a choice to decide on.”

You can feel the match of anger slowly being lit in the pit of your stomach at his words and can’t really seem to find it in you to care for his reasoning behind them as your blind rage takes over.

“I don’t then, huh? Well, fuck, I guess I gotta listen to the almighty Dean Winchester and not do my job,” you throw your hands up, stepping away from him promptly. You point your index finger at him. “Dean, let me make something very clear for you, in case it wasn’t already; I’m not your bitch nor am I anyone else’s. I decide what happens to me, whether that’d be my body, my life, hell,” You laugh humorlessly, “I’ve probably lost my sanity already.” Your face turns grim and the dry smile melts off as you bite out the next words slowly. “But it’s all happened because I made the decision to put it all on the line. Me, not Sam or Cas and it sure as hell wasn’t you,” you smirk in the tiniest bit. “So let me inform you that I’ll be baited all I want, when and to whom I want to.” You realize that must’ve sounded kind of dumb to say, I mean who wants to be bait? But you really don’t care.

You suddenly relax your posture, pull on a sly smile at his temperamental face and smooth the non-existent wrinkles on your dress. “Now that that’s out of the way...are you going to help me or will I have to go through this alone? Because with or without you, I’m doing it, Dean.”

Dean eyes you for an entire minute, his expression switching from completely pissed off to blank to thoughtful to about-to-say-something-but-holding-back in the span of that one minute, cluing you into the internal battle he must’ve been having.

Finally, after the excruciating minute, his shoulders droop and he sighs defeatedly. “Fine,” he speaks in the same hushed tone as before, except this time he’s more pissed, and you grin in delight.

“Great! Now, we’ll go in as we planned before, except...” you tap your finger on your chin and glance over your shoulder at Klaus who, as you presumed, was no longer looking at you, but talking animatedly to a taller dark-haired man who looked remarkably like himself. Strange.

“I don’t think the info we’ve been given is accurate. There’s something...different about this vampire don’t you think? And in that case, I say we’d have to go about it in a completely new way.”

Dean frowns. “What do you mean different?”

“I mean, Klaus Mikaelson is an extremely wealthy, powerful, influential,” handsome “vampire and I think the way to get to him can’t just be done in one day. We might need to work this case longer than we thought. Gather more info.” You keep out the part where he had this strange enticing aura drawing you in even from across this humongous room and you simply couldn’t figure out why.

Dean groans. “Fucking shit. They’re all the goddamn same Y/n. They’re all evil motherfuckers that need their goddam heads chopped off. I really don’t get what you could possibly think is different about Mr. Fancy Pants Mikaelson over there.” He all but spits the name out like bile in his mouth.

You sigh and glance over at Klaus for what must’ve been the hundredth time that night. There was something about him, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but you felt incredibly attracted to it. Something about the cocky yet charming air he gave off reminded you somewhat of Dean, but in a completely different way. It was that sparkle in his eyes...

It was strange and sort of scary, to be honest.

“Dean, I think it’d be best if we took it easy and went with a new plan. Instead of simply dangling me in front of him like he’s a lion and I a piece of tender meat, let’s do it differently.” You never take your eyes off Klaus when you speak and almost as if he can feel you looking at him, he turns to you, baby blue eyes lighting up when they land on your own y/e/c eyes already boring into him.

“I’m going to seduce him.”

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Stupid with Love

Fandom: Inuyasha Rating: M Word Count: 2,412 Chapters: 1 of ?

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Summary: Kagome grows concerned over Inuyasha when he starts acting weirder than usual. She follows him into the woods, late at night, and is shocked at what she finds, and what occurs afterwards. {KouKag} Reverse Crush AU

I’m posting this in honor of the Super Blood Wolf Moon from last night. Would’ve posted last night, but as soon as I got home I passed the fuck out, lol. But yeah, this story is inspired by monophobian's AU, but I put a little twist on it, lol. Anywho, hope y’all enjoy!!

Chapter One

Kagome bit her lip as she stood outside the entrance to the forest. She gingerly propped her bike up against a tree and smoothed out her shorts. She fiddled with her fingers and eventually pulled out her phone, sending a text to Sango and letting her know that she had made it, and that she’d text her later. With that done, Kagome silenced her phone and put it back into her pocket. She hesitated for a couple more seconds before going into the forest. She needed to find Inuyasha…

He always acted a little weird about once a month, and she and Sango had jokingly talked about him having a “man period” of sorts. However, these past couple of days, he had been acting super weird. Weirder than normal. He seemed.. paranoid. And he was lashing out more as well. It just… wasn’t really like him. Sure, he was brash and rude, but he wasn’t outright aggressive, not to them at least. It was scary, and she was concerned. So, she had decided to tail him all of that day.

She wasn’t sure how she had managed to stay out of his line of sight, but she had done it, and had successfully followed him out into the country and to this forest. She swallowed a growing lump in her throat as she did her best to find him. She had lost sight of him from a mix of her hesitation and because as soon as he reached the forest, he broke out into a run. Kagome looked around, wrapping her arms around her torso as she picked up her pace, looking for any sign of her friend.

The full moon up above provided ample lighting, all she needed to do was find some sort of sign of him. She wasn’t sure how long she had been walking, or even how far into the woods she had gotten, when she heard a cry of pain. Her heart started racing as she broke out into a run towards the sound. It wasn’t long before she caught sight of Inuyasha’s red T-shirt and silver hair. She felt tears well in her eyes, thankful she had found him. But her gratitude quickly dissipated as she took in his crumpled form and heard cries of pain continuing to come from him.

“Inuyasha!” she cried out, running faster towards him. He whirled around, and Kagome skidded to a halt a few feet in front of him. Fangs were protruding from his mouth and his eyes flashed with something that sent a chill running down her spine. She didn’t feel safe.

“Kagome..” His voice was deep, and there was a growl in the undertone of his voice.

“Inuyasha what-”

“Get out of here!” he yelled, then he let out another cry of pain.

Kagome rushed to his side, sliding to her knees and bringing her hands up to his arm and back. “Are you hurt? What’s wrong?” she asked, frantically looking for the source of his pain.

He shoved her away from him, causing her to fall back and slide several feet away from him. Her eyes widened in shock at the amount of strength he just used. “Leave!”

She simply sat there, too shocked and terrified to move. She tried to tell her legs to move, to help her get up, but they refused, glued to the ground. Inuyasha moved to say something else, but instead screamed in pain once more, and that’s when Kagome heard a sickening crack. Bile rose up in her throat as she watched his body begin to contort and change shape. Somehow, Kagome found the strength to stand, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from Inuyasha. Cracks and pops sounded through the night alongside his cries of pain that started to sound more animalistic as time went on.

Kagome found herself backing away, slowly. Her hand was reaching out behind her, eventually finding a tree. Her hand smacked against the trunk several times, the bark cutting into her palm before her brain finally registered that, yes, there was a tree behind her. She promptly plastered herself against it, ignoring the bark as it dug into her back. She watched in horror as her friend continued to change in front of her until he was no longer recognizable. He wasn’t even human anymore.

Inuyasha was gone, replaced with a silver coated wolf. A massive one at that. Her breath caught in her throat as the beast turned to look at her, golden eyes glinting in the moonlight. She slowly started sidling along the tree, keeping her eyes locked with the wolf’s, unable to really rip her eyes away. The beast slowly approached her, a growl rumbling deep in its chest. Run! her mind screamed at her. And then, as she reached a curve in the tree, she pressed her hand down hard against the trunk and used it to help spurn her legs into action. Kagome broke out into a sprint; she had no idea where she was going, and she silently cursed herself for not taking note of where she was going when she was looking for Inuyasha.

A howl resounded through the air, low and threatening, and a chill ran down her spine. Shortly after the howl, she could hear the beast following behind her, but she didn’t dare look back. She knew that if she saw where the wolf was, she would panic more than she already was. She couldn’t have that right now. A small part of her mind considered pulling out her phone and calling Sango, but she couldn’t take that risk. Her mind continued to race with a million ideas as her lungs and legs burned from the intense chase.

She wasn’t sure how long she had been running, but Kagome was finding it a bit difficult to breathe, and she could feel exhaustion setting in. It wouldn’t be long before she would have to give up… However, she didn’t reach that point. They had reached a thickly covered part of the woods. There was barely any moonlight to light her path, and so Kagome didn’t see the tangle of roots in front of her. She tripped, letting out a cry as she fell forward. She scraped her knees and skinned the heels of her hand. The palm of her right hand had found purchase on a rock, a sharp one, and with the force of her fall, she now had a pretty decent gash. Tears spilled down her cheeks and she struggled to get up, but she heard a snarl come from behind her and before she could get back up, she was pinned down by the wolf.

Kagome tried to shake it off, but the beast snarled and bit down into her shoulder. Kagome screamed and the fangs sunk deeper. She felt a bone crack from the pressure and more tears spilled down her cheeks. This was how she was going to die. She knew it. The wolf began to shake its head, causing the pain to increase and Kagome to let out another blood-curdling scream.

Another howl resounded through the air, followed by several more. She felt panic rise in her, terrified that she was going to now be devoured by multiple wolves, creatures that were supposed to be extinct in Japan. The beast released hold of her shoulder, and Kagome was quick to bring a hand to it, sobbing as she tried to push through the pain and apply pressure to the wound. Her shoulder was slick with blood and she almost puked as she imagined what it looked like.

The wolf above her started growling, and she heard more growls approaching. Then, the wolf above her took off and she could hear the sounds of fighting. Looking up, there were three more wolves; another silver wolf, one that had a mix of black and silver, and then a pitch-black wolf. Kagome tried to urge her body to move. She could use this opportunity to escape, but for the life of her she couldn’t get up. Another sob escaped her as she resigned herself to her fate. The black wolf started to approach her then, and a lump formed in Kagome’s throat. This wolf was bigger than the silver one that attacked her, and she wasn’t sure how that was even possible.

She tried once more to move away, but she had lost too much blood at this point and the adrenaline was all out of her system. She watched as the black wolf transformed before her eyes, shifting effortlessly into the form of a man. The only thing she could focus on was his bright blue eyes. Her vision began to blur as he approached her. She heard him murmuring to her, but she couldn’t make out the words past the pounding in her ears. He lifted her up effortlessly, and his baby blue eyes looking down at her in concern was the last thing Kagome saw before she passed out.

-S/L-

Kagome groaned as she woke up. Sunlight was dancing on her face, and she really just wanted it to go away so she could sleep more. But the light was persistent, as well as a pain in her shoulder, hands, and knees. Slowly, reluctantly, she opened her eyes, wincing as the sun got in them. She moved to sit up and save her retinas from burning, but she winced and let out a whimper as her shoulder and palm protested at the movement. She heard a door open, and then the sound of the curtain being closed. The sunlight now gone, she opened her eyes and a gasp caught in her throat as panic filled her. Baby blue eyes were looking at her in concern, and everything that happened last night flooded into her mind. Her body began to tremble, and she tried to move to get away from the stranger in front of her, but her body felt heavy, and she was in too much pain.

“It’s alright, I’m not gonna hurt ya.” His voice was husky and oddly soothing, especially since he was a stranger. Kagome licked her lips and swallowed the lump in her throat. He had his hands held up in front of him, palms facing her in the universal signal of surrender. She eyed him up and down, taking in his stance, and at seeing no ill intent, she let herself relax. But only slightly.

Once she settled back into the bed, he slowly lowered his hands and gave her a soft smile as he took a couple steps closer. “I’m Kouga, and I’m here to help you. We have the wolf that attacked you under our custody, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

“Custody?” Her voice was weak and raspy from a mix of her just waking up and from her throat being sore from her screaming.

He nodded and took a couple more steps closer. Kagome was silently grateful for his slow pace, as it gave her time to figure him out a bit more. “Yeah, I can explain more later.”

“Why don’t you explain to me now?” she asked, a hint of anger seeping into her tone.

Kouga chuckled a bit. “I appreciate your enthusiasm, but there’s a lot that needs to be explained, and it will take a while to sink in.” He frowned, and Kagome grew worried. “A lot of things are going to change for you.. but we’ll be here to help you through it. Until you can be on your own.”

Kagome bit her lip. She didn’t like his tone of voice, or the words coming out of his mouth. “What happened to me?”

He was standing by her bedside now, and his blue eyes were entrancing her. They held such an intense amount of sorrow, but she could see there was anger and resentment in there as well. She knew she wouldn’t like what he was going to tell her. She swallowed the lump that was forming in her throat and her mostly uninjured hand clenched the edge of the sheet.

“You were bitten by a werewolf...”

“And?” She already knew what he was going to say, she knew deep down what exactly this meant. But, a small part of her hoped for a different answer from him. She needed to hear it...

“Now you’re one.”

Shit... Her grip tightened on the sheet as she let this information sink in. There were quite a few things to unpack there... she wasn’t sure if she was going to be able to work through this... “So what you’re telling me is that, not only are werewolves a thing, but that I’m now one of them?” Her voice cracked, as it had tried to reach a high pitch but ultimately couldn’t, thanks to how hoarse she was.

“Essentially..”

“Essentially? What does that mean?” Her panic was growing, tears welling in her eyes.

“You’ll learn everything in time, I promise.” Kagome opened her mouth to protest, but Kouga was quick to silence her. “You need to rest. Stressing yourself out right now won’t accomplish anything. Please..”

She frowned and looked away from him. Tears soon blurred her vision, and she tried to blink them away. She had no idea what exactly all this meant and what the consequences were, but she knew deep down, and from his tone of voice, that they weren’t good. Her tears soon escaped, rolling out from the corners of her eyes, and a sob caught in her throat. She wanted to ask Kouga more, but the words died on her tongue as silent sobs wracked her body.

Kouga frowned and reached for the tissue box on the bedside table. He pulled out a couple tissues and handed them to her. She took them and pressed them to her eyes, keeping them there as more tears spilled. Kouga released a soft sigh and brought a hand up to her uninjured shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze. He provided silent comfort and support for a couple more minutes before he released her shoulder and stood up. Kagome hardly noticed, too caught up in the whirlwind of emotions she was experiencing.

Kouga hated to leave her, but he figured he should let her grieve in peace. And so, with one last look back at the new wolf, he closed the door and set about getting everything ready for her.

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vickypoochoices · 6 years

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Most Girls - The Never Been Kissed Girl.

This is it guys, the last full chapter to Most Girls. Got an epilogue coming up soon to wrap it all up. Thanks so much for reading!

[MASTERLIST.]

Previous.

"That's it Violet, I can't take it anymore! I'm sick of seeing that sorry little face of your's, you're slowly dragging me down into this depressing little pit you've been in for weeks and I'm officially done."

Violet found herself shrinking back at the tone in Zack's voice, nervous about what was to come. If she knew Zack at all, then he had a plan to get her out of this bedroom and it wouldn't be long before he put the plan into action.

Looking around at her surroundings, she felt a jolt of shame strike her. She'd barely left this little sanctuary of her's recently, apart from classes and caffeine boosts, and that was clear for all to see. Her laundry basket stood in the corner, overflowing with dirty clothes. A stack of empty coffee cups littered her dressing table. And the curtains hadn't been touched in days, leaving the room looking dark and gloomy.

"You know I think I'm going a little bit crazy Zack." She muttered, staring off into space as her lips moved.

Pulling the curtains back, a weak beam of sunlight bounced off the walls, dwindling quickly as evening had begun to sink in.

"Yeah well I'm not really surprised when you've been holed up in here for days."

"No, no. I mean actually insane. Four times this week I thought I saw Chris. I even chased after him the last time but we all know anyone can run circles around me. And it was a waste of time and energy anyway, it's not like Chris is even here. I hope he's not going to be in trouble for this, missing classes and stuff."

A look of panic flashed across Zack's face, but Violet was none the wiser, too consumed by her own thoughts to notice.

"That sure is crazy talk there Violet. Anywho, I'm fed up with the pity party. How about we have an actual party?"

And there it was. Zack's plan, about to play out!

Her attention snapped back, looking at Zack incredulously.

"You really think I'm in the mood to party? I see what you're trying to do and I appreciate the thought, but I just don't feel like it."

Placing a hand on either shoulder, Zack shook her lightly.

"Well tough Violet. Our first guest has already arrived, and he's specifically asked to see you."

"Is it Chris? He's back?"

Zack shrugged, pointing at her ajar bedroom door, silently willing her to go.

She bounded down the hallway, finding a little spring to her steps. She hated herself as she felt her face slip for a second once she found Zig in the spot she'd hoped to find Chris.

"You always keep me guessing with the greetings. First it's a snort for a hello, today it's a look of disappointment, I'm hoping next time we might even make it as far as a hello." He smirked, walking over and drawing her into his arms for a hug.

As Zig enveloped her in his arms, Violet felt the tension start to melt away. She knew things had been strained between them recently. One minute she forgot the world and all it's problems and just relaxed in the moment with him, the next she caught herself, clamming up and retreating back into her shell. But Zig never gave up on her, and if he was growing tired of her ways he never let it show. He'd been so kind, so patient. If Violet hadn't been so terrified of rejection she would have found some way to show him how much she appreciated all of this.

As they pulled apart Zig took her hand, raising it to his lips and tenderly kissing each knuckle individually. Violet's cheeks scorched as his eyes gazed into hers intensely.

"I should probably get out of these clothes if i'm sticking around for the party." She gulped, watching the room slowly fill up with people.

"If anyone can pull off the homeless look it's you Violet."

Zig couldn't help but laugh as she gave him a feeble attempt at a shove.

"I'm quaking in my boots over here." He teased, as she flounced off back to her bedroom.

Zig took in the scenery, smiling as he caught sight of a framed photo on the sideboard. Tracing the outline of Violet's face with his finger, his back straightened subconsciously as he felt someone sidle up next to him.

"Long time no see Chris." Zig commented, not bothering to look at who had joined him. He knew.

Chris didn't respond, but joined Zig in looking over the photo in his hands.

"You realise Violet's been miserable without you."

Chris scoffed. "I doubt that. She has you now."

Zig placed the photo frame back in it's place, head shaking angrily.

"Seems you've wasted your time away if this is the attitude you've come back with. Come on man, you don't need me to butter you up."

Chris's head dropped, letting silence ring out between them.

After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence Zig worked up the courage to ask the one question he was desperate to be answered.

"Do you love her?"

A fire ignited behind Chris's eyes, angered that there was even a doubt in Zig's mind.

"Of course I do."

"You know what I meant." Zig pressed on, undeterred.

"I thought maybe I did. Seeing you two together stirred up some emotions that I've never felt before. It's been me and Violet against the world together for so long. This all escalated so quickly and I just lost myself a little bit. I went home because of a silly argument, fully intending to come back and sweep it under the carpet. But then you two showed up and I couldn't help but question my feelings. I love Violet, but I genuinely feel like she's family."

"Well that's not hard when her Mum loves you like a son. She probably loves you more than her own daughter." Zig retorted.

Chris gave Zig a questioning look.

"You never thought that was odd? After meeting Violet's Mum it's obvious she never stood much of a chance with someone like that to look up to."

"What are you talking about?" Chris spat, feeling anger bubble to the surface.

"You know what I mean." Zig replied, maintaining eye contact.

"Clearly not."

"What are you saying? After all these years you never noticed Violet was a little off when it came to eating. You never thought to question her when she only ever ordered a salad? You didn't worry when she started dropping weight?"

Chris's mouth slackened, jaw gaping open as he tried to process what he was hearing.

"I...She...Fuck. I need to find her."

Heading straight for Violet's room, he ploughed straight in, not thinking to knock. Something he immediately regretted as she stumbled back in shock, awkwardly using her arms in an attempt to shield her body from view.

"CHRIS!" She shrieked loudly, turning her back to him and throwing on a dress hastily.

"Shit! Sorry sorry sorry! I didn't see anything I swear!" He gabbled.

As she struggled with her dress, he pressed forward, gently gliding the zip upwards, fingers lingering a second longer as he gathered his nerve.

"You're here." She breathed.

"I'm here."

"Is the dress okay? Oh God, it feels so clingy! Do I look like a blob? Should I change?" Violet nervously babbled, her voice shrill.

Taking a step back, his eyes travelled the length of her body. Skimming over her curves, dress clinging to every inch in all the right ways, Chris shook his head despairingly, unable to comprehend how he'd somehow missed all the now painfully obvious signs. She was stunning, truly, and his heart ached at the realisation that she couldn't see herself as others did.

Closing the distance between them, he propped her chin up to look at him, needing her full attention.

"Violet, the dress is gorgeous. You're gorgeous. Don't change."

Her eyes seemed to search his for an eternity. As she found whatever she'd been looking for in them she gave a quick nod in acceptance.

"Listen I..."

"Violet wait. I need to apologise. For a lot of things. I've been a jerk."

"I didn't like to say but..." She laughed.

"I'm meant to be your best friend and here I am running away from you and hurting you. Violet you've always been there for me, no questions asked, and i threw it back in your face. I haven't been the best friend that you deserve, I've been awful recently if I'm honest. I..." He paused mid way through his speech as Violet threw her arms around him, knocking him backwards. Catching himself, he wrapped his arms around her tightly, anchoring them to the ground.

"Just shut up Chris! You're here. That's all I care about right now. All that other stuff? We'll talk about it another day if we have to. For now, I'm just glad to have my best friend back."

"Okay, alright. But there is one thing I need to say. That Zig guy that's waiting out there for you? He's a good guy. In my expert best friend opinion, you should give him a chance."

Violet waited a beat.

"I'm just waiting for the sarcastic comment to drop."

"I mean it, I promise. Don't think that means I won't be beating his ass if he ever so much as looks at another girl. But for now, I'm in his corner."

After giving Chris a final squeeze, they parted ways, both relieved to have their best friend back.

"I've never told you just how adorable those dimples of yours are." A husky whisper caught her off guard as a strong pair or arms snaked around her waist firmly. Recognising Zig's voice, she leaned in to him, pressing her body against his lightly.

"Adorable huh? Like a five year old?"

"Hm, you're right. Not adorable then. How about sexy?"

"You sure you don't want someone like that?" She worried out loud, pointing out a leggy blonde across the room.

Zig's nose crinkled as though in disgust.

"I've been with girls like her before. Pretty to look at, but dull as hell. I wish you could see what I do when I look at you. You may not think you're perfect, but you are perfect for me. All those little things you get hung up on and think of as flaws? They are what set you apart from everyone else in the best possible way."

Spinning herself around in his arms, she looped her hands around the back of his neck, confidence at an all time high after getting back on track with Chris.

"I knew the moment I laid eyes on you that you were a smooth talker, but that was something else Zig." Violet gave a half laugh, mouth suddenly feeling dry.

He smirked back in response, and Violet swallowed hard. The air around them had grown thick, her breathing a little heavier. She longed to close the distance between them, but she wasn't sure she could handle the rejection that was sure to come her way. They'd maintained a flirty relationship, but Zig had never pressed for things to go further, and Violet was starting to question why.

"Talk to me." One of his hands gave her a gentle squeeze at the waist, his touch burning hot.

"I'm...scared."

"Of me?"

"Of...well pretty much everything. Rejection, lack of experience, knowing I'm not good enough for you...I'm feeling all the emotions right now." The temptation to run was high, and she attempted to wiggle out of his hold.

Tightening his grip, Zig pushed their bodies even closer together, gently pushing his forehead to rest against her's.

"It makes no difference if you've been with no guys, twenty guys, a thousand guys, I still want you. Not good enough for me, huh, that's funny. Because I think it's actually the other way around. Violet you do realise you have two guys here tonight who would ride to the edge of the world for you right? No questions asked. And this whole party tonight? All for you, because your friends love you and worry about you. Because you are beautiful, inside and out, and that's something you don't see much anymore. I'm so lucky to have met you. Most girls would have tried it on or moved it on by now, but you've stayed. And in doing so you've given me the chance to get to know the real you. And as for your concerns over rejection..."

Zig tailed off, tilting his head to the side. One hand trailed tiny circles across the small of her back, the other reached up, thumb tenderly stroking over the small dimple in her cheek. He pressed his lips gently to Violet's, just for a second, before pulling back and holding her at arm's length.

Her mouth fell open, and a shiver ran through her as the warmth from his body left her.

"How was that?" Zig asked, lips pursed tightly as be tried to stop himself from laughing.

"That...was...Zig! Are you messing with me?"

His eyes lit up, struggling to contain the laughter as it seemed to spill out. Folding her arms firmly across her chest, she fixed him with a steely glance.

"First kiss, check. Did it suck? You bet!"

Zig's head jerked back, the laughing seizing immediately.

"We can't be having that. Maybe we'll have to try again. A few times. Until I get the hang of it." He suggested, entwining their hands together.

"Well if you think you're up to the challenge..." Her eyes glittered in the dull light, and she found herself subconsciously biting on her bottom lip.

In an instant Zig pushed his lips to hers, forcefully this time, past the point of messing with her. She felt his cheeks rise slightly in a smile as his tongue patiently waited for permission to enter, which she quickly gave. Their tongues danced together, slowly caressing, gently teasing, and Violet found herself lost in the moment. After a few moments, they eased apart, Zig's eyes full of wonder as he watched her attempt to regulate her breathing.

"Second kiss, check. Nailed it."

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hannahberrie · 7 years

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Something That Finds You: Chapter 12

Fandom: Zootopia Pairing: Nick Wilde, Judy Hopps Rating: T WC: 4104 Summary: "Love isn't something you find. Love is something that finds you."

In a time of tension in the land of Zootopia, Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps are arranged to be married as a symbol of peace and unity. The only problem? They can't stand each other (the 8 year age gap doesn't help either). A story following Nick and Judy growing up together, through all the good and bad.

Chapter Selection: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11]-12- [AO3]

While Miss Hufflethump was the living embodiment of a Sunday nap, Nick and Judy’s new instructor was a holiday firecracker. Everything about her was spritely, energetic, and intense. While Nick had been impressed with Judy’s tenacity in comparison to her size, this new instructor was even smaller and yet somehow scarier.

The lamb had arrived a week or two ago, riding in on a fancy carriage from Savannah Centre. Nick had already visited the Zootopian capital for his university studies, but for the rest of Judy’s siblings, including Judy herself, the fact that they were going to have someone from so far away staying in their home was very exciting.

Miss Bellwether was a lamb who made up for her lack of height with her loud laugh and endless eccentricities. She wore glasses, like Hufflethump, but hers were much larger and made her eyes looks that much more magnified. She was going to be their new ‘public relations assistant��, something that honestly made sense to Nick, since he was sure the only public interactions Miss Hufflethump had was snapping at Nick and Judy about salad forks and soup spoons.

“It’s all about image!” Bellwether would always say, a determined glint in her eye. “We have to make sure your image is perfect!”

“What else is new?” Nick would mutter to Judy, and she’d smile politely.

Today was no different. It was a crisp September afternoon, the kind when the air was fresh and clean and smelt of apple trees. Most of Judy’s younger siblings had returned to school, making the house slightly quieter, for which Nick was grateful. Lately, the littlest ones had taken to following him around, begging him to give them piggy-back rides or play with his tail. It was like dealing with baby Judy all over again, only this time it was worse, because there was like, 20 billion of ‘em.

The three (Nick, Judy, and Bellwether), were seated in 3 chairs on the manor’s veranda. The fall breeze wafted over Nick’s fur as he sat back in his chair, sipping some carroty punch drink and mulling an ice cube around inside his mouth. Judy was seated in a chair beside him, posture straight and stiff.

Ever since the…er…pie incident (something neither had verbally acknowledged since it happened), Nick couldn’t help but notice she’d been extra suck-up-y. She had her corset on every day (he could see her itching at it, no matter how proper she was trying to be), she always said her ‘please’ and ‘thank-you’s,’ and didn’t so much as raise a complaint about anything at all.

It was becoming more and more frustrating, to say the least. Nick missed his Carrots, even if he’d only seen her for what felt like mere moments. He missed the bunny that’d giggled at his jokes, the bunny that’d climbed mountains with him, the bunny that he’d danced with…

She was a people-pleaser, and right now, she was trying to please her parents, even if it went against the fabric of her very being. It wasn’t fair, Nick grumbled, chewing on the ice cube, They should listen to her, or at least cut her some slack.

He glanced over at the bunny beside him, but she didn’t return his glance. She was entirely focused on Bellwether, who was currently chattering away in her chair across from theirs.

“Anyway, what was I saying?” Bellwether paused, furrowed her brow. “Oh! Right! So, your parents want to make sure the public doesn’t regret this whole Unity Proclamation business. It’s really important that the preds don’t see this as some big joke, so, basically, no more public puking, okay?”

She laughed at this, her voice high and straining and sounding like it might crack, but it never did. Judy sat there, shifting uncomfortably and offering only a small, forced laugh.

“So, uh,” Nick said quickly, trying to change the subject, “What’s the plan here? I mean, what do we have to do to make sure mammals know we’re serious?”

“Right,” Bellwether replied, wiping tears from her eyes as her bleating laughter died down, “So, we’re going to be having a little tour!”

Judy hesitated. “A tour?”

“Yes, Judy, a tour. I’m gonna be carting you two little lovebirds to every district in the land! That’ll give you a chance to be shown off to the public, in a controlled sort of way. We’ll show you off, kiss some babies, and most importantly, show everyone that preds and prey can live in harmony, fall in love, sing kumbaya, you get the gist.”

Nick saw Judy’s eyes gleam at this. “So…I’ll get to see the other parts of Zootopia?” She asked.

“Yes. That’s exactly what I just said. You’re gonna have to keep up here, Judy. Anyway, before that, I’m going to spend every minute until we leave making sure that you two are completely and absolutely ready to meet and greet!”

Nick eyed her. “What does that mean, exactly?”

“It means you two are going to be the talk of all of Zootopia. We’re talking like, the biggest wedding ceremony since King Lionheart III married his second cousin.”

“That was like, 100 years ago…” Nick muttered.

If Bellwether had heard him, she didn’t pay it any attention. “Anywho,” she continued, “We’re gonna have to make sure you two are picture-perfect! The dream couple! Honeymooners! Soulmates!”

Nick and Judy exchanged quick glances. Nick wondered if Judy was feeling as weirded out as he was. Sure, he liked Judy and all, as a friend, but soulmates? That seemed a little extreme.

“Are we sure this is even going to work?” Nick asked, leaning forward, “I mean, are people really gonna buy that we fell in love with each other? Everyone knows we were arranged to be together.”

“Listen, foxy,” Bellwether said, rubbing at her temples slightly, “Your parents aren’t paying me to have decisions on politics. I’m just here to polish you up and make sure everything looks nice and shiny and romantic.”

Nick shrugged and sat back in his chair. “Fine.”

“And the first way I’m going to do this is by making sure that you two look professional. Nick, sit up and spit that ice cube out. You look ridiculous. Judy, smile. You look dead.”

Both Nick and Judy adjusted themselves, looking slightly startled to be called out.

“Now, do you love each other?”

Nick was happy that he’d ditched the ice cube like he’d been told, because he was pretty sure he would have choked on it. “W-what?”

“You’re supposed to be in love!” Bellwether sighed, looking up to the roof of the white veranda. “That’s the entire point of the whole thing.”

Judy’s cheeks were flushed pink. “We are,” she answered dutifully, “I mean…I guess…”

“Yeah,” Nick added. “We’re…ah…crazy about each other.”

Bellwether’s expression was flat. “Wow. I totally believe you guys,” she said dryly.

Nick and Judy just glanced at each other again, sheepish. “We didn’t know it’d be so…involved,” Nick replied for the both of them, “We just thought we’d have to get married and it’d be over.”

Bellwether laughed again. “Oh, no, no, no. No. You’re going to be public figures for the rest of your lives! Every eye will be on you!”

“Oh.” Nick swallowed the mounting weight of the whole situation and proceeded onward. “So…how do we make sure that people believe it?”

“By being in love!” Bellwether said simply, “Or at the very least, doing a good job of making everyone believe you are.” She glanced between them, scrutinizing their awkward expressions. “Kiss her.”

Nick didn’t need an ice cube to choke this time, he simply did it on his own tongue.

To quote Judy, sweet cheese and crackers.

Judy’s eyes widened as Nick fell into a fit of choking and clearing his throat and coughing nervously. “I don’t think that’d really be appropriate,” she said quickly.

“Y-yeah!” Nick said hoarsely. “I mean, we can just hold paws or whatever.”

“You can hold paws with anyone,” Bellwether replied dismissively, “Not someone you’ve crossed species borders and divisions to fall in love with. If you two can barely be near each other, how do you really expect anyone to believe you’re living in romantic harmony?”

“By taking our word for it?” Judy offered weakly.

Bellwether gave her a look.

Nick turned to look at Judy, who was currently looking slightly terrified. “Okay then,” Nick said, taking a steadying breath, “We’ll just…do that then.”

Judy blinked at him, and he could hear her sharp intake of breath as he swiftly leaned over his chair and pressed a kiss to her cheek, right where her gray fur met the ring of white around her mouth. There. The world, as far as he could tell, had not ended. “Mwah,” Nick added half-heartedly, trying to make Judy smile. It worked, kind of. He saw the faint flicker of one pass her face as he pulled back, and she brushed her ears behind her head nervously.

“There ya’ go,” Nick said, turning back to Bellwether. “A kiss.”

He was expecting her to congratulate them, or at least give them some kind of pat on the back, but instead, Bellwether looked appalled.

“Are you kidding me?” The lamb cried out, exasperated. “You look like you’re wishing your grandmother a Merry Easter. I need to see a real kiss! One that won’t cause hundreds of preds to fall asleep and wake up wanting a revolution.”

Nick highly doubted that would happen, no matter how good or bad their kiss was. However, at the current moment, Bellwether was staring down at them, nostrils flared, and Nick would be lying if he said he wasn’t the least bit scared of her. Like he’d said, for such a small mammal, she was intimidating.

“Sorry,” Nick mumbled, feeling a blush start to creep over his cheeks.

“Do it again,” Bellwether instructed tiredly.

Nick and Judy locked glances again. “Sure,” Nick said, and his voice sounded like it wasn’t his own.

Judy just looked at him. Instead of being slumped against her back, her ears were now raised high and alert, and her nose kept twitching. “Yeah,” she replied meekly.

The two just looked at each other for a solid 10 seconds or so, both waiting for the other to make a move first. Once more, Nick took it upon himself to finally lean in closer, cheeks burning now. He’d kissed other mammals before (okay, so more like one), but that had just been silly, teenage hormones. This was Judy, someone who he’d grown up with, someone who used to fling mashed carrots at him and chew on his ears. Someone who’d been his close friend, as well as his worst enemy. Someone who embodied a sea of different emotions in his life, a sea he found himself often drifting in.

It’s just a kiss, Nick told himself, and with that, carefully placed his mouth over hers.

Their mouths didn’t fit together perfectly. Nick had to lower his head downwards to meet her height, and yet tilt it upwards and to the side to make sure his nose didn’t bash into hers. Their kiss was stiff, muzzled pressed together just the right amount, but not too much. Not as much as a real, passionate kiss. There weren’t any sparks or fireworks or angels singing, or any of that other stuff that was supposed to happen when you kissed your “one true love.” Instead, he noticed that she smelt of timothy hay and lavender. How had he never noticed before? Her fur was soft, but not in the annoyingly fluffy way that his was, but in a slick, smoother way.

After what felt like an appropriate amount of time, Nick pulled away. He was thankful for the cool breeze wafting through the air, for he felt like his whole body was flushing hot with embarrassment. He couldn’t look at Judy and Judy couldn’t look at him.

“How was that?” Nick asked, keeping his gaze firmly directed at the lamb in front of him.

“Better,” Bellwether said decisively. “We’ll work on it.”

Nick never thought he’d miss Hufflethump, but at the current moment, he’d give anything to be in the middle of a salad forks lesson right now.

Dinner had not gone well.

After Bellwether had gone on about how GREAT their lessons had gone (Judy was still unsure of whether she was being sarcastic or not), in vivid detail, her parents and the majority of her siblings had a good laugh at her expense.

“Well, at least it’s good to know she listens to you,” her father had joked to Bellwether, which had left Judy simply steaming.

Not listen to them!? All Judy ever did WAS listen to them! She married who they wanted her to, she wore what they wanted her to, she followed every rule and speech and dance move and mannerism and fashion style and she always listened to them.

She was gripping the edges of her seat so tightly she thought her paws might fracture. Her heart had sunk and at the same time was pounding fast and hard in her gut. Worst of all, she felt like crying, actually crying, but she wouldn’t let herself, she would remain composed, she wasn’t going to break down, she wasn't.

“MayIBeExcusedFromTheTable?” She instead said in one breath.

She barely heard her mother’s confirmation before getting up and hurrying away from the table. There was a ringing in her ear and she felt exhausted both physically and emotionally. She just wanted to rip her dumb corset off and crawl into bed and take a long nap.

She’d just entered her bedroom and was right about to close the door when a certain fox slipped in behind her.

Judy jumped back, startled. She hadn’t even heard him following her. “Nick? Where did you come from?”

“My parents,” Nick said dryly, shutting the door behind them, “Are you ok?”

Judy blinked up at him, flustered. This was their first time talking directly to each other since the whole kissing thing earlier, an event she still wasn’t completely over yet. “What do you mean?” She said thickly.

“You were clearly upset,” Nick shrugged. He sauntered past her and flopped onto her bed. His brow furrowed as he looked around her bedroom, and even more so as he grabbed one of the many bunny plushes off her bed and examined it.

Judy walked over and sunk onto the bed beside him, making sure to keep a good foot or two of space between them. This caused half of her body to hang off the edge of the bed, but there was no way she was going to get any closer, on her bed of all places.

“So, what��s up?” Nick asked, tossing the bunny toy up in the air and catching it. He said it in that casual, nonchalant way of his, like he really didn’t care, but Judy could see past that now. He was far more thoughtful than he let on.

“It’s nothing,” she said quietly. Her gaze was focused upwards as her eyes intently studied the brocade designs molded into the ceiling. “I’m just tired.”

Nick rolled over onto his side so that he was looking at her. “I know that’s not true,” he said in a high pitched voice, moving the stuffed bunny’s head as if it was talking. “Tell me the truuuuuuth Juuuuuudy.”

“Sweet cheese and crackers!” Judy flushed and rolled her eyes at him. “Are you drunk?”

“Please,” Nick snorted, setting the plush down, “The only alcohol you guys have around here is carrot wine, which, by the way, is disgusting.”

“We have more,” Judy said defensively, thinking back to the family’s wine cellar. It was in an actual bunny burrow, in the basement under the manor.

“Where?”

“I’m not telling you,” Judy said with a small smile, “If this is how you act sober,” — she motioned to the bunny plush — “I don’t want to see you drunk.”

“Carrots,” Nick whined, giving her a puppy dog pout, “You’re a jerk.”

Judy gave him a wry smile and looked away again, eyes returning to the ceiling. “So I’ve heard.”

“No matter,” Nick said confidently, “We foxes have excellent senses of smell. I’ll find it eventually. But stop deflecting, I know that something’s up with you. Your little bunny foot wouldn’t stop doing the thumping thing during dinner.”

Judy shrugged. She could feel that ringing in her ear again, and her eyes were starting to sting. “I told you, I’m fine,” she said, and her voice came out so strong and reassured she almost believed it herself.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong!”

“Is this about earlier? With the—” he paused, “kiss?”

Judy blushed. “No.”

“Tell what is it?”

“Nothing!”

“So, by nothing you really mean something.”

“No! Why do you keep asking?”

“Because I want an answer I’ll actually believe?”

Judy cringed, ears stiffening. “Fine then! I’ll act for you too, then! I’ll tell you I’m fine and pretend to be so until you believe it! Is that better?”

Nick was silent, frowning. His gaze scrutinized her, pierced her. Had she hurt his feelings? Was he angry with her?

“I’m sorry,” Judy said timidly, lowering her gaze. “I-I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I’m just…I’m so tired of pretending.”

Nick continued to say nothing. Judy thought she’d gotten to know the fox so well, but now she couldn’t read him at all. She didn’t know what to do and she was just so tired and she wanted life to be simple.

“Please say something,” she pleaded, hating the silence. “I’m really sorry.”

“It’s just…” Nick began, running his claw across her bedspread idly, “I notice things. And no offense, Carrots, but your parents are kinda terrible sometimes.”

Judy froze. Her mouth fell open helplessly, unsure of whether to be angry or defensive or in agreement with him. “What?”

“It’s just — they never seem to listen to you!” He explained, “And they get mad at you about dumb stuff, like getting sick. You never get to do what you want to do. And your idea of rebelling is just forcing yourself to be happy about doing whatever is that they want you to do!”

“That’s not true,” Judy replied quietly, though even as the words left her mouth, she knew they weren’t true.

“You know I’m right,” Nick said, giving her a stern look. “They should listen to you. Especially your mom.”

Judy looked away from him, heart torn. The teenage, hormonal side of her wanted to snap back, to disagree, to defend.

But…

Were her parents really that bad? She loved them, always would, but thinking back…

You’re a lady! And you’re too flighty for your own good! I know you’re not happy about the situation, but—

Where are your manners, Judith? Your ladylikeness? All those lessons with Miss Hufflethump and with your tutors! Did they mean anything to you?

Do you think he’d want a wife who’d be running around town at night, acting foolishly?

Well, at least it’s good to know she listens to you.

“They’ve never been proud of me,” Judy mumbled, still not looking at Nick. “At least, they’ve never told me they were. I doubt they are.”

“I think they’re proud of you,” Nick said hesitantly, “I think they’re just too hard on you, is all.”

“No,” Judy shook her head, “They’re not.” As she continued speaking, her words came out more strained, broken-sounding. Pathetic. She felt herself holding back a lump in her throat, suppressing all the hurt, frustrated feelings that she’d been holding back for years. Before she could even fully think about it, more words came spilling from her mouth, rushing, rapid, relentless.

“A while back, when you were still away, I really wanted to be a constable,” she said hurriedly, speaking quickly as if to get it all out before she lost her nerve. “I know it probably sounds stupid, but some of my brothers and cousins are, and I just thought it’d be really nice, you know? To actively help mammals and make a difference. I practiced and I studied for months and months, and I wanted it so badly, but my parents said no. They said it wasn’t ladylike. Like, all I can ever do is embarrass them. I’m an embarrassment.”

Judy’s gut clenched as she crumpled and cracked, finally breaking down into tears. She curled into a small ball as a catastrophe of different emotions engulfed her. On the one hand, it felt relieving to get all these suppressed emotions off her chest, to finally say what she was really feeling. But on the other hand, the minute she’d thrown all these buried emotions off her conscience, the weight of it all fell tumbling down, crushing and overwhelming her.

She cried and she sniffled and she wept, feeling embarrassed and ashamed.

Goodness, she couldn’t believe that she was crying in front of Nick, but she couldn’t stop. It felt so good to just get it all out of her, right down to every last hiccuping sob.

There was a rustle of her bedspread as she heard Nick swear under his breath. Before she could so much as blink, with one jerking movement the fox had pulled her head in against his chest and wrapped his arm around her waist. Her ears smushed against his torso, and she felt her body begin to reverberate with the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Her cries died down to sniffling whimpers as her nose was filled with the scents of violet musk and spice. It wasn’t until now that Judy was suddenly and abruptly aware of just how different she and Nick were, species-wise. Nick was big. He took up the majority of the length of her bed (though to be fair, her bed was designed for bunnies), and even with her head nestled right under his muzzle, her feet barely met his.

And yet…

This felt even better than their kiss. Their kiss had been awkward, forced, uncomfortable. This was soft, soothing, warm. Nick holding her like this wasn’t something done to please someone or to practice a charade. It was real.

“If it means anything to you,” Nick said slowly, “I’m proud of you.”

“For what?” Judy hiccuped, voice sounding muffled.

“Because you’re a good mammal. You’re really nice and thoughtful and…good. You care about things. Real things. And you want to help others.”

Judy sniffed, burrowing her face closer to his chest. His heart was still beating slow and steady into her ear, one beat, two beat, three. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“On the other paw, I can’t really disagree with the annoying thing though,” Nick said, and Judy could practically hear the smirk he probably had on his face. “I have several witnesses who will testify to you pouring salt in their tea, or destroying their carrot cakes.”

Judy snorted, and hiccuped, and her hiccups turned into giggles, and her giggles into laughs. “Shut up,” she mumbled, face still nestled in his torso.

Nick chuckled before falling silent, though this time it wasn’t as tortuous as the last time. “We’ll figure this out,” he said after a moment, “It won’t be like this forever.”

Judy was slightly unsure as to what he meant by ‘this.’ Her parents judging her? The betrothal? Being forced to do things she didn’t want to do?

She thought about questioning him, but at the same time, she was so comfortable right now, and thinking…questioning…just seemed like far too much effort.

Instead, Judy chose to just nod and close her eyes, allowing herself to drift off to the sound of Nick’s heartbeat, its rhythm like a lullaby.

One beat, two beat, three…

Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum...

The grandfather clock struck 1 am, echoing throughout the Hopps manor. Nick glanced down, surprised that so much time had passed. His mind felt slightly hazy and he was unsure of whether or not he had drifted off.

Judy had. The little bunny was still curled up against him, fast asleep.

Nick pulled away gently, cradling Judy as if she was made of glass (she wasn’t — she was tougher than that, she just didn’t know it yet). He pulled back her bed sheets and tucked her under them, smoothing her ears flat against her back. With a small smirk on his face, he slipped the bunny plush he’d been messing around with earlier into her arms, ensuring that’d it be the first thing she’d see when she woke up in the morning.

“Sleep tight, dummy,” he whispered, and with that, he quietly exited her room and returned to his.

#wildehopps #zootopia #wildehopps fanfiction #zootopia fanfiction #arranged marriage au #disney fanfiction #berrie fics #zoo 3 fic #nick x judy #judy x nick

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ramabear · 7 years

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So I just read all of siaod in under three days and wooooooooow, it's such a good fic, i legit stayed up for over 24 hours just so i could get through the end of the sports festival before shit went down. Anywho, just wanted to say I super love your fic and cant wait to see where it goes!

ayyyyyy heck yeah, thanks for reading!!!! i know it’s pretty intense so i bet it was hard to put down. Esp that sport fest stuff! how crazy was that???? amazing, amazing..

i’m glad you enjoy it! it’s been,,, quite the effort in time and words haha. i think the 1 year anniversary is coming up soon,, i should look into that, maybe do something??

anyway, its definitely gonna go in some messed up directions here pretty quick. no spoilers but friday’s chapter is.... not as intense as some previous ones, but sure does crank up the tension!! i look forward to you reading and any comments you got abt the fic! :D

#rama replies #Siaod related #holy shit it really has almost been a year hasnt it #i know coherency's anniversary passed already #i really gotta check that #postnuclearwar

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Magnus Chase and the Obligatory Hogwarts AU Ch6

On ao3

This chapter would have been uploaded on Sunday, buuut it’s April seventh today, my birthday, so I thought I’d celebrate! Anywho, please enjoy the gang’s first chapter in sixth year!

Seriously? SERIOUSLY?

He was late for the Hogwarts Express again. Again.

Sure, last year he had been late too, but last summer had been especially difficult. He had been living in the streets, so even simply getting to King’s Cross had been hard. He had started walking to the train station days in advance in order to make sure he wouldn’t miss the train and yet still somehow manage to almost miss it.

But this year had been different. This year he hadn’t been sleeping under bridges and on benches. Professor Blitzen and Hearthstone run a care home for Hogwarts students who couldn’t go home for the summer called “Perthro” and they had taken Magnus and Alex in.

In fact, that had been one of the best parts of summer. Sure, Magnus might have spent a few days in summer with his friends here and then, but he had never spent an entire summer with one of them. Alex had been great company and they had found out a lot of things they had in common. They both liked hiking and camping, they both liked the outdoors and spending time there. Alex didn't know a lot about pop culture, being a pureblood, but Magnus had shown her famous movies and books and they had bonded over their shared love for fantastical worlds (which was kind of weird considering they were wizards, but meh).

That is not to say this summer didn’t have its bad parts. Magnus had been struggling- and still was struggling- with his mother’s death and the pain his memories of her brought him. He didn’t think he’d ever be over it, not a hundred percent, but he had come to terms with the fact he didn’t need to. And maybe didn’t want to. Those memories were painful, yes, but… they were still his memories of his mother. They were a part of him and they were too precious to forget, even if they hurt him.

The worst instance of that had been on the anniversary of the day of the fire. He had been having a perfectly fine summer up until the point he realised that it was a year ago, at about this time of year, that his mother died. And from the moment he had thought of that, he couldn't get it out of his head. When the actual day came, Magnus was, in hindsight, a total jerk to other people. He had been way too snappy at Alex and all the other kids in Perthro, even when they treated him nicely. He didn't tell anyone what was wrong, rationalising that he'd be back to normal once the day was over, so there was no reason to trouble anyone else.

But Alex knew how much of a stupid bottler he was and didn't take any of his rude behaviour to heart. When Magnus locked himself in the cleaning cabinet to cry, Alex had been there to lend him her shoulder even if Magnus had tried to push her away.

"Oh, please, I'm not going anywhere,” Alex had said after Magnus had told her to leave. “You’re a mess and I’m not leaving you like this alone.”

And yet somehow, as awesome a friend as Alex was, she had forgotten to do one simple thing.

"I told you to keep track of time!" Magnus dinner Alex as they run down the station towards platform 9¾.

“I did!” Alex protested. “I just… didn’t after a point.”

Blitzen and Hearthstone – the two teachers insisted kids at Perthro didn’t need to call the ‘Professor’ during the summer – had brought everyone at King's Cross that morning. You'd think that when they were at the train station earlier than almost anyone else they couldn't possibly miss the train.

But they had gotten so bored during the first few minutes of just waiting at the platform that they decided to put their luggage on the train and go look around. Alex had been the one wearing a watch so Magnus ad asked her to look at the time so they would go back to Platform 9¾ on time. Sure, they could have done a spell to see the time, but technically, they weren’t allowed to do magic yet.

They were having so much fun just wandering around and making comments about the people and things they saw that they had both forgotten the time and by the time Magnus had asked Alex what time it was, they were already late. They rushed of the small café they had walked into and started running for their train.

Thankfully, they didn’t have to drag their trunks behind them, which made running as fast as you can a lot easier. Still, Alex was holding onto a ham sandwich she bought at the café because she had slept in and didn’t manage to get any breakfast that morning and she looked ridiculous trying to weave through the crowds of people while also holding onto it and occasionally eating it. There were times when she even held it in her mouth, like one of those ridiculous anime girls that run to school with a piece of bread in their mouth while being all like “I’m late! I’m late! I’m late!” The only thing that was missing was running head first into your love interest.

“Ow!”

Magnus spoke too soon.

Alex had run straight into someone. That someone was a boy their age with brown hair and so many freckles and moles on their skin Magnus was pretty sure you could find constellations on his skin.

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I didn't see you!" The boy was quick to apologise, rushing to his feet and offering Alex a hand to get up. Alex took it and got to her feet, looking sadly at her sandwich that was lying dead on the ground.

“No, it’s okay, I’m fine,” Alex reassured him and dusted off her pants.

"Hey, um, are you Alex Fierro?" The boy asked. Alex looked at him surprised, not expecting to have been recognised by someone she thought had been just a random Muggle.

“Yeah. Do you go to Hogwarts too?”

“Yeah, and I’m running late. I’m Conall Nithercott, by the way. Nice to meet you.”

Alex shook the hand the boy- Conall- was offering her.

“Uh, guys?” Magnus interrupted. “I think we should be going. The train might be about to leave.”

“Oh, yeah! Sorry!” Conall said, picking up his trunk from the ground. He started running along with Magnus and Alex to Platform 9¾.

The atmosphere at the Platform was just like any other first day of school; crowded, loud and buzzing with energy. There were people everywhere and, luckily, Magnus could still spot some kids with their trunks so they weren’t too late. Still, that didn’t mean they didn’t run to the train like their life depended on it and basically jumped on it.

They took a moment to get their breathing back to normal once they were on the train. They might not have run a big distance, but they had run fast and that, coupled with constantly having to dodge people, had tired them.

“Say, what house are you in?” Alex asked Conall once she caught her breath.

“Ravenclaw,” the boy answered. “You’re Slytherin, right?”

Alex smirked. “The green hair gave it away?”

“Kind of,” Conall giggled- yes, giggled.

Alex smiled before waving him off. “Well, we got to go find our friends. See you later!”

Conall waved them goodbye and after a second turned around to go look for his own friends. Magnus and Alex soon found their friends all sitting together in a compartment, talking amongst themselves.

“There you are!” Mallory said when they opened the door and walked in. “We thought you’d lose the train.”

“Sorry, sorry, we lost track of time," Alex apologised.

“Well, Alex did,” Magnus added with a smirk. Alex elbowed him in the ribs.

“Did anything happen while you were coming here?” T.J asked as Magnus and Alex sat down in the two empty seats their friends had saved for them.

“Not much.”Alex shrugged. “We did run into some boy called Conall Nithercott and…”

~~~~~~

A few weeks passed and the table 19 group was well into their fifth year, sixth in Halfborn’s case. All of the, with the exception of Halfborn again, were struggling to get used to the increased homework since this was their O.W.L year. Halfborn was simply having a good time laughing at their misery.

“Payback time!” He’d say triumphantly whenever he saw them die over their homework. Magnus was seriously regretting teasing him about how long he studied.

They were sitting at their beloved table 19 during breakfast when Alex saw that boy from the platform again. “Oh, hey!” She called out to him. “Good morning!”

They boy stopped in his tracks suddenly and looked at Alex, momentarily surprised before he wove back at her. “Good morning!”

“Is that the boy from the station?” Mallory asked in between mouthfuls of marmalade toast.

“Mm, yeah.”

"He reminds me of someone, but I can't remember who," Halfborn muttered. He stared at the boy for a moment before going back to slaughtering his bacon and sausages.

“You can’t remember what you ate for lunch yesterday,” Mallory teased him.

“I can. We had spaghetti yesterday.”

“Bad example,” grumbled Mallory. “The only thing you remember is food.”

“And how to annoy you,” Halfborn added.

The playful back and forth went on for a bit longer, but Magnus didn't pay much attention to what was piling. Lately, Halfborn and Mallory’s arguing (read: flirting) had been much more intense. Apparently, Alex agreed, because she leaned out of Mallory's field of vision to make a fake a gag at Magnus. Magnus nodded and repeated the action, only even more overdramatic.

God, those two needed to get together.

“O, anything new?” T.J asked as he spun his fork in his fingers. Magnus would be worried about it being dangerous if he hadn’t seen T.J do the same thing every year at breakfast since first year. The kid was a natural at spinning objects between his fingers.

As for ‘anything new?’, that was T.J’s lame excuse of a conversation started for whenever their conversation came to a dead end. It was always met with the same response:

“What new? We basically live together, we don’t have something new to talk about you don’t already know,” Mallory said. It was true that they didn’t have anything new to say, especially at the start of the day, but T.J’s stupid question had succeeded in getting the two love birds to stop flirting.

“Oh, um,” Sam said suddenly, making everyone at their table to turn and look at her. Whatever sudden thought she wanted to share with them had come to her, it seemed to embarrass her because she looked down at her plate and fiddled with her hijab.

“Yeah, what is it?” Magnus said, very interested all of a sudden. There was only one thing- or one person- that could make Sam this flustered.

“Yeah, sis, what is it?” Alex asked, wearing a shit-eating grin that matched Magnus’.

“Do tell,” Mallory added. Halfborn wiggled his eyebrows for extra effect.

“Well, um,” she trailed off. “Amir….”

“What was that, we didn’t hear you well?” T.J said.

“Amir and his family are coming over for dinner,” she said quickly and then immediately used her hijab to cover her blushing face.

As if on cue, the whole table broke into a unanimous ‘awwww’.

“Really?” Mallory asked excitedly. “What’s the occasion?”

“Nothing much, really,” Sam mumbled. “They had invited us over to dinner during the summer so we invited them back to be polite. And they’re good people, so it’s nice to spend time with them.”

“So when is the dinner?” Alex asked. “Will you have to leave school to go? Do I get to meet my future brother in law?”

“It’s this weekend, yes I will, I talked things over with Professor Sif and no, I don’t think you’ll get to meet him,” Sam answered.

“Tch, too bad. Can I at least get a photo? I need to know who will be marrying my baby sister.”

“I’m older than you!” Sam protested.

“By, like, a month,” Alex said. “Besides, you’re way too nice and pure. That makes you the younger one.”

“How-?” Sam started saying, confused by Alex's reasoning but gave up midway. "You know what, forget it."

“Aww, come on, I’m just teasing you!” Alex draped an arm over Sam’s shoulders and playfully rubbed her cheek on her sister’s shoulder.

“We want all the details when you get back, by the way,” Mallory added with a wink, for no other reason than to embarrass Sam. It worked.

~~~~~~~~~

Slytherin and Ravenclaw had Potions together this year, so Mallory, Sam, Alex and T.J were walking to class together. Or they would be if T.J hadn’t caught the flu and was stuck in the infirmary with Nurse Eir talking to him about her cats. As it were, the three girls had gone to class on their own.

Their only problem was that, normally, Sam and Mallory worked together and Alex worked with T.J. Without the boy there, Alex was left without a partner to work with.

“Now, children,” the Professor said, “find a partner and get your ingredients ready as I write the instructions on the board.”

Alex dropped her head on her hand and promptly sighed as Mallory and Sam moved to get their ingredients. “Ugh, great. Who am I going to work with now?” she grumbled under her breath.

“Um, excuse me?” someone said. Alex looked up to Conall standing next to her desk awkwardly.

“Ah, hi,” he waved nervously. “Do you have a partner?”

“No, he’s sick today.”

“Do you mind if we work together, then?” he asked. Alex gave him a good look up and down before mentally shrugging.

“Sure, sit down.”

The lesson went by fairly uneventfully. Conall was a good potions partner; he followed the instructions on the board and he didn’t blow up anything in their faces. They found a rhythm together after a bit and they worked together well. They even joked around under their breaths together so the teacher wouldn’t scold them.

"How come you're not working with any of your friends?" Alex asked as she was stirring around the contents of their pot, whatever that was. It had a weird, muddy brown colour and it smelled like a mix between mowed grass and meatloaf.

"We had a bit of an argument with my dose potions partner," Conall said. He didn't look up from the ingredient he was chopping. "He said he didn't want to work together anymore so I came to ask you since you were sitting on your own."

"What did you argue about?" Alex asked, before realising that maybe he didn't want to tell her.

Conall kept cutting up their what-were-they-called roots. “It’s nothing important.”

Alex simply nodded and went back to work.

It was when they had to stir their potion that things became boring. They alternated between motions, Alex doing the clockwise stirs and Conall doing the counter-clockwise stirs. The monotonous motion became boring and Alex could feel herself falling asleep in her chair. That was when Conall suddenly talked.

“What’s green and then red?” he asked.

“What?” Alex asked, going along with the joke.

“A frog in a blender.”

There was a moment of silence as Alex took it in and contemplated if Conall was kidding her or if the actual joke was that bad. When Conall did nothing to show that, yes, he had been joking, here is the real punch line, Alex snorted and smiled.

“Why do vampires believe everything you tell them?” Alex asked.

“Why?”

“Because they’re real suckers.”

Conall chuckled quietly and took the spoon from Alex in order to do his own stirs.

“What did one snowman say to the other?” he asked.

“What?”

“It smells like carrots out here.”

Alex snorted again and smirked. If this boy wanted a bad jokes show off, he was in for a wild ride. She had a reputation to uphold, after all.

“What do you call a cow with no legs? Ground beef.”

“What did one bean ask the other bean? How you bean?”

“What’s the best thing about Switzerland? I don’t know, but their flag is a huge plus.”

“How do crazy people go through their forest? They take the psycho-path.”

“Why should you not write with a dull pencil? Because it’s pointless.”

“What’s brown and sounds like a bell? DUUUUUNG.”

“Why do ghosts love elevators? Because they lift their spirits.”

“What is invisible and smells like carrots? Rabbit farts.”

“What do you call someone with no body and only a nose? Nobody knows.”

“What did one hand say to the other? You stay here, I’ll go on a head!”

“What did-“

“Miss Fierro, Mister Nithercott, I would appreciate it if you stopped joking,” the professor cut them off. Alex and Conall shut their mouths as the rest of the class snickered at them being scolded.

They finished their potion soon and, while it didn't look or smell exactly like it was supposed to, it wasn't that bad. Some other students mixed in the wrong dose of ingredients and their potion exploded, so at least Alex hadn't taken a shown in a potion that smelled like grass and meatloaf. Snicker at that, jerks.

“Do you accept I’m the undefeated champion at bad jokes?” Alex asked as they walked out of class.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re the best,” Conall chuckled. “Teach me your ways, oh great one.”

Alex giggled. “I will consider that, young warrior.”

"I appreciate that, master," Conall said with a bow and a straight face that really didn't match with the ridiculous things he was saying. "I would be honoured to become your apprentice."

“As you should be,” Alex said, giving her voice the most posh and snobbish tone she could manage. She held her elegant pose, he hands held together behind her back and her chin high, for a few moment before she broke character and started laughing. Conall joined her.

“So, are we friends?" Conall asked when he finally stopped laughing. His eyes were shining with the tears he had almost shed while doubled over and his cheeks were slightly red from laughing.

“Of course,” Alex said cheerily. “Anyone who can put up with my bad jokes is my friend.”

~~~~~~~~

“…so I threw the ball at Morrison, because, you know, I expected him to catch it, but-”

Malloy's story of how she had thrown another Slytherin player off his broom at yesterday's practice was cut short when Sam came and sat down at their table. The young girl had left school that weekend for her family's dinner with Amir's family and her friends knew she would come back sometime today. What they didn't expect was that she would come back with a black cloud hanging over her head. (Not literary, of course, but you get that.)

Sam didn't say anything, didn't greet them and didn't even look at them. She simply started piling food on her plate and eating it, pretty much stabbing the food with her fork. The rest of the group gave each other cautious looks, silently asking who would be the brave one to ask Sam what was wrong.

Sam…wasn’t the best person to be around when she was in a bad mood.

Halfborn shook his head viciously and made a big ‘X’ with his hands. Nah-ah, I’m not doing it. Mallory wasn’t much better off, shaking her head and crossing her arms firmly; she wasn’t going to do it either. T.J quickly pretended to abruptly fall asleep on the table, even throwing some fake snores in there too for extra effect, despite it being clear that he was faking it. Magnus raised his hands in the air, like a bandit surrendering to the town’s serif, and shook his head with a scared expression. He was the one to get the snake out of the hole the last time Sam was in a bad mood and he was in no way doing it again so soon, especially with no medical insurance.

Alex, seeing all her friends’ antics, groaned in exasperation. “Ugh, fine,” she mouthed at them.

“Sooo, Sam," she started, terribly awkward too. "How did the dinner go?"

“Fine!” Sam said curtly, picking up (read: stabbing) another piece of fruit from her plate. Magnus could swear he heard a cracking noise.

No one dared to speak. They exchanged questioning looks but no one was prepared to endanger their physical well being and say something.

“Um, you don’t seem fine?” Alex said hesitantly, so much so it came out as a question.

Sam groaned. “Ugh! It was going fine. The dinner was fine, but then I was washing the dishes in the kitchen and Amir offered to help me because they were so many and- ugh!”

Sam groaned again and let her head fall in her hands. “We were talking while cleaning and we were just joking around but then he started asking me about school. I can’t tell him I’m going to a Wizarding school, so I changed the subject, but…”

Sam sighed again, a sigh so loud the whole Hall of the Slain must have heard it. "He thinks I'm hiding something from him because I always changed the subject at dinner too whenever school came up."

“Where have you told him you’re going to school?” T.J asked.

“Just some boarding school I got a scholarship for. But he thinks it’s weird how he’s never heard about anything that happens at school or about my friends. We’ve always been close, since we were children, and we’ve always told each other everything. He’s worried that I don’t talk to him about Hogwarts.”

Magnus wasn’t sure this was a good idea, but he spoke anyway. “Why don’t you tell him then?”

“What am I supposed to say?” Sam snapped. “That on top of abandoning us, my father was also a wizard? That I go to a magic school with ghosts and that I have a wand and study how to make magic potions? He won’t believe me! He’ll think I’m crazy!”

Alex, T.J, Mallory and Magnus sent each other worried looks. Alex reached out tentatively and laid her hand on Sam’s arm. The other girl had pushed her plate aside and was lying face first on the table.

“Still… you’ll have to explain things to him somehow. You can’t just ignore this.”

“I know,” Sam said. She sounded defeated, like she was thinking about an assignment she had due and dreaded doing. “But I don’t know what to tell him. How am I going to do this?”

It felt… odd to see Sam so lost. Normally she was the mother of their group; if you were in trouble and didn’t know what to do, Sam was the one you went to for help. Now she was the one who needed it and Magnus felt like the universe had gaping upside down.

“You could-“ Mallory started saying before Sam cut her off.

“I’ll – I’ll figure it out somehow, but… can we please change the subject for now? I was away for two days, did I miss something?”

Halfborn started telling Sam about what had happened that weekend. They all wanted to help Sam solve thing between her and Amir (they all shipped it) but Sam didn’t want to talk about it anymore and they couldn’t force her to.

It was after the bell rang and they split up to go to their respective classes that Alex pulled Mallory and Sam to the side. If they weren’t going to talk about Sam’s love problems, they could still talk about Mallory’s. Alex has been meaning to talk to Mallory about this for long and now that Sam is back, the time is ideal. It will probably help her sister to forget her own problems too.

“Spill, girl,” Alex said when they were standing at a side of the hall as the other students walked by.

Mallory looked utterly confused. “Spill what?”

“Oh, come on! You were staring at Halfborn when the Gryffindors were training like you had never seen a man on a broom!”

It would never cease to amaze Alex how fast Mallory could turn as red as her hair. “I-I wasn’t!”

Alex rolled her eyes. “Yeah, and I’m the Queen of England.”

Mallory was quick to bow. “Your Majesty,” she said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Alex rolled her eyes once more and sighed in exasperation. She was about to talk but Sam spoke first.

“Now, why haven’t I been informed about our little Mallory flirting with Halfborn?”

“Well, you just came back. I didn’t have time,” Alex said as Mallory said “I wasn’t flirting!” with a blushing face.

"Okay, technically, she was just gaping at him like a fish, but it was close enough," Alex corrected herself once she heard what Mallory had said.

“I wasn’t- ugh!” the redhead groaned.

“You were checking him out,” Alex said matter of factly.

“No, I wasn’t!”

“So you weren’t staring at him?”

“Yes!”

“You’re sure you weren’t flirting with him?”

“Yes!

“So you do have a crush on him?”

“Yes!”

There was a moment of silence as what Mallory said sank in. The definition of a shit-eating grin spread across Alex's face and her sister was quick to follow. Mallory's cheeks went redder and redder as she realised what she had just admitted.

"I-I didn't mean that!" She said frantically. She was staring at the floor instead of at her two roommates, who were looking at her like children who had caught their sibling doing something bad and were about to blackmail them with it.

“Too late now!” Alex said triumphantly. “You can’t take back what you said!”

“I wasn’t thinking about it!” Mallory protested.

"Exactly," Sam said calmly, even though she was wearing the same mischievous grin as her sister. Seemed like Alex’s plan had worked on getting her to forget about Amir. “You weren’t thinking about what you were saying so you didn’t think of lying.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty obvious you like him,” Alex added. “And you might as well admit it already because I don’t think you want me to start singing ‘I won’t say I’m in love’ with Magnus and T.J.”

“You wouldn’t do that,” Mallory said. The image itself was silly enough to bring a smile to her lips despite how embarrassing it would actually be. That smile was quick to fall away when Alex didn’t laugh and say she was simply joking, instead looking at Mallory with deadly seriousness. Mallory paled in fear.

“You would?”

Alex shrugged. "We've been practising for some time now."

Mallory runs a hand over her face in exasperation. "I swear to any god out there, I'm going to embarrass you so much whenever you get a crush."

"So you admit to having a crush on Halfborn?" Alex grinned.

“N-no! God, you’re unbelievable!” Mallory turned on her heel and walked away, marching to class without once turning around to look at her friends. Alex would later say that she had been blushing, but she wasn’t. Of course she wasn’t.

Sam and Alex stayed at the side of the hall for a moment, watching their friend go.

“We’re not going to leave it at that, are we?” Sam asked after a second of silence.

“Oh, of course we’re not,” Alex said, a devilish smirk spreading across her face. “Time to put my matchmaking talents to work.”

Look, I know most people are wary of OCs in fanfiction, but trust me, I know what I'm doing (I hope I do)

#magnus chase #alex fierro #fierrochase #malloryxhalfborn #Magnus chase and the obligatory hogwarts au #my fics #ch6 #macag

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Hii. Was just wondering what kind of research preparation you had to do to accurately include real information of both Hadrian's and Alexander's history??? I just find it interesting to know, especially because I feel like it would take a lot of time and organizing alike. Love you and your story x

Welp, I scoured Hadrian's info first since I didn't know Alexander was going to be involved until the first journal entry. Lot of wiki and historian blogs and etc. Theres a good amount of info on hadrian because hw did a lot lol. Rebuit Agrippa's Pantheon, hadrian's wall etc. Just studied the fuck out of him, and Trajan, and his family, and Antinous etc. Wrote everything down in my journal to really internalize it. Alexander, I'd known a lot about because as a SIXTH grader, I'd watched the movie 'alexander' with angelina jolie and jaret leto (as hephaestion), and shipped those two HARDCORE. became obsessed. Every historical figure project throughout middle and high school was always alexander the great lmao. Read a lot about him in the library and was always upset his gayness wasnt even talked about. Sources always called alex and hephaestion "friends," and i hated that. Aristotle literally said they were "one soul abiding in two bodies" yeah, super friendly. These deniers of their love sound a lot like antis, lol. So anywho, i just did more brushing up on Alexander for the things I had forgotten, or new things I didn't already know, but i was quite familiar with him since idolizing him from 2006 to 2017. Now, the HISTORY research, though. That was intense. As soon as I knew Harry was as old as he was, and especially when I added Alexander, which is another nearly 400 years back, I researched 356 bc to 1973. All of it. All. Of. It. I have a notebook filled with everything i could find for like nearly every decade, but definitely every 50 years. Then after I had all these bullet points, I figured out where hadrian and alex were through all of it. It was pretty simple. Just plug them into a time period and reference what I wrote so i knew how to write it. Most of thats in the prequel tho, since its oh idk, IN THE PAST aha. I just wanted this shit to be accurate. I research the dumbest things sometimes just because i have to know. I sometimes spend an hour researching something for ONE SENTENCE that I'll only use once, and it gets pretty ridiculous sometimes, i gotta force myself to stop. I made a calendar to keep track of the dates so the music festival would happen at the right time and date id set it for, but i threw said calendar over my shoulder when shit got crazy, cuz no one cares anymore. Especially right this moment in their journey lol. Characters all have background pages in a notebook with little family trees if needed, alexander has a shit ton of pages, hadrian does, and then their relationship together has a shit ton of pages. Idk, i like to think I'm organized, but the only thing i post-it note in this notebook is the page with the chapter titles. So i have all this info, but if you were to ask me to pull it up, i have to flip through the whole fucking thing 😰😰 But yeah, anywho, this long af, I'm sorry. LOL

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2018

I’m pretty sure I skipped out on my year in review last year, but here goes my 2018 recap

So starting off this year I really thought I would be in a completely different place in my life than where I’ve ended up. January kicked off with an expectation (and promise from my boss) of getting a full-time job, moving to Los Angeles, and kicking off my #adult life away from home, but it never actually came. And I had to kick off the year with the reality of losing my job for real this time and having to start from scratch.

Career-wise I was kind of thrown for a loop. I was forced to reevaluate what it is I really wanted for myself. I went to LA with my mom for a week in March meeting with anyone who would give me five minutes of their time. I applied and applied like crazy- flew to NYC for an interview with Viacom in May, interviewed for two different positions at Amazon over the summer and just exhausted my resources in trying to find a reason to leave Miami, in trying to find a place in an industry with a culture I loathe but that produces content I love.

But during all that, I started working part-time at the history museum I worked at in undergrad. Back in the archives helping one of my best friends (who now runs it) handle her overflow of work. And through there, I’ve been surprisingly content. With the work I’m doing, the people I’ve met, the things I’ve learned and experienced. And somewhere down the line - my interests shifted. And I have a very different idea of who I want to be now. What I want to do and how I want to do it. I’ve somehow lost my disdain for Miami and am seeing what it has to offer and what I can do on my part to make it better. For myself, for others, for the community. Just - I don’t know - I’m no longer bitter about this city. I’ve come to realize I can make it wherever it is I want to be, and it’s okay to want to make it here. In my hometown where I grew up and went to college. I’ve had outside experiences and I don’t doubt I will have more down the line. But as of now, I’m happy to be here and I think I can find something substantial and worthwhile.

On the social side of things, I somehow inadvertently made my gym my second home. I’ve made new friends I never expected to make. One who I’ve gone to concerts with all year and even out to Austin for ACL in October. (Where we met up with our Boot Camp coach from the gym who has also weaved her way into my life). And the gym itself has become such an integral part of my life. My kickboxing game is insane. I started sparring in July and JiuJitsu in October and I’m for real looking forward to grappling once this new year starts. I also really unexpectedly and accidentally fell for my coach which has been a whirlwind of emotions because it’s the first time I’ve ever been so intensely attracted to someone. Even more so than the stupid boy from three years ago (more on him later). And I don’t think he is right for me in any way. And the longer this goes on, the more I think he’s not into me, but this attraction has been fucking insane and I still don’t know what to do with myself. For a few months there I was losing my mind because I kept trying to make sense of why I like this dude when all signs point to disaster and incompatibility, but after a while the urgency died down. Now I’m just kind of resigned to feeling how I feel and I’m not really sure where it’s gonna go. But goddammit he is so fucking hot, my body is so drawn to him I’ve never felt it this intense and UGH I just want SOMETHING to happen.

But beyond that, nothing on the romantic end has sprung up. I joined Bumble and tried it out for a few weeks. I still have it there and might give it another shot in due time, but honestly I have so little hope with that thing. Idk man. I know I’m also distracted by this coach man too. I just. I’m tired of being lonely. I feel so old and so behind in the relationship department. I wish something would come around.

On that note, though - back in August I decided to reach out to the boy from three years ago and see how he was. I was curious about what he was up to and honestly felt ready to face him. Liking another guy was probably the final push I needed to get to that final step and confirming I was well and truly over him. But anywho. We met up. And he came out to me. And I was fucking thrown. After several texts and letters and adult conversations about unspoken resentment and hurt feelings (especially on my part) we’re back to being friends. And one thing I realized is that I really loved him. And we work so well together because there are just so many fundamental things about me that he just GETS without trying. And we laugh together SO MUCH and just - well he really fucked with me back then, but I forgive his actions to an extent. And he’s back in my life in the only way I can stand it - because he’s gay. He’s back in this unexpected way and I have not laughed so hard with anyone in ages and I think this is honestly something great in a way I never saw coming and yeah. It’s made me really happy to have this chapter permanently closed and then reopened.

I also spent 2 weeks in Europe this year - visiting Amsterdam, Belgium, and Paris with my friend (who is also my boss at the museum technically) and it was really awesome and one of my happiest times this year.

So overall this year my highlights have been:

- career shift

- the gym (and my friends and crush that have come with it)

- mending an old wound and finding a friend in that boy again

- plus I traveled some and went to quite a few concerts this year

- OH! And my student loans were all paid off in February of this year so that’s been a huge relief

I just came back from spending four days with my best friend in Mexico City after a VERY long year of not seeing her. We both went through a lot of change this year and having each other I would say has kept us sane. So I’m incredibly happy I had the chance to see her and just be for a few days.

So I’m ending the year in bed, at home in the quiet of my room. I’m tired and moody from my trip and just want some solitude for a while. And even though I’m not directly celebrating at the moment, my house is filled with people that I love. And their chatter and laughter gives me more comfort than I’d normally care to admit.

For the new year I really just want to find a full-time job I love. And have SOMETHING happen with this coach dude. Like. I just really want to scratch the itch. I no longer think anything romantic can come of this. But sOMEthING has to. And then after that, I wish for the real thing to come around.

Happy new year!

#personal #Michelle's year in review #2018 recap #Happy new year 2019

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