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cals-sunflower · 4 years

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the heart you broke (l.h)

summary: the one insecurity you have in your relationship with luke is brought up in a heated argument.

the sound of the door opening and closing made you grin to yourself knowing that your boyfriend was finally home. you hadn’t seen him since the morning when he kissed your head and mumbled an i love you before he left for the studio.

“there’s my favorite girls,” petunia’s head lifted up at luke’s voice and walked over to greet him. he bends down to give him some kisses and pets before sitting on the couch next to you. “hiya babe, how was the studio?”

“it was fantastic baby! we finally finished the album and i can’t wait for you to hear it at the listening party,” he rests a hand on your thigh leaning back with his head on the wall, “how was your day honey?”

“first of all i’m proud of you guys because i know how hard you guys worked for this album. it makes me happy to see you happy and my day was okay i guess. watched more criminal minds episodes and cuddled with piggy,” you nodded your head towards the tv that had a paused screen of the show.

“gosh i missed you,” he nuzzles his head into your neck placing small kisses to the exposed skin. “you’ve been away from me for a few hours lu. you make it sound like you haven’t seen me in years,” giggling while he now moved to place kisses all over your face.

“a few hours too long my love,” luke pecks your lips once more and leans away from you to give you space. “watch the show with me?” his phone rang loudly not giving him a chance to reply to you.

“hey ash what’s up?” seeing ashton’s face pop up on the screen. “hi ash! miss you and congratulations on finishing the album.”

“thanks y/n! it means a lot and i called to ask you guys and tell you everyone is going out in honor of finally being done with another album. wanted to see if you were coming or not.”

“yeah, we’re gonna be there mate. it’s about time we let lose after being so stressed out,” you freeze at luke’s words. you never were the one for going out to the club, not liking all the sweaty bodies and feeling closed in.

“sounds great, we’re going to the usual spot. see you then mate!” luke bids his goodbye with ashton turning to you after hanging up. “um lu babe, you know the club isn’t really my thing,” you were uncomfortable having this conversation because it’s not like he didn’t know how much you don’t enjoy being at the club. it was different at listening parties or parties at the houses because you pretty much knew everyone and felt safer.

“i know princess but promise you’ll think about going? we have a few hours before having to go and it would be greatly appreciated if you’re there celebrating with me,” he rubs your thigh with his thumb giving you a small smile.

“sure, i’ll think about it babe.”

“great now let’s watch criminal minds.”

you knew he was upset as he took glances at you sitting on the bed with his shirt on not moving a muscle to get ready to go.

“so you’re not going?” you shook your head sadly at him. “yeah of course you’re not.”

“what the hell is that supposed to mean?” you thought he’d at least be a bit more understanding but that wasn’t the case at all. “you do this shit all the time y/n.”

“well what’s wrong with that?” your brows furrowed which seemed to fuel his fire even more. “imagine having a boring fucking girlfriend who wants to stay inside all the time. you literally go to work, come home and follow the same routine everyday,” you felt your anger level rising not understanding where this was coming from and why he was talking to you with such hostility.

“i’m fucking sorry that i don’t feel comfortable. quit being a dick about it.” this lead you guys into spiting words you didn’t mean at each other and yelling at each other. why was he being a completely different luke than he was a few hours ago?

“at least sierra wouldn’t be a homebody,” he runs his hand into his golden curls, “she’d be out there celebrating with us unlike you.”

“well go fucking call her then! if you miss her so much,” your breathing was uneven but you refused to notice how you were on a thin thread of crying. “yeah maybe i will, then maybe i’ll finally be the fuck away from you,” the venom in his tone left a bitter taste in your mouth. with that he grabbed his jacket and phone, stomped his feet downstairs and slammed the door.

you slide your back to the wall and pulled your knees up to your chest. you replayed all of his words and started self doubting. had you really been that annoying to him for following your daily routine? did he really think you were boring? and was he still in love sierra? you didn’t notice you were crying until the first tear drop landed on your hand leading you to cry harder.

not knowing how you ended up at sierra’s house, you closed your car door and walked up to her door knocking on it lightly. of course you’ve been over here at a party she hosted and you always thought she was more of luke’s type. confident, bubbly, social and outgoing but he resured you that they were nothing but friends. now you weren’t so convinced he wasn’t still in love with her.

“y/n? what’s wrong?” sierra looks at your face seeing the puffy tear stained eyes and red nose. “i don’t mean to bother you but luke is still in love with you. he basically confirmed it without saying so tonight before he left and i don’t wanna stand in front of his happiness,” you felt your cheeks heat up and your heart pounded coming to the conclusion luke no longer wanted you.

“wait what? i’m not understanding, did you wanna come in to cool down?”

“no no, just wanted to um let you know so you guys can be happy again. it’s obvious he’s not as happy with me and i should have knew that. i mean look at you, who would honestly pick me over you,” you lifted your head up to give her a sad smile before walking away despite her calling out your name.

she watched your car leave and felt panicked. not knowing what to do sierra rushed to grab her phone and call luke. no answer, so she calls all the boys until calum finally answers.

“hey sierra? you okay?”

“listen to me, did luke tell you guys anything that happened?”

“with y/n? yeah he said that they got into an argument before he came here. why’d you ask?” sierra felt awful knowing that he probably said something about her to you.

“i think he compared me to y/n. she was just here a few minutes ago telling me that she didn’t want to stand in front of luke’s happiness and that he was still in love with me which i know isn’t true.”

“are you kidding me? we have to get in touch with her, i’ll call you back,” she sits with her phone in hand wondering what in the hell lead him to compare you to her.

“we have to go like now. luke your girlfriend went to sierra’s and told her you were still in love with her,” luke was confused about why you even did that until it hit him that it was his fault. the color drained from his face now realizing the weight of his words. luckily none of them started drinking so michael grabbed the keys and lead the boys to the car.

“call y/n ash, make sure she’s okay,” ashton nodded dialing your number.

“hi ash, is everything okay?” everyone could hear your small sniffles.

“hey kid, where are you?”

“i’m at home but i’m packing up my stuff. i thought you guys were at the club, no?” luke’s heart beats faster at the thought of you leaving because he doesn’t want you to leave. he doesn’t know why those words came out of his mouth, he didn’t mean them whatsoever.

“are you going to tell me why you’re packing or-“

“me and luke had an argument about how i didn’t feel comfortable going out but didn’t want to stop him obviously. some words were said back and forth until he said that sierra wouldn’t have stayed at home. so i told him to call her if he missed her so much and then he said that he would and he’d finally be away from me. not to mention he said that i was boring. so i figured that was the end of our relationship, you know?”

luke wanted to scream that it wasn’t true and if he could take it back he would. he loved you so much despite being together for only five months. he didn’t know what to say and it bothered him knowing he hurt you and didn’t think about it.

“doll you know that’s not true, right? luke loves you so much-“

“yeah but not as much as sierra. ash i want him to be happy and i didn’t realize how unhappy he was with plain old me. i try so hard to be outgoing but i’m just naturally an introvert. but ash i have to go, i love you and please don’t tell luke. i’ll most likely be gone before he comes back,” ashton tries to get you to not hang up but it was too late.

when they opened the door they seen your suitcase in front of it. you walked in the living room with a duffel bag and paused upon seeing the four australian men standing there with sad eyes. “what are guys doing here?”

“babe,” you winced at the nickname feeling yourself about to cry once more tonight. “please don’t say it. i already know.” luke steps forward towards you but you backed up keeping the space between the two of you.

“you don’t know. i’m sorry i made you feel this way, you know i love you. i didn’t mean it and I don’t know why i even said it,” you shake your head looking down.

“luke please it’s okay and i understand. i want you to be happy even if it’s not with me.”

“but honey, i’m so happy being with you and love coming home to you,” luke’s eyes began watering feeling like a terrible person for ever saying something like that. he didn’t know just how insecure you were when it came to sierra and that past relationship. they watched as you leaned down to kiss petunia on the head and give her a little scratch.

“i’ll miss you baby, i love you so much,” you stood up and then kissed luke’s cheek. “thank you for making me incredibly happy for the past few months. i wish you well luke,” he tried protesting for you to stop but you didn’t want him to see you cry so you grabbed your bags and walked to your uber that pulled up not too long ago. and just like that you were gone. luke had lost you and he didn’t know what to do.

“guys, i fucked up and now she’s actually gone,” the tears that had rested in his eyes fell down freely knowing you removed yourself out over an argument. he compared you to his ex and it’s all his fault you were gone.

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verobatto · 4 years

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Destiel Chronicles

Vol. XCV

It was a love story from the very beginning.

And You Are Not Here... (Part. III)

(13x04)

Hello my friends! This is another meta from season 13. We are still mourning with Dean...

I'm gonna focus in just one episode, because I have a lot of things to say about this one. Obviously, the majority of the things have been already analyzed by the meta community.

But, let's see what we find...

Move on

Remember how the last episode ended, with Dean blowing out his feelings and pain to his brother, so, this episode starts with Sam trying to talk with his brother about that. And by that I mean: Cas.

SAM: Hey. How you feelin’?

[DEAN is working on his laptop. He looks up at SAM, but doesn’t reply.]

Sam understands now that fact he had always suspect, what really means to Dean losing Castiel. But Dean sees it coming and doesn't answer, because he knows he let his pain and mourn talking by themselves, and now he wants to come back to hide behind his walls. But Sam won't let that goes so easy. Another heated discussion about Jack brings the topic back.

SAM: Dean, we can’t hide him forever. And, you know, just keeping him cooped up here isn’t working.

DEAN: Yeah, it is, actually. You wanna know why? Because as long as he’s here, he’s not out there doing God knows what. So what, does this mean that your plan for bringing Mom back isn’t working? ‘Cause I’ll say it again—Mom’s dead, Sam. Lucifer ripped out her freakin’ heart. Now, the sooner you can wrap your head around that, the sooner we can all move on.

(Gif set credit @demondetoxmanual )

Look at this, Sam takes Dean's words and immediately repeats the ask but with another different meaning, aeaning his brother gets immediately. Sam tilts his head, and his eyes are searching for the answer in Dean's face, because he knows he won't have the answer in words from him.

These exchange of gazes is so so important, because Dean is saying "Are you really asking me if I can move on... From CAS?" Because is obvious Sam was implying that, for Dean, losing Cas was more painful and unbearable than losing Mary. "You want to move on, from mom?"

The pause, the coma, is pointing Sam is referring Castiel, not mom. Is not mom the one you want to move on, right?

Dean's silence is priceless, both men talks without talking, and both know what they're talking about. Of course Dean can't move on from Castiel. And Sam knows it. Because he experienced the same with Jess.

And Dean changing the subject after that is saying HE WON'T TALK ABOUT IT.

Lies and Toxicity

We have a beautiful scene between Jack and Sam, in which Jack snaps all the bad things he heard last night. But Sam explains to him, they need his help to bring Mary back, and Jack can connect again with S through the pain of losing their moms. And he gives the kid a tip to conquer Dean's sympathy.

SAM: (...) Listen, if there’s one thing that Dean respects, it’s effort. So come along. Help us out. Let’s go be the good guys.

So we'll see the kid really giving everything in this mission.

Another quote that caught my attention was Jack saying this:

JACK: I thought lying was wrong.

Just came to my mind episode 14x19, when Jack is sick of so much lies and turn the world into 'just truth's real madness!

And another foreshadow in the same episode we will have Cas coming back, they're talking about this ...

DEAN: (...) why’d she come back from the dead and knife his ass?

JACK: People come back?

SAM: When a person dies and their soul can’t move on…

Talking about this in this specific episode has a meaning: the wife, the woman that man loved coming back from the death, is a reflection of Castiel coming back at the end of this episode. Souls that can't move on, is talking about Dean and Castiel's decease.

Another thing that is pointed in this episode is Sam seeing the bad things of John Winchester in his brother.

Castiel in the Empty

As the preamble to Castiel in the Empty, we had this dialogue here...

JACK: My mother… could she be a ghost?

SAM: No, we, um… we burned the body.

DEAN: That’s right, and what gets burned… stays dead.

Dean is saying this to himself because they burnt Cas' body too, but this scene is cut and we jump into the next one: Castiel walking around the Empty.

Then, again, Dean goes with this quote here...

DEAN: So, aside from getting dead, what do Gloria and Wes have in common?

And the scene cuts to Castiel again, emphasis in loved people that was dead, and now comes back from it.

Another interesting scene is Dean finding Gloria's diary of mourning.

SAM: More of the same. Um, he really was into the whole catharsis thing.

DEAN: Yeah, sure. Who wouldn’t be? I mean, it’s like another word for “happy ending”.

Dean shows here he knows exactly what that is, and how you can feel when you lose the love of your life. The "happy ending" is a reference of a suicidal thoughts as another way out from the pain. And as we will see in the next episode, was a way out Dean was considering for himself. Also, the journal was made by John after Mary died, and was made by this widow, after his wife died. Is important because in the interview with MIA (the ship shifter therapist) she will ask Dean if he has a diary.

Sam talks about catharsis, as an important way to process the pain, and he really tried to make his brother to do that at the beginning of the episode. Failing.

MIA: Mm. Most of the people I see are in the same boat. No warning, no goodbye, no closure.

These words play an important role for Sam, Jack and Dean, in loosing their mothers and loosing Castiel.

They exchanged heated words again in front of Mia, Sam accusing Dean because he is not carrying well with the deaths, and we'll have again an indirect question, with second meaning. Sam will be talking about Castiel again. But then, and just like Dean did at the end of the previous episode, Sam will have his blow out about losing Mary. Is a blatant comparison between Romantic Love (CAS/Dean) and Family Love (Sam/Mary).

Sam leaves, and Mia points at Dean. Dean drinks from his flask. He was doing that and eating a lot, as he always does when he loses Cas.

MIA: (...) You’re angry, Dean.

DEAN: And?

MIA: And if you don’t want to do anything about it, that’s your business. But you’re aiming it at everyone in your life.

Dean will take these words and do something about it, at the end of the episode. But, I want to talk a little about visual Narrative here, because while Mia was talking with Dean, there was a picture behind her, with BLUE/GREEN AND RED COLORS (Destiel).

The scene between CAS talking with the empty that had taken his shape is intertwined with the shape shifter that took Dean's shape. This is very meaningful bc both creatures decided to take the protagonists of this love story shapes.

So, the Empty explains where Castiel is, and also, is baffled by the angel that woke him up. Is the first time someone wakes up in the Empty, and the entity is really mad at it.

But Castiel doesn't know why he woke up, so, he went with the first idea: Maybe the Winchesters did some deal or spell. But they didn't.

The Empty represents all the darkness inside of Castiel: his doubts, his depression, his fears, his weakness. So, the only way to keep him there SLEEPING (as the image of depression) is to point at the lack of faith in coming back, or in feeling himself loved or needed.

The following dialogue shows us how smart is our angel.

CASTIEL: Having me awake causes you pain.

COSMIC ENTITY: If you can’t sleep, I can’t sleep. Yeah? And I like sleep. I need sleep.

CASTIEL: Then get rid of me.

COSMIC ENTITY: Oh, should I, should I?

CASTIEL: Send me back to Earth.

Castiel immediately detect the point of it, and tries to give a resolution for both of them.

COSMIC ENTITY: Or I throw you so deep into the Empty that you can’t bother me anymore, hmm?

CASTIEL: Except you know that won’t work, or you would’ve done it already.

COSMIC ENTITY: Pretty smart. Pretty smart, dummy.

CASTIEL: Send… Me… Back.

The first conclusion CAS arrives is by his side. The only way the Empty can get some peace is sending him back to Earth. What Cas doesn't know is, the empty won't come back to sleep, ever again after this.

COSMIC ENTITY: That’s not part of the deal. No, no. Besides, you don’t want to go back.

CASTIEL: Yes, I do. Sam and Dean need me.

COSMIC ENTITY: Oh, save it.

When the Empty says SAVE IT, is because he knows the excuse is making CAS to come back, is not the real one he has in his heart. Oh, save it is not because of that, is because ONE MAN NAMED DEAN WINCHESTER.

Because immediately after this, the Empty mocks him about it...

(Gif set credit @petercapaldi )

Look at Castiel's face when the Empty refers to his feelings as TULIPS, because the tulips represents the perfect lover, passion and romanticism. The tulip is a symbol of sincere love. It is an incredibly romantic flower that when giving it you express infatuation, passion, unconditional love, pure love.

So, the Empty is saying here: save it, you are in love, you want to come back because you are in love.

To the Empty, is very disgusting, aberrant, and it annoys him. He qualifies it as "little feelings"

Because he's trying to erase the hopes in Castiel. So, he shows him he knows everything about him, and if he didn't understand at first with the tulips reference, he makes it clear now I KNOW WHO YOU LOVE.

And seeding again the depression, because he needs CAS sleeping or defeated, he continues...

Unrequited Love. The Empty exposes right in front of Cas' eyes the fear of being unrequited. With this, he is trying to show him WHY WOULD YOU COME BACK IF DEAN DOESN'T LOVE YOU BACK? He needs to cut any hopes in the angel.

And after this, he shows CAS l his mistakes, and fears, and regrets, and guilts. All the bad things, all his darkness, to put him back to sleep.

But then, Castiel gets it, he is already saved. And with more energy and hopes inside his heart, he faces the empty again:

CASTIEL You can prance and you can preen and you can scream and yell and remind me of my failings but somehow, I’m awake. And I will stay awake and I will keep you awake until we both go insane. I will fight you. Fight you and fight you for…ever. For eternity.

COSMIC ENTITY No. No.

CASTIEL Release me. Release… me.

Symbolism again! Castiel asking his own darkness and depression, and regrets to release him in that moment, he release himself from all of that and he returns stronger than never.

Lack of Faith

Back to Dean, Jack and Sam with the shape-shifters we can see another interesting visual element, next to Dean: Sunflower.

The sunflower is the symbol of the Sun and symbolizes love and admiration. But also happiness, vitality, positivity and energy. ... For some religions it is a symbol of the one who permanently seeks God, the divine, since the star king symbolizes God.

This could be linked to what Dean means to Cas, but I think is mostly what Cas means to Dean.

But jumping into the dialogues and the symbolism and parallel of having two Deans as we had two Cas, there's a little clue for a foreshadow...

Look at this, the scene is pretty blatant, we have Buddy, Mia's ex, obssesed with her, jealouse of her life, intertwined with the dialogue between Dean and Jack, showing how important Jack is.

So, Buddy is the Empty, Mia is Castiel. And the most important thing in there, is Jack... These are the ingredients and this is the dialogue...

BUDDY: I never stopped looking for you.

JACK: I can’t.

BUDDY: And when I found this place, when I saw all that…

DEAN: Yes, you can.

BUDDY: …warm, fuzzy good you were doing. I couldn’t let you have that.

Buddy is the Empty saying to Mia, CAS, that he will search for him in a future, and he will see his happiness, one of the most important persons to CAS is JACK, that's why the dialogues are mixed here.

DEAN: Sammy believes in you, and when he believes, he’ll go Hell for leather…

BUDDY:

So I took it all away, and it was fun.

DEAN …but you gotta try.

Again, the Empty mirror talking about taking all away from Mia, Castiel's mirror, and we have Dean talking to Jack. This is the foreshadow of 14x08, when the Empty will come for Jack in Heaven.

MIA You’re… you’re a…

BUDDY: What? A monster? Well, so are you. And it’s about time you embraced that. So I’m not gonna kill those boys. You are. You end them, or you die, courtesy of Tweedledee’s silver bullets. So what’s it gonna be, princess?

MIA: Shoot me. Shoot me!

And now we have Castiel's mirror giving her life in exchange for Dean and Jack. Just like CAS will do with his deal with the Empty in 14x08 and his ultimate Sacrifice in 15x18.

Now, the last scene. Sam is ready to move on from having faith but Dean will take the advice that Mia gave him. But in this attempt of stopping Sam from being like him, he will show again one of his deepest feelings...

(Gif set credit @aborddelimpala)

Dean had lost faith, hopes, because he lost Castiel. And Castiel represented all of that to him.

Sam is worried, and Dean just realized he said it. He had just showed his brother part of his depressive thoughts. And the sadness in his face is all over.

Miscellaneous: The address in Mia's office door was 219, this is a very interesting visual element, is a reference to episode 2x19, "Folsom Prison Blues", in which Sam and Dean were two prisoners, trying to show their innocence. Finally breaking free. As a foreshadow of the emotional prison we will see in Dean's possesion in episode 14x09.

To Conclude:

This episode is full of symbolism and is centered on Castiel and his storyline with the Empty.

The episode shows us too the pain carried by Dean, Jack and Sam in loosing the people they love and how each one of them walks through it in different ways.

Hope you like this meta, see you in the next one!

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spookidema · 4 years

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Never Trust a Stranger

Day 2 of Spooki Month

Vampire!Park Seonghwa

Genre: Angst

Summary: You don't know how you were convinced to be at this club on Halloween but you wanted to be anywhere but here. Rumors of things that go bump in the night get more frequent during this time of year, and you wanted nothing more than not to be the dinner of a creature of the night, but we don't always get what we want.

Author Note: Welcome to post number 2 also known as Day 2 of Spooki Month. This one also was suposed to be posted yesterday but Tumblr deleted the writing in the draft. Hope you enjoy and again watch out for more coming up. Also the look Seonghwa is wearing is the outfit he wore on Weekly Idol. The episode where Yeosang exposed him, San, and Wooyoung.

Tag: @alwayschoosechocolate

You wanted nothing to do with the club you are currently in. Most people could tell by the way you stood at the bar instead of dancing with the group of old college friends, that convinced you to join them clubbing. Tell by the way you swirled the drink in your hand with disinterest. Clubs were never really your scene. You were more of a 'wine at home with a good movie' kind of person than a 'sweaty nightclub during October' kind of person.

"Come on, (Y/N)," Jisoo, one of your old college friends, begged. "Come dance with us."

"Jisoo, I'm fine here watching," you said smiling at the slightly drunk girl. "Go have fun."

"But you have been sitting here alone since we got here," Jisoo continued to beg." Who knows the next time we will all be together again."

"We have all night, Jisoo," you waved dismissively. "Go have fun, bud. Who knows? You might find someone to take home."

Jisoo rolled her eyes playfully before sauntering away back to the crowd in the middle of the dance floor.

Turning back to your drink at the bar, you were just about to take a sip of your drink as someone slipped beside you. You looked over to the person. It was a tall male. His black hair was swept back and to the side. He wore a simple white tshirt, black leather jacket, and black jeans with a simple silver necklace and a single hooped earring. His features were sharp and slightly intimidating. Just for a split second, you swore that his eyes flashed a crimson color but it could been a trick of the light.

"I wouldn't drink that if I was you," he said. His voice was velvety and deep. "Huh," all you said as you stared at him."

"Your drink," he continued slowly." I wouldn't drink it if I were you. I just saw someone put something in it while you were talking to your friend."

"Damn it," you growled pushing the drink away from you." Fucking hell, what's wrong with people?"

"They wanted an easy target, I'm guessing," the man shrugged leaning on the bar. "Taking a distracted woman and wait the 30 minutes just to try and swoop in to be the savior of the day to take advantage of the poor girl as they tried to 'help'."

"Sounds like you're familiar with this type of situation," you said with a raised eyebrow. "Play hero often?"

"Considering I have to keep the people of my club safe," he said with a smirk.

"Your club," interest laced your voice." You own this place?"

"My brother and I own this place," he replied." We barely come to this floor of this club."

"Well then," you nodded." Can I get the name of the mystery owner of this fine establishment?"

"Park Seonghwa," Seonghwa answered," can I have the name of the beautiful woman who I saved?"

"(Y/N)," you answered as well.

"Nice to meet you," Seonghwa said waving to the bartender.

AS the bartender approached, you started to feel like someone/someones was staring at you. You looked around and you saw seven pairs of eyes on you from the upstairs balcony. The shortest one was giving you a smirk making you tense up as Seonghwa tapped the side of your arm. When you looked toward Seonghwa, Seonghwa's eyes glowed slightly and you stared for a second before the glow died and the tension melted off.

"I had the bartender make you one of me and my brother's favorite drinks," Seonghwa said his eyes brown." It's really good."

"Oh really," you said looking into the glass he slid your way ." My momma always said never to take drinks from handsome strangers."

"Smart woman," he chuckled as his voice slipped slightly more velvety."Drink it." Without another word you drank the drink. It was fruit with a slight metallic taste. It lacked the usual alcohol taste, but never the last it was good.

"There you go,"Seonghwa smiled slightly."Now tell me about yourself."

And that you did.

You told him about how you a 22 year old AB- art major who lived with three cats and two cacti. How you were not really a people person never the less a club person. How you don't really talk to many people have from a couple of boys you worked with and a couple of their roommates. How you rarely speak to your family due to them not caring for the major you chose.

As you spilled your guts, time seemed to pass quickly.

Your friends would tap you every once in a while to tell you that they were leaving one by one with people that peaked their interest and you nodded to them to acknowledge them but you really didn't take your eyes off Seonghwa.

Once you finished, Seonghwa stared at you for a moment. You head spinning slightly making you sway on your feet for a second.

"You wanna get out of here," he asked tilting his head back slightly.

"And where would we go," you questioned raising one of your eyebrows.

"I have a couple of places in mind. You want to invite me to your apartment," he smirked and for some reason your body started to go into 'fight or flight' mode and running was what you wanted to do.

"I should really get home," you declined with a forced smile pushing from the bar.

"Let me walk you then," Seonghwa insisted as he paid for your tab from your earlier drinks."You were drinking and its late."

"No, that’s fine," you said glancing back to balcony again seeing the seven pairs of eyes still staring down at you."I don't live far. Thanks though."

"I don't like being refused,(Y/N)," his face set straight as you go to walk away,"Let me walk you home. Call it even for earlier."

"No,Seonghwa," you said glaring slightly."Look. Thanks for the save and the drink and conversation, but my answer is no. No, you can not walk me home."

AS you walked away, you could feel his eyes follow you and he seemed pissed.

Making your way home under the October harvest moon, you couldn't help to feel like Seonghwa's rage was following making you feel paranoid. You were looking behind you every now and then. Your apartment building was just in sights when you were pulled into an alleyway.A hand covered your month as you were slammed into the side of one of the buildings. Red glowing stared down at you.

"Tsk,tsk,(Y/N). You should have just let me take you home and we could have done this in the comforts of your home and not in a dirty alley."

Seonghwa. He followed you.

"You could have died in your warm home, but you had to be difficult," he shook his head sneering causing a sharp pearly tooth to be exposed." I hate it when my food doesn't listen."

'Vampire,' you thought gasping behind his hand. You tried to push him away. "Stop moving," he glowed out making your arms to drop involuntary to your sides and your body to go slack slightly."Much better. You know when you said you blood type was AB-, I almost drained you right there in the club. I love AB-. So so rare but so so sweet."

The chills of terror spread across your body. Ice filled your veins as Seonghwa licked his lips taking his hand away from your mouth to cradle your jaw tilting it to the side. Seonghwa chuckled lowly as he leaned into your neck breathing in deeply.

"This is going to hurt a lot," he said scraping one of his fangs down your neck."Do not scream."

Then he sank his teeth into your neck.

It felt like knives or needles were digging their way into every inch of your body draining you of all your blood. Felt like the heat of the sun was injected straight in your bloodstream. You wished you could scream but somehow Seonghwa made it where you couldn't. Your body completely went slack causing Seonghwa to hold your form. You were becoming weak as time passed. Spots swimming in you vision.

As Seonghwa unlatched himself from you neck, he let you fall onto the ground. You laid on the ground soundless your vision darkening as he knelt down brushing hair from your face.

"Shame to leave you dying in this alley,(Y/N)," he said smoothing down your hair."Alone without anyone knowing til its too late. Goodbye,(Y/N)."

He sunk into the darkness disappearing. You let out a string of wimpier as you were finally able to make sounds. You started saying your goodbyes in the darkness as your vision left you.

Muffled footsteps enter your ears as you faded.

"Hyung, she's dying," one voice said. "Help her."

"We have you, ....,"another voice said. "We won't let you die."

#park seonghwa fanfic #park seonghwa angst #ateez vampire au #ateez angst #might continue this one dont know yet #halloween #spookidema

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stellarcat52 · 4 years

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Timeless blue chapter 7

Yeah this is short, however I cannot for the life of me write fighting scenes. Also the time of occurance for half of this chapter is off and I kinda hate it but I wanna keep moving. Yeah I skipped two episodes, but like hell they’d change much.

Krel wasn’t used to fighting without technology on his side, but when the time came for the battle to begin- sundown- he was right next to Douxie. His shadow traps proved useful, often honing in on certain body parts to restrict an enemy’s capability. When Douxie and Merlin split to fight Morgana, he hesitated despite Douxie’s reassurance. Anyone can die in a fight, neither of them wanted to loose the other despite the uncertainty of their relationship. No conversations between the two of them seemed very personal since the attempt on Arthur’s life.

Krel had been watching when Douxie confronted the king, that familiar side of the now-master wizard blossoming out towards such a damaged person. Had Douxie not been a wizard, that would be his greatest strength, it still might be. His ability to care, know when to fight and when to talk, how to get people on his side. Everything an akiridion Royal should be, everything a leader of any sort should be.

But that moment, when Douxie says he’s nobody, Krel feels a sense of understanding. Not being as good as others want, being useless when someone needs you, not being able to take credit, but also being able to save people.

He didn’t interfere, no words were spoken by him, Douxie might have noticed him, but Krel didn’t hang out where he wasn’t needed that evening. Once Galahad stepped up to stand with Arthur, Krel made himself scarce until the battle itself.

“For Camelot, and glory!” Arthur finished, raising Excalibur to the sky as the army cheers and echoes the cry.

“I know the Trollhunter isn’t here, but we are! Champions!” Douxie starts, “When I get you all back home, brunch on me. For Camelot!” When I get you all back home.

“I look forward to it.” Krel responded, whispering as Merlin came to speak.

———

Of course the battle was chaos. Trolls and humans clashing while Krel, someone who was spiritually neither, simply fought whoever his friends were fighting. Especially once Daya and the good trolls showed up.

Morgana appeared in a golden swirl, attacking as soon as she was registered in the mind of Arthur. As her magic hit dozens in the fight, it didn’t pass over him.

Golden black magic entered his body just as Claire’s shadowmancy had. He felt it settle in his core, wild and unknown and powerful. The strange golden glow infected his body, startling allies and sane enemies alike.

Douxie and his separation after Morgana made her appearance did worry him, he knew Morgana was powerful but had not seen it before this battle. Truly, it was unlike anything he had seen before.

The battle continued as all battles did, blood and death that Krel could barely put to the back of his mind. Gumm-Gumms and humans fell, sacrifices on both sides, all fighting for what they believe in.

——

The arcane order appeared, Krel still glowing gold as he was unsure how to tame it like he had the shadows. Morgana appeared, he was to her back. Had Krel wanted to he could have attacked and ended it.

The war became a haze, shouts and screams, magic and metal clashing, fire and blizzards.

Krel took a few too many hits.

He woke up after the battle was over, alive but dimmer in his glow. Arthur was dead and Morgana sealed away. The battle was won and they could go home.

——

Krel didn’t have anyone to say goodbye to, Claire was worrying about Jim, asking Krel and Douxie about ways to save him, but Akiridion tech could only do so much to a biological body without hours, possibly days, of adding modifications. They simply didn’t have that time.

“You said to make the tough calls old man.” Douxie activated the portal, a wondrous sight for anyone to see lighting up the night sky. “I wonder if you’ll absorb time magic when you go through?” Douxie spoke out loud, watching the portal as Jim and Claire had a moment.

Krel shrugged, “Time travel is confusing, but I doubt it since I didn’t on the way here. Would I look good in green?”

"I think you would look amazing in green, or any color for that matter."

Jim and Claire stepped aboard the ship, ready to face whatever happened together. Douxie didn’t hesitate as he flew them back into the present, where another battle awaited.

#timeless blue fic #krel x douxie #douxie x krel #drel #krelxie #krexie #school is gonna mess with uploading

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thefigureinthecorner · 4 years

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sam/mark playlist cover is done 👀

notes under the cut again

venus- sleeping at last: I was a billion little pieces/'Til you pulled me into focus/Astronomy in reverse/It was me who was discovered plus like. Everything about constellations in this? bc of the sam constellation and all that. idk this song just makes me Feel Things

from eden- hozier:

Honey you're familiar like my mirror years ago

Idealism sits prison, chivalry fell on it's sword

Innocence died screaming, honey ask me I should know

I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

the song has some v good mark-to-sam vibes to me

bulletproof picasso- train:

for sam:

Am I made of paper

'Cause I tear so easily

Am I made of vapor

Because I disappear

Do I have to have a reason

For anything I feel

Just be glad I'm real

Glad I'm real

Am I real

and for mark:

Did you ever see the waves break

Into a million pieces

Or stay awake

With someone who was dying

You don't need to tell me

Anything at all

I'm just glad you're here

Glad you're real

Are you real

world’s on fire- mike shinoda: so much about this song, but i’m v fond of the chorus:

When the world's on fire, all I need is you

I don't always think to say it, but it's true

When I just wanna disappear

You're the one who keeps me here

The world's on fire, all I need is you

fallorun- andrew bird: it has a lot of like. episode 53 vibes. i think. so i guess more breakup-y than shippy lol but like it fits them so it’s here

We could have been together

But you couldn't stand the weather here

You know I was your rain and thunder

Upon your hills and valleys

We could have been together

But you couldn't stand the weather here

stuck- imagine dragons: AAAAAAAAAAA

I've been afraid, don't wanna fade out of my body

I've been astray, barely awake, floating above me

Covered in red, what can I say? I've been a zombie

I'm feeling like I've been locked in a grave

You were the laugh, you were the life, you were the party

You were the brave, I was the weak, you were the army

You were the faith, you were the truth, I was the sorry

I'm feeling like you've been taken away

grow as we go- ben platt: ok once again, episode 53 vibes, but less breakup-y vibes and more “i can’t leave this city but we can change together, here” vibes. it hurts me, is what i’m saying

lucky- jason mraz and colbie caillat:

They don't know how long it takes

Waiting for a love like this

Every time we say goodbye

I wish we had one more kiss

I'll wait for you, I promise you, I will

run away- ben platt: this just. has some v good sam/mark vibes, especially considering episode 50 and sam singing about how she’s terrified that mark will leave her and all that. plus the fact that mark… does actually kind of leave makes the song a whole lot sadder imo

I may not be wise

And I won't save the day

But look in my eyes

And know I'll always stay

And I won't run away

I won't run away

ultimately- khai dreams: mkay i’m sharing a huge chunk of the song here for sam specifically because holy shit it’s a good song for her side of the relationship

But I'm still growing up

Into the one you can call your love

I don't know if I'll ever be enough

I'm throwing in my chips

I guess I tend to push my luck

And ultimately I believe we'll be okay

It's so cliché to say these things, but repetition is a key

I think I'm better when I'm with you

But I worry when you're gone

I think I need to learn to love myself

I must learn to be strong

tell me it’s real- seafret: it’s just. so good for them. i say that a lot but it really is

She said I really don't mind if you have to leave my side

Cause I've been made to walk alone all the way through my life

And I never really thought about it

No I never really thought about it

It's because of you that I believe in me for first time

I know, love's always been sink or swim so i won't

Say it's over just as it begins

we sink- of monsters and men: i feel like it has zero hour vibes maybe? sam rescuing mark from the past and all that. other than that i’m not actually 100% certain why i put it on here, i added it a while back, but i like it for them

All those eyes on me

As I sink into the open sea

Color in my sheltered mind

Fill the gap between you and I

wrapped in piano strings- radical face: this is. a v sad song for them. i genuinely don’t know why i feel like the lyrics fit? but they do and they make me sad. it’s the whole song, i can’t really pinpoint specific sections. maybe something to do with how frequently sam mentions feeling like a ghost haunting her own home/feeling like she’s haunted by her parents/feeling like she doesn’t know how to be a person for mark

something along those lines

a world with you- jason mraz: god the mark vibes in this song (i feel like i say the word vibes a lot in these playlist notes lmao)

Think how many doors we'll open

Just as many stars are sure to shine

Who knows where we're going

And who knows what we'll find

I want to see the world

The way I see a world with you

run away with me- ben frankhauser: i stole this off the official playlist entirely accidentally and i think this version is sung by a different person? but anyway, someone in the server recommended it, and i was like “oh yeah ok these lyrics look perfect” so i added it and then listened to it and realized it sounded familiar lmao

laughter lines- bastille: god ok just the entire concept of "I'll see you in the future when we're older/And we are full of stories to be told/Cross my heart and hope to die/I'll see you with your laughter lines" being them is just. aaaaaaaaaa

#the bright sessions #playlist #sam barnes #mark bryant #sam/mark #i've been sitting on this playlist for a while so i'm v excited to be posting it lol #i wanna do either mark and joan next #or do mark/oliver/alex next #because i am PROUD of my same trauma trio playlist #and i wanna yell about those songs #but ALSO i'm proud of the mark and joan playlist #i'm proud of all my playlists though tbh

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propertyofnikkisthighs · 4 years

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Afraid Ch. 12

Warnings: Nightmare scene. Blood mention. Possible tw for that.

Taglist: @sparxx27, @kaitieskidmore1, @fandomshit6000, @leatherandheels. @madamsixx

“It’s called Braxton Hicks contractions” the doctor explained to a fresh off a panic attack Nikki who had just regained the color in his face.

“So what does this mean? Is the baby okay? Is he going to come prematurely?” Nikki asked his hand in mine squeezing slightly.

“The baby is perfectly fine, we are however worried about (y/n) blood pressure levels. They were high, which granted you were in a stressful situation, and we want to monitor that so we’re suggesting an appointment with your regular doctor next week to recheck your levels to assess if you need to be on bed rest for the remainder of your pregnancy.” He smiled softly closing my file in his hands.

“Any other questions?” He asks standing from his chair.

“Between now and the next appointment should she be taking it easy?” Nikki again speaks up before I can get a word out.

“For now maintain your normal routine until told otherwise.”

“And what about sex?” He blurts out.

“Nikki!” I smack him on the shoulder my face growing red.

“I was waiting for that question.” The doctor chuckles. “As long as you’re taking it easy, the baby is okay so it is safe to have sex. Also if you’re engaging in cunnalingus make sure to not blow air into her vaginal canal.”

“Jesus who’s blowing into there, it’s not an animal balloon.” Nikki shakes his head in disbelief and I feel my embarrassment growing.

“Thank you doctor for your time. I think we’re done here” I just want to be home in my bed with Nikki, Whiskey, and Alarik at this point. I get my things together and head to the waiting room while Nikki bothered the doctor with more questions relating to our sex life that I didn’t care to hear.

Tommy rushes up to me looking about just as shell shocked as Nikki had been and places both his hands on my belly.

“So you and the baby are okay? He’s not coming yet?” He asks worried his eyes bouncing from mine to my bump.

“Yes Tommy everything is fine. Yeesh.” I roll my eyes and look around the waiting room not seeing Vince. “Where’s Vince?” “Yeah Tommy you would think she’s having your kid.” Nikki surfaces chuckling and then getting a serious look on his face. “She’s not having your kid right?”

“Ew! No way!” Tommy and I say at the same time followed by “What do you mean ew?” also in unison.

Nikki tosses an arm around my shoulder chuckling while directing us out of the hospital.

“It just wouldn’t be the first time Tommy and I were eskimo brothers is all” He smirks.

“For our sake I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that to me.” I do however elbow his ribs a little for good measure. “And nobody answered me about Vince.”

“Oh yeah, he said he had some stuff to do so he called a cab and left.” Tommy shrugs hopping into the backseat of the jeep.

The ride home is about as quiet as it can be with Tommy talking the whole ride back to the house, but Nikki was not nearly as responsive. He kept squeezing my thigh and casting nervous glances at me that he would try to cover with a smile when I caught him. I know this episode had scared him, but the doctor said I was fine now and these kinds of contractions were normal. My hand rubbed across my stomach that seemed to expand every day and I felt our baby kick in response. Yeah, he was fine. A shit head just like his dad, but fine.

The sound of Nikki undressing to get into bed wakes me up and I glance at the clock near our bed which reads that it’s a little past three in the morning. His arms snake around my side and his hands come to rest on my stomach while he places soft kisses on my exposed shoulder blade. I sigh and turn my head to look over my shoulder at his small shows of affection. He was so different from the strung out Nikki I had met years ago.

“What?” His smile is crooked, and boyish, and I can’t help but place a small kiss against his lips.

“I just love you Nikki Sixx.” I hum getting comfortable again in bed.

“And I love you (y/n) Sixx” Nikki yawned pressing a soft kiss to the side of my head.

Nikki had taken to calling me by his last name over the course of the past few weeks despite us not being engaged or an engagement even being mentioned. I loved it, because it was sweet and showed that he really saw a forever future with me more than me just being the mother of his child. I also hated it because it filled me with a sense of dread that I just couldn’t put my finger on. Getting married would mean that there is more to lose if we were to end things between us. And I couldn’t afford to lose more than what was already at stake with us having a child together.

“I just don’t understand why you have to go back.” I pouted watching as Nikki packed a small suitcase to go back to touch some things up for the album. I was too far along in my pregnancy to fly and was still being monitored for high blood pressure.

“Babe it’s only for a few days.” He laughed at my mini temper tantrum and pressed a kiss to my hairline. “I will be back on new years eve so we will get to ring in the new year together.”

“You know as a recovering fuck up,” I began and Nikki collapsed to the floor in laughter which made me fall into a fit of giggles. “You know it’s hard when your old drinking holidays pass you up and you’re fat and pregnant.”

“Baby. You’re not fat.” Nikki cooed.

“Tell that to swollen ankles and stomach the size of a watermelon.” I emphasize my point by pointing to each body part I mentioned.

“Well when he is born that will all go to normal and you get a mini me out of the deal. I would say you’re winning more than losing”

“Oh well when you put it that way.” I roll my eyes.

“All you have to do is hold down the fort for a few days and I promise I’ll bring you a tape so you get first listen to the album you helped create.” He pinched at my cheek and I pressed a kiss to his wrist.

“That’s all I ask please”

Saying goodbye to Nikki at the airport was harder than I thought. I finally let tears stream down my face as I drove back home in silence. The house had never seemed so large and yet so small as it did when I walked into it alone. Somebody was always here, whether it was Nikki himself or the boys all here, it was never this quiet. I let myself wallow for a few more minutes before I decide it would be better to cuddle on the couch and watch tv with Whiskey than to cry.

The ringing of the house phone makes me jump awake. The living room is dimly lit from the tv playing in the background, but the house itself is dark. I still am trying to get my bearings and I hear the phone ring again. Slowly shuffling my way over to where the phone was hooked up in the kitchen.

“Hello?”

“Mrs. Sixx?” The voice on the other end says though everything sounds staticy.

“Um yes?” I don’t argue that I’m not actually Mrs. Sixx as I normally would. “This is the Toronto police.” My stomach falls into my feet, fearing Nikki relapsed and did something stupid.

“I’m sorry, but there was an accident with the plane. Nobody made it.”

The phone slips from my hands and I collapse to the floor. My hands are shaking and the sound of my tears hitting the tile is the only thing I can hear. Until I start screaming. I’m screaming and crying so violently I begin to gag and I can’t catch my breath. My stomach cramps and I’m vomiting on the kitchen floor. My baby boy is going to have to grow up without a father now. My stomach cramps again and I feel warmth rush down my legs. My water can’t be breaking now this is the worst time to come oh he is such his father’s son. I crawl on my hands and knees to the bathroom down the hall and use the counter to pull myself up and flick on the light. Red. Everything is red. My water didn’t break. This was blood. More blood than I had ever seen in my life.

“No no no no.” I scream. “This can’t be happening.”

I wake up in a cold sweat nearly tossing Alarik off of my legs from the sudden motion. I look around the living room and see the sun is just begining to set. I fling the cover off of me and examine my stomach and make sure no blood is around me. The phone rings and I’m hit with a wave of anxiety that my dream was a premonition. My mom used to say she would frequently dream of things happening to her before they would really happen. My hands are shaking as I take the phone off the hook and press it to my ear.

“H-Hello?”

“Hey baby we just made it to the hotel.” Nikki’s voice comes over the telephone and I had never felt so relieved in my life.

“Oh good. Good.” I breathe out.

“Are you okay? Is something wrong with the baby?” I can hear the panic in Nikki’s voice.

“I’m okay and baby is okay. I just had a nightmare is all and the phone woke me up.” I physically and mentally relax now that I’ve gotten to hear Nikki’s voice.

“Aww babe you’re having nightmares without me there?” I can practically see the smirk on his face even without him being in front of me.

“In my defense when was the last time I had to sleep alone, or be home alone?”

“If it makes you feel better I probably won’t be getting much sleep at all here.” His soft chuckle warms my heart and I’m glad to know I’m not the only one struggling with the distance.

“Hey maybe T-Bone will wanna snuggle since you’re both there without your women.” I joke.

“What makes you think we aren’t snuggling right now?” He ups the anti.

“I miss you already.” I whisper into the phone.

“I missed you the moment I stepped onto the plane. How am I going to survive without your soft snores in my ear?”

“With a good nights rest” I snort into the phone and his responding chuckle calms the remaining nerves I have from my horrible dream.

“Speaking of, I need to get some shut eye. Flights always make me-”

“Extremely tired. I know” I finish for him.

“Goodnight baby I’ll call when I have a free moment.”

“I love you Nikki Sixx.”

“I love you (y/n) Sixx.”

I hold on to the phone for a few minutes after the line goes dead as a reminder that my dream wasn’t real and Nikki was in fact safe at his hotel right now. I pinch my shoulder for good measure to make sure I really was awake this time and round the corner to see Alarik and Whiskey waiting at the top of the stairs for me. They follow me into the bedroom and stand at the end of the bed staring as I get into bed. I look over at the empty spot next to me that normally Nikki laid in and felt a twinge of sadness.

“Well I know Daddy says you’re not supposed to get in the bed, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him huh?” I smile at my fuzzy companions and pat the bed signalling them to climb up and they oblige.

I sigh and snuggle deeper into my covers and get comfortable ready for sleep to take over my body.

But then the baby rolls onto my bladder.

#nikki sixx fanfic #nikki sixx fic #nikki sixx x reader #nikki sixx #motley crue fanfic #Motley Crue #possible tw for blood mention #afraid

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seawolvesanddragons · 4 years

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Critical Role Character Study Songs - Jester Lavore

(all songs taken from my 2008 ipod that hasn’t been updated in literal years)

“I spread my wings and I learn how to fly/though its not easy to tell you goodbye/I take a chance/make a change,”

Breakaway (Kelly Clarkson) - Growing up very isolated from the world and then finally setting out on her own into the world, which also leads to her becoming very powerful in her own right and also growing as a person while staying true to herself

“I noticed you across the room/the most exquisite rose//I loved you/you loved me,”

Countess and the Common Man (Anastasia)- Jester 100 percent would think of something similar to this about her mom and dad’s love story (minus the extra affair maybe)

“Long live all the mountains we moved/I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you/I was screaming long live the look on your face/and bring on all the pretenders/one day we will be remembered,”

Long Live (Taylor Swift)- I felt like Jester had to have at least one TS song and it might as well be the only one I have. Jester’s flirtatious but her biggest love is for her friends/found family and this song about her wanting their deeds and friendship to live on felt very apt. Plus, that line about “the cynics were outraged, screaming this is absurd, cause for a moment a band of thieves in ripped up jeans got to rule the world” if that doesn’t scream the M9 and BOTH times they stood up in front of kings/queens councils, filthy from battle and said “listen” I don’t know what does.

“She took my arm/I don’t know how it happened//this woman is my desitny/oo wo oo shut up and dance with me,”

Shut Up and Dance (Walking the Moon)- She has literally done this to at least one member of the M9 and probably will do again in the future but even deeper I feel like it sums up many of her interactions with the group (esp the top table). They’re all a little more reserved, questioning their movements and decisions while Jester jumps right in and pulls them along especially for fun activities

“I really remember when you drank my wine//As long as we can live in harmony//why can’t we be friends,”

Why Can’t We Be Friends (SmashMouth)- This is 100 percent Jester during the first ten episodes or so (and everyone they meet thereafter) and I will fight you on that.

“For one so small you seem so strong//this bond between us can’t be broken,”

You’ll Be In My Heart (Tarzan)- Jester and Marion; This is one of those quintessentially parental-child songs, and I feel it would apply very well to the loving bond between Marion and Jester- Marion telling Jester not to be bothered by what others say, and that she will always be with her little sapphire, no matter where she goes, and that she believes in Jester completely. (it could also be applied in a certain way to Jester and the Traveler)

“Some girls feel best in their tiny dresses//Most girls are smart and strong and beautiful//I wanna be like most girls,”

Most Girls (Hailee Stienfeld)- I picked Jester but truthfully all the girls; none of these ladies would stand for any hating on girls or sexism of any kind.

“Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudel//when I’m feeling sad/I simply remember my favorite things/and then I don’t feel so bad,”

Favorite Things (Sound of Music) - Jester; Jester is the most open of all of them, and is the type of person to both know her favourites of everything and share such information freely.

#of course I ended up with the most songs for Jester #I'm not even surprised #she's just so layered and apparenetly most of those layers appealed to my 2008-2016 music selection #critical role #critical role c2 #mighty nein #critical role song lyrics #jester #jester lavore #the traveler #marion lavore #I'm mad I couldn't find a song to perfectly showcase the cupcake moment #and jester's trickster personality in general

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bugaboowritings · 5 years

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Lying to Friends - (Stressed Marinette Fic)

Marinette is Ticking Time Bomb

With light ice angst

I’m WRITING IT!! Here is Part One of the idea where “Ladybug” (the episode) was about a huge Godzilla-like Ladybug eating Paris (Ladyzilla AU or Ladybug Monster AU?). Or just a fic about Marinette lying to Alya, if you only read this part.

Enjoy.

She tapped her pen twice as fast with each passing second. Drumming it against the polished desk cluttered with her chipped-edge textbooks and countless colored pens. Unconsciously moving the one in her petite fingers like a seesaw with her thumb. Bringing relief to her as its beat stayed constant. Much like a metronome, it combed her thoughts into neat lines. In a sequence, she could manage with. Fixing it from the jumble of nonsense that usually caused her to blank out as she stared off into the nothing.

Even when handing her pen off to Alya, Marinette thumped her foot up and down. Keeping the rhythm going. Comforting herself. Alleviating the wrinkles on her forehead while the sides of her throat made her feel nauseous. Getting hit by a sudden fever or tasting the reason why tuna sandwiches shouldn't be left in a schoolbag. Excusing herself from her seat. Turning the chair under her with a little too much force. Preparing to get a scolding by the librarian for that later as Marinette cringed at the thump it made. Alya, on the other hand, didn't bat an eye, her arm mindlessly waving bye as her eyes narrowed on the chemistry problem. Biting her top lip before uncapping another highlighter.

Marinette stepped out of the library with a big huff. She picked the wrong day to be skipping out in her studying with her chem test creeping closer and closer. However, the deadline didn't jump-start panic into her system as it once did. She and Tikki had trouble figuring out if that was a bad thing or a good thing. Yet, there was an undeniable hunch blazing in the back of her mind that wouldn't let her study even if she tried.

A sixth sense throbbing.

Ladybug intuition, if you will.

Something very bad was going to happen. As if, as if the world was on the verge of seeing something horrible.

Tikki instructed Marinette to be on the lookout. Reminding her to pick her allies wisely if the battle up ahead demanded more heroes. Marinette visited Master Fu over tea to speak on the matter. Even mentioning it to Chat Noir on a late-night patrol. Before brushing off the comment she made as a simple thought. Chastening herself as she chewed her lip. The last thing she wanting was to make her partner worry for no reason but this sense of doom made her develop a case of insomnia she couldn't cure.

Marinette was scared.

Of what? She was unsure about.

Maybe everything is getting to her. Like she was crashing from a high.

No.

No, Marinette was fine.

Other than the irrational panic, she's good.

She had a schedule now so she won't be stressed too much about commission deadlines and due dates. Slowly getting into the self-care routine thanks to Alya and Adrien.

She's good.

Though she knew that wasn't the whole truth.

Lila picked at her nerves each and everyday. Making it seem like another battle lost when she gave Mari that dumb smirk and ARH! It was so infuriating! Watching her go around like the victim when she lit the match that led to the fire. Lila was worse than Chloe. Marinette even wanted to go far as comparing her to Hawkmoth.

Marinette ground her teeth at that.

Hawkmoth has been a pain lately.

Marinette punched a number in the school's vending machine. The same that had stickers on the sides and graffiti etched on the glass. Hoping a drink will clear her head. Searching her coin purse to get something for Alya too. Knowing too well that she couldn't drink it in the library.

Shooting Alya a text to get down for a quick break.

Marinette pulled back the can tab, the sizzle of the carbonated drink was music to her ears after swallowing the cafeteria's bitter "green" juice for lunch. Taking a sip as a pick-me-up from studying, waiting for the sugar to kick in her system. Leaning on to the cream-yellow bricks that made up the walls of the school. Noticing one of the bricks had someone's initials scratched on to it.

"Girl, you don't even know how much I needed this." Alya popped open the can by Marinette's feet. Not asking if it was her's because of course, it was her's. Grinning when it saw it was her favorite flavor. Smiling a little wider when tasting how cold it was. Balancing out the sun while its rays warmed the air around them.

"I thought we could use a bit of a breather." Marinette hummed. Tipping her head back as she took another sip. "It's not good being inside for too long."

"Yeah," Alya smirked, slurping her drink. "Sure that it wasn't because of the view."

Feeling the bubbles in her drink go up to her nose. Marinette coughed into her elbow. Almost dropping her can.

"Ah- what?"

Alya patted her back till Marinette quit coughing. Her brown locks swayed as her head nodded towards the locker rooms. There, as if on cue, the fencing team poured out. Laughing with their gym bags slung over their shoulders.

Adrien smiled as one of his teammates patted his back. His sandy-golden curls were messy and all over the place. It was a charming look, really. Though he was probably sweaty from practice. The sunrays made his hair glitter as he laughed lightly at one of his teammates' jokes. Marinette could just stand there to watch. Maybe even try to grab his attention or call him out from the crowd.

Then he looked at her.

Marinette straightens up. Not caring that her pigtails were a little loose or the fact that her face screamed "fresh out from the grave" with the bags under her eyes.

He gave her that soft smile he seems to offer only her. Or that's just what Marinette likes to think. To imagine if somehow, someway, he thought she was special.

Miraculous even.

Marinette pumped out her own smile, not helping the red that appeared up to her ears. Waving goodbye a little too enthusiastically. Staring at him even when he turned around, making his way out the school's grand doors. Possibly out to where his bodyguard stood. Entering a slick black car that would take his home. Probably, reaching for his phone to text Nino about when they should hang out. Or probably just shut in a room to practice his piano.

"No," Marinette confessed. Shaking her head swiftly. "No, you got it all wrong."

"Mari," Alya cooed. Sporting a fox-like grin. Steaming up another scheme before Marinette stared her down.

"Seriously. I have to much on my mind to try and chase boys." Marinette sipped. Noticing how her grip made a dent in the can.

A hand fell on Marinette's shoulder, shaking her a bit before feeling Alya's hand skated into small circles. Knowing too well it was the same trick she did when her younger sisters were upset.

"You wanna talk about it?"

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The two girls sat by the vending machine for a while. Marinette had dropped to the ground when Alya squatted next to her. Their nearly empty cans stood by them. Trembling when a breeze came in but the leftover juice in them kept them from flying away like another piece of trash in the wind.

Marinette had a great view of the quad from where she sat. It was 4:15 and Ms. Bustier's breathing class was starting. Their meetings were once weekly only to switch it to daily sessions as Hawkmoth started acting up. Pulling out stronger akumas. Every time getting closer and closer on getting the miraculous. Every time he seemed to manage to set the city on fire before Marinette could call on her Ladybug Cure to extinguish it.

People were fearing for their lives.

Marinette felt the tension leaving the student's shoulders as Ms.Bustier told them to breathe.

People were fearing for their lives.

Scared out of their minds to think that they could be one of Hawkmoth's "champions". A pawn in his game. Manipulated then tossed away when they failed.

Marinette came to the conclusion that whoever hid behind the mask, behind the akumas, behind the destruction and terrorism that haunted France she would beat to a bloody pulp.

It was already set in stone.

Nothing could change her mind now. Not after days, weeks, months, years fighting against this villain, she has seen first-hand how it changed her community.

Emotions were a weapon now. Feeling anxious or bothered or frustrated or disappointed or anything negative was seen as a weakness to the villain. A target on your back as you felt anything other than happiness. It drained people after a while. To think that people were afraid to express themselves in fear that a little black butterfly would come down and evilize them. The same healthy emotions that were the basis for any person was now a feared weapon.

Teens, the main targets for akumas, now had this fear on their back as anxiety, depression, and anxiousness ate them up.

Nadja reported that Akuma-Safe Protocols were now implemented in every school or public area.

Alya posted safety guides to Akumas on her blog.

The Mayor released messages to the press about how they had to work together with their heroes. To stop this dumpster fire that seems to grow each and everyday.

And the person stopping from Paris burning down was Marinette Dupain-Cheng in a bug costume with a flirty cat by her side.

Marinette gave a heavy sigh as Alya brushed her bangs back. Petting her like how a mother would comb her child's hair with their fingers. Waiting for Mari to say what was on her chest.

God, Marinette just wanted to tell her. To rant. To vent. To cry. All to stop the headaches she was getting or to release the pressure in her. To explain to Alya who she really is. The same hero Alya follows around was the girl that sat next to her in every class. How every time she lied was to go save Paris, not to ditch her. How the secret society that Alya figured out was the same one Marinette went to every Wednesday for tea. Really, she wanted to spill. To stop lying to her best friend in the whole wide world. To tell the truth. To break down this wall between them.

But Marinette just bit her tongue.

Alya could never know about this.

"I'm just worried about this semester, you know." Marinette sighed. It wasn't what was bothering her, but it was something her parents brought up during dinner. Not to scare her, but because they were too interested in what she plans to do.

"It's our last year here before we move on to bigger things." She groaned, getting up from the floor.

"My dream of having my own fashion house and your's about being a reputable reporter.

"I'm scared that we're gonna grow apart." Marinette huffed. Tossing her can in the green bin.

"Hey," Alya's eyes soften with her tone. "We're going to conquer the world together, remember. We, kind of, still need to be best friends for that to work out." She beamed.

Her smile mirroring on to Mari's face.

"I guess, you're right about that."

"I know I am!" Alya exclaimed. Throwing her arm around Marinette's shoulder.

"Now that we are on the topic of working together, there is this one problem I can't seem to solve on the study guide-"

"ALYA!"

"What! I need help with it!"

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TBC -see you next week

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Black Market Wonderland (Chapter One): Down The Rabbit Hole

Notes: This has been a long time coming, I never shut up about my oc and this idea. But, I’m finally posting this damn thing. This is gonna be pretty episodic and not have a lot of overarching plots, I’m gonna be stealing canon stories and adding my own spin to them as well as adding my own stories. It’s a shitshow and I hope you’ll come along for the ride.

Special thanks to @catoinette, @otomemonogatari , @d-om , @enchantedbythebidders , @voltage-fanfictions , and @piplup235 for not only reading through and giving me feedback but also being the incentive I needed to actually write and post this. Without you all, this would still be rotting on my computer.

Summary: Almost a year ago Tsuneko managed to destroy her entire life and she’s been stuck ever since. She works as a maid at the Tres Spades in Tokyo; it’s not her dream job, but it pays the bills and puts a roof over her head. Her days are spent peacefully enough cleaning hotel rooms, that is until she stumbles into Wonderland and discovers the secrets lurking within the hotel. Will this turning point be exactly what she needed or a tragedy in the making?

Word Count: 10196

Warnings: Some blood and violence, people being bought and sold (it’s kbtbb my dudes)

The colors of the sky outside her window are just beginning to shift, soft pinks and purple coming in as the sun starts to set. Tsuneko lets out a sigh and checks her phone again, still no response from Shinobu. While not surprising, disappointment settle in her chest. It’s stupid to be upset, she shouldn’t be so emotional. She scolds herself, setting her phone down a little harder than necessary. Her desk chair creaks as she leans back and lets out another heavy sigh.

Kiyohito is curled up on her bed in a position that doesn’t look comfortable. The dark sable ferret is in a dead sleep with his tongue peeking out, any hope of him being a distraction are dashed. It’s her day off from work and she’s desperate to keep herself preoccupied. Her thoughts wandering is always a danger when she has down time, more dangerous when she’s left to ruminate on the shit show that is her life at the moment.

It’s been almost a year since her life officially went to shit and she started working at the Tres Spades hotel. It’s a glitzy place, the first legal casino in Japan. She’s a maid, spending all of her days cleaning up after people richer and more important than her. And that’s the highlight of her days, besides Kiyo, because otherwise she’s in her apartment just trying to distract herself.

The job itself is fine, given her situation, she’s damn lucky to have it. Good pay, plenty of hours, employee housing, her coworkers are mostly nice, and she even has lots of chances for overtime. But, she can’t say this is what she wanted her life to be. Being a maid isn’t exactly what she dreamed of for herself. Disappointment seems to be the theme of the day and her life.

She’s done her best to be a busy bee throughout the day; her dorm is cleaned, she’s baked, done her laundry, played with Kiyo until he passed out, messed with every entertaining app on her phone, watched any video on Youtube that caught her interest, and messaged Shinobu. Maybe she could try getting in contact with Runa? Not that she thinks it will do her a lot of good, but even getting told to fuck off is more fun than staring out the window.

Tsuneko stands up from her chair, stretching her joints as she meanders into her kitchenette area. The dorms are nice, like one bedroom apartments essentially. Given how much she likes baking and cooking, a bigger kitchen area would do her some good, but beggars can’t be choosers. She grabs one of the cookies she baked and crams it into her mouth as she begins looking through her fridge. The sweet vanilla calms her nerves, if only marginally. But, she knows what will relax her most.

She groans, she’s out of booze. Of course. Her rum supply ran out last week and she downed her last bit of vodka yesterday. Looks like she’s gotta put on real clothes and stock up. A walk through the city might be nice to clear her mind anyway.

Her work ringtone echoes through the room just as she’s tucked Kiyo into his cage. She scrambles over to desk, stumbling over her own feet to do so.

“Tomori speaking,” she answers, holding the phone between her ear and shoulder so she can pick out a change of clothes.

“Yes, this is Kenzaki, I’m sorry to bother you on your day off. But, we’re short staffed for this evening, between the I.V.C and some people calling off sick. Is there anyway you could come in? You’d be given over time pay, of course.”

“I can be there shortly.” She throws on a tee and shorts, sliding on her shoes.

“Please report to Matsuda when you come in, she’ll give you a work schedule.” She rolls her eyes at the mention of Erika, the head maid has always had an issue with her, what that issue is remains a mystery. There’s still a huge pile of cookies on the counter, her coworkers might appreciate a snack, especially with such a busy day. And eating all of the cookies herself is kind of sad, something she’s done before, but still sad.

She says her goodbyes to Kenzaki as she starts packing the treats away into tupperware, stuffing one more in her mouth. Tsuneko picks out a sticky note, jotting down what’s in them in case of any allergies or dietary issues. Content, she grabs them and heads out the door, double checking her dorm is locked before she leaves.

Working during the I.V.C is like a double edged sword. On one hand, she’s extremely busy which she likes. She loves being able to bustle around and always having something to do. The International V.I.P Convention is a huge ordeal for the Tres Spades, a giant party held at seemingly random intervals where the rich and famous gather to stroke each other’s egos. Tsuneko has the lowest seniority of the maids, so she doesn’t have to deal with the V.I.P’s directly. But, it stretches the entire hotel staff thinner and the worse part is dealing with the V.I.P’s in passing. It may seem minor, but those kind of people seem to take even the smallest opportunity to be a pain in her ass. The last time she worked some man in a suit worth more money than she’s ever seen flagged her down to ask a question, then mocked her for her dialect, acting like she was stupid. And that was after some snooty woman grabbed her in the lobby to scream about the toilet paper in her suite. Looking back, that might have been the only time Erika was nice to her.

The evening air is cool on her skin as she leaves the dormitories, the Tres Spades looming just a short walk away. It stands out even in Tokyo among all the other huge buildings. She remembers seeing it when she first visited Tokyo, thinking how over the top it was with its giant impractical spade shaped cut out. Her feelings haven’t really changed, it’s just more relevant to her life now, fortunately or unfortunately depending on the day.

Her nose wrinkles, the acrid stink of smoke hitting her nose as she nears the back entrance. An older schlubby man is lighting a cigarette near the dumpsters. There are stomped out cigarette butts around his feet; has he been out here chain smoking all day? The stench of smoke seems to drift off of him in waves, like the man sweats nicotine. Who even is he? He’s definitely not a worker and guests at the hotel generally don’t come by the back entrance. And, as judgemental a thought as it may be, he doesn’t look like the kind of person who’d stay at the Tres Spades.

He starts to look up from his cigarette and Tsuneko ducks her head down to make a beeline for the door, just avoiding eye contact with the stranger. If he caught her staring, he’s kind enough not to say anything as she darts through the door.

She drops the cookies off in a thankfully empty staff room, she doesn’t wanna deal with any hassles or questions. She’ll just have to pick up her tupperware at the end of her shift, hopefully no one tries to take it, the cute Pokemon designs makes it a favorite of hers. .

The employee locker room is just as empty, so no one will question why the stink of cigarette smoke is now clinging to her clothes. She’s never been so happy to change into her uniform. Just a touch of perfume for extra measure then she ties her hair up in the neatest ponytail she can manage. She makes sure she has everything she needs for the work day on her, before taking a deep breath and venturing into the hotel lobby.

To the surprise of absolutely no one, the lobby is packed tight with people. Tailored suits and slinky gowns as far as the eye can see. The V.I.P’s bustle around and chatter, their words all blending into a cacophony of unintelligible noise. A select few members of the press are allowed in to snap photos and get quotes about the event. The party should be getting ready to move down to the ballroom, so with any luck this should be her only encounter with the V.I.P’s. Erika should be around here somewhere, given her seniority, plus she never misses an opportunity to kiss ass.

Tsuneko searches through the crowd for the familiar head of maroon hair. She carefully moves around people, muttering ‘excuse me’s as she goes, not letting her customer service smile and tone falter. Where the hell is Erika? She always seems to pop up when Tsuneko messes up, it figures, she’s nowhere to be found when she’s actually wanted.

Something warm and solid slams into her side, she’s knocked to the ground with a thud. A man looms over her with a scowl, she can feel the contempt emanating off of him. He’d be attractive, if he didn’t look like such an asshole. He’s tall, especially from her current vantage point, with layered oak brown hair and hazel eyes. Silence falls over the lobby, like the world’s been stopped. Everyone’s eyes focus on them, expressions of abject horror. Hushed whispers start to fill the eerie quiet, something about ‘the king’, but she can’t make out anything more. This guy is important; she’d have to be deaf, dumb, and blind not to realize that. Thankfully, she’s only one of the three.

“I’m so sorry, sir,” she apologizes, customer service smile in place as she get back up to her feet. This doesn’t seem to appease him, he glares at her like she’s garbage. Which while not inaccurate, is still rude.

“Get out of my way,” he demands with a sneer and brushes off the front of his suit, like he’s come into contact with something vile. Tsuneko takes a tentative step to the side and the man storms past her up the stairs. What a bitch. This is why she hates rich people.

A few people stare at the man’s retreating back, but once he’s out of sight, it’s like the whole thing never happened. The world starts spinning again and the lobby returns to its former state. She shakes her head, it’s not worth another thought, she doubts she’ll ever see him again.

“Are you okay?” A familiar kind voice asks, it’s Chisato, another maid at the hotel. She’s always been nice to Tsuneko and is among her favorite coworkers.

“I’m fine, that guy was just a dick.” Tsuneko says with a shrug, the crowd is loud enough she can get away with talking shit.

”Uh,” Chisato sucks in a deep breath, brown eyes soft with worry, “do you know who that was?”

“Should I?” Tsuneko doesn’t really pay attention to celebrities or the elite types, it’s all nonsense to her.

“Just what were you thinking making an idiot out of yourself!?” Erika’s harpy screech rises above every noise in the lobby. Her hands are on her hips and her glare is trained on Tsuneko.

“What were you thinking?” The twins, Rina and Kana, chime in from behind Erika with similar expressions, contributing nothing to the conversation.

“It was an accident,” she answers honestly, she was so focused on finding Erika she forgot to keep an eye out for where she was going. These things happen, all she can do is apologize and move on.

“It was your fault, you should pay attention to where you’re going!”

”I apologized, unless you have a time machine, there’s not much else I can do.”

”You have no business even being around V.I.P’s, especially if you’re gonna get in their way!”

”Oh, cause I’m sure your banshee screeches just make them feel oh so special.” Tsuneko and Erika glare at each other, she may be the head maid, but Tsuneko has never been one to bite her tongue.

“Go drop off all the special boxes in the basement storage room for the guests staying for the spa package, everyone else is too busy.” Her sharp gaze drifts over to Chisato at the last part, making it clear she shouldn’t offer any help. The task isn’t particularly difficult, just tedious and will take the rest of the day.

“Of course,” Tsuneko forces a bright smile and makes her voice sugary sweet, “maybe we should offer them some complementary ear plugs, as well.”

She scurries off before Erika can say another word, the head maid can screech into the void for all she cares, she got her work for the evening and that’s all that matters. It’s a couple flights of stairs to make it to the basement, so the elevator is best, whoever decided maids should wear heels is an asshole.

“I can’t take it anymore! It’s over, you cheater!” A woman screams as Tsuneko rounds the corner. A couple is standing outside the elevator, the woman throws a small mask at a man in a tacky red suit and storms off past Tsuneko.

The mask bounces off his face and onto the ground, it’s small and silver with intricate details. Judging by the man’s suit and the woman’s gown, they’re here for the I.V.C, which she doesn’t recall being masquerade theme. The man picks up the mask and tucks it into his jacket with a heavy sigh.

“Now I don’t have a date,” he murmurs then looks up, his gaze meeting Tsuneko’s.

“Excuse me, sir, I needed the elevator.” She points over his shoulder.

“You just saw the whole thing, didn’t you?”

“Ah, uh, yes. Sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to intrude. I’ll just take the stairs actually.” She turns around, content to evade the awkward situation, then a hand wraps around her wrist and tugs her back. He’s pulling her towards the elevator, she instinctively tries to get out of his grip, but he’s stronger than her.

“Aw, c’mon, no reason to run away. I’ll explain everything when we get there.” He continues pulling her away, he doesn’t seem to notice or care about her trying to evade him. A part of her wants to deck him, but that will get her fired in a heartbeat.

‘Sir, leave me alone.” She keep her tone even and stern, hoping something will make it through his thick skull. One more strong pull and he yanks her right into the elevator, making her yelp. She’s met with the sight of broad back, blocking the elevator doors and button panel. He jabs a button, the doors slide close, what the hell is this guy’s problem?

“Whew, I’m lucky I found another date. There’s no way I could go to the party without a beautiful woman on my arm.” He turns to face her, entirely too close, with a smile that would be charming in another situation. He’s trying to take her to the I.V.C, the ballroom is on the basement level, so that’s not that big of a deal. She just needs to get away from him once the elevator stops.

“Sir, I am not your date, I suggest you find someone else to accompany you.” She maintains her cool, taking a step back as the weirdo inches closer. He’s acting like a desperate romantic, though he seems a little old for that kind of thing.

“What are you talking about? I was so lucky to meet a pretty girl like you.” Her back hits the wall of the elevator, he’s closed in on her completely. His hand cups her face, his breath fansn across her skin. Her cheeks feel warm, whether from anger or embarrassment she’s not sure. He’s not unattractive, an older man with shoulder length light maple brown hair. But, regardless of looks, he’s being completely inappropriate.

“Sir, I’m working, I don’t have time for this nonsense.” Her words don’t seem to have any impact, caramel brown eyes busy taking in every detail of her face.

“Yeah, you’re just my type. This is fate.”

”I’d would hope fate wouldn’t be so cruel to me, sir.”

The elevator comes to a stop and the doors open behind him with a ding.

“Let’s go, princess!” His hand is back around her wrist and he pulls her out before she has a chance to fight. She tries to step back and pull, or twist her wrist out of his grip, but she can’t manage. Punching him still might get her fired, but they can’t expect her to just let a guest do whatever he wants. Why the hell is he so strong?!

“Let go of me, now!”

The noise of the ballroom drowns out her demand. She’s never been in the ballroom. She’s definitely never been in the midst of the I.V.C like this. The carpeting is a plush red, the walls have gold etchings, and white marble pillars are throughout the room. Everyone is dressed beautifully, perfectly tailored suits and designer gowns. They talk and sip from champagne flutes as they all bustle around. Spread of gourmet food are laid out, servers intermingle with the crowd, never letting a glass go empty for too long. An aquarium at the back of the room catches her eye, colorful fish swimming through crystal clear water, a dolphin passes through. The hotel owns a dolphin? She would have liked to know that. If the whole ordeal wasn’t a pretentious rich nightmare, she’d be into it. If only for the booze, food, and dolphin.

“Micchy!” A woman yells out and Tsuneko nearly slams into Stranger Danger’s back when he stops.. He lets go of her wrist and goes off towards the woman. All of this hullabaloo just to run off, he seems more like a hormone driven teenager than a grown man.

“Hey, do you have any champagne?” A voice asks just by her ear, their breath tickles and makes Tsuneko jolt. Her face feels hot as she turns to find the source; a man around her age with strawberry blonde hair and amber eyes. She’s clearly wearing a maid uniform, not a server’s.

“I do not.”

“You do work here, right? You’re looking around like Alice at the Mad Hatter’s tea party.” His smile doesn’t reach his eyes, he’s cute, but something is off about him.

“I’m going to level with you, sir. I’m not suppose to be here right now, sorry.”

“That’s fine, hope you make it out of Wonderland, Alice.” His fake smile turns into a genuine smirk right as he leaves. Yeah, he’s definitely off. Still, cute though. She decides to shake it off and starts on her way out of the ballroom. It’s gonna take her forever to deliver those packages at this rate.

A sweaty hand grabs her wrist, bringing her to a halt, what the fuck now? The world is truly testing her today. It’s a stocky man in a garish green suit, he leers and looks her up and down, her stomach churns.

“Mhmm, I love girls like you. You wanna come with me to give me some special room service? I’ll make sure to tip you for the extra work."

“Gross.”

“What was that?”

“This is a hotel, not a brothel, sir." She’s able to break away from him much easier and starts towards the door again, he’s not deterred.

“You’re pretty lucky you met me. My net worth is 500 million,” he tells her, reaching out to touch her, she dodges him.

“Not enough for my dignity, sir." Her blood boils, at least Stranger Danger had the decency not to treat her like a prostitute. Does he really think her and the rest of the girls here are so beneath him and desperate for cash?Her hands clench into tight fists, she’s not allowed to punch guests. An unfortunate fact at the moment.

“C'mon, everyone has a price.” His hand presses against her hips, fuck this guy. She spins to face him, she needs to stop this, if she doesn't he's just going to hound every other female employee, until he finds someone he can bully into it. She’s not letting that happen.

“Look here, sir! I don't have the time, energy, or desire to deal with you disrespecting me and the hotel. I assure you, there’s not enough money in the world to convince anyone here to touch your pathetic excuse for a dick. Now, get your disgusting grubby hands off of me!” The color drains from the man’s face, when did the ballroom get so quiet? Just a few whispers, it’s like when she bumped into-

“This party is getting trashy,” a deep and sadly familiar voice rings out over her shoulder, making her jump. The asshole from the lobby was behind her, a group of women cling to and hover around him. They glare at Tsuneko, but asshole is glaring at the pervert. The look he gave her in the lobby seems downright kind in comparison.

“Uh, I'm so sorry Mr. Ichinomiya,” the pervert apologizes and runs off. Ichinomiya, that sounds familiar, but she can't place it. She rattles her brain for a moment, but she can’t seem to find it. The headache she has coming on isn’t helping. His eyes find hers, now that the pervert’s gone, the contempt has waned. It feels more like he’s looking at a fly under a microscope, like he’s trying to dissect and understand her.

“You again.”

“You again,” she mimics without thinking, her patience with the day is gone. His expression grows angrier, same for his groupies. She bites her lip to hold back laughter, normally she’d be more polite, but she just called a guest’s dick pathetic, so she might as well mock Ichinomiya, whoever he is.

“Get out of my way.” This seems to be his favorite phrase.

”Happily.”

“I hate when people don't know there place,” one of the women says as they move past Tsuneko. She forces a smile, but rolls her eyes once they’re gone and starts another attempt to leave this god forsaken party.

Her shoulder knocks into someone, making them both stumble.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he assures her before going on about his business, as small as the exchange is, a friendly normal person feels like a breath of fresh air. Something on the ground catches her eye, a small good luck talisman. The cloth it’s in is a bit worn, black with small white rabbits. He must have dropped it when she bumped into him.

She tucks the charm into her pocket and finds his back in the crowd, she jogs after him. Calling after him does nothing, he either doesn’t hear her or doesn’t realize he’s who she means by ‘Sir’. His long legs take him further away quicker than her stubbier ones and she sees him go out door towards the back of the room. She manages to get through the door a few moments after.

The hall that greets her is absolutely empty, her heart sinks, he’s nowhere to be seen. Doors line the hallway, did he go into one of those rooms? She’d hate it if she wasn’t able to get it back to him. It’s clear he’s had it for a while, it must mean a lot to him. If push comes to shove, she may just have to put it in lost and found, but then there’s no way of knowing if he gets it back. She walks down the hallway, the dead silence is eerie after being surrounded by so much noise.

A few moments pass and she hears soft murmurs, they seem louder in the quiet hallway. There’s a door ajar, maybe that’s where he is, there’s a bounce in her step as she nears it. She peeks into the room; gunmetal glints in the low-light of the room. Suitcases filled with cash and guns are strewn across a table. Men in suits are standing around, speaking in a language she doesn’t understand. This is illegal, this is definitely illegal. Her breath catches in her throat, she’s seriously watching an arms deal right now.

The world goes out from under her feet and she’s spun around, her back slams against the wall. She’s at least a foot off of the ground, large hands pin her in place and sharp blue gray eyes glare at her. Her heart hammers in her chest, like it’s trying to escape her rib cage.

“What are you doing here?” His voice is harsh and demanding. A part of her wants to fight, but if he’s involved with what she just saw…. There’s no guarantee he’s not armed. She’s not keen on being murdered.

“I got lost looking for someone, sorry sir.” She doesn’t let her voice break and maintains eye contact. Showing her fear won’t help anything. He lets go of her and she falls to the ground, not too gracefully.

“You have five seconds to get out of here and forget everything you saw. Otherwise, you’ll be wiped off the face of the earth.”

“Understood.” She walks away, ignoring the impulse to run. Muscle memory leads her through the floor, the storage room shouldn’t be far away.

She steps inside, closing the heavy door behind her before she sits down on the floor. Her breath is shaky and she clutches her head in her hands, nails digging into the skin of her temples. What the hell is she suppose to do now?

She’s been threatened and there’s apparently gun deals going on in the hotel. People are getting hurt, there’s no way they aren’t if guns are involved. She can’t be certain how serious that man was about killing her. But, she doesn’t wanna test it and he didn’t seem like the kind of person to speak lightly.

Reporting it isn’t really an option; she has no evidence and there’s the whole being killed thing. Even if she is believed, if the hotel gets shut down, her and all her coworkers would be left without a job or home. Is the hotel even aware of this? Does Kenzaki or the owner know what’s going on here? Who even owns the hotel again? Some sort of CEO who’s head of a conglomerate group. What was it called again? Ugh, she can’t think straight.

She jolts to her feet, she needs to focus and get her shit together. Freaking out isn’t going to help anything. She needs to deliver those packages and go on with her work day, then she’ll drop the charm off in the lost and found. Work now, panic attacks later.

Tsuneko starts stacking up packages in her arms, her movements frantic and she nearly drops a few.. Her brain is a scrambled mess, she needs a dolly, she should have brought one over before stacking them in her arms. She’ll just carry the packages to the dolley, wherever the damn thing is. She can’t even see over the pile of boxes, she tries to look around them as she moves.

Something slams into her and knocks her back, the packages fall to the ground. A heavy thud rings out through the room, the sound of shattering follows. Her ass hurts and she can already feel the bruises forming. She’s spent the majority of this day on her ass.

“Fucking hell!” There are two men, they’re frenetic as they try to pry the lid off of a crate that’s fallen. She doesn’t recognize them, they’re not in any sort of Tres Spades uniform. Maybe they’re just here to move stuff?

The lid hits the floor with a clatter and she peeks inside, it’s filled with shards of what looks like broken glass. She can tell how high quality whatever the original object was from the quality of the material. It’s pristine and the light it catches reflects back iridescent.

“The statue's been smashed to pieces!” One of the men yells, his face turning red with rage.

“I’m sorry,” she struggles to keep her tone even, “I’ll talk to the manager, we’ll get it figured out.”

This entire day has been a mess, but if the worse thing to come out of it is having her pay docked for a decoration, she’ll be okay. It may be high quality, but she doubts a statue is worth too much. It’s just nice glass.

“This was the showcase piece for the auction! How are you going to pay for it!?”

“Look, I’m sorry,” she says again, but what do they mean by an auction? The men glare at her and creep closer, she takes a step back as chills run up her spine.

“You think an apology is going to cut it? You owe us?”

One of the men makes a grab at her and she throws a punch. Her fist connects with his nose in a spray of blood. The man staggers back and she makes a run for the door. His cohort gets in the way and pushes her back, knocking her flat on her ass.

“You really think you’re gonna get out of here that easy,” he taunts, standing over her.

The crate brushes against her as she scrambles away, she grabs a large shard of glass from it and buries it deep into the man’s thigh. He screams out and a gush of blood spurts out as she twists the shard out of his flesh. She clambers back up on her feet and makes another run for the door.

A weight slams into her back, her face smashes into the ground, her scream muffled. He presses his knee down on her back, his nails dig into the cuts on her hand as he rips the glass out of her grasp. One hand keeps her wrist pinned behind her, the other searches her pockets. She writhes and twists, trying to get out from under him, but it does nothing. He tugs her phone from her pocket and throws it across the room.

“I got an idea of how we can make our money back,” the other man says.

Wheels roll across the floor, stopping in front of her. She can’t wrench her neck up enough to see anything else. The man yanks her up on her feet and her heart sinks. A large golden bird cage glimmers on top of a dolly. Her throat tightens and her stomach churns.

“Do you just have this shit on stand by!?”

“Shut up.” The man in front of her opens the cage door, the other pushes her forward. She jerks back; kicks and stomps at the man’s feet. He digs his fingers into her hand again, pain jolts through her and her scream reverberate through the room. Taking advantage, he shoves her forward into the cage. Her hand sting as she catches herself, her head nearly smacking into the bars. They lock the door behind her, tears sting at the back of her eyes.

“She’s a little damaged, but she should still be worth something.” The men share a laugh at her expense, they can’t be serious. They can’t sell her, that’s ridiculous. She can’t get a deep enough breath, her lungs burn. She can hear the pounding of her heart, feel the thump of it against her ribs.

They roll her out of the room, slowly taking her through the halls of the hotel. It’s mostly empty at first, but slowly more people start to appear, moving random things. From art to what looks like a baby leopard, it’s a mishmash of things being carried through the halls. But, no one seems to care about her. It’s like this is just a normal everyday occurrence. She shakes the bars of the cage, they don’t budge at all, she yells out for help. Nothing. No one bats an eye.

“Hey, where’s the final item?!” A young man yells from beside a pair of double doors, inside it seems to be a backstage area. Her kidnappers start explaining that there’s been a change in item.

She pries a bobby pin out of her hair, it’s mostly lose already, her ponytail coming undone in the entire struggle. Taking advantage of her kidnappers distraction, she snaps the pin into two pieces and starts trying to pick at the lock. Her hand stings with every movement and she can’t clearly see the lock, but she’s desperate. If she can get it undone, she can make a break for it.

“What the hell-” His words are drowned out by Tsuneko’s howls of pain, his blunt nails dig into her open cuts pressing into tender skin and making more blood flow. The two broken pieces fall to the ground, he lets go after what feels like hours and she yanks her hand back, holding it close to her as she presses against the other side of the cage.

Her eyes sting, a few tears stream down her face. The men only laugh at her pain, she focuses on their injuries, the man’s broken nose and the steadily bleeding wound on the others thigh. It’s a small comfort to know at the very least, she gave as good as she got.

She’s rolled through the double door and her suspicions are confirmed, it’s definitely backstage of this auction, she presumes. As pointless as it is, a part of her is still hoping that’s a joke. It seems so unbelievable, like something out of a horror movie or a nightmare. She’s tries to steady her breathing, to calm down even a little bit. But, it’s all in vain. Her heart beat is frantic, she struggles to breath, her throat feels tight, and she struggles to keep more tears from falling.

The backstage is a bustle of activity as she’s taken to just beside the stage, still concealed from the audience, but she can look out and see what’s taking place. It’s a huge crowd of people, they watch the stage with rapt attention, faces concealed by masquerade masks. A man on stage talks and moves dramatically, dressed in what appears to be a mad hatter costume. His face painted a stark white and his eyes an unnaturally electric shade of blue.

A small clang catches her attention, she looks up and one of the men attaches a hanging chain to the top of the cage. Someone starts pulling somewhere and the chain starts to lift the cage off the dolly. Tsuneko yelps, if she’s suspended, her chances of escape become slimmer. It ascends higher and higher, until she knows that even if she could manage to shake the bars lose or bust the cage open, she’d fall and break something or bust her head open. The latter doesn’t seem like a bad option at the moment, at least it might kill her.

Slowly her cage is pulled to the side, taking her to center stage. Bright lights and eyes all trained on her. She’s really being auctioned off, someone is going to buy her.

“I present to you, our showcase item of the evening! A healthy young Japanese woman. Yes, that’s you!” The hatter gestures towards her with a flourish and bile rises in the back of her throat.

“Yeah, I caught that,” she screams back at him, kicking the cage. The bars still don’t budge, the gilded cage is firm and shows no sign of busting open.

“I’ll start the bidding at one million!”

Even if she managed to escape the cage and managed not to hurt herself in the fall, she’s surrounded by the crowd. There’s no way she can avoid being grabbed.

“Keep her as your slave, keep her as a toy! Do whatever you please with her, it’s truly up to you!” The hatter continues, not caring about her distress. She kicks and shakes the bars, at this point more an explosion of anger than a genuine attempt to escape, she screams in frustration. Tears prick at the back of her eyes and she doesn’t care enough to stop them anymore.

In the front row of the audience is a stocky man in a garish green suit, the masquerade mask does nothing to hide the pervert from the I.V.C. He grins and bids on her. She looks behind her and sees a screen just above her cage, a number on it rising more and more. More money than she’s ever seen. Her stomach churns and she kicks the cage again, no budging. The most she can do is make the cage sway back and forth, nothing shows any signs of breaking.

“She is a feisty one, all the more fun to break her,” the auctioneer taunts, all his actions colored with the flamboyance of a true showman.

“If I could reach you, I’d wring your fucking neck,” she screams, her throat raw from the force of it.

“Going once, going twice, sold to seat one hundred for twenty-million!” The hatter says as a bell dings, the number on the screen behind her has stopped. She can’t make out what seats are what numbers past the first couple rows. It’s not the pervert, he’s seat number five. But that doesn’t mean it’s anyone better.

The hatter closes out the auction; the lights die down and the curtains close. Tsuneko sits and pulls her knees to her chest, her cage lowers down. It’s settles back down on the stage with a small sound, it makes her feel just a tiny bit better, slightly less helpless than she was before. Someone is still staring at her, she can feel it, even while she’s curled up against herself. Peeking up, it’s the hatter. His harlequin style hatter costume is slightly unnerving, his unnaturally blue eyes are trained on her, his expressions seemingly curious. There’s something child like to it. Someone yells out and he jolts, like being woken up from a trance and goes scurrying off.

Her owner, her stomach churns at the the word, should be coming to collect her. Maybe, this will be a chance to escape. She’s not in the best state to fight, but maybe, just maybe, she’ll be able to take them down. She kicks again, a dull ache pulsing in her toes. She wipes away at tears, holding back sobs.

Footsteps echo out, growing closer and closer. Two men make their way to her cage, the small silver masks do nothing to hide their identities. At this point she has to wonder if they truly serve a purpose beyond aesthetic. She can tell right away it’s Stranger Danger in his bright red suit and the cute but off guy from the party. If it was just the latter, she’d be able to take him. He doesn’t seem particularly strong, shorter and thinner than Stranger Danger. But, she knows that the taller of the two was able to drag her around like a rag doll.

“This way.” Stranger Danger unlocks the cage door. She gives them wary glares as she stands on shaky legs and steps out of the cage. Tsuneko hides her injured hand in her pocket, not wanting to give them an easy target if they decide to hurt her.

The men stay quiet as they lead her to an elevator, the only one that goes to the penthouse. Sure enough, once they’ve stepped inside Stranger Danger pulls the penthouse elevator key from his pocket. The doors close and the carriage lurches into movement. She knew they were V.I.P’s, but not very many people have access to the penthouse. Sakiko has mentioned some people who stay their. An artist, who’s name escapes her, and the owner of the hotel. Who the hell owns this hotel again? She’s trying to rack her brain for that name again, Ishi, something? Her brain is fuzzy from everything going on. But, if she’s being taken to the penthouse, surely the owner is aware of what’s going on. It would be hard to hide the auctions, especially at that scale, from the person who owns the damn place.

It’s a silent tense elevator ride, Tsuneko racking her brain for an escape strategy. She already knows she can’t fight Stranger Danger, but maybe she could make a run for it when the elevator opens, go for the stairs. But, if the owner is involved, she wouldn’t get far. She doesn’t exactly have anywhere to go other than the employee dorms. Waiting for a better chance might be the best idea.

The elevator dings and stops, doors sliding open. She’s never seen the penthouse suites before. They step into the hallway, red carpeting and doors along the walls. A huge pair of double doors standing out among them. The only employee she knows of that has access here is Kenzaki, even Erika isn’t allowed in the penthouse.

The pair push open the double doors and Tsuneko follows, it’s a lounge. Lavish, with plush chairs and couches. A large set of of red carpeted stairs lead up to another level, a large window covers almost the entire expanse of a wall, showing a view of the Tokyo Bay. There’s an extravagant high tech television mounted on one of the walls. Two men are in the center of the lounge; both of which she recognizes. And there appears to be man passed out on one of the couches, he could be dead, she can’t be sure. The man who threatened to wipe her off the face of the earth and the asshole from the lobby, Ichinomiya, are in the center.

Ichinomiya. He’s the owner of the hotel. It hits her as hard as she hit the floor earlier. She sassed her boss. Prior to this auction nonsense, she’d be panicking, but the fear of upsetting her boss pales in comparison to the terror of being sold.

“We’ve brought her,” the cute but off guy announces, he doesn’t seem to have a care in the world. She’d like to punch him.

Ichinomiya sits on the red couch at the center of the lounge, crossing his legs as he looks her over. Him and the man who pinned her to the wall have intense stares, but she meets their gaze with the same ferocity. She’s not backing down.

“We bought you,” Ichinomiya states.

“I noticed.” Her response seems to amuse him, a smirk plays on his lips. She’s just happy her voice didn’t crack.

“So, we ended up catching you after all,” the tall man who pinned her comments, his dark hair is slicked back and his eyes are sharp. Even without him having her against a wall, he’s kind of intimidating, or perhaps it’s just the situation making him seem that way.

“You know this woman, Soryu?” Ichinomiya asks.

“You could say that.”

“He threatened to kill me.”

“Yeah, sounds like Sor,” Stranger Danger says with a laugh, pulling off his mask and adjusting his fedora. Cute but off guy pulls off his mask as well, both completely nonchalant..

“Look, you can’t actually buy me, this is stupid,” she decides to keep talking, maybe the more she talks the more it will all make sense and she’ll be able to get out of this.

“Anything and everything’s for sale at the auctions. If there’s someone out there to buy it, you can sell it. There are no rules,” Stranger Danger boasts, no one here seems to care about the abject horror she’s been through.

“Yep, you can get stolen art, secret information about politicians, even hire a hitman,” Cute but off guy adds.

“This is actually the first time a person’s ever been auctioned off, though,” Stranger Danger’s eyes seem to soften a bit as he looks over at her, a shred of empathy seeming to make its way through.

“You must have done something pretty bad, huh?” Followed by the apathetic question of cute but off guy.

“I accidentally broke some statue, that was apparently expensive, or whatever.”

“The statue of Venus. If it’s worth anything, it’s here,” Ichinomiya states with confidence.

“You’re reckless as always. This woman isn’t worth anything,” Soryu tells him.

“I agree, let me go home.”

“But, it’ll be fun thinking up ways to use her.” Cute but off guy is smirking, he’s a shit head it seems.

“No, it will not.”

“Who gave you permission to speak? Don’t open your mouth unless I say so,” Ichinomiya demands; she bites her lip and keeps her glare. She wants to strangle him, she wants to actually murder her boss. This fuckwit puts her through hell and doesn’t even wanna let her talk.

“If you got a problem with it, would you rather go back to number five?” Soryu asks with a smirk, at least none of them seem keen on violating her in that way, but she just glares at him. She needs to stay calm, as difficult as that is.

“C’mon now, Boss…Sor. You should be nice to girls,” Stranger Danger talks again, he’s calling Ichinomiya boss, too. He’s really the one she needs to get convince to let her go.

“Listen,” she starts, no one stops her, “there no reason to keep me. My existence does not benefit any of you in any way, shape, or form.”

“You’re just trying to lower your value,” cute but off dude chimes in, he’s getting less cute and more gremliny with every annoying word.

“Besides, a cute girl has plenty of benefits.” Any brownie points Stranger Danger earned have vanished, his comment and wink makes her grimace.

“I sincerely hope you aren’t desperate enough to waste twenty-million on getting your dick wet.” She levels a glare at him.

“Looks like she already has you figured out, Baba,” Gremlin, as he’s now being dubbed, says through a laugh.

“You wound me, princess.” Stranger Danger, Baba apparently, responds with a dramatic sorrowful expression.

“You know about the auctions,” Soryu takes back control of the conversation, “we can’t have you running off and telling someone.”

“No worries, I haven’t suffered recent brain damage.” Though her face feels significantly bruised after being slammed against the floor, Soryu raises an eyebrow at her, “Worst case scenario, you kill me and best case scenario I end up unemployed and homeless. I have no proof, police wouldn’t believe me and you’d kill me for talking. Even if they did, if the owner of the hotel goes to jail then the hotel goes under and I’m out of my job and housing. I’m not stupid enough to bite the hand that feeds me.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” Ichinomiya smirks “you didn’t seem too friendly earlier.”

“To be fair, I didn’t know who you were, so,” his glare harshens, but she’s not done talking, “look, I don’t even have a phone to call the police. I’ll sign an NDA, confidentiality agreement or whatever, I’ll give you the legal right to screw me over if I even think about telling people about the auctions. There’s no reason to keep me, I’m not worth twenty-million, I assure you.”

Soryu looks to Ichinomiya, he almost seems to be on board with her idea. Maybe he’s not that awful, if he supports getting her out of here.

“Boring!” Gremlin complains, she could wring his fucking neck, but she keeps her eyes focused on Ichinomiya. He makes the decisions here, that’s painfully clear.

“No,” Ichinomiya says as he gets up from the couch, “I determine your worth.”

“What!?” Her voice breaks more than she’d like it to, indignancy ruining her composure.

“We bought you, you belong to us. End of story. You’ll be staying in Soryu’s suite for the night, he’ll assure you don’t go running off.” He’s still smirking, despite the fact that Soryu looks absolutely pained. Ichinomiya leaves up the twisted staircase, pulling out his phone as he does so.

“Man, Soryu gets to play with Koro first, not fair,” Gremlin pretends to whine, but he’s smirking; who the fuck is Koro?

“Time for introductions,” Baba winks at her, “what’s your name princess?”

“.…Tomori Tsuneko,” she murmurs, she feels completed defeated, there has to be a way out of this mess.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl. I’m Baba Mitsunari. I’m a thief, 35, single and ready to mingle. You can call me Micchan, Micchy, whatever you want.”

“Baba it is.”

“Pfftt, rejected. I’m Kisaki Ota, people call me the angelic artist,” Gremlin introduces himself.

“You already know Boss, so it’s Sor and Mamo’s turn,” Baba says, looking at the far less enthusiastic men.

“Kishi Mamoru,” The apparently not dead guy finally sits up and lights a cigarette.

“He’s a cop or unemployed, who knows?” Baba grins, “And the tall quiet guy is Oh Soryu, leader of the Ice Dragons.” Soryu looks so pained, you’d think he was the one who was just bought.

“Ice Dragons…?”

“Mafia,” Kisaki explains, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“Enough of this,” Oh says curtly, “follow me, since I’m stuck babysitting you.” He strides out of the lounge without giving her another look.

“Sor’s kinda shy. You better go after him before he locks the door on you,” Baba tells her and she scurries off after Oh, who leads her down the halls towards one of the suites. She has to speed walk to keep up with his pace.

He’s stiff and rude, but if she’s being entirely honest, he’s pretty low of her current shit list. At the very least, he seems just as keen on getting her out of here as she is. His biggest concern seems to be keeping the auctions secret; she already told them she wouldn’t blab, but she gets the feeling if she steps out of line he wouldn’t hesitate to kill her. And the fact he still seems like one of the lesser evils here despite that, really says something.

She’s follows him into his suite, it’s easily five times the size of her dorm. They step into the living room, more than likely where she’ll be sleeping. The couch looks comfy, she’ll manage for the night. Oh starts pulling off his jacket, then unbuttoning his shirt. She catches a glimpse of bare muscles before she turns around, offering him something resembling privacy. It might seem naive, but she doesn’t think he gonna try anything, he seems pained by her presence let alone trying to touch her. Footsteps ring out, Oh walking past her shirtless. He’s in really good shape.

“Don’t get any weird ideas.” He steps into another room, a moment passes and then running water. Sounds like a shower, couldn’t he have started stripping down in the bathroom? She doesn’t really understand the point of the peepshow, she decides not to ponder on it too long and instead lets out a heavy breath.

She slumps onto the couch, exhaustion settling in to take the place of her anxiety. Running away isn’t an option, despite how tempting it is, the Ichinomiya Group has the power and money to find her anywhere. She’s not sure how far reaching the mafia is and she doesn’t want to find out. Even so, she has no intention of giving up. She’s got to convince Ichinomiya to let her leave. Though, clearly it isn’t happening tonight.

Tsuneko looks at her hand, surveying the damage done by the glass. It’s starting to throb and ache more. The largest mark is a nasty gash across her palm, then smaller cuts around her fingers. It hurts more when she bends or flexes them, but the slash across her palm is more concerning. She doesn’t think it needs stitches, but she isn’t a doctor, so who knows.

Something glints and catches her eye, from under the chair. She leans over to get a closer peek and her blood runs cold, it’s a gun. It’s not shocking, he was the one who threatened her after she saw the gun deal. But, she still can’t help being afraid. The potential of him killing her seems even more viable.

The water stops, doesn’t seem like a long shower, a minute or two tops. She tucks her hand back in her pocket and presses her back closer against the couch as the bathroom door opens. His hair is no longer slicked back, soft around his face, but it doesn’t look wet.

“You didn’t try to run away.” He was just testing her.

“I’m not stupid.” She can’t help the vitriol in her tone.

“That remains to be seen,” that earns him a glare, “As long as you keep behaving, I won’t do anything bad to you.”

“Got it.”

He walks around the couch to stand in front of her, she presses further into the back of the couch, he’s in her space. Oh cages her in, arms on each side of her head and hands on the top of the couch, he leans in until they’re almost nose to nose. She bites her lip and meets his glare, her face feels hot.

“I have no idea what Eisuke’s thinking, but let's make this clear. You better not tell anyone what you saw today. No matter what. Telling anyone else is the same as signing your own death warrant. Yours, your friend’s, and your family’s.”

“Got it.”

“You can use the living room and bathroom, just don’t come near my bedroom,” he tells her as he pulls away, gathering his discarded shirt and jacket.

”Understood. What about work? If I’m not there tomorrow people will get suspicious.” She’s not sure if they actually would, if any of them would care enough to notice, but any excuse to leave in the morning sounds good.

“You work as a maid here, right?”

“Yes.”

“As long as you remember to keep your mouth shut and don’t go running off, it’ll be fine. Understood?”

She nods as Oh leaves into another room, she assumes the bedroom. Tsuneko pulls off her shoes, her feet ache just a bit. He told her she could use the bathroom and a shower sounds nice, but she doesn’t have anything to change into. Plus showering in an unfamiliar place doesn’t sound too pleasant. There’s a shower in the employee locker room, she’ll wait til morning.

She curls up on the couch, carefully finding a position that won’t hurt her hand. A yawn escapes her, she needs to think of ways to get out of this, but she’s too exhausted to think straight. The whole ordeal has drained every last bit of energy she has. She closes her eyes and slowly drifts off to sleep.

#kbtbb #kissed by the baddest bidder #eisuke ichinomiya #Soryu Oh #mamoru kishi #mitsunari baba #ota kisaki #kbtbb eisuke #kbtbb soryu #kbtbb mamoru #kbtbb baba #kbtbb ota #black market wonderland

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14x15: It’s So Pretty and Pink

So in S13 I was mildly obsessed with this pattern, because I started seeing it everywhere, especially around Dean and Cas not just in S13, but throughout the series, where pink or hot pink or red and a shade of blue accompanies some of their more illuminating, turning point type of exchanges.

Of course, it’s not all the time, not in every single scene (though technically Cas is tied to blue quite literally since he wears the color around his neck and Dean is tied to red even through dialogue when he, in 13x16, stated that red is his color) but there was enough for it to peak my interest, especially when I was informed of the poncho moment and the ripple effect it sent through fandom when 10x05 first aired. *readying our ponchos for the purple*

Here’s the thing: pink for feminine and blue for masculine and purple for the moment when they finally come together in harmony is just as viable an interpretation and one I couldn’t help but make, aside from the lovely Destiel-related possibilities here, because the feminine/masculine thread has always been so strong throughout the series.

(to me Dean and Cas can’t be together before they’ve reached a point of internal balance) (so these two interpretations of the red/blue balancing act creating a gorgeous purple, to my mind, pretty much go hand in hand)

Look it, a band of pink and a band of blue with a band of purple in the middle is what?

The bisexual flag. *so pretty*

To me, when I first noticed the pattern, the color purple in the visual narrative began to signify balance between the pink and the blue. Or, as it also sometimes occurs, the red and the blue.

Purple in the visual narrative became, to me, a signifier for something meant to bring about balance or, at the very least, something that would challenge the status quo.

Purple is often linked to expositional characters, most starkly it has been linked to Amara, who arrives in a cloud of smoke with purple lightning, and who’s underlings often wear something purple.

Purple is also tied to Charlie and to Rowena, who have always been extreme mirrors of different sides to Dean, and used as fantastic exposition of his internal struggles, to varying extent and degree, of course.

There’s nothing in the show to actually confirm that this interpretation is right in any way, it’s simply a pattern I picked up on and ran with, and it’s interesting to me how often it occurs in moments related to truth or a character revealing their true nature or a monologue high-lighting a character’s inner truth (an inner truth that’s often hidden) (and these previous moments in the series have more often than not related themselves directly to Dean)

There’s a lot of pink in 14x15.

Like, a lot, right? A lot a lot.

And I just wanted to post a bit of wholesome appreciation for it, as well as touch on what I see as the possible significance of it, because in this episode I would say that all of it is tied to Cas, as if the narrative is trying to hit him over the head with what actually might save him from the Empty, rather than condemn him to an eternity of dreamless sleep, and his salvation is: happiness.

He’s keeping up the status quo because if he tries for more or dares to want more for himself, the possibility of happiness means that his Shadow aka the Empty will appear and snatch him away.

I wrote a while back about how I believe that if Cas becomes human this could (and, way I see it, should) constitute the happiest moment for his individual arc, even if he’s not even aware of it himself, and it would mean that his Shadow comes up empty handed *oh pun* because only angels belong in the Empty. (meaning that symbolically only Cas’ identity confusion can trap him in this proverbial eternal sleep mode)

Let’s dig -->

1. I Love You

Sunny, our narrative representative of kick-ass femininity, appears in pink, surrounded by the colour of warning, as green has a tendency to underline something amiss like a soft visual foreshadowing.

In this scene we also get a distraught couple saying goodbye, Sunny wanting Conrad to save himself and not live his life trapped within a world of her father’s making, while Conrad doesn’t want to leave without her, but she asks him to, and so he goes. Unfortunately, trying to leave causes his head to explode.

I mean, the interpretation closest at hand here, when looking at the bookend moment, where Conrad’s death brings Sunny to finally confront her father (who’s a chip off the old toxic masculinity block, to say the least), is that Sunny, bound by her sense of duty to her father, sets love free, but loses it anyway, because the only way for her to save Conrad isn’t to send him away and bereave herself of love, but to confront and stand up to her father’s control, freeing herself.

Interestingly, if Conrad hadn’t listened to Sunny and instead chosen to stay, rather than run away at her insistence, he wouldn’t have died. *tut*

2. Caution: Wet Floor

Cas is framed by pink and blue in this shot, while the floor is covered with yellow cautionary signs since the floor is wet where Conrad’s blood has been mopped up. Telling us what? That unless Cas gets his act together soon, he may very well be headed down a slippery slope and end up like Conrad, who took someone else’s instructions, no matter that they came from the person he loved, above following his own heart and got his brain splattered all over the ceiling because of it. *ho hum*

3. Treat Yourself

A very gorgeous, red coat, blue gloves, purple cupcakes, pink cupcakes. I mean, I’m not saying it’s exactly all that, but it is what it is, right? :)

The clear correlations between Cas and Felix the Snake also start very early, where Cas is continuously shown or offered food to eat and declines it. I’ll talk a bit more about this in another meta because I have thoughts, but Cas isn’t eating the food he’s offered in the episode, or drinking anything on offer, for that matter, because he’s not human, and Felix isn’t eating because he’s sad, which in and of itself is an interesting tie, given an episode so concerned with what will make our characters happy.

4. Have You Had Your Milkshake Today?

*reds and pinks and blues and cherries!*

Now, let’s take note. Sam gets a very white milkshake, while Cas gets the pink one, handed to him by our narrative representative of exactly what Cas needs to connect to within himself - his emotions - and then we get the rather mind-blowing, head-exploding line from Sunny when she states Everyone loves milkshakes.

And her eyes land on Cas -->

Who understands he’s meant to love milkshakes, but has this tiny, major problem of just not craving food. At all. And he looks at the pink, cherried milkshake like so -->

--> as though he barely knows what to do with it. *you suck the straw Cas*

And then, of course, he grabs it and smiles awkwardly and says Delicious, all the while not tasting it, because he doesn’t feel any inclination to, and what’s so remarkable about it is the scene which follows close on the heels of this one, strengthening the echo that resounded the moment Sunny claimed that everyone loves milkshakes.

Oh yes.

Everybody loves bacon.

Because what do we get with Jack and the non-eating Felix and the attempting to be helpful Dean?

We get -->

Kudos for the reaction-frown on Jack’s face that brings to mind a certain trench coated someone who does not eat anything.

Come on, Cas. You know you want to open yourself up and feel more, feel everything.

Stop. Suppressing. What. You. Want. For. Yourself.

Find some way to enjoy the damn milkshake! :P

(the cherry makes this milkshake feel wholly related to sex and popping the cherry and Dean’s classic Cherry Pie Dream Sequence and could be seen as an underlining for how Cas is suppressing anything even resembling desire at the moment) (but that’s if you wanna go there) (moving on)

4. Undercover Romance

*amazing house* Reminder: this is where Conrad stayed.

If we look at Conrad as representative of Cas’ suppression and Cas’ compliance with his Shadow’s threats, Cas avoiding happiness out of fear for the looming consequences, which is reflected in how Conrad runs away from the situation rather than sticking it out and staying by Sunny’s side, then this house should scream pink.

If Cas can’t a way to stop suppressing his inner kick-ass femininity and dare to be happy, he will die, even if it’s only figuratively. What’s life when it’s completely lacking happiness? He’s walking around like a damn zombie atm.

It’s like the narrative wants him to open his eyes already.

Aw Cas.

Ah, yes, here comes the hat-wearer in a tan coat with his lady-love in pink, and red, and tan. This as foreshadowing for how Fitzmartin and Yockey really went all in with highlighting the idea of Cas in the visual narrative fitting seamlessly into this era, with his suit and trench coat, but more on that in another post.

The steamy love letter is written on pink paper, which Cas reads while holding another letter that’s hot pink and yet another one that’s purple while his blue tie adds the blue. Kinda neat! Also, that steamy love letter deserves a round of applause, because anything that puts words like that in Cas’ mouth should be lauded.

The fact that Cas reads it perfunctorily is also extremely telling. He’s not responding to it, he’s not embarrassed by it, it’s words on a piece of paper that he doesn’t relate himself to whatsoever.

Aw. Cas.

6. Are You Hungry?

Pink earbuds and pink little flowers and a blue dress.

Is Cas hungry for johnnycakes? (btw johnnycakes have a history dating back to the first settlers) (its food entirely to do with learning to survive in a new land) (if you wanna take it to extreme detail land) (and who doesn’t?)

Well, Cas really isn’t hungry for anything, is he? Because? He doesn’t eat. Because? He’s not human.

Sam gets to spend a moment in his happy place because he’s human. It’s all a lie, of course, but the truth of it is that only when Sam stops running away from himself can he actually find the internal balance that will grant him real happiness, and peace of mind.

And this narrative message goes for all of them in this episode, including Dean and Jack. Saying you’re good or you’re fine means nothing if you’re lying to yourself as much as everyone else.

What intrigues me most about the threading of pink here, though, is how it ties itself to Sunny, because the ending is so definitive in how it states what’s been stated over and over on this show, especially since the beginning of S13:

Toxic masculinity has to be defeated and, way I see it, it can only be defeated by the characters opening up to and embracing their internal femininity so that it can step up to the plate and finally kick imbalance in the ass.

And as the external narrative is a reflection of the internal journeys, it follows that once the toxic masculinity/shadow-self has been integrated and the masculine/feminine has found internal balance, the external narrative will begin to take on that tone as well. (but, to my mind, not before)

We shall see. I loved this episode. It’s deeply rich in detail and coming off the back of 14x14 and the enormous turning point that episode gave us, I feel my head is mildly spinning with impressions. Kudos to these formidable writers and welcome to Meghan Fitzmartin. What an entrance!

#spn meta #spn 14x15 #my reading #cas #sunny and conrad #suppression/repression #toxic masculinity #facing your fears #pink+blue=purple #balance #happiness #carl jung #shadow work #spn symbology

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shayderwolfspirit · 5 years

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As some of you know I am one of the leaders on Supernatural Amino and the past weekend when we got the news we just couldn't get to make the usual weekend challenge. Here's what I wrote and partly how I reacted , I feel like the last things I wrote were like open letters towards y'all and I just hope that some words and to see the support and love in this family helps a little

No weekend challenge this time. Here's why:

Hello y'all, this is Sam,

As some of you have noticed, this weekend we got no weekend challenge.

The truth is that the news hit us all so much we couldn't think of anything better than just letting people deal with it how they can, and we had to deal with that as well. Personally I still have not absorbed nor elaborated the informations about the end of the series next year, it's still far and we have a lot to enjoy and will have those moment forever, but still it hit me right in the guts.

Supernatural means so much more than just a show, it's not just a way to spend time and entertain ourselves, it's not something that will pass, I know most of us know what I'm talking about and what the so family means, we will always care about the story, the cast and crew, the people, the other fellow fans. We do Because we are not just a fandom, we are a family.

I see that some people tell others don't cry because it's over, smile and be happy because it happened. But I don't quite totally agree with that, I say both, I smile it happened (and it's still happening) and I am sad it's over (not yet!). All of it and even more because if there's something we learn from supernatural is that it's okay to be sad, it's okay to be angry, or numb, it's okay to have happiness and sadness and confusion because it's part of life and it's part of us, every emotion, everything we feel completes us, and above all. Over ? It will never really be over. This? This is real and will stay after the show stops airing new episodes, new stories, we have developed our owns too.

Some need to grief this huge mountain that just seems to have been fallen from the clear sky, unexpected somehow because as the show keeps kicking stronger every year and the fandom is of the most loyal I know, we didn't see that coming any time soon.

It happened,

and we all deal with it how we can,

because it’s okay to feel how you feel, it’s okay to feel, period.

It helps to cry, scream, or simply talk,

It helps to paint, sketch, draw something

Write down thoughts or write fanfictions, imagines, shorts

It helps to make edits and photo manips, to play with colors and lights

It helps to roleplay and keep the flame alive

It helps to have someone reminding us to drink and sleep and eat, like the Winchesters too need to be reminded sometimes.

What I wanna say is, take your time, because it takes time, and it hurts like hell, it does, because it's real, because it reveals how true it all is and how deep it gets us, which is both getting us emotional and incredibly proud of being part of something this huge, worldwide connecting people and saving lives since 2005.

It is not the end, as the quote goes "nothing really ends, does it?" And it couldn't be more true.

What after the show ends? What do we do?

Basically, calling all fans!

Besides there's still plenty of time before supernatural closes, we do what we do best, we stand together, we keep doing what we've been doing, we keep create, support and share with the world everything we have learned and we will look forward to what else new we can discover and learn, one never stop learning, one never stop getting surprised by life, every single day is different and new even when it seems like the same, even when it seems too hard, we go through, even when we go down we fix the day and we keep fighting, because that's what we do. Our values, our hopes and wishes, won't ever get wiped out, by the way... As for glitter, good luck getting rid of us!

So, I say we can do a few things:

1. We grief, take time off the media

2. We create something,

Draw, write, share what supernatural means to you, be part of the current fan-projects, because we all make this possible together with the heroes we look up to.

- Tweet your support and love, write a letter, tell us something about yourself, the THEM something about yourself and as it is painful for us it hurts more them than us, it is painful for everyone so lets give them the best thank you we can but not as ending, not as goodbye, but to celebrate every day the friendships, the family, the examples we carry on in life, To share that strength that is in our heart making us all fight harder for each other. We are not alone, they are not either, we will never be.

Either way, don't forget to drink, breathe, eat and sleep, I forgot most of this myself, and I keep reminding it trying to get it together.

So, just FYI, I submitted a wiki (on supernatural amino) that I did a while ago to keep all the fan projects together, you can pin it and submit with this along to share and keep track of ideas and opportunities to partecipate and help bring these actions to reality

Fandom's Creations http://aminoapps.com/p/hyxnif

And here's a public chatroom for the projects, to discuss about things, ask questions if in doubt and none less be there to support one another

> Say something nice and I'll write it down http://aminoapps.com/p/svh90q

Here are some projects I'm aware of:

(if you know of projects going on please let me know, I’d love if we all manage to share anc connect!)

1. Fanbook/Album project

Fanbook project http://aminoapps.com/p/jul1yf organized by myself for the jibcon this may, I’ll be traveling to Rome in may 13 2019 carrying with me all the messages I can collect

reminder http://aminoapps.com/p/ojg11k for J2MA (Jared, Jensen, Misha and Alex) and all the rest of the cast and crew of supernatural (everyone involved) separately or in group

2. Scrapbooks, 4x j2ma http://aminoapps.com/p/2022dl A scrapbook for each of them separately, one for Jared, one for Misha, one for Jensen and one for Alex, this is not organized by me but by Ashlynn, an user on Supernatural Amino, the books will be sent.

3. Jason Manns/Louden Swain project http://aminoapps.com/p/4gp65n organized by a dear friend of mine @toastiel it’s on Tumblr too

4. Video project http://aminoapps.com/p/bqh707 organized by yet another member of the spn amino

I suggest that if you want to give a letter specifically to one of J2M (Jared Jensen and Misha) you can submit it to the scrapbooks, and yes you can send it for the fanbook/album too, which is something towards them and the rest of the cast, it can be a message not for one of them but all 3 together in one letter, you can also partecipate in both. I will.

Please consider to put some energy, to do something nice evening simple into the project for the Louden Swain as well as the others, as they are a strong part of this family and conventions.

Remember, this is not a challenge, this is not a goodbye, it's more like an event "event" like, today we write something about ourselves and what supernatural means for us and those around us, It's a "hey the news shocked me too" look around, look at everyone else, we are in this together, it's not the end, so lets remind ourselves how strong and real this is and how alive we are, lets share some of the best things that touched us through these years and kept us together, because I have the feeling supernatural, this, this is something that probably will endure forever.

This place... it's hard right now, everywhere I see people hurt, but it's my home, it's our home, we just need a little time

It will be fine, just carry on and keep fighting because you're not alone, and you are enough, so am I.

Let's be creative and put some color in the day

Of course you'll have time to make stuff, lets see what we can do

If have doubts please ask questions about it

If you need support and to talk please take a look at the AKF initiative and join one of the AKF support chats (AKF Initiative on Supernatural Amino)

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anonymouswriter2311 · 6 years

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Prompt: Alice & Robin go on a road trip to Boston or New York. Little Robin ducks down and hides in the back seat. By the time they realize she’s back there, they’ve almost reached their destination and decide to just let her come with them (after calling Zelena to let her know). The whole day while touring the city, everyone keeps commenting on how cute their family is, everyone assumes Little Robin is their daughter because she basically looks like a clone of Big Robin.

Thanks for the amazing prompt, it has given me so many ideas for their crazy New York adventures, so this is only part 1!

Little Robin’s Adventures, Chapter 8: Robin’s in the City Part 1

It was the third day of the summer holidays and already Little Robin was bored out of her mind, having already achieved everything she had planned to do over the summer by the second day. All the coloring books had been colored to perfection, she had caught up on the latest episodes of My Little Pony and successfully made a mess in her usually clean bedroom…yep, she was bored and it was driving Zelena crazy.

“I’m bored…” The child whined as she stomped her foot hard on the floor, trying to get her Mother’s attention.

“And what would you like me to do about that sweetie? If I could wave a magic ward and cure you of your boredom, I would. Why don’t you come and help Mummy pot plants?” Zelena spoke without tearing her eyes away from the seed packets in her hands, trying to decide on what to plant next.

“Mom that’s boring! Can you bring me to Robin’s house?” The brunette jumped excitedly, knowing that any day spent with her two best friends would never be boring.

“Not today sweetie, Robin, and Alice are going out of town for a few days. Why don’t you go and play with Neal?” Neal, aka the only kid in town that didn’t treat her like a villain.

“I don’t wanna! He never lets me be the knight!” Robin moaned starting to get frustrated, summer holidays were meant to be fun and she was most definitely not having any fun.

“I’m sorry monkey, but you can see Robin and Alice when they come back in a few days.” Zelena finally put the seed packets down and smiled apologetically at the small child.

“Can I at least say goodbye to them?” The small brunette pouted, knowing all too well that it would work every time on her Mother.

“Fine…if we hurry we might be able to catch them.” The redhead shook her head knowingly at the child, before Little Robin took off running, Zelena following close behind.

“Robin! Pretty Alice!” Little Robin screamed as she ran up the driveway to her best friends home, that had quickly become a second home to her.

“Hey, monster!” Robin closed the trunk, before scooping the brunette into her arms, lifting her up high into the air and spinning her around playfully, sending the small brunette into a fit of giggles.

“Do you have to go away? I wanna play!” The little brunette screamed as she was being twirled around.

“It’s only for a few days Little One!” Alice couldn’t help but smile at the two brunettes. It was no secret that Robin hadn’t enjoyed the young brunette’s company at first, but Little Robin had managed to win her around eventually, making the two nearly inseparable.

“No fair!” The small brunette huffed as Robin finally put her down.

“How about you come to stay with us for a few days after we get back?” Alice knelt down to face the child, opening her arms for her.

“Promise?”

“I pinky swear!” The pair linked their pinkies together, before hugging tightly. As they broke apart, Little Robin caught a glimpse of her booster seat in the backseat, giving her a wicked idea.

“Mom, can I go to the castle?” Little Robin smiled mischievously.

“On your own? I thought you wanted to play with someone.” Zelena eyed her daughter suspiciously, taken aback by her sudden change of tune.

“No, I wanted to play with Robin and pretty Alice! Everyone else sucks!” The small brunette huffed, snarling at her Mother slightly.

“Language Little missy!” Zelena snapped not tolerating the brunette’s attitude, no matter how bored she was.

“Sorry…” The brunette mumbled, scuffing her shoe against the pavement as she looked down.

“Go play, I expect you back home for dinner and without that new-found attitude of yours!” Zelena shouted as the brunette took off, before turning to face the grinning couple “I blame you two for that.”

“Us? What did we do?” Robin asked defensively.

“You’ve become her fun parents! And I’m just Mum with the rules!” The redhead rolled her eyes at the older version of her daughter.

“You’re so much more than that and you know it! She’s just…lonely. We aren’t exactly the most popular kid in town.” Robin defended her younger self, thinking back to her lonely childhood, filled with hushed whispers behind her back and the extreme lack of friends.

“You’d tell me if you were being bullied, wouldn’t you?” Zelena quickly placed her hand on her heart, thinking the worst.

“Do you really think I’d sit back knowing that little me is getting bullied?” The archer raised a knowing eyebrow at her overreacting Mother. Deciding that it was best not to tell her about the visit she had paid to the parents of her tormentors to make sure that they weren’t filling their impressionable kids with false stories about her Mother.

“Point taken…what do I do?” The redhead, slumped against the car, just as Little Robin took this as her chance to sneak in the back of Robin’s car, preparing to prank the couple.

“Just cut her some slack, the more you push her to do things she doesn’t want to do, the more angry and bitter she will become.” Robin shrugged, as Alice placed a comforting hand on her fiancés back, knowing that the subject of Robin’s childhood was a sore spot.

“How did you get past it?” Zelena smiled comfortingly at her daughter, thankful that she had the older brunette here to help.

“She captured a cute blonde in a cage,” Alice smirked at the Mill’s women, before placing a sweet kiss on Robin’s neck, making the brunette blush like crazy.

“If you two come back from this little road trip of yours married, I’ll be extremely annoyed! I’ve already picked out my hat!” Zelena shook her head jokingly at the couple, before looking down at her watch. “You two should probably get going if you want to make it to New York by lunchtime.”

“Give the Kid a kiss from us?” Robin hugged her other Mother, before the pair quickly hopped into the car, not noticing the now sleeping brunette hid in the backseat.

“Have fun!” Zelena shouted, waving at the pair as they drove off.

“Bye!” Alice waved a hand out the window, before relaxing into her seat, ready for the most amazing weekend with her fiancé.

“This is going to be the best weekend ever! I’ve always wanted to go to New York…well Tilly did anyway.” Alice reached over to intertwine her fingers with Robin’s, happy that their car was an automatic meaning Robin didn’t need her right hand.

“Henry took me once when I was about six, we went to Central Park, watched a play, ate hot dogs! It was so much fun…too bad Little Robin probably won’t have that day now.” Robin smiled sadly as she glanced briefly at her love.

“We could always bring her one day!” Alice jumped excitedly in her chair, hoping to cheer up her fiancé.“You’re worried about her aren’t you?” The blonde whispered when she saw the small frown on lips.

“A little…I just know how she feels, from the age six to eleven, I was so angry. Nobody wanted to know me, let alone be my friend.” The archer vented, squeezing the blonde’s hand tightly.

“Because of who your Mother was?”

“Partly…kids can be cruel. I wish I could just be there with her, hold her hand and tell her that what they are saying doesn’t matter, that she’s not the product of evil…” The archer shrugged, stroking the back of Alice’s hand with her thumb.

“Robin…” The blonde whispered, squeezing tightly.

“I know…us being with her is weird enough. She needs to live through this, it makes her…me.”

“I was going to say, what happens in school won’t matter. That won’t be what she thinks of when she gets older, not when she has us to make all the bad days good.” Alice chirped, leaning over to peck the brunette’s cheek lovingly.

“I love you sometimes.” Robin couldn’t help but turn to face the blonde as they stopped at a red light.

“Only sometimes…” Alice whispered as she moved closer, closing the distance between them.

“Gross…” Little Robin moaned, waking up to find the couple kissing.

“Robin!” Alice squealed as she quickly turned around to see the little brunette smiling brightly at her.

“Hey…” Little Robin gave the couple a small wave, as Robin quickly found a place to pull over.

“What do you think you’re doing here? Does Zelena know? Of course, she doesn’t, we are too sneaky for that.” Robin scolded, turning around in her seat to face the brunette.

“How?” Alice asked calmly.

“I climbed in the back while you were talking to Mom…I was planning on surprising you sooner, but I fell asleep.” The child admitted, ready for the telling off she was about to receive.

“Kid that’s not cool! I know that summer is boring, but you can’t just run away like that!” Robin shouted loudly, before taking a deep breath calming herself down. “Sorry…”

“You said it yourself…nobody, there likes me.” Little Robin teared up slightly, bringing her knees up to her face.

“Kid…” Robin moaned, feeling horrible, as Alice climbed into the back seat to comfort the small child.

“Please don’t bring me back…I’ll be good.” Little Robin begged the blonde, as she cuddled up next to her.

“Robin…” Alice begged the older brunette, a small pout on her face.

“Our plans…” The archer whined.

“Can wait until our next trip, we could give her that trip that Henry gave you.” The blonde suggested as the excited brunette started to squirm in her lap.

“Fine, but only because we are too far out to turn back!” The brunette huffed, as the pair in the back cheered loudly. “Buckle up you two.” Robin shook her head, as she started up the car again.

“Yay! This is going to be so cool.” Little Robin shouted.

“You should probably call Zelena.” Robin shared a knowing look through the rear view window.

“Mom is going to kill me…” The little brunette mumbled nervously as she clung to the blonde next to her.

“She’ll be fine, I promise.” Robin turned to smile quickly at the brunette, before turning her focus back to the road.

“Hey Zelena…I’ve got something to tell you, but you might not like it.”

Zelena freaked out apologetically, knowing how much they had been looking forward to their weekend away to celebrate their engagement. She had cursed and shouted, and even offered to drive up to New York to get her, but Alice had assured her that everything was fine and that Little Robin would fine with them. Begrudgingly, after being sweet-talked by Alice, Zelena finally agreed to allow Little Robin to stay with them for the weekend.

“So, what are we going to do first?” Little Robin asked as she flopped down on the rose petal covered bed. “What’s with all the flowers?”

“Don’t worry about it Kid…” Robin muttered red in the face, as Alice sent her a loving smile, silently communicating with her that all these romantic efforts wouldn’t be forgotten.

“We’re pretty close to Central Park and I hear they have a home of animals!” Alice jumped excitedly throwing herself onto the bed next to the small brunette.

“Home of animals?” The brunette questioned her older self confusingly, something she did whenever she didn’t understand what her blonde best friend had meant.

“She means the zoo.” Robin shook her head at the pair while putting the suitcases in the closet. “We’ll have to get you some clothes today Kid, they seem to be one thing you didn’t take into consideration in your master stowaway plan!”

“I wasn’t exactly planning to be a stowaway! I fell asleep.” Little Robin blushed.

“Late night My Little Pony marathon again?” The older brunette teased, knowing all too well that Little Robin had wanted to keep her obsession with the talking ponies under wraps.

“Robin!”

“I didn’t know you liked that show! I love it!” Alice sat up excitedly, pulling the brunette onto her lap.

“It’s okay I guess…”

“Speaking of ponies, are we going to the home of animals or not?” Robin joked, winking at the pair.

***

“Robin! Lift me up! I can’t see the lion!” The little brunette jumped excitedly, her grip on the archers hand tight.

“C’mere Kid!” Robin rolled her eyes, letting go of Alice’s hand to scoop the little brunette into her arms, before lifting her over her head and onto her shoulders. “Better?”

“Yep! Woah, they are so cool!” Little Robin threaded her fingers through the brunette’s braid, holding on tightly, but not tight enough to hurt her.

“You know Kid, lions are pretty important to our family.” The archer spoke as they began to walk to the next animal pen.

“Really?”

“Yep, the lion is our father’s family crest…” Both of the Robin’s smiled sadly, as Alice snaked her arm around the older brunette’s waist. “Alice has a pretty interesting book at the house, we should have a little read of it when we get home.”

“Cool!”

“Robin’s! Bunnies! Bunnies!” Alice jumped excitedly before taking off running towards the small pen filled with a new litter of rabbits, just slightly bigger than the ones bouncing around their backyard.

“Can I go see the bunnies?” Robin gently banged Older Robin’s head gently, before she was quickly and carefully lifted up high and placed on the ground.

“Careful!” Robin shouted as Little Robin took off running.

“They are so cute!” Little Robin squealed as she sat down beside Alice. “This one looks just like Simon!” The small brunette coed as she gently lifted the small rabbit into her lap.

“Only a little smaller.” Alice agreed as she plucked her own little rabbit into her arms. “How old are they?” The blonde asked the zookeeper in charge of the rabbits.

“Few weeks, you seem to know how to handle them. Do you have a rabbit of your own?” The female zoo keeper asked as she knelt down to pet the rabbit sleeping in Little Robin’s lap.

“Yeah, we have a couple litters hopping around back home,” Alice explained as more little bounced over to the pair.

“That must be fun, having little bunnies hopping around.” The zookeeper winked at the small brunette, who giggled slightly before nodding.

“Hey, you two, smile!” Robin called over, forcing the two girls to look over just as Robin captured multiple pictures on her phone. “Perfect!”

“Come and see the rabbits!” Little Robin shouted, waving at her older self.

“I’m alright here Kid,” Robin shrugged, not being the biggest fan of the hopping creatures. “I was thinking we could go get ice cream? What do you say, Kid?”

“Yay!” The small brunette gently sat the small rabbit in her lap onto the ground before running over to the brunette, jumping into her arms, allowing Robin to swing her around before settling her on her hip.

“Coming babe?” Robin called over to Alice who was still fully engrossed with the small creatures.

“Yep…sorry little ones,” The blonde gently scooted all the rabbits away, allowing room for her to stand.

“Excuse me…” The zookeeper gently touched Alice’s arm, forcing her to stop. “Can I just say that you three make the cutest little family! Your little girl looks just like her Mom…so adorable!” The woman smiled brightly at the confused blonde.

“T-Thanks.” She said slowly, before skipping over towards the pair, a teasing smile plastered on her face.

“Finally, this one was about to start eating me.” Robin moaned as Alice finally reached them, reaching over and intertwining their fingers together.

“I was just having a very interesting conversation with the zookeeper! She thinks that we make a such a cute little family.” Alice winked at the two brunette’s who looked at her weirdly. “She said that my daughter looks just like her Mom.”

“Wait, she thought that she was…and that I was…” Robin asked in shock, as Alice dropped her hand and grabbed Little Robin from Robin.

“Yep! Now, let’s take our daughter and get her some ice cream!”

“Not funny!” Robin shouted, before running towards them.

TBC…

AO3

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