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ell-does-stuff · 1 year ago

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‼️‼️MORE SPOILERS‼️‼️

HERES THE REBLOG I PROMISED, TIME TO YAP AGAIN

something's going on with evermore and gregor i feel... esp evermore, he had rick pull over specifically to talk to gregor and wants to meet again "hopefully soon." he just also seems veeerrryyy sketchy to me in general so hmmm??? whats going on here?????

THEIR COSTUMES GOT FLIPPED JFBDDUJDBDHCBSHDBF

ALSO PUMP'S LITTLE MISSING TOOTH!!!! AND TWO TEETH SHOWING UP ON SKID WEARING THE MASK

STTTRRRREEEEEEBBBBBBEEEERRRRRRRRRRJFJDJHEJCBDBEBCJHEBRBFBX D DJD EBXJBEBXHX SJCJS R JXJEIWJRBRNSK SJDHE RJJEBRBEBDBEBENBDBDJBR

HES ALIVEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!;(;+! MY BOYYYYYYYY!!!!;(!!!+;++;! HE LIVEDDDDDDDDDD!!!(!;(!;++;!!!++!!++!!!

IM SO HAPPYYYYYYY IVE NEVER BEEN THIS HAPPY OVER SOMETHING THAT HAPPENS IN THE BACKGROUND FOR 2 SECONDS YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

JOHN WITH THE PICTURE OF HIS DAUGHTER WAAAAAAA 😭😭😭😭😭 AND HIM AFTER TO SKID AND PUMP GOING "...your parents love you, kids. they love you no matter what." HSHDBEHDB I CANT DO THIS MANNNNNN 😭😭😭😭😭😭

ZACH HADEL JUMPSCARE WTFFFFFF

MR PSYCHICPEBBLES GET TF OUT OF HERE WE WERE HAVING AN EMOTIONAL MOMENT AHHAHAHAHAHHA

"WE'RE HAVING AN EXORCISM!!! :DDDD"

god i love these kids

MOLOCH HAS LEGS‼️‼️‼️‼️

he looks so god damn badass holy shit

moloch can turn into people he killed??!?!?!? (or maybe can just turn into people in general??!?!?!)

love pump's casual little "he didn't" to skid saying moloch escaped

and skid's all TF YOU MEAN NUH UH

"im gonna be a police officer." "I NEED TO HAVE A GUN LEGALLY." shes so real for this

also patty has freckles!!!!!!!!!!!! i already thought she was really pretty but she's even prettier with them teehee

HOBOMEN ARE BACK WOOOO

i miss my tankmen fixation honestly i should rewatch all the episodes again sometime

and evermore, WHY DO YOU NEED TO DESTROY A BUILDING???!?!? is it the cult building??!?!! maybe??!?!?!? WHAT IS UP WITH YOU.

rick continues to be one of my favorite characters ever

"too bright." as a demon is on his windshield "im not gonna clean this, i quit." as said demon just wrecked the limo he was in. god i love him, hes so great.

im imagining hatzgang having war flashbacks from what happened in ep 2 during this (even if they don't really remember it)

ignacio fucking WHIPPING OUT A GUN AND SHOOTING MOLOCH is so real of him, iconic as hell

"fucking kids........" someone please help my man he is not well 😭

DAMN. i don't really have anything to say, them being possessed just looks fucking cool HAHAHAH

ACTUALLY WAIT I DO HAVE A THING TO SAY... its like their drawing in ep 4 came to life! they've probably been begging for this to happen LOL

moloch is dead :((((

RIP probably the most badass spooky month villain 🫡🫡🫡

THEY'RE SO SAD ABOUT HIM DYING MANNNNN THESE POOR KIDS

"you are an irresponsible mother" DONT YOU DARE SAY THAT. SHE IS THE BEST MOM IN FICTION EVER. SHE WAS GOING THROUGH A TON OF STUFF MANNNNN LEAVE HER ALONEEEEEEEE!!!! >:(((((((

MANNNNNNN THIS PARTTTTTTTTTTTT RAAHHHHHHH ITS SO COOL!!!!!!!! THE CULTISTS.... EYES..... I WANNA KNOW MORE MANNNN I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING!!!

pump cheering up after being sad from moloch's death with the eldritch being plushie..... mr wonder saying their parents got it even though he bought it just to make him happy....... susie saying "what's the point if they're not here"...........NO IM NOT CRYING YOU ARE.

I SWEAARRRRRRR IM NOT CRYYYUJNGGG DJDB EBDBD XJ DJ W E WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

ERM...... ANYWAYS!!!!!!!!!

OOGA BOOGA GENUINELY FUCKING SCARED ME THIS TIME. i was just all "woahhh hey they put her in the credits art!!" AND THEN..... MAN.

THE THIEVES??!?!?!???!?!!? AND CANDY DEALER??!?!??!!?!!?!! ARE THEY IN THE CULT??!??????????!??!??!???! I HAVE SO MANY FUCKING QUESTIONS LIKE HOLY SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT THIS IS INSANE......... ANSWERS. IMMEDIATELY. PLEASEE I AM BEGGING GRRRRRJRJFJFJDHF

this is exactly how i was with the last episode MANNNN we are so back

WELL THAT'S EVERYTHING I GOTTA SAY... actually that might be a lie i always got more shit to yap about but HOPE YOU LIKED MY RAMBLINGS THIS TIME OK BYEEEEE‼️‼️‼️

MAKING A BIG OL POST OF EVERYTHING I GOTTA SAY ABOUT THE NEW SPOOKY MONTH BECAUSE HOLY SHITTTT THERES A LOT

‼️‼️SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY‼️‼️

THE THIEVES ARE BACK WOOOOOOOO!! IVE MISSED THEM SM

also eepy lila

while gathering images for this ive noticed that the "pile of dexter" as im calling it is staring at the thieves the whole time they're in the attic (specifically fat thief)

is he somehow still alive???? just possessing a pile of dead doll????????

so cool to see the big ass spider get some actual relevance!! def gonna be important next episode for sure

ROSS'S DAD!!!!!!!!

also jaune is so pretty with her hair down like omggg... love to see her being such a supportive friend to lila as well

"are you throwing away dad's stuff mom?" WAAAAAA MY POOR BABYYY IM GONNA CRYYY

HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN

theyre so me

DEXTERRRRJRJRJRHSHSHDBBDBSB!!+!!!!!(!!

"this cat looks sick im taking it to the vet" BULLSHIT i know what you are. 👁️👁️

DEXTER'S MOM!?!?????!?!?!?!?!!!??? i had no idea she would ever show up like wow i did not expect to see her at all

poor little babies and their lack of parents

ok sorry ik im joking here but MAN this scene made me feel bad 😭😭😭

THE FUCK.

pretty sure this dude is the same guy as the "costume bob" in the last episode??? i felt bad for him last time but here he seems like kind of a pathetic and weird ass man ngl lol

RADFORRRRRRDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!(!!(;+;!;(;;(;??;(;;!!(+!!++!(++!

HES SUCH A GOD DAMN SILLY NERD MAN LIKEEEEE "he even sounds like he does in the movies!!!!!!" BROOOO I LOVE HIMMMMMMMMMM DJJDGWHDHSHFH

he is EXACTLY how i pictured he would be!! my brain is not gonna shut up about him for the next few days i just know it HAHAHAH

also my caramelpopcorn (thats their ship name right?? or was it candycorn??? i forgor lol) heart is completely full, i loved actually seeing him and kevin canonically interact, they are perfect <3

HES IN THE CANDY CLUB OUTFIRTBD RJSHNF EBDJFBSBDJC EJDUFBEBW DKXN SCUEBFNFBRJSJCJCHDB!!!!(!!!!!;+;(;!!(+!!

"im... uh... like an uncle!!" "i just wanna help the children..." BROO??? feeling kinda bad for frank rn, these are like the only kids he genuinely cares about and hes being turned away from em

ik hes a shady guy but STILL

GREGOR LOOKS SO GOOFY DOING THE DANCE JDBDHSHFHD LIKE WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THATTTTT

also i made this gif myself yall better like it

aaaaaaaaaand dexter's mom is dead.

like son like mother i guess 💀

love how ignacio's door has small little boards on it from when they bashed it with a hammer HAHAHHA

also, looking at the inside of ignacio's house, is that john's family on the little table there???

one of the images in the arg gives a better look at this, but i had no idea it was in IGNACIO'S HOUSE of all places. why does he have that??? and right by the gun too.... what is this silly cult man planning......

(the arg image in question if yall were wondering)

"we understand you" "we're here for you dude" "thank you guys, i just wish things weren't so..." HATZGANG FRIENDSHIP WAAAAA!!!!!

also ROY HAS BEEN THROUGH SHIT MY POOR GUYYYY i wanna hug him mannnn 🥺

IMAGE LIMIT IS KILLING ME SO IM GONNA REBLOG THIS WITH MORE SHIT TO SAY BECAUSE I AM NOT DONE MANNN‼️‼️‼️‼️

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nightshade-minho · 5 years ago

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-Blue Book- (4)

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The next morning, Chan made sure to come to school early, since he wanted to talk to you. He found you leaning against your locker, and quickly made his way over to you.

"Hey~"

You looked up, a wide smile growing on your face as you removed your earphones.

"Chan! You don't usually come to school this early..."

"Uh yeah, I know. I kinda wanted to talk to you without my friends breathing down my neck."

"Hm, makes sense."

Chan let out a sigh, leaning back against the lockers. "My friends are kind of possessive...I wanna spend more time with you, but then at the same time I don't want to ignore them and hurt their feelings."

You raised an eyebrow. "Oka-"

"Which is why I want to introduce you to them. We can hang out together..."

"Oh, um. Your friends..." You sighed uncomfortably, clutching your book harder. "...I don't think they like me very much..."

That was an understatement. Minho's insults, Hyunjin's teasing remarks, Seungmin's glares whenever you answered a question right...it was clear that Chan's friends weren't fans of you.

"It's fine. They'll be fine once they meet you."

Chan came closer slowly, almost caging you against the locker as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, smiling. "I like you a lot...so I'm sure they will, too."

Leaning in a little closer, he mumbled in your ear. "And if they don't...well, they can suck it. All I know is, you're my girl now and I'm not letting you sit alone at lunch."

"W-wait..." you looked up, blushing. "I'm your...what?"

He chuckled, pulling away from you and winking as he walked away.

"See you at lunch!" He called.

***

You stood there with your tray, nervously looking over at Chan's table. Just a few steps more...

Your heart was beating fast as you told yourself to suck it up. Inhaling deeply, you made your way to the table, trying to smile.

Chan looked up as he saw you approach, grinning as he raised his hand and waved.

"Y/n! Come over here~" He patted the empty seat next to him.

You sat there, nervously avoiding eye contact with everyone at the table. A second later, you felt Chan wrap an arm around you, pulling you close.

Minho tilted his head in amusement at the gesture, exchanging glances with Seungmin.

"Guys, you know Y/n..." Chan introduced, looking around the table.

"Hm, how could we not? She's always yapping away in class." Seungmin said, leaning back in his chair. "Damn, the rest of us can't even get a word in."

You knew this would happen. Why had you agreed to this?

"Look, I'm alright sitting at my old tab-"

"No." Chan turned to Seungmin, harshly glaring. "Shut up."

There was an awkward silence as Hyunjin rolled his eyes, going back to texting on his phone.

"So...Y/n, why don't you tell us about yourself?" Felix asked slowly, trying to break the ice a little.

You pondered for a while, wondering what to say. "Um, well...I moved here with my mom. I like drawing..."

"Hmm, yeah. In that little book of yours, right?" Changbin mentioned.

"How- um, yeah...I mean-" You tripped over your words as Chan widened his eyes, shooting him a death glare. He was going to kill them.

"Um, do you have any hobbies?" Jeongin spoke up quickly, trying to divert your attention.

"This is kind of starting to feel like a job interview." You giggled, sitting up a little. "Well it's drawing and journalling, as I mentioned before. I also quite enjoy studying."

"Trust me. We know." Minho snapped, leaning back in his chair. "God, I'm bored. Who let this bitch sit here, anyway? Are you trying to turn us all into social pariahs, Chan?"

You couldn't sit there and just take it anymore. You stood up, chair screeching against the floor as you stormed across the cafeteria, leaving out the back door of the school. Leaning against the wall, you tried not to cry.

They were just a few insults, right? It wasn't full on bullying, per se...but it still hurt. So much.

Deep down, you were a little thankful. This had served as a wake-up call...you simply didn't belong in Chan's world.

***

Chan couldn't control his anger. As soon as you left, he groaned, glaring at Minho who was chuckling to himself.

"Honestly? I expected you to try and sabotage this, especially since it's your bet." He turned to Seungmin. "But you. I never expected it from you. You're supposed to be the mature one. Now how the fuck am I going to get her to trust me?" He snapped, running a hand through his hair.

"Maybe...maybe you should go check on her..." Felix suggested.

"Yeah that's what I was going to do, anyway." Chan rolled his eyes, standing up and following you.

***

"Psst."

You looked up, wiping your teary eyes.

"Listen...don't take what they say to heart. It takes time for them to warm up to people."

"I don't- I just can't do this." You said softly. "I'm sorry."

"But...you can! I...I like you. Please don't leave me."

You frowned at the ground, not knowing what to say. "Look, Chan...I like you too. Maybe more than I should, but-"

"So stay! Please. If you like me, then it shouldn't matter what my friends think."

"I guess..."

"Please. I need you to come to that carnival with me. If you spend just a little more time with them, I promise they'll like you."

You sighed. You did want to go to the carnival...and you definitely didn't want to go alone.

"Okay." You mumbled.

"Good girl." He said softly, tilting your chin up to face him. "I'll pick you up at 5. How's that sound?"

"Yeah, alright."

"We're gonna have so much fun, you and I."

***

You looked in the mirror, wondering if you looked good. You hadn't worn a dress in months, and were surprised that your old dress from 6th grade still fit you.

It was a cute dress, navy blue with tea-cup sleeves. Combined with your usual saddlebag, the outfit looked more put-together than anything you'd worn in years...you hoped Chan would like it.

Exiting your room, you went downstairs to try and find your mom, so you could ask her for some pocket money to use at the carnival. When you found her, she was passed out on the couch, a bottle of beer on her stomach, her hair sticking out in every direction. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head.

Honk honk.

You perked up when you heard Chan in his car, deciding to pull the blanket over your Mom further before leaving out the front door, carefully locking it.

As you walked towards the car, you felt your heart sink as you realized he wasn't alone.

In the passenger seat was Minho, one of Chan's friends...probably the one who hated you the most out of all of them. You carefully ignored him as you smiled at Chan, who grinned right back.

"You look so pretty." He really did think so. It wasn't the dress, or the way you did your hair, though that was nice as well. It was the huge smile on your face, radiant with happiness as you got into the backseat, greeting him.

"Thank you! You look good too...like always."

Chan's cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he took in the compliment.

"I'm so excited...I've never been to a carnival before." You said, smiling.

It was almost contagious, your enthusiasm. Chan chuckled as he started the car, Minho glancing over and frowning at the way he was smiling softly to himself. Huh...

"Well, I can guarantee you'll have fun. There's so much stuff to do."

The rest of the ride, you chatted with Chan as Minho looked out the window, grumbling to himself as he ignored everything around him.

"Fucking finally, we're almost there." Minho noted, snapping. "If I have to spend one more fucking second in this car with her, I'll combust."

You inhaled, the anger building up in you. Just who did this guy think he is?

"I have a name, you know."

"Like I give a fuck." Minho chuckled, pushing the door open before Chan could even park the car properly.

Chan watched as Minho left, walking towards Jisung, Changbin and Hyunjin who were standing near the entrance.

Wait...there was a fourth person.

Chan gulped as he realized it was Miyoung. His Miyoung. His heart started beating impossibly faster as he looked away, turning to you.

"About Minho...I'm sorry. He can be a little cold..."

"A little?" You scoffed. "Right. Well, whatever. I don't care as much as I did before."

You opened the car door, getting out and dusting off your skirt as you tried to put a smile back on your face.

"Come on, I want to go get some cotton candy~"

Chan smiled, tucking his car keys in his pocket as he joined you. He watched as Minho reached the small group, going in for a hug with Miyoung. A wave of jealousy crashed through him, and he looked away, trying to focus on you.

"The last time I had cotton candy, I was like 5..."

He slowly decided to take your hand in his as you continued talking. When your brain finally registered the warmth of his hand holding yours, you looked up in slight shock, forgetting what you'd been talking about.

"Is this okay?" He asked, squeezing gently. You nodded after a second, cheeks burning as you looked down at your intertwined hands.

***

Changbin watched as the two of you approached, his eyes noting your hands with a frown.

He nudged Jisung lightly. "Wow, Chan's really intent on making her think he likes her."

"Uh huh. The dude's got dedication, for sure." Jisung nodded, as his eyes travelled from the two of you to Minho who had noticed as well.

Frowning, Minho quickly took Miyoung's hand in his as well, not wanting to be one-upped. The girl blushed a little, staring ardently at the boy whose glare was aimed right at Chan.

"Am I the only one who finds this kind of funny?" Changbin asked, laughing as he observed.

"Nope. This whole thing was a joke from the beginning, anyway." Hyunjin shrugged, looking up from his phone. "Also Felix, Seung and Jeongin said they'll be here in a few minutes, guys. They told us to go ahead."

Chan greeted his friends, his eyes glancing at Miyoung from time to time. However, the girl paid absolutely no attention to him, her enamoured gaze focused on Minho, who was engaged in a conversation with Hyunjin.

He felt frustration bubble up in him. Why wasn't she interested in him?

You cleared your throat, making Chan look at you. "I believe I was promised some cotton candy..."

Chan smiled. "Yes I did, baby. And you'll get it, but first, let me win you a plushie." He said, glancing at Minho and Miyoung who had already separated from the guys, heading towards a game booth.

"Oh...sure!" You nodded in excitement. He pulled you along, walking faster as he reached the booth, standing next to Minho.

"Ah, Chan. Wanna compete?"

"You always know I'm down for a good ol’ competition."

You stepped back, and so did Miyoung. Looking over at her, you decided to smile. She hesitated a bit before smiling back, sidling closer tentatively.

"Isn't it hot, them competing to impress us?" She giggled, clapping her hands in delight as Minho scored, making Chan grumble. "He's soo macho..."

You sighed inwardly. "Yeah...I guess." You watched, bemused as Minho landed another goal, Chan letting out a string of curse words.

"Oh...don't worry, your boyfriend is nice too! Chan, isn't it?"

"Mmhmm."

"He's cute. He just isn't my type, you know? But it's okay if you like jocks." She smiled giddily as Minho turned to wink at her, before he went back to trying to score. "I prefer the sexy, mysterious type."

You were trying really hard not to roll your eyes, now. Nothing about Minho was a mystery- he was just another high school bully with hidden insecurities which he hid behind smirks and winks.

As Minho scored the third goal, Miyoung cheered happily and went towards him as he wrapped his hand around her waist, grinning at Chan.

You patted his back, Chan's glare softening as he turned to look at you.

"It's okay. You'll win next time."

Chan felt humiliation rise in him as he nodded at your words, still staring at Miyoung, who decided to press a kiss to Minho's cheek. Chan boiled with anger, shrugging your hand off him.

"Darn right I will. Hey, Minho? You and me, but at the ring toss. I'm better at that game."

Minho looked up, rolling his eyes and smirking. "You're such a bitter loser. But sure, you're on."

***

An hour and a half later, Minho and Chan were nowhere near done. You sat on the chair with Miyoung, bored out of your mind as you watched them go for another round at the ring toss, again.

Fine, whatever. If Chan wasn't going to get you cotton candy, you'll just get it yourself. You smiled at Miyoung and asked her if she wanted some too, an offer which she politely refused.

You walked to the confectionery booth, which was fairly close. However, just as you reached, you realized you didn’t actually have any money.

As you turned to leave, you came face to face with a boy, almost bumping into him.

He was one of Chan's friends. Felix, you think his name was. Your eyes widened as you apologized.

"Sorry, I didn't see you there-"

"No, no it's okay!" He smiled at you, and you noted how warm and genuine it was. Hmm, maybe not all of Chan's friends are bad.

"I was just going to get ice-cream for me and the guys. Did you want some too?" He asked slowly as he approached the booth, still looking at you.

"Um yeah, but then I forgot to bring my money, so-"

"Oh, that's completely fine! It’s my treat.."

"But-"

"No buts." Felix grinned. "What flavor do you want?"

You giggled as you moved closer to stand next to him, peeking at the flavors. "I'm partial to the cookie dough, but strawberry does hit the spot sometimes."

He chuckled as he fished out the money, handing it over to the booth runner. "One chocolate and a half strawberry, half cookie dough scoop, please."

You smiled as the person behind the counter handed Felix the cups of ice cream.

"Here you go~" he gave you yours, smiling as you took a small bite. "How's the combination? Do you like it?"

"Oh, it's actually really good! Wanna try?" You asked, raising the spoon to his face. He chuckled, nodding. "Of course."

Meanwhile, Chan finally scored another goal, making him the winner of the last round. Miyoung cooed at Minho, her hands on his chest as she nuzzled into him. "It's okayyy~ You won the most games anyway."

Chan looked around, wondering if you'd seen the way he'd scored the last goal. For some reason, the way Miyoung was cuddling up to Minho at the moment wasn't bothering him all that much, as he noticed you were missing.

His eyes searched his surroundings, frowning as he couldn't see you anywhere. Just as he was about to ask Miyoung, his eyes finally caught sight of you.

You were standing there, feeding Felix with a spoonful of ice-cream. The latter chuckled as he spilled some, smiling as you used a tissue to wipe it off his chin.

An uncomfortable emotion rose up in him, so sudden and out of the blue that he nearly grunted. It was an emotion he'd felt a lot of times before...but never caused by you.

Chan's eyes darted from Minho and Miyoung to you and Felix, throat going dry.

It was jealousy, mixed with confusion. He stood rooted to the spot, his heart thrumming loudly as he tried to make sense of his emotions. Why did he feel like this?

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coneygoil · 6 years ago

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The House We Built Together, part 9

Two young Vikings. An arranged marriage. Hiccup always wanted to win the girl of his dreams, but not like this. Now he and Astrid must learn to live together and maybe one day, learn to love…

Writer’s note: This part was originally in Astrid’s perspective and I wrote a good portion of it before I realized I needed to change it to Hiccup’s. It took twice as long to write! But I think it came out a lot better this way.

“Hey cuz!”

The familiar voice of the most obnoxious person in the village made Hiccup groan. He didn’t have time for whatever nonsense Snotlout had probably spent a week planning. He had a gorgeous wife to get home to!

“What do you want, Snotlout?”

“Just some premium cousin bonding time.”

The smirk on his cousin’s face told him otherwise.

“If this bonding time consist of you punching me in the stomach and saying ‘opps, my fist slipped’ then I’ll pass.”

Snotlout slung a beefy arm over Hiccup’s thin shoulders, the weight uncomfortably dragging him down. The salty, sweaty smell radiating from Snotlout curled his nose. He hadn’t been this physically close to his cousin in a long time and it was rather alarming.

“I promise, my fist won’t slip.”

There was no way in Hel Hiccup believed that line, but he couldn’t exactly escape the secure hold Snotlout held him in. Every time he tried to pull away just a tiny bit, Snotlout would tighten his arm, the bulky muscles budging against the back of Hiccup’s neck. He was stuck and at the mercy of his much stronger cousin.

Snotlout veered him through the village then in the direction of the well-beaten path that led to the forest. Alarms clanged loudly in Hiccup’s mind. Nothing good could come of entering the forest in the company of Snotlout.

“Hey…um, cuz,” the friendly endearment left a gross taste in Hiccup’s mouth. “What exactly are we going to do in the forest?”

“Just talk.” A chill ran up Hiccup’s spine. Snotlout’s tone was eerily chummy. He squeezed Hiccup against his bulky form making it difficult for the smaller boy to breathe. “We don’t talk enough…cuz.”

Though he couldn’t see his face, Hiccup could tell Snotlout was enjoying tormenting him. Hiccup didn’t think his older cousin had the brains to be sly and devious. Who knows, he may have had help planning this stunt. Whatever he had in store, Hiccup had a feeling it was going to hurt. Bad.

As soon as Snotlout loosened his hold, Hiccup broke free and made a mad dash back to the village. Instead of being safely several feet down the path, Hiccup found himself being yanked backwards by his fur vest. The air knocked from his lungs as his back collided with the ground. The impact would surely leave a nice, purple bruise. He groaned, regretting not fighting harder to get away from Snotlout before the larger boy dragged him into the cover of the trees and away from witnesses.

“Do you know what really smacks my yak?”

Here it comes. The real reason Hiccup was led to the slaughter. Snotlout stood over him, meaty fists planted on his hips.

“Just because you’re the ‘Chief’s son’, you get first dibs on the hottest girl on Berk.”

Hiccup’s insides burned. He would never use his status as the Chief’s son to get anything he wanted, especially another human being. “Snotlout, don’t run your jaw about things you have no clue about.” He tried sitting up, but Snotlout pressed a boot into his stomach, digging his heel into the soft skin.

Snotlout jabbed a thumb toward his hairy chest. “I’m the most awesomest Viking on Berk, Astrid should have been mine.”

Hiccup snorted, sardonically. “I have an inside source saying that wouldn’t of happened.”

Snotlout glowered down at him. “I have news for you, Useless.” Hiccup knew it was a matter of time before the hurtful nickname was flung in his face. “Astrid is only playing nice because she has to. When we’re in dragon training, all she does is complain about you.”

The words smacked Hiccup like the painful sting of freezing water to the face. “You’re lying.”

Snotlout leaned down, his boot squeezing the contents of Hiccup’s lunch threatening to come up. “Am I? She says she has to babysit you to keep you out of trouble because your useless butt doesn’t know how to stop destroying the village.”

Hiccup gritted his teeth as anger flooded his whole body. With the adrenaline from his spiked anger, he pushed Snotlout’s foot off his stomach and jumped to his feet. The larger boy looked surprised for a split second but recovered quickly, his mouth forming a wicked smirk.

“You’re gonna fight me, cuz? Hey, I’m just the messenger.”

Hiccup knew Snotlout was only trying to rile him up. To plant doubt in his mind. But another part of him deep down was believing that doubt. What did Astrid say about him behind his back? She’d never let on that she was discontent with their situation, but she could be hiding her true feelings. Thinking back on his father’s words, Astrid was basically set up as a fulltime babysitter for him. Chained to him for life. Maybe she was miserable underneath the friendly exterior.

All his thoughts jumbled into a messy pile that blinded his senses. Hiccup charged at Snotlout, swinging a fist at the other boy’s face. Snotlout knew how to fight. He used his brawn to caught Hiccup’s fist and yanked his left arm behind his back. Hiccup cried out as his shoulder twisted painfully.

“You’re so dumb, you can’t even throw a punch with the right fist,” Snotlout laughed in his ear.

Snotlout kneed Hiccup in the back, sending him sprawled on the forest floor. His face hit the ground, sliding over a tree root poke out the dirt. Pain exploded in his cheekbone, trumping all the other hurts on his body.

Hiccup squeezed his eyes tightly. He barely registered the laughter above him. He didn’t want to move. There was no use trying to fight Snotlout again. The other boy seemed to think the same.

“Great talk, cuz!” With that sarcastic sneer, Snotlout turned to leave.

Hiccup pushed up on his skinned elbow. He brushed fingers over his cheek and found blood gathering at the burning scrapes. His physical hurts were nothing compared to the fierce ache that flooded him. Doubt had been planted and it was growing like a consuming weed.

***

It was dark by the time Hiccup slunk his way back home. After Snotlout had mercifully left him alone in the forest without any further tormenting, Hiccup had taken the long way back to the village to avoid meeting up with his cousin again.

The trek back gave him plenty of time to mull over the doubt Snotlout had planted. His harsh words churned in Hiccup’s head and roiled in his stomach. He really thought he and Astrid had started to become friends the last few weeks. They still had a long road ahead before they moved into any type of intimate relationship – if ever, but Hiccup had hope they’d grow closer in the weeks and months to come.

Babysitter. The word left a burning in his chest. It made sense, really. He’d been such a thorn in his father’s side the older he grew. Stoick had placed him in the care of Gobber to give him something constructive to do and keep him in one spot. That move had given him full access to useful materials, which aided him in even more destructive projects. Stoick couldn’t keep track of him, and neither could Gobber nowadays.

Being responsible for a wife would tie him down and that’s just what it had done. He looked forward every day spending time with Astrid, but did Astrid feel the same? He’d thought that maybe, just maybe, she did. The smiles shared over the firepit. Her interest in his drawings. Her excited laughter when he bested her in weapons sparing. But now, with doubt planted, he wasn’t so sure. What if she did look at their marriage as a lifelong babysitting job?

The front door’s hinges creaked sadly announcing his mood as he entered the house. He blinked at the sight of Astrid standing just outside the door’s swing. They’re eyes locked for a long moment, both seemingly surprised to see one another.

A gasp drew in passed Astrid’s lips. Hiccup hadn’t bothered cleaning his cheek where several long scrapes ran from his jaw to cheekbone. The area was dirty and caked with dry blood and probably appeared worse than it actually was.

Without preamble, Astrid grabbed his chin, turning his face to the side to examine his cheek. “What happened to you?” she demanded, as if she already suspected the cuts weren’t caused by mire accident.

Hiccup released a frustrated breath. “Premium bonding with Snotlout.”

Astrid’s eyes flicked up from his cheek. “Why did you let that muttonhead do this?”

Hiccup’s shoulders bounced once, and he settled for a flat, sarcastic response instead of the embarrassing truth. “Well, y’know, I felt sorry for him because I knew he couldn’t handle all this raw Vikingness.”

Astrid fixed him with a darkening glare. She knew better than to believe that. “I’m gonna kill him.” She spun around and reached for her axe on the hook.

Hiccup jumped in front of the door. “No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am, Hiccup.”

“You’re not my guardian, Astrid.” He was going to say babysitter, but the word made him want to sink into the ground. “You don’t have to keep an eye on me. You don’t have to take care of the bullies in the yard.”

Astrid was taken aback. She lowered her hand. “What are you talking about?”

Hiccup’s frown drew his whole face down. “My dad wanted you to marry me to keep me out of trouble and make sure I don’t screw up.”

“Is this some yak dung Snotlout fed you?”

“You complain about me during dragon training.”

Astrid crossed her arms. “Yep, definitely Snotlout’s yak dung and it stinks up to the high hills. You really believe I do that?”

Hiccup glared sharply, the hurt feelings winning over logic. “Evidence points to it.”

“What evidence? Lies from Snotlout’s yap?”

Hiccup gave a slight nod of his head to one side. Snotlout’s words were the only ‘evidence’ he had. The rest was all a build up from doubt and fear.

A low roar rumbled in Astrid’s throat as she threw her arms down to her sides. She nabbed the ties of Hiccup’s tunic and yanked him to her. Their lips collided, a squeak of surprise emitting from Hiccup’s mouth into hers. He didn’t have time to think. He didn’t have time to react. He stood there ridged with her lips pressed onto his.

Just as his brain was beginning to compute what was happening and his stiff features began to relax into the kiss, Astrid departed. His half-lidded gaze lulled somewhere at her ear, his brain trying to catch up to the action that had played out.

Astrid untangled her fingers from his ties. “Despite whatever you’re thinking, I’m on your side, Hiccup.” His eyes met hers, a fierce resolve set on her face. All doubt had suddenly fled, and Hiccup was in awe of the girl in front of him. “Not because someone told me to be, but because I choose to be.”

She spun on her heel, shoulders squared high. “Don’t forget it.”

@martabm90 @chiefhiccstrid @justatranquilcloud

#httyd fanfiction #hiccstrid #arranged marriage au

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Balance on the Head of a Pin

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Loki Odinson x OFC | Word Count: 5608 Warnings: none

Lauren twisted her fingers together, her stomach a mess of churning acid kicked up by the wings of the butterflies dancing in her belly. She hated being on stage. It brought back memories of pageants and recitals when she hadn’t won or been good enough. When her mother’s presence had caused her fingers to fumble or her feet to trip.

Sweat broke out along her spine. Nausea took over for the butterflies, and she wondered if she’d be sick when the presence at her back, cool like an ocean breeze pressed against her. She could see Loki just past the curtain, green bright and shining in his eyes as the spectre behind her wrapped her in arms of air.

He’d returned her phantom lover to her to offer comfort while he had to be down there in the overly large crowd, and it made her smile, his constant care and attentiveness.

Bucky stood on one side of him, Steve to the other. Thor had collected her grandmother and the boy Lauren had yet to meet and taken them away to sit with Pepper and Tony. Even now she could hear the peels of laughter from her grandmother as they floated to her from across the lawn. Evidently, Ellie was having a great time. Unlike Lauren.

She closed her eyes, leaned into the cold embrace, and breathed out the anxiety. Soon it would be all over. She could get off this stage and stop feeling like some prize pumpkin everyone had come to gawk at.

“Lu?”

She opened her eyes and offered Sadie a wan smile. “Yeah?”

“I’m sorry to put you through this.” The brunette bit her lip. “It’s just… what with your friends and all, the opportunity was too good to pass up and…”

Worry coated the woman’s face, and Lauren swiftly reached for her hands. “It’s okay, Sadie. I understand.”

She squeezed Lauren’s fingers. “I know how much you hate this. You’re first. Loki made me promise.”

Lauren threw a glance his way and offered him a sweet smile. “He’s always lookin’ out for me.”

“That man adores you. It would be sickenin’ if it weren’t so sweet,” Sadie teased before giving her a final squeeze and hurrying away.

A gaggle of giggling women tramped their way up the stairs at the back of the stage, drawing Lauren’s attention. Most looked at her curiously, likely wondering what twist of fate had thrust her into the company of people like the Avengers. When three of them broke from the others to saunter their way over, Lauren did her best to retain her sigh of resignation.

“Lauren,” Lisset simpered in her high, childlike voice.

Lauren pasted on a smile. “Barb. Missy. Lisset. How nice to see you again.”

The three women had been a clique for as long as Lauren had known them. While Marabeth and her group of cronies had been the Queen bee and her court, her sister had been older than Lauren by a few years. Lisset and her entourage were the same age as Lauren, and when Marabeth had left the school, these three were quick to take over as the big dogs in their small playground.

Lisset had been the quintessential cheerleader; team Captain of course. She’d dated the Quarterback, Tommy Diffler, married him shortly after they’d graduated, had his three children, and when she found him with his secretary bent over his desk, she’d taken him for everything he was worth in the divorce and now lived in his house… without him.

Year after year Lisset’s basket had been the biggest draw of the fair. Everyone raved over her famous Cherry Jubilee Pie, and the bidding was often fierce for the “honour” of picnicking with the PTA princess. Add in the fact she was ridiculously beautiful, had legs for days, and was lusted after by every male with a pulse between the ages of twelve and a hundred, and Lauren used to feel frumpy just being in the same room.

Today, however, the pinched look on her face said Lisset was well aware of just what was about to occur. For the first time in years, she was not the main attraction.

“How are your little ones?” Lauren asked politely.

“Not so little anymore.” She smiled sharply. “Still single?”

“Engaged, actually, but I’m sure y’all already know that seein’ as how the Mayor made such a fuss this mornin’.” Unlike with her sister, Lauren had never had an issue standing up to Lisset and her crew of hags.

“Right,” Barb chimed in, her smile mean. “To the one who destroyed half of New York.”

Lauren turned her head and gave the woman the smile she’d picked up from Loki. “Barb, sweety. You’re gonna want to be real careful what y’all say about a Prince of Asgard and an Avenger. Kipling Scott already got an earful from Captain Rogers. And Quinn found out just how fast Thor will come to his defence only yesterday.”

To Lauren’s surprise, Missy stepped forward, her smile far kinder than either of her friends. “You look so good, Lauren. New York seems to agree with you.”

“Thanks, Missy.” She smiled and took the woman’s offered hand. “I do love the city.”

“My that is quite the necklace,” Missy continued as Lisset and Barb looked on. “A gift from your beau, no doubt.”

The pinched lips of Lisset made Lauren grin a little wider. “He does have a tendency to spoil me. Asgardians are anythin’ but subtle.”

A microphone crackled in the background, announcing the start of Sadie’s auction.

“Good luck today, Lauren,” Missy said as she turned away. “I hope you have a pleasant lunch.”

“Yes. It would be a shame if your… fiancé couldn’t claim your basket,” Lisset muttered as she walked away. “C’mon, Missy!”

“She’s a bit put out, knowin’ it’s you everyone’s here for. You’re gonna make Sadie quite some money,” Missy whispered, gave a wink, and hurried off, the skirt of her pink dress flicking around her calves.

Watching them go, Lauren felt the phantom arms tighten ever so gently and glanced toward Loki. He arched a brow curiously.

“Maybe one of the three actually grew up some since high school,” Lauren murmured, knowing he would hear her.

A mischievous smirk curled his lips.

“Just what are y’all up to?” she asked him, but he only gave a minute shrug.

Sadie’s voice kept her from asking any more questions of the god with the superpowered hearing. “Hey, y’all! How’s everyone enjoyin’ this here fine Fourth so far?” Loud cheering erupted and made Sadie giggle.

It made the butterflies in Lauren’s belly return with a vengeance.

“That’s so great! I want to thank y’all for comin’ out to support our foundation. We all know it’s been a tough few years for folk, but your continued generosity and support is appreciated.” More cheering and polite applause sounded, and Sadie dropped a little curtsey. “Too kind, all of y’all.” She waited for the noise to die down before beginning again. “Now, I know most of you are here for a reason other than supportin’ the foundation what with the Avengers in town!” Her voice was drowned out for the fourth time, and she held up her hand for silence. “Had I known a might earlier, I would have done my best to get a couple of these fine gentlemen up on stage. Or perhaps Miss Romanoff or Miss Potts, but as it is, I was able to stron’ arm my very best friend into helpin’ out. While I can’t guarantee y’all will get a chance to eat with one of her friends, I can at the very least give y’all an opportunity to try. With our first basket up for auction, Lauren Annandale!”

Sadie turned her way with an outstretched hand, and Lauren forced her legs to work, taking her out of the phantom arms as she forced a smile. Walking toward the woman was an act of will, and when Marcus appeared with her basket, she gratefully accepted his arm.

“I know how hard this is for you, Lu. You’re a saint for givin’ into Sadie, and I’m sorry about Kip,” Marcus whispered in her ear.

“S’okay. Just let me cling, and we’ll call it even,” she whispered back.

“Most of y’all don’t know it, but our Lauren is quite the fine cook, ain’t that right, Lu?” Sadie asked, grinning at her.

Lauren blushed. “If you say so, Sadie.”

“I say so!” shouted Bucky, making the people nearest him chuckle.

“Shush your yap, James,” Lauren grumbled, causing more laughter to erupt.

Sadie was practically bursting with excitement at how things were ramping up, Lauren could see it in the gleam of her eyes. “So, Lu? What’s on offer for these fine folk?”

Lauren forced her smile not to waver and leaned towards the mic. “The usual picnic fare. Fried chicken, potato salad, a few finger foods, a Hummin’bird Cake for dessert, and Loki was kind enough to include a fine bottle of Asgardian wine.”

That caused a stir to ripple through the crowd. Lauren took note of Kipling standing at the opposite corner of the stage, away from Loki. Bill Dalton lurked with Maryann closer to the middle. The Mayor was off to the side, and a few other people she could just tell were itching for the bidding to start scattered throughout the crowd.

But when she looked at Loki, he remained relaxed, confident, and composed, waiting only a few feet away. His eyes held a wealth of appreciation and understanding, helping her retain her nerves for these next few minutes.

“Ooh! Sounds delicious!” Sadie giggled and turned back to the crowd. “Don’t it folks? Who’s got an openin’ bid for me? Remember now, it’s for a terrific cause! So if you can open those wallets, open ‘em wide!”

“Three hundred dollars.”

Lauren tried not to blanch when Bill Dalton got things underway.

“Four.”

Jasper Rubin. It didn’t surprise her, but it wasn’t welcome.

“Five!” shouted the Mayor.

“Six!”

“Seven!”

“Seven fifty!”

“Eight!”

The bidding went so fast, Lauren was hard pressed to keep up.

“Oh, come on!” Tony shouted from the back of the crowd. “I’ve had Asgardian wine. Make it worth her while, people. Five thousand dollars!”

Lauren grabbed hold of Sadie’s mic. “Tony Stark! Sit your behind down!”

Everyone laughed when Tony pouted.

“We’ve got five thousand, do I hear another bid?” Sadie called out once she stopped laughing.

“Ten thousand.”

Everyone gasped and looked at Kipling. This time, Lauren knew she’d gone white. What the hell was he playing at? Hard eyes and a face which gave nothing away stared back at her.

“Fifteen thousand.”

Her head snapped around to stare wide-eyed at Davis Montgomery. Where the hell had he come from?

“Twenty thousand!” Tony barked.

“Anthony Stark! I will so quit!” Lauren yelled without the microphone.

“No you won’t!” he bellowed his grin wide.

“Twenty-five thousand!” Kipling barked.

He was going to get himself killed. Already Bucky and Steve were eyeing him like a bug needing to be squashed. And if they didn’t squash him, Loki would. The flash of sharp green from behind his narrowed eyes was full of annoyance.

“Thirty!” Bill Dalton cried, earning a sharp smack from his wife.

“Y’all never paid that kind of money for one of my baskets!” Maryann shrieked.

“Thirty-five thousand,” Davis groundout.

Spots danced in Lauren’s vision. This was getting out of hand. The most anyone had ever sold a basket for was five thousand dollars. Thirty-five thousand was outrageous!

“Forty thousand,” Kipling countered.

Lauren had no idea what he was playing at. What could he possibly want from her that he was willing to face not only Loki’s wrath but the entire team’s anger?

“Fifty thousand.”

“Bucky!” she gasped. Her neck cracked when she whipped her head down to glare at the smirking face.

“What?” He shrugged. “Not like I need it, doll. Might as well put it to good use.”

Before she could scold him for spending his money on something so frivolous as a picnic basket worth at most thirty dollars, the voice she’d been waiting for rippled cool and calm over the crowd.

“Five hundred thousand dollars.”

Lauren damn near choked on air she inhaled so hard.

***

As she looked about to faint, Loki made his way to the front of the stage where he walked casually up the stairs to take his love from the arm of Marcus, while Lauren stared at him in horror. “Breathe, pet,” he whispered against her cheek, pressing a kiss there, staking his claim. “And before someone can be foolish enough to counter my offer,” he cast a warning glare toward Scott and the rest of the bidders, “I shall sweeten the deal, Sadie dear.”

“Oh? Do tell?”

The woman appeared fit to burst she was so excited. “Just what price would you put on my assistance with your… Haunted House?”

Sadie’s jaw dropped, as did her husbands. “That would be… it would… priceless!” she finally gasped.

“Consider it included.”

“Sold!” Marcus barked, handing over the basket.

“Excellent. The funds will be transferred once I have your information.” He gave the pair of them a nod as he led Lauren from the stage with nothing but shocked faces all around. “Shall we dine with your Gran, darling?” he asked, heading that way when Lauren’s voice remained absent.

As he led her through the sea of people parting before him, Barnes fell in on one side, Rogers the other, and he assisted his evidently mute wife to a space beneath the trees where her gleeful Gran sat.

“You… you… you…” Lauren stuttered.

“Yes, dear?” he chuckled as he magicked a blanket and seated her on it. Behind them, Sadie had regained her faculties enough to call up the next basket for auction and continue on, her voice and that of the crowd becoming a pleasing drone.

Lauren slapped weakly at his chest, her knees buckled, and he lowered her to sit beside her Gran. “Why would you… that was too much… how could you spend… what the hell, Loki!?” she finally barked when her senses returned. She closed her hands in his shirt and jerked him down until they were nose to nose. “Why would you ever spend that kind of money on me!?”

“Darling,” he growled, biting her tempting pout. “I would spend ten times that amount if it were necessary.”

“But… all your money on somethin’ so trivial?”

His brow arched with his amusement. “Oh, my heart. That is hardly all my money. Your Earthly currency had been accumulating nicely since I diversified my stock portfolio.”

“Huh?” She blinked up at him.

“You didn’t think all I did was watch daytime television, did you?” he grinned.

Her head fell to his shoulder, and a loud groan could be heard by all.

Chuckling, Loki settled at her side and drew the bottle of wine from the basket. Pepper’s smirk when she caught his eye was wicked, but he only smiled back. She had been the one to pique his interest in certain things and then assist him in his choices when he’d asked her opinion.

“Have a drink, love. You’ll feel better,” he offered, removing the cork from the bottle and pouring her a glass.

“While not the battles we are used to, brother, this was certainly an entertaining one,” Thor snickered.

“What the heck were you thinkin’, Tony? Jumpin’ the bid to five thousand?”Lauren huffed.

Stark rolled his eyes. “Oh, please! I was just weeding out the competition for the horned wonder.”

“Besides,” chuckled Ellie, her eyes full of laughter. “It all goes to a worthy cause. Spread the wealth! Live a little. Your youn’ man kept his word, and here you sit. Stop fussin’ at him, child!”

Lauren shook her head and began pulling containers from within the basket, adding them to the ones already set out. “I know it was a good cause, but still. Half a million dollars!”

Loki wrapped his fingers around the back of Lauren’s neck and drew her toward him. “Like I said, my love. I would have paid ten times as much. More even, to have you.”

Big jade eyes stared up at him, disbelief still filling their depths. “Foolish, but I’m sure Sadie will appreciate it.”

Loki frowned and cupped her cheek when she tried to pull away. Aware of the audience they had, he ignored each and every one to hold her close, lay a tender kiss upon her lips, and murmur, “There is nothing I would not give to have you with me. Little I would not sacrifice to keep you there. And no one would ever stop me from coming for you.”

“Loki,” she sighed and melted into him.

“You are worth every penny, every dime, and every ounce of gold in Asgard to me,” he whispered, nuzzling against her cheek.

“Stop with the sap, already,” Stark grumbled, but he was grinning when Loki looked up to find them all smirking at them in some way, shape, or form.

“Shall we eat?” Loki asked, by way of a subject change and watched them all dig in.

No one mentioned the other bidders, nor whatever Kipling Scott and Davis Montgomery had been up to trying to win Lauren’s basket.

***

Hours later, when the day was growing languid in the heat of the hot July sun, Loki again found himself settled beneath the branches of a stately Ash tree. Lauren was curled against his chest, Benny his thigh, and Sara was wedged in what little space remained between his hip and Lauren’s, while Usun sprawled on his side at Loki’s feet.

Both children were fast asleep. Lauren had dozed off a while ago. His Frost Giant nature a boon for once when the heat had made the children cranky. Now, everyone was napping after the excitement of the day.

More games had been played and won. Stark had excelled at the darts game where he destroyed balloons to win the lovely Pepper a smart green toad in a top hat.

Natasha had sauntered up to a man who swore he could guess anyone's weight, but when he’d leered at the redhead, she’d turned around and pointed at Bucky. The sergeant, currently wearing a shirt with long sleeves and a glove on his left hand, had crossed his arms and smirked at the man. The owner of the game had gaped for a moment but shrugged and given an answer which, had Bucky been an ordinary man, would have been relatively close. However, given his supersoldier nature, the excessive amount of muscle he carried, and the vibranium arm, and the man was so far off, Natasha had her pick of whichever animal she wished.

A purple hippo had joined Sara’s pony in the little girl’s arms.

Then, Thor had taken it upon himself to try his hand at the strongman contest. A hammer against a lever to raise a stone and ring a bell. Lauren had been the one to grab Thor’s arm when the hammer he’d tried to use was Mjolnir. He’d won rather soundly, nearly breaking the game anyway, adding a black and white puppy to Benny’s substantial menagerie.

The town had tried to coerce the Captain into judging the Miss Greenville contest, but he had declined, stating it was against policy for him to be involved in such things. Natasha had quietly coughed bullshit, but no one had noticed besides Loki who’d thrown her a small smirk.

The others had wandered off to find drinks and snacks, the lovely Ellie and young Svengil choosing to return to her home as she was plum tuckered out, but the children who were also tired and overly hot had been moments away from a full meltdown when Lauren had looked at him with eyes full of pleading. He’d swept Benny up in one arm, Sara the other, and headed off to find a worthwhile place to rest.

Both children had burrowed closer when the coolness of his body had registered, Sara going so far as to giggle and bury her face in his neck. He magicked a quick blanket, a few pillows, and settled the bunch of them quickly. Lauren had dropped down with them with a relieved sigh and a little shudder when she came in contact with his cold skin as well.

She’d murmured something about the barbeque and dance starting up in an hour or so, and how she’d just shut her eyes for a moment. A moment which had now lasted long enough for each of the team to wander by and smirk at him.

Currently, Thor was crouched down grinning at him and scratching Usun’s belly. “Natalia is threatening to post the image she took of “Loki’s little family” on the Instagram thing. Whatever that means.”

Loki rolled his eyes and stroked Lauren’s hand, resting on his chest while threading the fingers of his opposite hand through Benny’s hair. “Like it matters.”

Thor settled to his hip, then sprawled out in the grass. “Perhaps she should.”

“And why do you think that?”

“Maybe it is time the world sees a different side of you. The side of you I remember growing up.”

Arching a brow, Loki gave him a condescending glare. “Because that would change popular opinion so drastically.”

Thor shrugged. “You never know. A softer side of the God of Mischief? It might go a long way.”

“You are mistaken.” It was highly unlikely anyone’s opinion of him would be adjusted due to a photograph of him with Lauren and the children. It may, in fact, only cause unrest among the people. The... butcher of New York living a happy life when so many others... weren’t.

“I don’t know. You make a rather adorable family.” Thor grinned broadly. “Let me know when I can bless the mother-to-be.”

“The mother-to-be is in no rush. Neither am I,” Loki huffed, rubbing the silky strands of Benny’s hair.

“You could have fooled me.”

His hand stilled in Benny’s hair as he lifted his eyes to Thor’s. “I will admit to finding this… ready-made family… pleasing.”

Thor huffed out a chuckle. “You can dance around the truth all you like, but I know you, brother. God of Mischief, God of Lies. What about the God of Revelry? Or has that part of you disappeared over these last harsh years?”

“You know nothing,” Loki scoffed.

“I remember well the man who used to invent games for the children who followed him in the streets. Or who sat and told tales of adventure and wicked imagination.”

“I seem to recall you and the others mocking me for my foolishness.”

Thor’s amusement vanished. “I was young, brother, and quite foolish myself. I did you a disservice all those years ago. My view of things was narrow and nearsighted. I was wrong. Our differences are what makes us unique, strong, and the Gods we are meant to be for our people. I was blind to this, and I am sorry for it.”

“Not all of us are built to be Odin,” Loki murmured.

“No. Not even I am built to be Odin,” Thor agreed.

Nodding slowly, Loki tilted his head to rub his cheek gently on Lauren’s hair. “One day, brother, I shall bring you such news, and you can extend your blessing if Lauren agrees.”

“And why wouldn’t she?” he sputtered.

“For one, you most vigorously kissed her best friend in front of her husband!”

“Bah! How else am I to bless such a gorgeous woman?” Thor smirked.

Loki scowled. “You may keep your lips to yourself when it comes to my wife, Thor.”

“So territorial. It has only been a day.”

“A day millennium in the making. Do not make me stab you, brother. I will. King of Asgard or not.”

“What are y’all fightin’ about now?” Lauren sighed, her lashes fluttering open as she lifted her head from his chest.

“Nothing important, my sweet. Thor is simply being obstinate. As per usual.”

“Your husband is most territorial,” Thor grumbled.

Lauren’s smile was full but sleepy yet when she turned it on Thor. “He is, isn’t he?”

Musicians began to tune their instruments not far away. Setting up on the stage Lauren had walked a few hours ago and drew her attention.

“Looks like things are gettin’ started,” Lauren said, sitting up to have a look around. A smile nearly bigger than she was split her lips when she caught sight of someone through the crowd. “Oh! He did it!”

Loki looked away and chuckled, finding the weathered visage of Teddy leading an equally weathered woman - the Miss Swan of his past conversation with Lauren - around on his arm. “It appears he took your advice, darling.”

“Good. Those two have been dancin’ around each other for as long as I can remember,” Lauren snickered. “And you, Thor? You ready to eat some of the best barbeque you’ve ever tasted?”

“Little sister, I am always ready to eat,” Thor chuckled.

She opened her mouth to say more, only to have all the blood rush from her face. “What…?”

Across the way, Loki spied the smug visage of Marabeth striding toward them, but it was Agent Hill who walked along at her side which caused a tremor of concern to skate Loki’s spine. Marabeth looked far too pleased with herself, and it gave him pause.

The children stirred, waking in time to witness the arrival of their mother. “Get up. We’re leavin’.”

“Mama?” whispered Sara.

“Maria?” Lauren asked Agent Hill in confusion.

“I’m sorry, Lauren. Samuel Avirett has turned state’s evidence. He’s willing to testify in the case against the Bianci’s. He and his entire family have to be put in witness protection.”

Maria’s face was pinched hard, and Loki could tell she was not at all pleased by this turn of events.

“Yes, Lauren. Thanks to you and your meddlin’, Samuel is now goin’ to be a wanted man, and after I was finally told about what almost happened to my children last night, it was for our own good and protection we go into hiddin’. Which means no contact with our family until after the trial. It could be years until that happens.”

Horror filled her, Loki could feel it crawl through his veins like acid, and Lauren whimpered, “You’re takin’ the babies?”

“Oh, for Christ sake, Lauren! They ain’t babies and their not yours to cry over!” She reached for Benny only to have Usun snap at her. “And you can keep that filthy mongrel!”

“No!” Benny cried, lunging to wrap his arms around Usun. “He’s mine, mama! He’s mine!”

“Agent Hill,” Thor got swiftly to his feet, followed only slightly slower by Loki as he helped Lauren to hers. “The hound is the children’s protector. Surely SHIELD can make concessions for his inclusion.”

“Of course they can,” Maria agreed without a qualm.

“I don’t want him!” Marabeth shrilled.

“Too bad,” Loki snarled, causing her to take a step back. “The hound has been gifted. He cannot be returned. No one will lay a finger on the children as long as he lives!”

“Please,” Lauren whispered, staring at her sister. “Please don’t take them away!”

Marabeth smiled, and it was nasty. “Can’t be helped. The Bianci’s will use them against Samuel if they can. What? You expect me to abandon my children? What kind of mother do you think I am, Lauren?”

“Maria?” Lauren turned her focus back to Fury’s right-hand woman.

Hill only shook her head. “I’m sorry, Lauren. Once Avirett offered to testify… it was out of my hands.”

“You have them all in custody?” Loki snapped, and Hill nodded. “Then what is the point? Jail them! Let this be done. Is not there enough evidence to see this finished without Avirett’s testimony?”

“Clearly, you know little of our judicial system,” Marabeth sneered.

“I will follow through on my promise, woman!” Loki hissed, stepping forward. “Leave the children with us. Lauren can see to them, and I can protect them. No one could do a better job.”

Marabeth gasped and brought a hand to her chest. “How dare you, sir! Insinuatin’ I would leave my children behind in the arms of some… stranger?”

Tears had begun to roll down Lauren’s cheeks. “Since when am I a stranger? Please, Marabeth! They’ll be safe and happy!”

She reached out to her sister who slapped her hands away. “No! They go with us. Their actual parents.”

“Why are you doin’ this?” Lauren pleaded, both children clinging to her legs.

“Because,” Marabeth sneered. “I can.”

Loki saw red, but a small hand slipped into his, and he looked down to find Sara staring up at him in fear. “Oh, my precious dove.” Kneeling swiftly, he scooped her up and held her tightly to him.

“You promised!” she whispered. “You promised you’d never go away!”

“I’m not, precious. I won’t.”

“Come along, Sara! We have to pack your things and be gone.” Marabeth snapped out her hand.

He was a moment away from spiriting the children to Asgard when Lauren’s hand came down on his shoulder. Her eyes pleaded with him to hold his temper, to keep calm while she did her best to hold herself together.

“It’s… it’s okay, peaches.” She knelt down with him and drew Benny in. “You two have to go on a little trip with the nice people from SHIELD, but you’ll be safe with Usun.” Lauren was hanging on by a thread, but she pasted on a smile and cupped Sara’s cheeks when the girl sobbed. “Now, now, sugar cube. None of that. It’s only for a little while.” She turned to Benny and hugged the little boy to her when he broke down in tears.

“Sara, darling,” Loki whispered, keeping his voice purposefully soft so it remained only between them and brushed her hair from her face. “I need you to listen to me, little dove.”

She nodded, her ocean eyes drowning in tears.

“I’m going to give you something very special. It is just for you, and you must never take it off. Do you promise?”

“Yes… Loki.”

“Excellent,” he rushed, knowing the heinous woman could snatch them away at any moment. He produced the pendant out of thin air, much like he had Lauren’s, and placed it around her neck. Small and discrete, the green stone was wrapped by a golden serpent and hung on a delicate but unbreakable chain. “This is a special necklace. If you are ever scared, you wrap your fist around it and call to me. I will come for you wherever you are. Do you understand?”

She nodded solemnly. “You promise?”

“With everything I am, darling, but this is for emergencies only, my little dove. For dire times. It must not be used on a whim, alright?” he cautioned. She was brilliant little Sara, and he trusted her to use it wisely.

“I love you, Loki,” she whispered, breaking his heart as she threw her arms around his neck.

Rising with her, he handed the new stuffed toys to Hill. “Do not endanger these children, Maria.”

“We’ll keep them safe, Loki,” she managed to say after finding her voice, his actions counter to what people knew of him. “I promise.”

“You’d better.” There was no room for error in his voice.

The impatience of Marabeth was growing, evident in the tapping foot and crossed arms. “We haven’t got forever!” she huffed.

“We have as long as I say!” Maria barked, glaring at Marabeth.

Placing a kiss on Sara’s hair, he set her down and Lauren swept her up. Benny looked up at him, and Loki picked him up to hold close and whispered in his ear. “You look after your sister and trust Usun. He’ll protect you both.”

“I will,” the boy whispered back, tears dripping off his chin.

“It won’t be forever,” Loki promised. “You’re a good boy, Benny. Don’t ever think otherwise.”

“Do we have to go?” he whispered, tearing a hole in Loki’s heart he wasn’t sure would ever heal.

“I’m afraid so, young Ben.” He hugged the boy a little tighter, then handed him to Hill before he changed his mind and simply took them both. It would be exceptionally hard to convince people he hadn’t kidnapped two young children if there were witnesses.

“I’ll miss you,” Sara whispered, burying her fingers in Usun’s coat.

“We ain’t takin’ that dog, Sara!” Marabeth barked.

“Yes, we are,” Maria stated.

“It would not matter if you left him behind. He is a dyrehund. He could find them across oceans if such was required. He is their guardian from all who would harm them. You can not get rid of him so accept it, woman!” Thor bellowed, clearly having had enough. “Agent Hill. Usun will require fresh meat. I trust whatever agents you will have guarding this family will see to his proper nutrition as well?”

“I will make sure they know, Thor.” Maria nodded. “Lauren…”

Lauren only turned her face into Loki’s shoulder.

“Just go,” Loki murmured, wrapping his arms around his destroyed wife.

Maria carried Benny away, Sara sticking to her side as far from Marabeth as possible. Marabeth threw a triumphant smirk over her shoulder, Lauren’s pain all she could hope for.

He’d never wanted to kill someone so badly in his entire life.

Only once the children were away did Lauren let the heart-rending sob explode from her throat. Her knees gave out and she collapsed into Loki’s chest.

Next Chapter

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frangipanidownunder · 8 years ago

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Hope you feel better soon! Could you maybe write something with jealous Mulder?

I can’t believe I wrote dog!fic and that it ended up being slightly NSFW.Naughty BoyThe drive back fromOregon is long, tiring. And smelly.

“Did you really haveto bring that thing?” he looks over his shoulder at the dog staring back at himfrom behind the bars of his cage.

“Mulder, that thing isa dog. And how else am I supposed to get him back home?”

“I heard you can traindogs to ride bicycles these days, Scully. The return trip from Oregon to Washingtonis…”

“Mulder! You just sawa monster, a were-lizard, we solved a case, possibly prevented many morehomicides, and,” she draws in a dramatic breath, “I had fun. Why do you have torain on my parade now?”

He puts another seedin his mouth and turns up the air-conditioning. “You’re going to have to changeits diet, Scully. That thing smells worse than the inside of my gym bag.”

“What gym bag?” shesays, turning around to speak to the dog, “Daddy doesn’t have a gym bag, doeshe?” The dog yaps.

Mulder thrums hisfingers against the steering wheel, flexing his jaw. “I threw it out. Alongwith the three pairs of unwashed socks that had stuck to the bottom of it.”

She chuckles and thecar fills with light sparks and fresh air. He turns to her. “Daddy, Scully?”

He finds himselfbuilding a kennel for Daggoo, to a design that Scully clipped from Bark magazine, to which she subscribedfor its ‘thoughtful and well-researched material’. He’s tempted to scrunch upthe pages from the back-issues and use them to line the base of his handiwork.The kennel has a window and a front deck. For fucks’ sake. Why does thisfurball need a front deck?

“Because he likes tosurvey his territory, Mulder. And he can do that from the safety and shade ofthe verandah. Dogs can burn in the sun, Mulder. He’s got white fur. And unlessyou want to rub sunscreen into him every day, I think this is a greatcompromise, don’t you?”

“You never rubsunscreen into me, Scully,” he mutters, hammering the last nail into the wooduntil it pushes so far in that the timber splinters. He crawls back a few pacesand turns towards her. She’s standing there, backlit by the late evening sunthat picks out the gold of her hair. He sits on his heels and takes it in.

“Do you like thiscolour, Mulder? It’s called Aegean Teal. I thought it would be calming for him,you know? Considering his background, it must have been awful being in the shelterlike that.”

“Aegean what?” Helooks at the tin she places on the grass next to him.

“Teal, it’s abluey-green. Like the ocean.”

Daggoo yaps andlollops over to him, leaping up and unbalancing him so he winds up on his asswith the dog licking his face. He pushes at it but it won’t leave him alone.

“Awww, Mulder. Hereally likes you. He doesn’t kiss just anyone like that.”

The dog’s tongue issandpaper against his cheek and he rubs saliva off his skin with the back ofhis hand. “Give me bile, any day.”

“What was that,Mulder?”

He shakes his head. “Isaid, I can’t wait to get on with the painting, Scully.”

It’s not often Scullycooks. Especially not so early on a Sunday morning. The smell from the kitchenis thick and aromatic, and he breathes it in as he stretches sleep away.

“Scully, did you makemeatloaf for breakfast?” he asks, pouring coffee into two mugs. “I’m not surewhat I did to deserve the break from that chia gloop thing you keep giving mebut I’ll take it.”

He slides a cup overto her and she folds the corner of the newspaper down to eye him. She slides abowl of chia gloop over to him.

“I made meatloaf forDaggoo. He needs nourishment.” She looks at him and swallows a spoon of chia.

He rubs his hands overhis gut. “Right. Maybe I’ll get myself another gym bag.” He pulls out his chairand goes to sit down. Daggoo looks up at him.

“He seems to havetaken a liking to your seat, Mulder.”

“Right,” he says,taking the next chair. Daggoo leaps onto his lap. Scully smiles and hishammering pulse softens a little.

“He seems to havetaken a liking to you too, Mulder. You love, Daddy, don’t you, Daggoo?” Sheshucks the dog under the chin and he barks on command, panting out meaty breathover Mulder’s face.

Sunday afternoonsrepresent lazy paper-reading by the fire, or on the verandah, dependent onseason. They represent pottering in the yard, taking the occasional run,surfing the net for cryptid sightings or unusual clusters of lights or weather eventsor Victoria’s Secret runway models and they lead to Sunday evenings whichusually lead to good food, good red, her feet on his lap, shared showers andearly nights. Which lead to…

Or they used to. Now, they walk thedog, play with the dog, cook for the dog, shop for the dog. And then Daggoosits on her lap and she gives him a bath then crawls into bed complaining thatshe’s exhausted.

He pulls her to him, dropping a kissto her head and massaging her shoulders. “Why so hard, Scully?”

“I could ask the same of you,Mulder.”

He chuckles. “And you, a medicaldoctor.” His lips find hers and she reciprocates with a long, long kiss. Hebreaks it to breathe and she whispers soft kisses over his jaw and chin. “Betterthan that dog,” he says.

She pushes him onto his back andstraddles him. “You like him, Mulder. You just don’t realise it yet.”

“You mean it’s some kind of latentreaction?” He reaches under her vest and rubs his thumbs over her nipples whichharden instantly.

She breathes out, “Yeah.” Shepresses her fingers into his chest and finds his nipples with her thumbs,rasping her nails back and forth. She bends and licks each one. “Like that,Daddy?”

He thrusts up and grinds himselfinto her. She pushes back down and the both moan into each other’s mouths.Daggoo lets rip with a cacophony of grating yaps from the yard. Scully pullsher head up and licks her lips. Mulder watches the pink of her skin recedes. Thedog starts again and he curses.

“He’s lonely,” she says.

“Scully,” he says, letting his headflop back against the pillow. “He’s got more toys than Walmart. He’s got aMcMansion and five acres. He receives better health care and nutrition thanprobably 50% of the population. He is not lonely. He is spoilt.” He can’t stopthe pout as she climbs off him and grabs her robe.

“Mulder, he’s a shelter dog. Hecomes with issues. You knew that when I rescued him.”

“You didn’t rescue him, Scully. Youstole him.”

She looks over her shoulder at him. “Whatare you gonna do, Mulder. Arrest me?”

“Only if you let me fleece you andhandcuff you.”

She walks to the window. “I think he’srunning around out there barking at bats.”

“Figures,” he says. He pulls herpillow over his lap and squirms. “Can’tyou lock him in his kennel?”

“Remand him, you mean?” She giveshim the eyebrow.

He sighs out harder than he meansto. “Scully…can’t you just, I don’t know, climb back in with me and forget thedamned dog for an hour or so.”

She eyebrows him again. “An hour,Mulder? Jeez, is that a promise?”

He lifts the pillow and nods.

She snorts and leaves the room. Heleaves it a minute before getting up and limping over to the window. It’s coldand he sighs as his ardour cools along with his bare chest. He finds histee-shirt and pads to the kitchen. He sees his jacket, draped over the chair withhers, and fishes into his pocket for the flashlight.

“Scully? Did you get him yet?”

“No,” she calls from themid-distance.

The arc of his flashlight beam picks her out, angelic in white. Daggoo’sflurry of barks moves closer and she grabs him, picking up the furball and depositingit on the verandah of the dog house.

“Now, you naughty boy. You stayhere,” she says and pushes Daggoo away and he yaps, wagging his tail at thegame.

“You never call me a naughty boy.” Mulderpulls out the handcuffs and dangles them between the dog and Scully.

“Mulder! Not out here!”

He chuckles. “Who’s going to bewatching?”

She holds onto Daggoo’s collar andblows a strand of hair from her face. “Says Mr Paranoia 1994.”

“I’ve got yours too,” he says, bringingout the second pair of handcuffs. “And I found a spare set.” The metallicjangle fills the momentary quiet.

“Mulder,” she says, and her voice ishoarse. He can’t tell if it’s arousal or panic.

“It’s okay, Scully. I’m not thatdesperate. I was going to link them together and make a chain to keep him on.” She goes to speak but he cuts heroff. “It’s only for tonight. Tomorrow we can get a proper chain leash and nextweekend I can build a run for him. Imagine that, his own territory to patrol. Ithink he’ll like it, don’t you?”

She rubs the dog’s ears and hewhimpers into her hand. Mulder knows how he feels.

The straps of her vestslip down her shoulders and he exhales. Scully in white cotton is just aboutthe sexiest thing he’s ever seen. He loves silk and satin and black and red butScully is purest and most beautiful in white cotton. She sits astride him andhe’s hard in an instant.

“You promised me an hour,” shewhispers and her hair brushes his face as she leans over to kiss him. Then sheadds, “Daddy,” and he just about loses it there and then.

She rolls her pelvis back and forthand Daggoo begins a soft howling outside.

“Naughty boy,” she purrs.

“Yes,” he says, “I am.”

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teyyhyung · 8 years ago

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i. The Dream

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst (?)/ Fluff (??? idk what this is)

Words: 1626 (it’s short i know but a dream is a DREAM)

(also my first posted fic so hi)

Note: I originally wrote this because I was so hyped after hearing my friend's dream and desperately needed to let my imagination flow and make it something tangible. I’m sorry for stealing your dream but here’s your credit?? :)

The hissing street lamps cut through the thick obsidian, flooding the path with cool chamomile light. Y/N shivered violently, drawing her coarse knitted jacket closer as the cold bit at her hands. In the distance a faint serenade of squeals and laughter followed her as she leisurely ambled down the muddied track, watching as blurry shapes flurried past her with the crisp crunch of hard grass and scuttling feet breaking the thick silence.

Just as Y/N began to descend the frosty hill, she was racked with a fit of shivers, her sore eyes prickling with wayward tears and a puff of white breath dancing before her.

Screw the cold, her fatigue and her aching eyes.

Despite the charming weather, she couldn’t help but grin at the giggling children that ran about, peeking out occasionally behind the pitifully spindly trees which left nothing to the children’s imagination. They dodged one another and yapped like pups, flying off again into the dark night.

Armed only with the bright glare of the camp instructor’s torches, she made her way down the muddy track towards a squat brick-red building, billows of steam swaddling her as it furled out from the dribbling vents. Following the dim flicking lights down the building, she rounded the vents and came towards the front of it. She tiredly pulled the door open, grimacing at the uncomfortable dampness of the handle; which came as no surprise really when she looked at the door window slick with condensation, small rivulets of water trickling down.

Stepping in, the thick humidity hung on her shoulders like a warm blanket, the atmosphere thick enough to cut it with a knife. The sudden heat caused her cheeks to flare up, but soon the wave of heat passed and she felt her chest clear, her breathing easing up. She scoffed, recalling the snarky attitude of the camp coordinators when they told her to go ‘freshen up’ despite her lack of enthusiasm for ‘an exhilarating game of Capture the Flag’.

In a corner, she noticed a mountain of damp sweaty clothes that had been unceremoniously dumped to the side with a worrying amount of underwear peeking out from it. Quickly walking down the humid corridor she heard the rattling trolleys that squeaked with age, freshly laundered towels stacked inside as if it were a cornucopia; a hint of lemon permeating the air. She passed by, peeling off her jacket that was now sticking to her clammy t-shirt and eventually navigated herself through the corridors to the changers.

The door had been propped open with a pair of muddied football boots, a trail of dirt scattered along the scratchy blue carpet. By this point, Y/N was utterly unfazed by the whole ordeal, having served enough summers there, as she shouldered the door open and steered clear from the suspiciously coloured puddle; nothing less expected from the juniors side of the room. Slinking through the throngs of hyper kids, she slipped into the seniors, the familiar scent of spicy deodorant and floral perfume wafting through the air and coating her lungs.

The gleaming white walls dribbled with water as gusts of steam gushed from the shower cubicles, the drumming of water mingling with the light chatter that filled the room as Y/N weaved her way through. After muttering a handful of ‘excuse me’s, she finally reached the freckled metal locker. She looked back at the showers, huddles of towel clad people shuffling from foot to foot outside.

She was going to have to wait a while.

Supple as a peach, her head pounded lightly as the pink flush slowly drained from her cheeks, her damp hair falling in loose messy waves. There, she lolled about, swinging her legs to-and-fro as she sat between the polished benches, the starchy whiteness of gym clothes making her blend seamlessly into the sweating walls.

The room was becoming less crowded as people began to scatter and go back to their dorms, the odd straggler or two remaining behind. Her mind began to whir as she mulled over what to do next and painted out a mental schedule when suddenly a grin graced her rose-bud lips, utterly lost in her thoughts, precious memories of the week suddenly resurfacing and becoming all too much for her. All she could muster was bubbling laughter and the blur of swathed scarfs and jumpers as scurrying feet flew over the frost-crisped grass; a swirling inferno of glowing flecks and ash spattering across the night sky.

When suddenly a heavy cloud of spiced apples and warm laundry lurched her from her mind, her arms prickling with electricity as her senses were drugged by the scent.

“Were you waiting for me? I hope I didn’t keep you from anything exciting.” A voice chirruped as a head of chocolate tufts peeked out from a large white t-shirt, greeting her with that crooked smile that he unknowingly cursed girls with. His chocolate eyes crinkled as he took in her glassy stare; her pink body propped up against the wall and legs sprawled gracelessly along the bench.

“I-I- wasn’t-” Y/N cleared her throat as he plopped himself by her legs. “I’m just hiding from those fucking camp leaders. Don’t get your hopes up Jungkook.” Shaken by her unintentionally prickly reply, she felt inclined to slip in a quick apology when he flashed her weary grin, an untraceable emotion swimming in his searching eyes.

She averted her eyes, cheeks burning despite the warmth that already radiated from her.

She couldn’t handle it. Why was he like that?

Over the lulling drumming from the empty showers, she could barely make out his soft sniffles that seemed to break his laid-back, cool facade that everyone willed him to be. They all conjured images of a quick witted, cocky boy with smooth words and charms oozing from him. The perfect camp crush.

Never could she have imagined the camp heartthrob bounding up to her on the first day, gushing about their set task of peeling potatoes and the smell of bubbling stew.

Jungkook just couldn’t tear his eyes from her peaceful form. He could feel something terrifyingly heavy swell in his throat, as if it were clogged with cotton. His mind goaded him to wash it out with a stream of words.

What words? Words of Sadness? Regret? Maybe the truth?

A rattling sigh heaved from his chest. What good would it do? He needed to make it last somehow.

Just when Y/N had gathered enough energy to drag herself back to the frosty cabins, she abruptly felt a solid weight on her chest, apple scented hair tickling her neck. Her body stiffened but Jungkook remained there, puffing out a defeated sigh. She must be dreaming.

Unsure of what to do, she prayed that he couldn’t feel the erratic beating of her heart as he lay there on her, his deft fingers entwining themselves around the wild curls of her fringe.

“Jungkook, we should leave…”

“Can we just stay like this for a bit, Y/N… please?”

“I- what. I mean, yeah sure.”

Her nerves on fire, she gulped down her growing jitteriness.

After they heard the jangle of keys and heavy footfalls echo through the still room, the two scrabbled for the exit; their tinkling laughter being the only trace they left behind. It occurred to Y/N suddenly that she had forgotten about her friends, whom had promised to wait for her outside as she wallowed in the changers. But now, as they stepped into the entrance, there was only the heavy cast of chlorine and empty baskets left. She brushed it off and proceeded to haul the door open, with Jungkook excitedly pushing her forwards, his hands comfortably placed on her shoulders. Too comfortably.

The darkness swallowed them as they traced their way back to their cabins. As expected, their run to escape the groundskeeper had reduce them to a panting mess, their quick breaths furling into milky puffs in the night sky. Y/N could hardly make out Jungkook’s features under the flickering streetlamps, his shadow dancing along the ground as if it were jumping between two worlds. He glanced over at her, as if he had known of her shameless staring, and grinned. His eyes trailing down to the heaped up jacket in her stiff arms.

He shivered.

“Shit it’s so cold. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to stay there so long.” He chuckled as he feverously rubbed at his sides, willing the friction to create some warmth.

Y/N shook her head, a smile plastered on her face as she watched their matching strides. Suddenly Jungkook’s feet stopped, a sad chuckle floating in the air.

“I really don’t want you to forget.”

“What…” She could feel the tension grow, warmth crawling its way up her neck. When she looked up, she found Jungkook’s head tilted back, his eyes glimmering from the milky moonlight.

“Well,” He started, his voice reduced to a soft lilt. “I’m not going to see you much…ever. “ He looked back to her. “And I know it’s dumb and you’ll probably forget but- fuck!” A small smile pulled at his down turned mouth, his voice croaking.

“I wish you wouldn’t.”

Nothing made sense. Y/N stared at him, searching for something more to make sense of his sudden confession. Did he like her? She couldn’t believe it, their time was much too short and bittersweet. Her eyes softened as she tried to send a reassuring smile, her arm reaching out to console him somehow.

His gaze burning into her, he whispered. “You’re gonna forget.”

Her body slumped as her arm fell flat to her side. What did he mean? His face dropped, his mouth slackening as she was about to let loose a stream of endless questions. The last thing she saw, was the pearl moonlight swimming in his golden, chocolate eyes. His outline of his body blurring into the star smattered night sky. Then, darkness.

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prophetparadox · 8 years ago

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Birds of a Feather Chapter 5: Unease (A Prompto x OC Soulmate AU)

Chapter 4 <-/AO3/-> Chapter 6

Word count: 1,946

I apologize if things have felt slow up to this point, there’s a lot I needed to do to develop the relationship between these two. But after this point, the story will start moving at a faster pace! Especially now that the gang is in Lestallum, next chapter is gonna be a doozy so stay with me here! And of course, I had to bring up Cindy at some point because that is gonna affect the story. Nothing’s coming of it right now, but it’ll change soon enough. Gotta have that conflict and drama, you know?

Tagging the usuals: @themissimmortal, @blindbae, @cupnoodle-queen, @nifwrites, @takuahijackedthetardis, and @mini-moogle-queen. Let me know if you want to be tagged in future updates.

"Hey Prompto, wake up."

The sound of Noctis' voice slowly broke Prompto from his slumber. He turned his head to look up at the prince, that smirk once again on his face. It was like that was the only expression he made now. Prompto didn't move, the sleeping bag feeling so warm and cozy that he didn't want to get out. "Noct? What're you doing up already? You usually sleep in." he muttered, still waking up.

"Guess I just woke up before you did this time," Noctis replied. "I see the two of you slept well."

Huh? What was that supposed to mean? "I guess so? What makes you say that?"

Noctis pointed down at the sleeping bag. "I'm surprised you didn't notice it yourself."

Now he wasn't making any sense. He turned his head back to where it was. "Noct, you're not making any sense, stop being so cryptic and-" Suddenly he saw just what he'd meant and felt as if his eyes would pop right out of his sockets.

He was now lying directly next to Katia, his arms wrapping around her from behind. She was still asleep, thankfully for him, letting out a content sigh. Prompto let go of her and quickly schooched back to the other end of the sleeping bag. When did he start doing that? How long had he been doing it for? Did Ignis and Gladio see anything? He could feel his face heating up and he heard Noctis try to hold back his laughter. "Shut up, Noct! It's not like that! I wasn't doing that when we'd gone to sleep!" he whispered, not wanting to wake Katia up.

"Hey man, I'm not judging," Noctis said. "If you want to get all cozy with Kat, we can get you two a seperate room at the next hotel."

Prompto had gotten out of the sleeping bag and lightly punched Noctis' arm. "I'm telling you, it's not like that! She's my best friend, she'd probably kill me if she knew I did that!"

"I dunno. She looked pretty content to me."

"Whatever, the others don't know, do they?"

"I don't think so. Ignis always wakes up early to make breakfast, and I think Gladio went to do training before the sun had risen. Ignis was telling me to wake you guys up, and I found you like that."

"Well don't tell them, and don't tell Kat either. The last thing I need is my friendship with her to be ruined, alright?"

"Alright, your secret's safe with me," Noctis said. He knew that Prompto was oblivious to this whole thing, but it was only a matter of how long that would last. "Anyway, hurry and wake Kat up. I'm sure she wouldn't want to miss out on more good food." He walked out of the tent, leaving the two to themselves.

Prompto sighed. Noct better not act like this for the whole trip. Besides, there was totally a logical explanation for why he ended up spooning Katia. He just needed to figure it out first. Figuring it wouldn't do good to keep the others waiting, he nudged Katia's shoulder to wake her up. "Hey Kat, time to get up. Breakfast is almost ready."

Katia groaned, she'd never been the type who liked being woken up but they had a schedule to keep. They'd taken too long getting to Lestallum as is. Katia's eyes slowly opened as she realized she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. She sat up, Squeaky still in her arms as she rubbed her eyes. "Morning already?" she asked, still not fully awake.

"Yep, afraid so," Prompto joked. "You sleep well?"

"Ehhh, I've slept better but it wasn't the worst sleep I've ever had," Katia explained, getting out of the sleeping bag. "I don't think I'm cut out for camping."

"Neither am I." Prompto said, getting a laugh out of her.

"But I did feel really warm and comfy, oddly enough. At least until right before you woke me up," She placed Squeaky back into her bag. "I don't know how to describe it though, other than it felt nice. Never felt like that while sleeping before."

"Huh, weird." Prompto said, trying to avoid talking about it any further. Hopefully she wouldn't jump to conclusions and Noctis would keep his mouth shut like he promised.

"Anyway, you said breakfast was ready? In that case, let's go eat. It's nice not needing to get diner food for once." She stepped out of the tent, the thought of food the only thing on her mind now. Prompto let out a sigh of relief. There's no way she'd realize what happened. Everything was safe.

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The five of them headed to the Regalia, the bounty for Deadeye received and their destination set. Katia felt lucky, she'd never riden in the car before and never expected to. But now she was going to be riding in style with her friends. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't excited. "So where should I sit?" she asked.

"There should be plenty of room in the back for you, Noct, and Gladio," Ignis explained. "Hopefully you don't mind the middle seat."

"Oh, no, it's fine." Katia said, hoping that she didn't sound too irritated. She certainly wasn't getting a comfortable ride, and it was gonna be a long one too.

"Hey Gladio, mind if we switch seats?" Prompto asked. The other guys looked at him in confusion.

"I guess so, but don't you prefer the front seat?" Gladio asked.

"Yeah, but I'm not about to let Kat get crushed by all your muscles," he tried to laugh, hoping Gladio would realize it was a joke. "Besides, I want to see what kind of pictures I can take from the backseat!"

Katia stayed quiet as they discussed this new seating arrangement. Once again, Prompto was coming to her rescue it seemed. Sure, she'd still be stuck in the middle seat, but at least now she didn't have to worry about Gladio pressing directly up against her.

"If that's been settled, let us be on our way. We're long overdue at Lestallum and Iris is waiting." Ignis said, getting in the driver's seat. Gladio took his new spot in the passenger's seat while the trio of best friends hopped in the back. Katia was surprised at how comfortable the seats were. Granted, it was a special car made for royalty, of course it'd be comfortable, but she felt like she could fall asleep in here which Noct already seemed primed to do by the looks of it.

As the car started, she felt Prompto's elbow brush against her arm. She turned to ask him what that was about as she was interrupted by the sound of a camera going off. He looked at the picture he just took, pouting when he saw how it turned out. "Aw man, you're not even smiling," he said. "Now I need to take a new one."

"You think you could warn me next time first?" Katia laughed, giving him a slight push.

"Oh, right, probably should've done that." Prompto nervously laughed.

"Just make sure you get my good side, alright?"

"I thought all your sides were your good ones though."

Katia laughed again, how was he so good at telling jokes? She smiled and made a peace sign, giving Prompto a better look for his picture. The camera clicked once again, and this time Prompto smiled at the photograph he'd taken. "So? How's it look?" Katia asked.

"Perfect."

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The drive was amazing, Ignis had opted to take the scenic route and Katia was thankful for it. Riding in the Regalia was a different experience from all the trucks she'd hitchhiked in before. She could see everything, Duscae was breathtaking. It made her regret never leaving Insomnia before now, even if it was to keep her safe, but that was in the past now. As she saw the Disc of Cauthess, she couldn't help but stare. She'd never seen anything like it up close before, only in pictures and books. She wished she could draw it for herself, but there was no way that was happening in a moving car.

"Enjoying the view back there?" She turned away to see Gladio looking back at her. "You've been pretty quiet since you and Prompto stopped singing along to that song ten minutes ago."

"Oh, yeah, I guess I was so interested in the scenery that I spaced out or something," Katia admitted. "It's just so amazing, you know? Being able to see the world so clearly from here. You guys are so lucky to have this car."

"We're lucky that Cindy was able to fix it up for us. Otherwise we'd be walking the whole way." Gladio said.

"Cindy?" Katia asked, her head tilting to the side. "Who's Cindy?"

"The mechanic in Hammerhead who fixed up the Regallia," Ignis explained, not taking his eyes off the road. "She's rather skilled when it comes to cars."

"I thought Prompto told you about her." Gladio said.

"No, he didn't. Not really." Katia said. Prompto had only mentioned a great mechanic who'd worked on the car. He never mentioned her name or the fact that she was a woman. Not that her gender mattered all that much, but something about that made her feel uneasy and she didn't know why.

"Weird. He barely shuts up about her. I'd thought he'd yapped your ears off talking about her." Gladio said.

For some reason his words made the uneasiness worse. Why did she care so much about this, it's not like Prompto was only allowed to have one female friend in his life. Was it because he never said anything about her? It almost came off like he was trying to hide something.

As if he read her thoughts, Prompto finally spoke up. "Hey, I didn't think she'd want me going on and on about Cindy when there was more important stuff she needed to know," he explained. "I mean, she is pretty amazing, I wouldn't mind going back to Hammerhead to see her. Plus her and Kat haven't met yet, I bet you two would be great friends!"

His words did nothing to soothe the uneasiness she felt, in fact the dreamy tone only seemed to worsen it. The reasons made sense in her head, but for some reason Katia couldn't come to believe them. She wanted to, but something was holding her back. Why was she feeling like this?

"You okay there, Kat?" She must've been making a face, as Prompto sounded concerned. Katia tried to shake the thoughts out of her head. It was nothing she should be worrying so much about. Prompto wasn't the type to hide things from her and he had no reason to hide this. She smiled and looked back at him.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just started thinking too much, I guess," she said. She needed to stop wondering about this Cindy thing. She'd get herself worked up over nothing otherwise. She looked ahead, seeing a tunnel coming up. "Hey Iggy, we almost at Lestallum?" she asked, hoping the change in conversation would distract her.

"We need only to go through that tunnel and we'll be there," Ignis explained. "It should only be a few more minutes."

"Awesome, can't wait to see it!" Katia said. She tried to focus on Lestallum and meeting Iris, the excitement pushing away her negative thoughts. Yet as they drove into the tunnel leading into the town, she couldn't ignore the burning feeling in her wrist or make it stop. She grabbed her wrist, hoping that whatever this was would go away on its own.

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