#herb looks cute in a sundress....

[dietmountaindewb8by]

Chapter Two

Into the Abyss

warnings: five and herb being really weird, five being deluxe (in this case, it is not the solulu), yeah five is actually insane

Tags: @lv9su ; @groovydazephantom

His fingers shook when he first received the tape from the stuttering Herb.

“Take care of it,” he said, wincing when Five raised a brow. “More often than not we like a good rewatch.”

“Believe me,” Five sighed, holding it to his chest. “I’ll take good care of her.”

“The tape, sir?”

Five coughed. “Yes, the tape.”

Herb turned toward the door, listening as Five sat down before he turned around one more time, staring at the helpless fool who would undoubtedly fall into a pit of despair just as some of the others had–-those who had known Five’s wife, one whom was not held dearly enough, one who was cast to the side, one whom they all pitied at some point or another.

“Just–” Herb looked to the floor “--be careful, will you? Some of this is tough to watch.”

Five laughed. “How hard can it be?”

Herb pursed his lips, but nodded, laughing nervously as he walked out the door. “Have a good one, Mr. Hargreeves.”

“Yeah,” Five said, sliding the tape into the switchboard, “you too, Herb.”

~*~

The first thing he saw was a child erupt from a blue portal–one that was unmistakably his. You were a cute kid, he noted, your age being about six.

But whatever admiration he held for your chubby cheeks and wide eyes was halted by the pool of blood forming a halo around your head, a rock beside you.

He watched first as you were dragged off of the ground and taken to the hospital. He watched with baited breath as the doctors stitched you up and put you into surgery, he watched as you woke up and bit his tongue as you howled with pain so then he could share in it with you, show you that–in his own way–he was still there, that he loved you, that you were loved, that he wanted you to be home with him so he could hold you in his arms instead of watching a child version of you go through something so terrible.

Something that was very clearly his own damn fault, but he elected to ignore that.

And suddenly, a light poked through the tunnel. Two kind people–people that would take care of you for him–poured through the door of the orphanage you were held in, beaten and bruised.

And they did. He held his tongue and watched with adoring eyes as you got yourself into loads of trouble—his little angel always was a troublemaker. He watched you climb trees and scrape your palms while riding a bike. He watched as you slipped away into the night to take walks and try to allow the sea to swallow you whole.

You always were quite charming.

To his disappointment , however, there was one catch. A boy. A disgusting little boy. Tall with golden curls that framed his face and dimples that carved into his cheeks. He noted that you quite enjoyed making him smile.

You would curl into him—Peter, his name was. You would curl into Peter. Not him. Never him.

A mixture of emotions overcame him at that moment. When Peter tucked you into his side and pressed his lips to the top of your head, cold rage flowed through his veins. When he had the gall to hold your hand and guide you through your everyday life—to pull you into some stupid adventures that all children go on—Five could have sworn he’d never felt more murderous than in that moment.

And then it happened.

He thought he’d never be thankful for your parents dying. But he was. By God, he was. It meant that you were swept away from that boy, away from the threat. It would be far better to have no threats to him, to be able to woo you in the proper way.

Five imagined you both. As soon as he calculated his equations correctly, he’d rush to you. He wouldn’t want to scare you, though—of course he’d never wish to scare you, never again. He would “bump into you” one day when you were out and about.

You would be in a sundress—a yellow one. You had always looked absolutely darling in yellow. Or pink. You were a doll in pink.

It didn’t matter what you wore to Five. All that mattered was that from that day he would court you as he should’ve done the first time around. He would go to your house and meet your parents with two bouquets—one for you and one for your mother. He would talk to your father about sports and politics while you were reading one of those romance novels you so adored.

And he would gain your father’s enthusiastic blessing to take you, his darling little princess, on a date. He would take you to an Italian restaurant. One that would impress you, but nothing too fancy. He would never want to make you shy. He would pull out his card first and pay for both of your meals. He would order you a slice of cake to take home afterward before taking you to a nearby creamery and getting you your favorite flavor of ice cream.

And then he’d ask you what you were reading earlier. You would tell him about it and he would listen with the arter of a devotee on a Goddess’ altar—because that is nothing less than what you are—and then he would gently sweep a stray hair behind your ear before pulling you in and pressing a sweet kiss upon your lips.

He’d drive you home. He’d play Elvis—only his sweet songs—and place his hand over yours oh-so-lightly. And then before you left his car, he’d peck your cheek and tell you that he was picking you up the very next day. And the day after that. And the day after that.

And that would be how life was for you. He would take care of everything, he knew. He already was. He was so close yet so far to having you. He was trying a million ways to get to you—a million failed attempts to have you in his arms again. 

But none of those attempts would be worth it if you had fallen into the arms of another man. No matter how innocent it seemed.

A man was a man. A boy was a boy. And you would not be going near either of them if he could help it.

He watched as you were carted away by the proper authorities and he sighed. 

If only he’d held you as tightly as he wanted to in that moment when he had the chance.

[broomballkraken]

Title: Seasons of Love, Chapter 1: Spring

Fandom: Octopath Traveler

Pairing: Alfyn/Primrose

Word count: 1070

Warnings: None

Fic Summary: A peek at how four couples enjoy their favorite seasons together.

Chapter Summary: Alfyn and Primrose enjoy a picnic after gathering newly bloomed spring plants, and she gives him the greatest gift ever. Well, besides her love, anyway...

Spring is the season of renewal, and that means plenty of blooming plants, herbs, and flowers for Alfyn to harvest. Taking in a deep breath through his nose, he let out a relaxed sigh before wiping his arm over his sweat-shined forehead. He was currently kneeling on the sweeping grasslands of the Flatlands on the outskirts of Noblecourt, collecting the necessary ingredients to make various salves and tinctures to keep his apothecary practice running smoothly.

“Alfyn, dear, come take a break for lunch.”

A big grin slowly spread across his face as he turned towards his wife, who had been sunbathing on a blanket a little ways away. Primrose looked absolutely radiant in her cute little sundress and matching hat, and Alfyn considered himself the luckiest godsdamn man alive that she had agreed to marry him of all people.

Alfyn walked over to the blanket and sat down, leaning over to place a kiss on Primrose’s cheek. “Shucks, I am pretty hungry, now that ya mention it. Is it really lunchtime already?”

Primrose rolled her eyes and waved a hand. “Yes, you’ve been at it for hours. I had to take a break from helping and you barely noticed I was gone.”

Alfyn winced and rubbed at his arm. “Oops...sorry Prim. I guess I got caught up in the excitement. It is the first bloom of spring, after all. Gotta get first pick of the best plants before the critters get to ‘em.”

“I know, love,” Primrose said, taking Alfyn’s hand and entwining their fingers together. “I do adore that unbridled enthusiasm of yours.”

“ Shucks, darlin’...” Alfyn’s face flushed and he smiled against Primrose’s lips when she kissed him, and it was just as magical as each and every kiss that came before it. When she pulled away, Alfyn took a moment to admire the adorable blush on Primrose’s cheeks, and that made him lean in for another kiss. Primrose giggled and cupped his face, her fingers brushing through the stubble that covered Alfyn’s cheeks, causing him to giggle as well. Gods, he loved her so much .

When they finally managed to pry themselves apart, Primrose reached into the picnic basket and pulled out a couple of sandwiches, handing one to Alfyn, who eagerly took a bite.

“Hmm, delicious!” he said with his mouth half-full, and Primrose barked out a laugh as he his hands immediately shot to cover his beet-red face.

“Manners, dear, manners.”

“Aha, sorry...” A sheepish grin crossed Alfyn’s face as he averted his gaze. “That ol’ country bumpkin side of me likes to rear its ugly head at the worst times.”

“Oh, but I love that side of you...and every other one too, Alfyn.” Primrose kissed his cheek again, and Alfyn nuzzled his nose against Primrose’s before they both returned to their meal.

They made light conversation as they ate, and Alfyn paused after each bite to pluck a few flowers from his basket of plants and tie them together. Primrose shot him a knowing smile when they had finished their food, and Alfyn had finished fiddling with the flowers. He turned to Primrose and gently took off her sunhat, replacing it with his handmade flower crown.

“There...beautiful flowers for the most beautiful gal around!” Alfyn said, and Primrose giggled as she slipped onto Alfyn’s lap.

“You do make the best flower crowns, love. Did Nina teach you to make them?”

“Haha, yep! But she’s the true master. Zeph an’ me could never get them to look even half as good!”

Primrose laughed again, but let out a light gasp and turned to rummage in the picnic basket, causing Alfyn to raise a curious eyebrow.

“Speaking of making things...Here, this is for you, Alfyn.” Primrose pulled out a small bottle filled with liquid and placed it in his hand. Tilting his head, Alfyn rolled the bottle around in his hand and gave Primrose a quizzical look.

“Thanks, darlin’, but what is it?”

“Well, Anna likes making perfumes and colognes as a hobby, and I asked her to teach me how, using the flowers and plants that you use to make these flower crowns.” A shy smile crossed Primrose’s face as Alfyn’s brows shot into his hairline, and he felt his eyes grow moist, “I wanted to try and make something for you in return, so...I hope you like it, my dear.”

Alfyn sniffed loudly, before bursting into a fit of happy tears. Primrose quickly took the bottle from him before he could drop it, and she giggled as she pulled her husband into a gentle hug.

“S-Shucks, Primrose...” Alfyn said when he had finally composed himself, and he paused for a moment when Primrose leaned up to kiss away the tears that still lingered on his cheeks. “This is the greatest gift ever!”

Primrose raised a dubious eyebrow. “Don’t you think you’re exaggerating a bit?”

Alfyn smiled and took her hand, lifting it to his face so that he could place a tender kiss to the back of it. “Well, maybe a bit, because the actual greatest gift ever is being loved by you every single day, my love.”

“Alfyn...”

This time it was Primrose who teared up, and Alfyn gently cupped her face and brushed his thumbs over her cheeks to wipe away her tears. Pressing his forehead to hers, he waited until her pretty brown eyes met his, and a soft smile crossed his face.

“I love you, Primrose. With all that I am.”

Primrose took his hands, lacing their fingers together before kissing him. “I love you too, Alfyn,” she said, her lips brushing his as she spoke, “I’m the luckiest woman in the world, getting to love and be loved by the most wonderful man in the world.”

Alfyn snickered and pulled her into a hug. “Well, shucks, I was just thinkin’ the same thing earlier! We’re just two peas in a pod, aren’t we?”

Primrose returned the hug, giggling as she rest her head against his chest. “Yes, we are, and will be until the end of our days.”

“Hehe, that’s mighty cheesy, darlin’.”

Primrose delivered a playful love tap to his shoulder, and Alfyn dramatically fell onto the blanket, dragging his laughing wife down with him. As they continued to enjoy this beautiful spring day together, Alfyn couldn’t help but look forward to what this new year had in store for the both of them.

[ressjeon]

in this paradise (moodboard teaser)

pairing: survivor!jungkook x fem!reader

summary: In an attempt to escape what's been planned for him, Jungkook hopped on a ship only to face a tragedy that he didn't expect and enter you who somehow couldn't believe to find company in this isolated land. Was this fate or was this just a temporary chance of bliss as a challenge for you both?

rating: 18+ 

genre: tropical island!au, survivor!au, strangers to lovers, angst, smut, romance & fluff

warnings: some accidents mentioned, lots of teasing, swearing, sexual tension, explicit sexual content, multiple sex scenes (beach, treehouse?, etc.), pet names, skinny dipping, finger sucking, thigh riding, unprotected sex (no condoms in da island peeps), handjob, oral (m. receiving), nipple play, fingering, riding, jk takes it from the back too. (warnings could change)

a/n: this wasn't the first JK fic I planned to post but he was in Summery outfit on Sowoozoo so I had to bump it up among other WIPS 😅. 2 years ago, I got intrigued when I saw the theme song mv of this TV series on my YT dash, the mc has the same name as me and it was Jungkook who first came into when some scenes (4 in exact, including this one) flashed in my mind. The plot is completely different though as I only borrowed some elements of it ♡.

ps. this moodboard was damn hard to make T.T

Check it out here!

― masterlist — navigation ― wips

A sudden ruckus behind your shoulder alerts you immediately, and you turn to see a little movement in the tall grass among the trees.

At last, food.

You’ve been hungry for hours since you wake up so it would be amazing to find something to eat since it's lunch already. Getting into position, you raise one arm up with a spear above your head, the other hand holding up front just in case it attacks you.

Readying yourself as you approach the moving grass, you part them with the other hand but to your surprise, you find a half-naked man in dirty white jeans with dark hair, his doe-eyes staring at you in shock.

"woah, woah, woah" an instant fear crosses his eyes, both of his hands suddenly waving in front in surrender causing him to wince a little, allowing you to spot the wound below his right shoulder so you lower down your arm.

He’s good-looking, add the harsh rays of sunlight looming over him from above to that.

You recover instantly, locking your eyes to his with a death glare as you move your spear in front of you.

“who are you?” you demand, suspicious eyes raking his form as you come nearer to him. He could still be a threat for all you know, best to take precautions.

“jungkook” he pants, reaching out with open palms to shake your hands. He hopes that you'll deem him as harmless by doing so and looks at you pleadingly when you don’t answer him.

“y/n” you respond gently a bit after dropping your spear on the side, feeling a spark when your hand touches his, of how gentle he’s shaking your hand despite the worry in his eyes.

He sighs in relief but pain crosses his handsome face, and he’s wincing even more this time. You manage to catch him before his body reaches the ground.

“my bad” he chuckles while trying to stand up, somehow disregarding that he almost collapsed. You really wonder how he can joke about his situation.

“you’re wounded you know” you scoff, inspecting his wound straightaway.

“yeah but at least you’re here now” he grins and winks at you as he positions himself on your lap, making your eyes roll.

“shut up or i won’t help you” you chide, pulling out the remnants of splinters from his wound with warning and he pouts.

“okay, okay, i’ll behave” he whines as he stays still lying down on his stomach and you’re trying to ignore how you can feel his defined abs on your legs.

“why are you wandering here in the forest while your wound is still fresh?” you ask and Jungkook smiles when he hears the concern in your voice. Ngl, he was shit scared of you earlier, if it weren’t for his wound that’s slowing him down and you’re pretty face he would’ve bolted instantly.

“I was looking for medicinal herbs” he answers, shaking his injured shoulder a little and you smile at this cute antic, okay he’s adorable.

“stop moving” you tsks.

“and what exactly is a beautiful girl like you doing in this forest too?” he questions before you can even answer him right away.

“i was looking for food,” you pause, stating the obvious.

“so that’s why you have a hunting spear with you. where did you even find materials to make it?"  he prods, a lot of curiosity in his voice and you smile again, he can’t see you from this angle anyways so it’s good.

“on the shore, a lot of things wash up there” you hum, finishing up the make bandage on his shoulder using the thin jacket that was wrapped on your waist earlier.

You feel him nod and huff a breath like he wants to ask more.

“right, right. how about we search the beach later? maybe we can find more stuff that we can use” he asks as he slowly gets up from your lap, displaying an excited smile and you nod.

“does it hurt?” you ask impassively and he shakes his head.

You help him in standing up, carefully assisting on his elbow for him to not put weight on it and he laughs again. He’s been giddy all this time and you still have no idea why.

"i'm okay" he snorts and you elbow him.

"what's funny?"

You frown, brows scrunching as you eye him with annoyance. As much as you're still wary of him, you’re starting to get confused on how he can make you react this fast in everything that he does.

"you seem so caring now compared to earlier" he teases.

"you needed help, i'm not as heartless as you think" you glare at him and retrieve your spear from the ground.

“your words are actually the opposite of your actions” he continues.

“well, aren’t you an excellent observer” you snicker as you look around to check if you missed anything.

Jungkook on the other hand is just observing how you effortlessly gather your stuff with you. How for some reason, you still look gorgeous with your white mini sundress, a contrast at how tough you look with your tools on you.

"what?" you bark, raising one brow at him and he stops himself from laughing this time. He just shrugs with a playful smile and walks away, urging you to follow him as you both venture into the woods.

“jungkook” you call him, walking beside him now.

“yes?” he questions playfully, not sparing you any glance while looking up at the coconut trees around you.

“you better be taking this seriously after you heal” you huff.

“i already am, i swear! you have no faith in me, im offended” he complains with that fake hurt in his voice and you scowl at him before walking faster, now leading the path instead. He laughs louder this time, following you into some stream or river.

All jokes aside, Jungkook is truly relieved at finding another survivor washing up on the same island as he is. At least he won’t be alone while waiting for rescue anymore, plus you’re hot as hell so this won’t be bad after all.

taglist: @jungkooksbroski​ 

permanent taglist: @bluesharksandfish @taebkyun @sheprocrastinatesalot​ @iamscharene​

[becca-e-barnes]

Okay wow ! Yes to neighbor Bucharest Bucky !!! He’s like all shy cause he’s trying to remember and get his life together and reader is like a piece of heaven to him wearing sundresses and always being smiley and kind ! She knows who he is and is not scared ! She tries to help him adjust to remembering and the new world and he has literal heart eyes when she explains something to him or when she tries and replicates one of his ma’s recipes to help him get a memory back ! They’d spend so many nights together catching up on movies and cuddling and shed always fall asleep on him but he’d be shy to ask her to be his girl ! And when she does he gets to see a more fun, naughty and feisty side of her in and out of the bedroom ! I’m getting carried away yet again

Oh my god no my heart hurts now, imagine the contrast 😩

Like Bucky’s flat would be cold. All the damn time. He keeps his bedroom window wide open at night in case he needs to get out in a hurry so it’s draughty and the wind shoots through the flat like you wouldn’t even believe.

He rarely sleeps. It never smells like much because he doesn’t really cook. He has small meals to tide him over but he doesn’t take the time to make himself anything nutritious.

But maybe some night his neighbour is making something that smells so damn good. His mouth waters because the window is open and he can smell the spices and herbs and hear her humming quietly and he realises how long it’s been since he had a hot meal

But it’s more than that. The dish smells familiar. It brings him back to somewhere he can’t remember, it’s a time and place when he was happier but he just can’t find the memory in his head.

So he gets up and knocks on the door, only intending to ask you what you’re cooking because he thinks hearing the name might jog his memory but you open the door and he’s practically speechless. You look stunning, a little apron tied around your waist, a happy smile on your face and your hair just slightly messy.

“Hi, um… I’m James, I live next door, I was just wondering what you were cooking? It smells really familiar.” It sounds even stupider out loud than it did in his head and he half expects you to close the door in his face. But you don’t. Instead you tell him you’ve made far too much insist that he joins you.

And he does. Your flat is so different to his. It’s warm and personal and homely. It’s not a big space but you made the most of it, a cute throw over the couch, family photos scattered around the space, a shopping list stuck to the fridge in your handwriting.

He can hardly believe how different your spaces are. But you get to chatting and you serve him some dinner and he swears it’s the best meal he’s had in his life. He can’t even remember the last time he ate something hot and filling like this and before he can really stop himself, he’s finished the first bowl and you offer him a second that he gratefully accepts.

It’s so hard not to pity him. You know who he is and it’s not hard to see he’s hurting but he trusted you so easily and he’s so full of chat that you both get carried away, talking into the early hours of the morning.

You wake up in the morning to a little scribbled note under your door that says “thank you for dinner” and you’re just content knowing he went to bed with a full tummy and a load off his mind

[stressisakiller]

Next Steps (F.W)

The Other Dursley Part 2

Pairing: Muggle Dursley x Fred Weasley

A/N: This was requested by and anon who asked for a second part to muggle Dursley x Fred Weasley. I may go ahead and do a third part to this, let me know what you think in the comments!

Flashbacks are in italics. Fred lives AU

Warnings: None, Just fluff 

Word count: 2k

Part 1

You and Freddie had spent the morning together at his flat. You enjoyed some pancakes together that you had agreed to make, chocolate chip, of course, much to George’s delight when he walked out of his room that morning. You and Fred had decided not to tell anyone that you were together yet, you wanted to see how long it took them to figure out that you had actually started dating. George took a measured glance at the way you were seated, lounging in your chair with your legs across Fred’s lap. You pretended not to notice.

 “So what do the lovebirds have planned today?” He questioned. You just rolled your eyes and replied,

 “Well, I was wanting to help out at the shop for a little bit until Harry can get here to show me around a little more.” George’s eyebrow raised at that

 “Oh? Why isn’t Fred showing you around?” you giggled and rolled your eyes

 “Well he does have a popular business to help run and I would hate to get in the way of that,” you answered teasingly. You didn’t give George the chance to answer instead grabbing the dishes and heading to the sink. “Actually,” you mused, “I think I’ll head out to explore now.” You saw that trepidation on both of their faces. “I’ll be fine really, I just want to explore and discover this new place at my own pace and you need to work” You grabbed your purse and Fred stopped you right before you got to the door, he gave you some money so that you could buy whatever you wanted while you were out and with that you headed out eager to explore this magical new world.

 You found an ice cream shop and a cauldron shop, it felt kind of like a kitchen store just more specialized, you were impressed by the solid gold cauldron wondering what the purpose for it could be. You kept wandering through the increasingly busy streets, passing a robe shop and one that should all types of herbs. You were surprised to note that other than the ice cream shop there weren’t many food businesses and there weren’t any bakeries. You decided to speak with Fred about that when you got back to the shop. You were pulled out of your thoughts by someone calling out your name. You turned and saw your cousin running towards you, you laughed as he pulled you into a hug and swung you around. You were dizzy by the time he set you down, you giggled as you asked

 “What are you trying to make me fall over? What’s the occasion Cousin?” Harry grinned at you, 

“Does there have to be an occasion? I’m just excited to see you again! Plus I’m excited to show you around my world a little bit more, although it seems like you’ve been doing some exploring of your own.” You couldn’t help but look a little bashful at that.

 “I couldn’t help it, it was just such a beautiful morning and there was just so much to see!” He shook his head at your excitement,

 “I understand that completely, I felt the same way the first time I came here. Come on let's go! I have to show you my favorite spots.” You spent the rest of the morning into the afternoon running around with Harry, learning more and more about the wizarding world. As you explored you noticed that there were many shops that were empty and closed, asking Harry about it he explained what happened with the Wizarding war and how it affected Diagon alley and the people that worked there. You asked him about your idea from earlier. Would there be a way to buy one of the old shops and bring a muggle bakery in? He mulled it over for a moment before decisively saying that he couldn’t see why not and that he and Mr. Weasley would love to help you figure out the details of how and where. You headed back to Fred and George’s shop in high spirits debating whether you should talk to Fred about it yet or keep it as more of a secret until you got all of the kinks worked out. Opening the door you couldn’t help the smile that lit your face when you saw Fred in his element, talking with his customers, telling them about all the trouble he and George got into at Hogwarts, convincing them to buy more than they needed or thought that they wanted. You giggled as you watched one of the kids walk by you with a dazed look on his face after talking with Fred, you could relate, you wore a similar look after hanging out with him the first couple of times. You strolled over to him just in time to hear the end of his latest story.

 “And that’s how George and I ended up creating a swamp in the middle of the hallway.” You shook your head at that deciding that you would ask him about it later. He noticed you walking up out of the corner of his eye and turned to smile at you, pulling you to his side as he finished helping the customer. He placed a quick kiss on your head, not being able to help himself. You looked around and saw that George was just leaving the storage room so he probably didn’t see it so you could keep the charade going at least a little bit longer. You murmured that you were going to go put your bags into the apartment upstairs since they were giving a little heavy and he nodded and told you to come back down and find him once you were done. You did just that, taking a moment to check your appearance in the mirror before you headed down, appearances weren’t the most important thing but you knew that you probably looked a little windswept after being outside all morning. You came back down the stairs and started to help George at the cash register, he quickly explained the money system and told you to holler if you needed any help before he ran back into the backroom to restock a couple of the shelves that were currently empty. You were in awe of how well their business was doing and how many people appreciated them bringing joy back to the world. You became determined that you were going to find a way to help them bring that joy back in any way that you could. Mentally setting up a plan for how and where you would put your bakery. Looking around the shop you had ideas for tons more desserts and goodies, wondering if wizards would like the coffee you would make and what new flavors you could experiment with that the wizarding world had. Watching Fred you settled that you would wait to tell him until you were certain it would work. 

The next couple of weeks consisted of you, Arthur, and Harry making and executing the plans for your new shop. You found and bought the empty shop next to the Weasley’s shop, thinking that you could put a doorway between the two so that it would be easier for Fred and you to see each other during the day. It didn’t take long for George to realize that you were up to something so you had to spill the beans and tell him your plan. You were surprised by how excited he was at the prospect and how many ideas he had to make it better. Your secret-keeping came to an end when you had purchased the new place and Harry had helped you set up all of the appliances you would need, Arthur, made sure that it was all perfectly legal and you had a permit as a muggle to have a business in the wizarding world. It was two months since you and Fred had started dating and you were going to show him your shop as an anniversary date. You baked that morning making a couple of your new treat ideas including bread shaped like unicorns and chocolate trolls filled with raspberry compote. You were super nervous about telling him, worried that he would be mad about you keeping it from him, but you didn’t want to get his hopes out before knowing if it would work out. You met up with him around 7 that night, right as their shop was closing. He walked down out of his apartment as soon as you walked in the door. He wasn’t dressed up, he had taken off his suit jacket and vest earlier in the day, but he still looked good in his slacks and white button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. You were dressed in a cute sundress not wanting to look too formal knowing that Fred probably wouldn’t look properly formal until the day he got married. You may have blushed a little when you had that thought. He walked up to you, looking you over he couldn’t help but wonder how he got so lucky, 

“You look beautiful” he breathed out, you blushed even harder at his words

. “Well, you don’t look too bad yourself” you quipped, “are you ready to see my surprise for you?” He flashed you one of his signature grins and told you to lead the way. He couldn’t help his confusion when you lead him out of his shop and into the one next door. You held your breath as you turned the lights on, worried about what his reaction would be. You heard his quick intake when the lights illuminated the space around you. You waited another moment before turning to look at him, his eyes were taking everything in and you waited for him to ask the questions you knew were coming. After taking in the whole room he turned to face you,

 “So is this what you’ve been working on the last 2 months?” he questioned. You looked down stealing yourself to what he would say once he heard your answer. 

“Yes, Harry, your Dad and I have been working on figuring out a way for me to open a bakery in Diagon Alley. They helped me enchant the appliances so that they would work without muggle electricity. I should be able to open in a couple of months, there is still a lot to get done.” You were surprised by the smile that overtook his face at your words,

 “You mean to tell me that in a couple of months you will be working right next to me and living near me? That I will be able to just walk next door to see you and not have to worry about exploding magic to muggles?” his smile grew when you nodded “This is the best gift you could have ever gotten me!” He pulled you into a tight hug and you realized that there was no one else that you would want to be with not when the man in front of you was so excited for you to get to do your passion. You felt the tears well up in your eyes from how happy you were to have him in your life. You looked in his eyes and declared that you were done hiding your relationship from his family, that you wanted to go to the weekly Weasley dinner that night and let them know that you were together and couldn’t be happier. He grabbed your hand and apparated you to the garden outside the burrow. Giving you a quick kiss to fortify you he opened the door and walked into the Burrow with your hands intertwined. You laughed at Mrs. Weasley’s reaction and how she was so excited for you to be a part of the family, you and Fred blushed at that. You were swarmed by the rest of the Weasleys and were so overwhelmed that you almost didn’t see Harry handing over a galleon to George. Almost

[youarejesting]

Herb.2 The Date

Pairing: Dealer!Jimin x Reader Beta: N/A Genre: Romance, implied sexual activity, Fluff, Rating: recommended 18+ (or whatever the legal age is in your country) Words: 866 Warnings: Blow Job Summary: Jimin was the mary poppins of drug dealing. What ever you wanted he had and he NEVER disappoints his customer. That is until he met you. He finally decides to take matters into his own hands to fulfil your order.

[Masterlist] [Herb.1]

You didn’t know why you were nervous, you had seen him naked for christ sake but, there was something about him all dressed up and not his typical dealer getting up for house parties, no this was really dressed up. He had a blouse on which you had a sneaking suspicion was for women but he made it look so much better, and his pants were black trousers high waisted accentuating his long legs the fabric around his thighs straining to contain his thick muscular legs.

He turned up his hair combed, flowers in one hand and his phone in the other texting you his arrival. You answered the door as soon as his text came through wearing your best dress that was semi formal as you didn’t know where the two of you were heading. “You look truly amazing, are you ready to go, or should I wait inside?”

“No, I am ready” There was something odd about him and you couldn’t figure out what it was.

He led you out the front of your apartment and you followed him as he lead you to his car, ah a sensible hatchback beside a beautiful, luxury car the logo was Two R’s now you knew nothing about cars but you would die if that was his car. He pressed the Key FOB and the luxury car lights flashed as the doors unlocked.

Freezing in place his hand slipped free of yours and he paused turning looking back, “Is something wrong baby?”

“This is your car?” You asked and he looked at his car curiously, he looked it over and turned back. He didn’t see anything wrong with this picture, clearly used to the vehicle in question.

“Yes, do you not like Rolls Royce?”

“I honestly had no clue what the brand was and don’t you think, I am a little underdressed, this is a nice car?” You stammered “What if my shoes are dirty?”

“If it makes you feel any better I gave Tae a lift home in it the other day after a party and he vomited all over the dash and I was frantically cleaning it all week to get the smell out for our date.”

“Really?” You said, in a way it did make you feel better, you couldn’t do anything worse than vomit. He opened the door for you and you climbed in inspecting as you went. It didn’t smell like vomit and it was really clean. He climbed in promptly to the other side and looked at you with a soft smile. “What is something wrong?”

“No you are just so beautiful today?” He smiled before rubbing his hands together, “Do you need anything before we go, if I can't provide it the next item is free” 

“How much is it for a Kiss?” Was it too forward of you to ask, you were just so excited tonight was already so thrilling and all you did was sit in his car.

“One kiss will cost you, two questions?” he stated seriously.

“Questions?” This intrigued you, what type of questions was he going to ask.

“Question number one” He said softly, taking your hand, “Movie or dinner first?” “Dinner” you smiled leaning in, impatient with how long it took him to ask you these questions, you wanted to kiss him, heart racing in anticipation.

“Question number two” He whispered you were closing in and it seemed he was losing focus as well, “Do you like sushi?”

Your lips collided and his hand swept under your hair to cradle the back of your neck. You missed him and it had only been a week, his taste, his cologne, the way his lips felt, the way he made you feel loved. “Baby, we have reservations and a movie, let me take you on a date and give you presents” he begged against your lips only parting for a few seconds to speak before capturing them again.

You pulled away and thanked that you had used a lip stain instead of a lipstick so there was no transfer, even though Jimin with red lips would be a delectable sight indeed.

Your date was filled with jokes and laughter and Jimin confessing to all the times he tried to inadvertently help you at parties. He was a gentleman and he even told you about his dream job stating that dealing was only a hobby and he truly loved helping others and that’s why he was in University studying medicine.

Dinner was spectacular and Jimin asked a few times if you needed anything and you half expected him to pull his mary poppins bag out from under the table and list off all the things he could offer you. That was it, he looked odd because he wasn’t accompanied by his huge compartment jacket and duffle bag.

“Can I get you anything more, some soy sauce, another drink, some more of the delicious ikura?” he grinned, it was nice but you feel like Jimin was working and you were a customer and you decided for once he should be the one to be waited on. 

“I don’t need anything at the moment thank you?” You raised your hand sagely in an attempt to sooth his questions. “What about you, what can I get you, napkin, some wasabi?”

“Oh could you grab one of the tiny seaweed salads as they come past,” He grinned, the two of you talked and ate before heading to the movies. Taking the boardwalk along the beach you held hands swinging them gently and talking about your favourite things. He said he liked the colours blue and black. He enjoyed listening to music and dancing though he didn’t know if he was any good at it. 

You assured him from what you had seen at parties he was pretty good. He didn’t realise but you were categorizing all his answers and noticed when he started talking about himself he started opening up. It became less about trying to make you have a good time, to mutually having a wonderful date.

Deciding that you would make sure to give him more days where he gets what he wants amongst those where he tries to fulfill everyone else's wishes.

Choosing a hilarious action movie the two of you found your seats and held hands. Half way through the movie you laid your head on his shoulder and it stayed there until the credits. Once the movie was done, Jimin dutifully drove you home and prolonged walking you to your door.

“Is it bad I don’t want you to go?” He breathed

“Well don’t go, come upstairs and we can have some coffee or something?” 

You woke up beside him, you didn’t know it yet but you would never be able to get him to leave after the first night. You made breakfast which was a series of fresh fruit and you woke up wearing a beautiful blue sundress, you were dancing in the kitchen making some coffee. Planning to wake him you softly padded back to the room and leaned over him. “Jimin, wake up, it’s time for breakfast” you said gently kissing him and he stretched looking up at you with a lopsided smile.

“Mmm… breakfast you say?” In a flash he had rolled you onto your back on the bed and trapped you in his arms and legs. “I could go for breakfast”

You tried to ignore his wiggling eyebrows and insinuations and pouted. “But I cut up lots of fruit cause you said they were your favourites”

His eyes showed hesitation and he grinned, “Don’t move!” He said seriously and ran to the kitchen his boxer briefs were tight around his behind showing his cute butt as he left.

He came back with the platter and placed it on the bed munching on freshly cut apples and grinned.

“Now I have a buffet” He grinned cheekily kissing you, his lips tasting extra sweet. Before he could even tried you decided today really was about him. He was in the middle of eating some grapes when you let your hand ghost along his muscular thighs.

He thought nothing of it until your fingertips grazed a little high against him through his underwear, you continued eating pretending like you hadn’t noticed when your hand moved higher palming him gently.

“What are you doing?” He asked side eyeing you while reaching for another strawberry. And you looked at him coyly. “I am eating breakfast what are you doing?” You challenged him and he gestured to the fruit 

“I am eating breakfast as well” He said and you moved to lay down across the bed, and it didn’t take long before you had released him from his boxer briefs he looked down at you and hummed all your playful teasing had stirred him.

“Okay Baby,” You said looking up at him with a sly smile “You can ask for anything you want and I will give it to you for half the price.  If I don’t have it I will give you the next best thing for free.” you repeated the words he had said in Namjoon’s bedroom a week ago”

“I want you.” He smiled

“You have me baby” You loved using the pet name against him. “What do you want me to do, you bought me baby I am all yours”

“Suck me,” He had abandoned the fruit platter opting instead to watch you trace your fingers along his hips with a heavy breath of anticipation.

“With pleasure” You took him by the base and gently licked the head tracing your tongue around the top before taking him in your mouth and sucking him lightly, you didn’t want to give him everything just yet. He moaned softly and you moved so slow trying to get him to beg for more.

When he did, you showed him no mercy, his breathing was coming out as quick pants and you were trying your best to keep your hands and mouth busy. Soon he was unable to stop himself from audibly responding, his lips falling apart and the sweetest sounds escaping him. 

Taking him deeper into his mouth you tried so hard to calm your gag reflex, breathing slowly you felt his hands move to clutch the back of your head desperately and the sweet sound was gone his voice was now guttural and heavy and within a minute or two he stammered for you to stop which you didn’t greedily taking him faster and swallowing down your reward. 

You removed him from your mouth with an audible pop and he gasped from the overstimulation it gave him. You laid your head on his thigh and at a grape slowly. 

Rumours started that Jimin had been busted or had even died but a select few new the truth he was tangled up in your sheets and you wouldn’t ever let him leave.

[witchsheartbooks]

Hello! Can I request some pure headcanon of Claire x Wilardo ( if it's possible, can you also add how their wedding would look like? ) Thank you in advance!

This prompt was simply too cute for me to pass over. Please enjoy the cavity inducing sweetness that I attempted to provide you this fine day.  --- So Wilardo is always giving Claire pairs of flowers. Sometimes he hands them to her directly, other times he leaves them in places where she'll see them through out the day. Claire loves making flower crowns and Wilardo started to enjoy her craftsmanship enough that he decided it should be a new product for order. She is SUPER excited and supportive of this.  Wilardo often forgets to take meal breaks when working so Claire will always make food and bring it right to him. She encourages breaks since Wilardo can be somewhat of a work-a-holic. When she catches him asleep at his work station, she scoops him right up and takes him to bed. They cuddle when they sleep and take turns with who the big spoon is, Wilardo likes to be the big spoon more than Claire. Wilardo can actually be secretly possessive of Claire, he's never outward about it and he doesn't let it control him. He's more than old enough to know where the healthy boundaries are. Just sometimes he has to step back and gather his thoughts to make sure he isn't being alittle irrational.  Post mansion, the two actually pick up sparring. It's hand to hand combat and Wilardo teaches Claire how to disarm. Their time in the mansion has him worried about self defense in the future since she's always reluctant to hurt anyone even if it means she'll be hurt. When they do their sparring dates, Claire puts together a picnic so they can eat and relax afterwards.  The two have a huge garden together! Claire wears sundresses and sunhats while working on it with him.  They have vegetables and fruit trees too, tons of herbs. Sirius often makes a request for them to add something new and now refuses to shop at the market, preferring their produce instead.  Wilardo added blooming flower teas to his shop registry too and Sirius is his TOP customer of the tea line. Claire loves using rose hip in her sweets now since Wilardo let it slip once that he likes it in sweets. He wont eat anything too sweet so learning this had her ecstatic. She now tries to find ways to factor it in so he'll try more of her recipes. Wilardo will actually eat anything she makes without complaining, it's a reason Claire found it so hard to discover his tastes in the first place. Claire wanted a huge wedding but Wilardo wanted a small one. Instead they decided to have a small wedding between the two of them with Sirius officiating it.  It wasn't too fancy, Claire even made the cake herself and sewed her own wedding dress. They were in the depths of a large flower garden, tucked away under a snug gazebo as they exchanged their vows. ~Mod Sirius

[namusthetic]

The four Greek goddesses that hang out together regularly

Persephone

Goddess of Spring and Queen of the Underworld.

an angel, when she wants to be

you better not get on her bad side, she's still the Queen of Hell, and she will annihilate you

no matter how hard Hades tries, he still looks like an angery grumpy kitten to her

never really gotten out of the rebellious phase

proud mom of the most beautiful garden in the Underworld

goes on random road trips on her Harley Davidson

can be ruthless and cold, while still smiling

Aesthetic:

Flower crowns with thorns, the feeling of the wind on your face, flowers so vibrant like you've never seen, black lace and satin sheets, a red sunset, warm laughter and red lipstick stains, black leather and high heels, the beautiful and damned

Song: Hotter than Hell by Dua Lipa

Gaea

Personification of the earth, the ancestral mother of life.

lives alone in a cabin in the woods

has herbal homemade remedies for everything

invites every wanderer that stumbles across her cabin to a cup of tea to idle chat

has a lot of animal friends

always walking barefoot

spends the afternoons talking with the trees and listening to the grass' tales of faraway places, while the flowers gossip about the last cute photographer who stopped by

Aesthetic:

The smell of herbal tea and incense wafting through the window, sunlight filtering through the trees, the fresh reviving smell of the forest after a rainstorm, dried herbs and homemade cookies, taking a bath in a cold water spring, flowy flower-printed sundresses and hair spread on the pillow in the early morning

Song: Cosmic Love by Florence + the Machine

Iris

Goddess personification of the rainbow and messenger of the gods.

always rushing to go somewhere

has too many things to do, and too little time

never really gave up the 60s aesthetic

the kid everyone likes

her laughter is really contagious

loves the awestruck expressions children have when they see her rainbows

always goes around listening to her mixtapes on her Walkman

Tackle hugs

Aesthetics:

Washed out jeans and bright colors, printed socks and band-aids, scraped knees, radiant smiles, messy and all over the place, the loud music from a boom box in a skatepark, the gentle touch of sunrays kissing your skin

Song: Ain't No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell

Dike

Goddess of justice and moral order.

arrives always exactly on time

has plenty of arguments to explain why she's right

owns one of the best law firms in the business

hates not knowing things

wakes up at 5AM sharp every morning

has the coldest silver eyes and no one dares lie to her

Aesthetic:

Fresh ironed clothes, tan stilettos and pinstripe suits, cigarette smoke and glass skyscrapers, iced americanos, cold stares,  the electricity buzzing through the silence before a thunderstorm, the sharp and cold lines of perfection

Song: Truth Is by Sabrina Claudio

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Hi guys ~ 🌻

This are just character moodboards, but feel free to tag yourself if the description fits you, or comment which Greek goddess would you like to be friends with!

I only picked four minor deities, since I find them more interesting and a bit underrated. But, if you want a post with other deities, even from other ancient cultures, feel free to comment it under this post or make a request. (･ω<)☆

Also, these are tough times, so please be careful, stay safe at home and wash your hands lots. Take care of yourselves and the others, please stay healthy ❤️~\(- ω -)

P. S. Although it looks like I don't answer comments, I do read each one of them. I just have technical problems with answering them because the app doesn't always switch my accounts correctly (╥﹏╥). So I wanted to thank you here for all the wonderful comments, thank you so much for all the love, and for appreciating my work 🙏🥺❤️

Love you lots ♡＼(￣▽￣)／♡

[vibing-and-writing]

A Grove of Trees

A/N: hi!! Apologies for my inconsistent posting but life has been a crazy time recently!!! Anyways, here is the piece I will be submitting for @gingerwritess​‘s writing challenge for the prompt “a grove of trees”. Congrats on 4,000 bby!! I hope you enjoy this fic!!

Warnings: N/A (just witch tingz) 

Summary: When Bucky is sent on a stakeout to investigate ‘suspicious activity’, he meets someone unexpected instead.  

Witch!Reader X Bucky Barnes 

The day Fury told him he would be doing a stakeout, Bucky could feel the back pain coming already. Sam could call him an old man all he wanted, it still wouldn’t change the fact that Bucky hated stakeouts. Specifically stakeouts like this one that involved staying in a tiny hut in the woods, watching a cabin that has had, according to Fury, “suspicious activity” going on inside. Fury had refused to tell Bucky what “suspicious activity” had been happening, only that some of the plants of the cabin’s garden looked like something out of another realm. The plants overgrown, scoring the walls and fence of the garden, but well-loved by what seems to be a woman who only comes out once a month. Bucky found it hard to believe that one woman in the middle of the woods had caught the attention of SHIELD, so much attention that he had to be sent on a stakeout but nonetheless accepted the mission with a promise of a month-long vacation by the end of it.

It was two days into the stakeout that Bucky suggested he sneak into the cabin, but Fury strongly suggested against it saying “It’s too risky with how little we know.” When Bucky had asked about a background check on the woman, Fury said that not even their high-tech cameras could capture more than an extremely blurry picture, so blurry it couldn’t be traced. It was mysterious, to say the least, and by day three Bucky had just about had it. With a near-constant combination of a headache and back pains, Bucky was done. Putting his Avenger status to good use and a small argument with Fury, Bucky stood at the door of the cabin with strict orders to only engage if absolutely necessary. 

Bucky’s eyes settled into a glare, assessing his surroundings with expertise. The worn door has sigils and signs written with different colored chalk in a language he can’t recognize, but he goes to knock on it either way. Before his hand can touch the wood, the door swings open with a gentle whoosh. Hiding his surprise with a frown of his lips, he walks into the area with trepidation, senses on high alert. The cabin looks lived in, glass jars stand proudly near the windows, more sigils drawn on the sills. A counter is near the back of the cabin, a small cash register makes it home, with a tip jar and bell next to it. The walls are nearly filled to the brim with jars with different labels, some saying ‘protection’ or ‘luck’. Dried herbs are strewn on the rafters of the ceiling, filling the room with almost too many aromas as Bucky holds back a sneeze. Two signs near the cash register say ‘don’t see me? ring the bell!’ and ‘please don’t steal’, both seemingly hand-drawn with uneven smiley faces. Bucky walks closer to the counter with bated breath, his shoulders un-tensing without his permission as he rings the small bell. 

The twinkling of the bell seems to make the cabin come alive as Bucky hears a muffled voice come from below him. “I’ll be right up!” Bucky doesn’t bother hiding his surprise when he hears the voice. Hearing some crashes and stomps his shoulders tense up again, but he nearly jumps in surprise when he realizes his back and head don’t hurt anymore. 

There is a flurry of movement from behind the counter, a small creek being heard from what seems to be an opening in the floor. Bucky takes a step back as a woman stands in front of him behind the register, a bright smile on her face. Bucky goes to speak before he’s interrupted by the woman. “Welcome to Grove Of Trees, how can I help you?” She says it softly but with an air of confidence as if she already knows why he’s there. Heat starts creeping up his neck and cheeks, but not because of the lack of air conditioning. This woman is beautiful, though he tells her later that it’s not enough to describe her. Bucky had seen plenty of beautiful women in his 100-something years, but none of them shined as she did. Her lavender sundress only enhanced her features, the flowers in her seemed like they belonged there. Putting on his signature ‘scary face’ as Sam called it, he tries to think of something to say to her. Her expression seems to change from investigative to understanding as her eyes widen slightly. 

“Oh, so you’re the one that they called…,” she trails off with uncertainty. She even gets on her tippy toes to throw a glance over his shoulder, her eyes questioning as they land back on Bucky. Bucky looks at her slightly bewildered, his senses feeling dulled and on overdrive at the same time. “The one they called?”, he asks, thoroughly confused. The woman shakes her head, fixing her face with a small smile as she starts grabbing some vials from one of the many shelves. “Nothing for you to worry about, I’ll just have to consult the cards again, you know how finicky they can be,” she says, voice sounding similar to the bell he’d rung when he got here. Trying to ignore the calm feeling invading his senses, Bucky tries to think of the things he does know: this woman is a potential threat, this appears to be some sort of shop, and this woman is… glowing? “Mhm, yeah, for sure,” he replies with a nod, trying to sound like he understands what this mystical woman is talking about. The woman grabs a small teacup from behind the counter and a tea kettle (where she got it from he has no idea) and starts pouring some of the liquids from the vials. When Bucky gives a slight raise of his brow, she gives him a small quirk of her lips. “Your back and shoulders are tense, no? This tea should help relax you a bit,” she says, her voice soft and calm. While her voice draws him in like a siren, Bucky tries to keep his senses on high alert, reminding himself this woman is a threat. 

“Thank you, but that’s not why I’m here,” Bucky says, trying to keep his face from relaxing too much. Her expression seems somber at that, the room seeming to lose a bit of its luster, and he feels his heart sink. Bucky soldiers through the air of disappointment. “I’m investigating some suspicious activity in this area.” Her expressions seem to go from bad to worse at that, her brows furrowing, the warmth in her expression fleeting. 

Looking Bucky up and down, her eyes widen a bit in recognition before she starts putting away the vials again. “Fury sent you here didn’t he? Blessed be, how many times do I have to tell him I’m not going to be his next Avenger,” she says, grabbing more vials before waving her hands in various directions. The plants seem to stand at attention, many of the herbs on the ceiling floating gently into her hands. Her motions are quick and agitated, brows furrowing more as she continues. “How dare he, after I was kind enough to send him and his stupid lab a sample of my plants, which are my mother’s by the way, for him to send me another agent.” 

She stops her rant to look at Bucky then, who is stood in a bit of awe and confusion a growing trend as her expression softens. “At least they sent a cute one,” she mutters to herself, unaware of Bucky’s super hearing. Bucky’s blush makes its home from his ears to his neck, the woman’s words affecting them more than they probably should. She slides the teacup closer to Bucky, expression calmer as more light filters through the cabin windows. “You might as well drink it since it’s been brewed. I’m sorry to have wasted your time,” she says, her expression apologetic, if not a bit embarrassed. 

Bucky snaps out of his confusion then, mentally cursing out Fury for making him do a stakeout for no reason, especially when the woman was clearly not interested. “‘S not your fault, Fury doesn’t normally take ‘no’ for an answer,” Bucky says gently taking the cup in his gloved hand. She gives a small huff then, her expression growing less exasperated. “He likes to think I don’t notice those cameras flying around, but I just don’t need that responsibility. I’m just a flower girl in the woods,” she says, her hands blindly grabbing a vial before bringing it up to her nose. Bucky looks at questioningly before she tips the vial in his direction, a distinct smell of eucalyptus wafting at his nose. “I don’t know anything about flowers, but I can see why Fury wanted to recruit you,” he says, his shoulders relaxing as he lets the aura of the cabin envelope him. She looks at Bucky questioningly, her eyes shimmering. “Why do you say that, handsome agent?” Her tone is a bit mischievous, her smile growing. Bucky lets his lips quirk into a smile as the blush returns to his face, his heart thumping in his chest. “We don’t have anyone on the team who is like you,” he says genuinely. The room seems to get a bit brighter, but she looks disbelieving. “Don’t you have the Scarlet Witch?”, she proposed. Bucky gave her a very obvious once-over, wondering how this woman didn’t know she was the most vibrant being he’d ever seen. Wanda was an amazing person but Bucky’s instincts were telling him this woman was more than what he’d seen today. “You seem to be more than just a flower girl in the woods,” he replied, the blush still present on his cheeks. Her eyes move away from his, her hand fiddling with the vial as her face grows flustered.

Suddenly her eyes widen and her posture stiffens, the room brightening as if a light bulb had been turned on. “Oh this makes much more sense…” she says to herself. Bucky looks at her questioningly before she straightens her back and looks at him directly in the eyes, narrowed but not maliciously. Learning from the past couple of minutes, he resigns himself to the fact that this woman will probably never make full sense to him. Many emotions show quickly over her face from confusion to surprise to understanding. Seemingly settled, she looks at Bucky almost appreciatively. 

“You can tell Fury he’ll see me very soon,” she says, her voice confident. Bucky stares at her for a moment before replying tentatively, “You’re not joining just ‘cause Fury is pressuring you right? You don’t owe him anything.” Shaking her head she gives Bucky a soft look, her posture relaxed but sure. “No, you could say I have a good feeling about being an Avenger,” she says, a smirk on her lips. Bucky stares at her for a moment, trying to figure out this enigma of a woman. A sigh escapes his lips as Bucky looks at her consideringly, “If you say so.” Turning his body to leave, he feels something warm touch his hand. His head snaps towards the source, the woman now a couple of inches away, no counter between them. 

“I’m assuming I’ll be seeing you again,” she says, the contact bringing back the blush to his cheeks. Bucky tries to get rid of the haze in his head, struggling to get back any semblance of control as his heart beats loudly in his chest. “I hope so,” he replies, his voice too eager for his liking. 

She gives him a sunny smile, her eyes crinkling, and nose scrunching as she drops her hand from his. Before Bucky can be disappointed at the loss of touch, she says, “Have a good day, handsome agent.” All coy and happy, Bucky couldn’t help but smile back, the blush on his cheeks coming back full force. Continuing towards the door, all he can muster is a small wave before he walks out into the woods. 

Not far from the door stands a very smug Nick Fury, complete with a SHIELD jet waiting behind. Bucky’s smile drops from his face, a frown taking its place. “Mission completed Sarge, time for that vacation,” Furt says, his tone overly cheerful. Feeling his headache coming back already, Bucky points an accusatory finger at Fury. “Why would you send me on a useless stakeout when the woman was clearly uninterested,” he asks, already having an inkling to what the answer is. Fury gives him a small nod before replying, “She ended up saying yes didn’t she?” He says it as a rhetorical question, but not without promptly waking into the jet. 

Bucky heaves a sigh before looking back at the cabin. Focusing his ears he can hear more clangs and crashes, the vibrant woman inside doing God knows what. A smile takes its place back on his face, his heart beating faster at the thought of seeing her again.

[brelione]

The Goddess Part Two (JJ Maybank x Reader)

Part Three  Part One

The next time he saw you was at the petting zoo.He knew you’d be there but for some reason he was still shocked to see you.You hadnt seen him yet,though.It was before opening hours.He was hiding in the lower branches of a tree,watching as you sung to the goats.He couldnt even understand the words you were saying,just the sound of your voice as it hit unbelievably high notes.It was enough to make his heart thump,his chest to tighten and him to almost fall off of the tree branch he had been clinging too.Suddenly you were all that mattered to him.Nothing else existed.Just you.His eyes were almost like cameras,zooming in on you.You were wearing a white sundress that somehow hadnt gotten any dirt or goat poop on it.Your hair was messy and curly from the salt water you swam in all the time,your shiny jewelry glistening in the sunlight.You snapped your fingers,one of the smaller goats had literally jumped on you.

You giggled,holding a flower out to it.The goat got back down and they ran around their hay covered fenced in area.Your house was a good distance away from the area but it was still within his line of vision.Your family was absolutely rich but you werent kooks.You guys willingly chose to live in a shitty house.It looked shitty from the outside but JJ had never been inside.Your father had payed JJ large amounts of money to mow your lawn every tuesday.It didnt need to be mowed.You could just have the goats eat up the excess grass,or the chickens,or the cows.But little did JJ know that you were behind his weekly job.You knew that JJ didnt have a lot of money and shifted between John.B’s house and his own house,spending some nights at the beach.

You wanted JJ to have a good amount of money for anything he might need.Whether it be gas,a coffee,a new shirt,going to the laundromat.You just liked the idea of him being safe and happy all the time.Thats when he had seen you wearing that lovely sweater.You had come out of your house,placing a small jar of home made jam,a paper bag and an energy drink out on your deck before going back inside.JJ had been watching you out of the corner of his eye,blushing a bit when he realized that you were leaving him a breakfast.You left the fenced in area,the goats trying to follow you out. “Oh,dont act like you dont get all the attention in the world!”You had said quietly to them as they stared up at you.

JJ didnt even wonder how he had heard it from where he was.You were walking towards the tree with a light blue bag.JJ cursed,trying to move higher up in the tree.He hadnt even noticed that he was in the branches above the cows.There were six cows total,two of which were extremely fluffy.When you got to the fence only a few feet away from him you looked over at the tree. “Hey.”You nodded before opening the light blue bag.His eyebrows furrowed,stunned by how casual you were being. “Hi.”He replied,his voice sounding hoarse.He mentally slapped himself,clearing his throat quietly. “You know we dont let anyone pet the goats or hold the chickens until 10.What’s up?”You asked,taking fistfulls of food out of the light blue bag as cows approached you.He rolled his eyes so far back in his head he should’ve been able to see his brain,resting his head against the tree bark.Why did you have to be like this?He actually wanted to talk to you,to have a conversation and make you giggle. 

“I mow your lawn on Tuesday’s,princess.”He reminded you.You raised your eyebrows as you pet one of the cows. “J,its monday.”You huffed as you let another cow eat oats straight out of your hand.He scoffed. “It is not-”He paused to take out his phone,checking the day. “Shit.”He groaned.You smiled. “Its fine,JJ.Have you eaten today?”You asked.He grumbled something. “What?”You asked.He sighed. “I said,why do you care?”He asked.You shrugged,tossing out more oats. “Breakfast is really important for you guys.”You replied,eyes going wide when you realized what you said.He squinted. “What?You mean poor people?”He asked,aggravated.You shook your head. “No,JJ.Thats not what I mean at all.You’re a growing boy,you need to eat.”You explained yourself.He hopped down from the tree,towering over you.

You stared up at him.He stared at you with admiration.Your eyes were slightly puffy from just waking up,the whites of your eyes slightly pink.You smelled like peaches,cookie dough and ocean.It was a strange concoction but somehow it was pleasant.You were wearing cute socks that had winnie the pooh on them.You werent wearing shoes though,just the socks and the dress. “So um...I have to collect the chicken eggs.Do you want breakfast or a coffee or something?”You asked,playing with your bracelets.As much as he hated you-or at least as he pretended to hate you he was really hungry.He wasnt hungry.He just wanted to be around you.He shrugged. “Okay,but that doesnt make us friends.”he pointed at you.You nodded,biting back a smile. “Wouldnt dream of it.”You replied.He followed you to the chicken coop. “Morning ladies!”You exclaimed as you opened the nesting boxes,placing the eggs in an egg carton. “Um….Im sorry JJ,but could you please hold this?”You asked,gesturing toward the egg carton.

He held out his hands and you thanked him quietly,handing him the egg carton.Perhaps if he really hated you as much as he said he did he would drop the eggs on purpose.But he didnt.You apologized a few times for the long walk to the house from the chicken coop.You struggled to open the door,kicking it open.He just followed you to the kitchen.Your house was….it was just kind of beautifully chaotic.Murals across the walls,mermaids,a sunset with beautiful blue waves.Your kitchen had white tiles on the floor,marble counter tops and a white fridge.The table had a white tablecloth that was covered with flower print.You placed the two egg cartons you had been carrying down.You jumped a bit when you moved your elbow,feeling JJ right behind you. “Sorry.”You mumbled,moving out of the way.He grinned at how nervous he was making you right now.Usually it was the other way around.Your kitchen smelled like bread and strawberries.His nose was correct.

He spotted jars of strawberry jam and saw a loaf of bread wrapped in parchment paper. “What do you want for breakfast?”You asked him.He glanced at the bread and jam on the countertops.You turned,getting the message.You told him to sit down at the table and he couldnt help but feel a bit uneasy.He’d never been inside your house before.He looked outside your kitchen window to see your garden.Your garden was kind of famous.Lemon and peach trees,berry bushes,flowers,herbs,garlic and potatoes.People from figure 8 would call your father when they were in need of bread,biscuits,muffins,cakes,jellys,jams,eggs.

Basically anything.A good amount of families had hosted birthdays at your house and you’d help your father bake the cakes,usually making spaghetti or mac and cheese for the children.And now JJ was sitting at your kitchen table about to dine like a king free of charge.He took this chance to ask you some questions about yourself,knowing youd probably answer honestly without thinking about it because you were currently busy. “So like...whats the deal with your mom?”He asked.You shrugged your shoulders as you spread jam across a slice of bread. “She dropped me off at the door then disappeared.”You replied.Youd been over the story dozens of times,no emotions even ties to the story at this point.He nodded. “That sucks.”You giggled quietly at the statement.You really didnt care.She made her choice and your father made his. 

“So what do you do all day in this house?You never go anywhere.You got a lot of boyfriends that come around?”He asked.You sighed as you cut up an apple.You smiled to yourself.That was the stupidest thing youd ever heard. “I go places.”You retaliated.He scoffed. “Where?Where have you gone?”He asked.You blushed from the realization. “I go to the beach.”You replied,looking over your shoulder. “You need to get out more.Half the people on this island dont even know you exist.”He watched how your body moved as you arranged the apples into a flower. “Okay.”Was all you had do say before you placed the plate down in front of him. “You want some coffee?”you asked.He shook his head. 

“Sit down.”He suggested.He was telling you what to do in your own house.That was probably the strangest thing that had happened for you that week.You sat across from him,tapping on the wooden table. “thanks,(Y/N).”He mumbled quietly.You just nodded.He stared down at his plate,not touching the food. “You’re not gonna eat anything?”He asked.You shook your head. “Not up for it,I already had a coffee today.”You replied.He nodded. “You werent freaked out over the fact I was in one of your trees...why?”He asked.You just shrugged. “A lot of weird stuff happens in my life,believe it or not.”You replied,watching him pull apart his bread and stuff it in him mouth. “So...um….are you gonna leave when youre done with breakfast?”You asked.He grinned. “Wow,trying to get rid of me already?”He asked.You huffed. “Its not like that!Im just trying to figure out what my plan is for the day.”You explained yourself.He nodded.

 “Its not like you’ve got any big plans.I think im gonna stay around here just to spite you.”He smiled.You nodded. “Okay.”You replied.He ran his hand through his hair. “Im kidding.”He replied.You nodded. “Right.I mean I guess you could stay here if you want.”You offered.He chewed his bottom lip. “What if you come with me to the beach and surf for a while?Ive heard you’re okayish as surfing.”He smirked.You scratched your collarbone. “Uh...okay.Okay.”You mumbled awkwardly.You couldnt believe you had just agreed to hang out with JJ Maybank of all people.He hated you.You just had to hope that he wouldnt murder you or something.His eyes widened. “Yeah?You’re gonna come over to the dark side with me?”He asked,smile widening.You grinned. “Dont make me regret it.”You mumbled,getting up from the table.He heard you go up the stairs and he let out a loud sigh.He really just did that.

He wiped his palms of his shorts,blinking hard.He was gonna spend the day with you.He couldnt mess this up.That being said you already thought he hated you and he was kind of a bitch to you but now you would get to actually hang out with him.This was his chance to become your friend.He ate the rest of his breakfast as quickly as he could,placing the plate in the sink.He heard you come back down stairs.He turned to send you a teasin remark but his jaw fell,eyes going wide when he saw what you were wearing.That sweater.You had changed out of the dress,now wearing black shorts,flip flops and that sweater that looked unbelievably amazing on you. “Uh-youre ready to go?”He asked.You nodded.The two of you walked out and you stopped to grab your surfboard. “I know a good surf spot.”He told you.You nodded.He took you down some old dirt roads and a small path through the woods.WHen you came out of the woods you were on pale hot sand,shells and small smooth rocks sprinkling across the land. “The waves are kinda small but theyll get bigger.”He said,sitting down. “Thats what she said.”You grinned to yourself.

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Accidental Love - Part 1

Hello people of tumblr! I’m back with another 2 part short! This time it is a Shadamy inspired by an ask given by @muffinbuttonfan to one of my best friends and fellow writers @another-sonic-blog! Please be sure to also check ASB’s version Love Potion

STORY SUMMARY: All Amy Rose ever wanted was to have Sonic love her back. But when a mistake with a love potion turns her world upside-down, will she chose an old or new love?

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ps. I didn’t proof read this, so apologies a head of time for errors ;)

~Part 1: The Mistake~

“Come on, Sonic! Just take a sip!”

“No, Amy, I’m not thirsty.”

“But I made it special for you!”

“Why are you being so insistent? It’s just a smoothie…”

Sonic’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Amy skeptically. She was standing before him with bright, pleading viridian eyes, and her little button nose twitched as she thought about the answer to his very simple question. She was wearing a different dress from her usual red and white trimmed one; a flowing soft pink sundress that gently fluttered in the summer breeze. And as he squinted, he noticed she’d put make-up on. It was something she hardly ever did, and as a result it was a bit sloppy. He would’ve thought it was cute if it wasn’t for the fact that Amy tended to only put in this amount of effort when she was up to something.

He looked down at the offered drink in her hand. It looked innocent enough, a watermelon pink with small flecks of red, indicating small bursts of fresh strawberries. It looked good enough that he almost took it from her, especially since it was a hot summer day and the cold, icey, sweet drink. Almost. However he had fallen for her tricks in the past and he didn’t plan on doing so again. In the past, she had resorted to sleep medicine to kidnap him on a date. He shivered at the memory. And as if to confirm his suspicions, Amy broke eye contact and looked off to the side while shuffling her feet.

“Just… I-I wanted to give you something nice on a hot day like today. I figured with all the running around that you do, you might want to have a cold smoothie… 

“I put protein in it.” She added as though this would be enough to convince him to take the drink. 

He scoffed and folded his arms across his chest as he looked her over.

“If there’s nothing wrong with it, then you won’t mind taking a sip before I drink it.”

Now it was Amy’s turn to narrow her eyes on her hero. She didn’t understand where the lack of trust was coming from, it wasn’t like she was gonna drug him… that hadn’t worked. Well, can I blame him? Especially considering I diiiid put love potion in the drink… She hadn’t planned on giving it to him, at least not at first. 

She’d been window shopping with Cream in Station Square, and as they’d passed one of their favorite clothing stores, she had noticed a small shop that was wedged between the store and the alley. It was a store that Amy had never seen before despite having passed by this spot multiple times in the last few months. Stranger still, the store front looked like it had lived in the corner for fifty years.

Amy stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes following the curves of aged wood, peeling white paint, and landed on a small hanging sign that read in faded cursive: Regina’s Apothecary and Oddities.

Cream hadn’t wanted to go in, but the pink hedgehog ignored her friend’s pleas. Something was calling to her, whispering in her ear… and before she knew it she had twisted the rusty, iron door knob and entered the shop with the tinkle of a bell. The inside was full of shelves that seemed to carry on for miles into the store. Which should’ve been impossible considering the size of the exterior. The floor was made up of aged wood that at one point had been an attractive light brown, but was now almost black from spilled substances and ground-in dirt. There was a light mist of dust in the air, and barely any lighting to brighten the store. Bottles filled with herbs, unknown liquids and powders filled the shelves. Each one a different color, and size, each one carefully labeled and priced. 

The ones closest to the door were sparkling in the small stream of sunlight that filtered through the foggy windows at the front of the shop. But as Amy looked at the ones a bit further away, she could make out a thin layer of dust settling onto the glass. Curiosity peaked, Amy made her way deeper into the store. Cream followed close behind, her trembling hands clinging to the hem of Amy's dress in a death grip. Her large brown eyes frantically darted around the store as they reached the dust covered bottles. Amy lifted a hand and wiped away dust to read the label. An Eye for an Eye.

“Looking to give someone a taste of their own medicine, dearie?”

The two young girls jumped and screamed, their arms instinctively wrapping around each other as the two turned to see an old, female cat. She smiled at the two girls from behind half-mooned glasses. One of her eyes was a startling amber color that shone as brightly and richly as the sun, while the other was white and unseeing. She chuckled and leaned forward on her cane.

“Sorry dearies, didn’t mean to frighten you. I’ve been told by other customers that I should wear a bell.” She laughed at her own joke while shaking her head. The two girls just stared at her with wide eyes and open mouths. The longer they stood staring at the old feline the more unsettled both girls felt. There was something in the air that hadn’t been there before, and it caused their hearts to race, and trepidation began to worm its way into them.

“Now don’t just stand there staring dearies, what can I help you with? I have a potion for any conceivable thing you could wish for!” She hobbled closer to the girls with a wide gaping smile, forcing them to press themselves against the shelves. Little tinks and clinks from jostled bottles rang through the air, but that didn’t stop the old feline from putting her hand beneath Cream’s cheek. The poor girl stood petrified, her large brown eyes close to tears.

“Maybe you want a way to grow up faster, but be careful that you pick the right potion. You may end up with one that will not change your age but make you taller than a skyscraper.” The woman cackled in humor, but it only served to make the young bunnie cower behind Amy.

“Oh, maybe a potion of courage for the young rabbit. I sense a wish to be brave in the face of danger. Do you have a tendency to run away, dearie?”

“L-leave her alone!” Amy finally managed to exclaim, her arm shooting out to block Cream from view. 

The elder’s one good eye moved slowly to stare at her, while the other one stayed still and stared ahead. The eye was unwavering, and as it bore into Amy, she felt as though she was clawing through the young girl’s very soul. Searching for her innermost desires, emotions and fears. Amy felt a mental shiver at the sight, but refused to expose any fear in front of the old female. The cat’s lips curled upwards, and her only remaining fang glinted in the small amount of light.

“My eye can see there is no need for courage with you. Your determination rivals that of the most passionate minds of all time,” the female lifted herself on her tiptoes, and looked Amy up and down with her golden eye. 

“Hmmm, maybe beauty…” The feline’s hand snapped out quicker than lightning and grabbed Amy’s hand, swiftly removing the white glove in one fluid motion.

“Hey!” Amy cried out, and tried to remove her hand, but the hold was ironclad. The shopkeeper’s tail flicked back and forth as her fingers brushed over the lines in Amy’s palm like the kiss of butterfly wings.

“You have a male who refuses to reciprocate your heart’s desire, do you not?”

Amy’s face twisted in horrified shock, and she once again tried to remove her hand but to no avail.

“No! How do you -”

“I can give you something that will make every male turn their eyes to you. A potion to make you the most beautiful female on Mobius. At a price of course,” the feline’s raspy voice cackled once more. 

“No, thank you.” Amy stated firmly and finally succeeded in removing her hand from the cat’s grip. She turned, grabbing hold of Cream's hand and made for the door.

“Come on, Cream, let’s go.”

The small girl nodded in agreement, and quickened her pace. She wanted to leave the creepy store and more importantly, away from the terrifying feline who lurked the dusty isles. 

“Not interested in vain looks, admirable. But what would you say to a... love potion?”

Amy’s feet stopped, and her ears twitched backwards in curiosity. A love potion. Something that she had read about in old books when she’d been researching ways to make a male turn their attention to her. She had thought that it was a myth, a legend that was as fragile as the pages she read the inked words on. However, an odd hope, no, desire, was awoken within her at the old shopkeeper’s tempting offer. Something about this store had called to her the moment it had appeared. The way it had appeared also solidified an odd weight to the elder’s words. It was a mysterious shop, with a shopkeeper, who while being creepy, was also oddly eccentric. Something about her told Amy that her offer was not an empty promise, and that this potion likely had a chance of working. How could she pass that up?

“Amy…?” Cream tentatively asked, her arm pulled at Amy’s, trying to guide the girl from the store. She looked up to plead with Amy, but she saw that fire burning in Amy’s eyes that only ever appeared when she was thinking about her next scheme to win the heart of her love. And when it came to Sonic and romance, there was nothing that could stop Amy from doing what she wanted.

“Love potion?” She whispered with her back still turned to the old feline.

Seeing that she had finally hooked one of the girls, the shopkeeper grinned from pointed ear to pointed ear.

“Oh yes. A harmless substance, meant to unlock the cage of the heart. Just a drop would be enough to turn your beau’s eyes in your direction.”

Amy’s body twitched, and Cream felt panic rise to her throat. She knew where this was going.

“Come on Amy… let’s just go.”

Unfortunately it was too late… Amy turned and tilted her head.

“And you’re sure this works?” She asked, taking a step closer to the cat. The elder smiled, and pulled her shaky finger twice diagonally across her chest.

“Cross my heart and call me a witch. 100% satisfaction guaranteed.”

“And it won’t hurt him, or make him grow an eleventh toe or some other crazy side effect?” She was almost to the old female now. The cat scoffed and made a face that looked like she was offended.

“I use only organic ingredients, and a splash of white magic, of course.”

“Amy… I really think we should just -”

“Show me.”

Amy moved forward and out of Cream’s grip, leaving the girl standing alone. Cream moaned in distress and looked at the door with wistfulness before following her friend deeper into the store.

They walked for a few minutes, while the tapping of a wooden cane was all that could be heard. Finally they reached a shelf with pink and red bottles. The shopkeeper ran her finger over several bottles, muttering all the while.

“Mother Knows Best, no… Scarlet L, well that’ll give desire, but not love… Puppy Love, no. Ah! Here we are!” Her raspy voice announced excitedly as she rubbed the label on an elegantly shaped bottle. As the dust cleared, they could see a very soft pearl shine on the pink glass, and the bottom of the bottle curve upwards into an inverted tear-drop. There was a crystal heart stopper plugged neatly into the opening, and the whole item was no larger than a jam jar.

The old feline blew on the bottle, and then thrust it into Amy’s hand.

“There ya are dearie! One Eternal Love potion for one lucky blue hedgehog!”

 Cream almost gasped in surprise. How did this stranger know that Amy’s crush was a blue hedgehog?! She looked over at Amy, expecting the girl to be just as aghast, but instead Amy was smiling with jubilant eyes at the crystal vial in her hand. Either she hadn’t heard the old female, or she simply didn’t care.

“How much do I owe you?” She asked, and almost as if in a trance, Amy’s hand reached into her dress pocket and pulled out her wallet. The elder shook her head and pushed Amy’s hand down.

“No dearie. I deal in many worlds and places, your rings will do me no good!”

Amy’s ears drooped, and she felt her earlier excitement dwindle as a flame dying on a candle wick.

“Don’t worry, dearie, you may have something I want…”

“Tell me!” Amy replied, her face bright and hope once again filling her heart. Her desire outweighed her caution, and she was almost willing to give just about anything in return to have the potion.

“Do you wear those bracelets everyday?”

Amy blinked in confusion for a moment before looking down at her golden bracelets. She had worn them for as long as she could remember and usually forgot that they were even there.

“Yes, I do. Did you want them?” 

She was hesitant to give up her favorite accessory, but then again she could always buy another pair, whereas she felt an odd sensation that this was her only chance to purchase the one thing that could give her what she wanted most. Sonic the Hedgehog’s heart.

“One will do dear. Gold worn by a pure maiden in love is difficult to come by.”

The fact that she didn’t have to give up both was enough to motivate Amy. Cream watched the scene unfolding in disbelief. How could Amy be so ready to trust this weird cat? It almost seemed like the young girl was under a spell. Amy quickly pulled her hand through a bracelet, and handed it over. The old witch snatched the jewelry like an angry viper, and shoved it quickly into her pocket.

“I don’t accept returns, dearie.” The old feline said hurriedly, and then began shoving the girls out of her shop.

“Now, I really must close, it’s time for me to do some cleaning. Enjoy your love!”

And with a final tinkle and slam of the door, the girls were back outside.

“Amy! Mobius to Amy!”

Amy blinked, her mind muddled from the memory. She looked up and saw Sonic staring at her with a concerned look. Right. She was with Sonic and trying to get him to drink the smoothie…

“Sorry, Sonic!”

“Jeez! If you weren’t so young, I would’ve thought you were having a stroke! Is everything okay?” Sonic stepped forward and looked closer at her face, trying to see if she was sick. Amy felt her cheeks burst into flame from their close proximity, and took the opportunity to shove the drink into his chest.

“I will be, once you drink this smoothie.” She replied with a smile. All concern immediately washed off Sonic’s face to be replaced with annoyance.

“Oh right… almost forgot. But it seems you also forgot that I’m not gonna take one sip of that until you try it first.”

Amy sighed in frustration. Chaos this hedgehog was stubborn. Well what's the harm right? I mean I already love him so drinking it shouldn’t do anything to me. She looked up at his smirking face, oh how she wanted that smirk to turn to a loving smile. To have infatuation gleam from those emerald eyes rather than arrogance. So she called his bluff.

“Fine, if taking a drink will convince you of my good intentions, then I’ll do it.”

She closed her eyes, and placed her lips around the straw and sucked. Sweet strawberry and banana flooded her mouth, and cooled her warm cheeks.

“Mmmm, see Sonic, it’s tasty!” But when she opened her eyes, Sonic was no longer in front of her. She blinked, but he still didn’t appear. Confused, Amy quickly turned around to look for him, when she bumped quite roughly into someone. The chest her head connected with was hard, and she saw stars at the edge of her vision. Smoothie splashed onto her pretty peony dress, and the unfortunate soul she had smashed into.

“Oh sorry! I didn’t mean to -” Her apology died on her lips when she looked up into the most blood red eyes she had ever seen. Beautiful, she thought.

“Chaos-dammit! You got smoothie all over this damn jacket Rouge forces me to wear. I’m never gonna hear the end of it.”

Amy blinked dumbly, unable to peel her gazed from his fiery eyes. They sucked her in, made her heart tremble, and her mind go blank. 

“Sorry, Amy!” Sonic called as he came up behind her, his hands clasped together in apology, “I saw an old lady with a cane struggling to cross the road,” He laughed nervously at his excuse for ditching the girl. He’d learned from past experience that abandoning her was never a good idea.

“You know me, I can never turn my back on a lady in need!”

When she didn’t respond, and instead kept a steady gaze on the person in front of them, he tilted his head. Usually she would gush over what a gentleman he was for helping someone in need, but she barely even seemed to register that he was there. He looked up to see who had the girl’s attention and was surprised to see a dark, and pissed off hedgehog.

“Oh, hey, Shadow. Surprised to see you walking about during the day,” Sonic laughed, causing a growl to emit from Shadow. Sonic removed his hand from Amy’s shoulder and brought his hand to his chin as he looked the glaring hedgehog over. He noticed the pink drink dripping from ebony fur and leather jacket.

“Oh, looks like you did me a favor!” The hero laughed again, placing a hand on Shadow’s shoulder. The ebony male growled and smacked Sonic’s hand away.

“Don’t touch me with those weak hands, faker.”

Sonic smirked, and folded his arms, his lids lowered mockingly.

“Oh? Someone wake up on the wrong side of the cyro sleeper today?”

Shadow growled once more, his fists clenching in anger. He was about to insult the blue hero further when suddenly a pink barrier popped up between him and his object of hate. Both male hedgehogs looked down in confusion to see Amy standing with her legs spread in a firm stance, and her hands shoving into their chests. They’d forgotten that Amy was there, and she was looking back and forth between them with a stern expression.

“Stop it!” She commanded. Shadow rolled his eyes at the dramatic display, here we go. Another lecture from the number one Sonic Fangirl, on how to play nice with the blue imbecile. He really had no time for this, all he’d wanted to do was try a new cafe that had opened up and raved about their bitter americano. All he wanted was to drink an ice cold, bitter, refreshing drink, and yet he was cursed by these two idiots. Screw it, I’ll just -

“Don’t you dare talk to Shadow like that! He didn’t do anything wrong, I was the one that bumped into him!”

A pregnant silence fell upon the hedgehog trio as both males looked at each other and then back to the young girl in shock. She wasn’t glaring at Shadow like she normally would have. No, instead she was glaring fiercely at her self-proclaimed boyfriend.

“Shadow is the Ultimate Life Form! You should show him some respect!”

Silence. Sonic blinked rapidly, and stuck a finger into his ear to clean out any imaginary wax.

“Uh, Ames… what are you saying?” The hero asked, his expression was entirely stunned and confused, a comical look for the self assured hero, if the situation hadn’t been so bizarre. Amy huffed and stuck out her bottom lip before grabbing Shadow’s arm. She yanked it to her chest and stared at Sonic from behind it while sticking out her tongue.

“Wow! You really are dumb! Do I need to repeat myself twice?”

Sonic’s mouth popped open like a toaster, and his eyes flicked from Amy’s aggressive sneer to Shadow’s frozen face. What in Chaos's name is going on?

“HAHAHAHA!”

Sonic and Amy jumped from the unexpected sound, and were surprised to discover that it was Shadow laughing his ass off. Neither of Mobious’ heroes had ever seen Shadow smile let alone full belly laugh before. 

“Looks like someone finally grew a brain! How does it feel to have your fangirl burn you like that faker?” Shadow chuckled some more before removing his arm from Amy’s grip.

“Well this has been interesting, but playtime is over.” His expression had returned to its usual glower, and he turned to make his way to his destination. He had only made it one step when he was yanked backwards by a pink hedgehog.

“Where are you going? Can I come?”

Shadow looked over his shoulder in disbelief to see Amy holding his hand and staring up at him with large puppy-dog eyes. What the fu -

“Amy! What the heck is going on? Is this some kind of joke or trick?!” Sonic exclaimed, his expression deeply concerned now. Amy was acting completely out of character as though someone else had taken control of her body. He had hardly ever seen her talk to the ebony anti-hero, let alone cling to Shadow like… well like she did with him.

Amy turned to look at Sonic once more, but she didn’t let go of Shadow’s hand.

“Nothing’s ‘going on.’ I just want to spend time with Shadow.”

Shadow flinched at the words, just what was this girl playing at? Spending time with someone she constantly berated as being ‘no fun,’ ‘dark and gloomy,’ and just plain mean. It was unbelievable, impossible. However, here she was, desperately holding onto his hand, and against his better judgement, he felt something stir within him.

“Seriously, Amy! You trying to make me jealous with another guy is so overused. Just drop the act!”

“What are you talking about?” Amy scoffed, and smiled sweetly up at Shadow. Shadow felt his heart stop for a single beat as he stared into clear jade pools of adoration. A look so honest and so raw that it cut through all of his barriers and walls, and pierced his ice-cold heart. Then those sloppily painted lips part, and a voice sweeter than honey announced,

“Shadow’s my boyfriend, of course I want to spend time with him!”

[artofabeginner]

The Totally Not Normal Train Station

There is something to be said about the aura in a train station. People bustling to and from different places, unaware of how time stands still as they wait. There is something to be said about the people that use the train station located on E. Federal Dr. They are the type of people who care little for the rules of the universe or the rules of time.

For example, see that man with the extremely tall top hat? The one who looks like he came out of the 1850′s? His name is Michael Kain, he is not in fact from the 1850′s. He is from the 2080′s. Shocker right. Don’t worry, top hats don’t come back into fashion. He’s on his way to a convention. 

Don't look shocked, here. Look at that woman in the sun dress, now I know what you are thinking, “Why is she wearing a sundress on this cold and chilly winter day.” It's because it’s not. In fact, she is currently living in last summer. I think she's on her way to meet her date.  How do I know? Look at the date on her ticket and the flowers in her other hand. Spooky right? Not really, I know her. She likes  to relive this one, not entirely sure why.

  Look at that child over there. The boy with the blonde hair and the blue eyes, who is currently wearing a red striped shirt and jeans. You didn’t notice him before? No shocker there, that's the point. His job is to look as generic as possible. Why? I just told you, it's his job. 

  Now look at that dog over there, isn’t it cute? No nothing is wrong with the dog, it's just a dog I wanted to point out, sheesh. Now that alley cat over there, that ain’t no cat. Look at it closely, look at its fur, how it flickers in and out of sight? How it glides through the shadows, how no one notices it as it curls through their legs. It's familiar of course. And if there is a familiar there's a witch! 

Look at that man over there, he is the only one who acknowledges it. What do you mean how do I know! Look at him, he keeps peering towards it as he reads that newspaper upside down, he is clearly the witch. Look at his bag, can you see the herbs poking out? Don’t worry, it's basil. Stop freaking out, Basil is used for protection, which he so clearly needs.

Ugh, look behind him, that man in the shadows, it’s a federal agent. Oh, come now, did you really think the feds wouldn’t be looking for him? What for? For magic use obviously! Of course, it's a bit too late for a protective spell, can’t do much against the law I suppose. 

Now that woman over there is interesting, I’m not 100% sure what she is. I mean there are so many different races it's hard to keep track! No, stupid. I’m not talking about human races; I’m talking about aliens. She could be a martin, but they don’t usually appear as a woman. Although, that would be the greatest disguise. 

Now, now. Ignore her, she isn’t looking for trouble, that person in the corner, by those trash cans, now they're looking for some trouble. In fact, from the looks of it, they're about to start a fight with the woman standing next to them. Of course, that won’t do anything, seeing as she's a ghost and last I checked you can't punch a ghost. Believe me.

Oh, here comes the train. No, don’t get on. It’s not ours, it's theirs. You clearly haven’t been here before. There are multiple trains that go through this station some are for us, and some are for the others. This one in particular houses the circus. No not a circus, THE circus. That woman in the corner is going to get on, so is that man near the stairs. It’s funny though, seeing as they are on opposing sides, of course THE train is the only place they will get any privacy! Star crossed lovers obviously. It's like you've never been in love with the killer clown of the opposite circus, whose leader is a master sorcerer who is threatening to kill your mother. 

Oh, Look at that woman who's just come down the stairs. Her name is Emily Van Weber. She runs this train station. She is very powerful, so I wouldn’t talk to her. Of course, she is powerful, her last name is Weber? As in of the Weber family? As in the world best time weavers? Wanna know something funny? She was supposed to take over the family business, but then she took a trip to Venus and fell in love with this alien who I believes’ human name is Ken, so she ditched everything and made a bunch of  underground, illegal train stations, like this one, who defy the laws of time and space. She is technically wanted by the entire galaxy. She also runs an underground bunny smuggling operation. Yeah yeah, keep laughing, but there are times and places that don’t have bunnies and will pay a lot for some.

Now that man next to her is definitely not Ken. I think he’s Alexander Murdoch. The future president. Don’t worry, you won’t live to see him rule. He's super corrupt, but like he’s chill with the place existing, so long as we hook him up with 1920’s dishwashers. Hey! It's actually the most smuggled item in his time, you can make a load of money, and it's super illegal. Like “punished by death” illegal. Eh, I'm not sure why, I don't take trips to his time often, it's quite boring really, and by this time the protests have quieted and the people are complacent, which is clearly no fun.

Don’t look down trodden. Here, look at this badge. Yes, I know it looks worthless, but it's from a rebel group a couple of years after his “death”, don't question the quotation marks, and I am a part of it. They totally tear down the government and like it's pretty dope. Why wouldn’t I be? It's a rebellion!  

Alright, quiet down, I want to hear their conversation. Well I want to know what type of dishwasher he’s looking for, so I can get it first. I'm going to sell it to him obviously. Ugh, okay so here's how the deal between them works, she doesn't need to get it for him, but as long as someone who works or uses the trains sells it to him then it's fine. Don't be like that, I am a part of the rebellion, I am also making money on the side. Yeah, it's a bit manipulative, but it's not like the rebels know about this place, besides we’ve tried to start a rebellion sooner, but there is only so much one can change.

Is that... Oh crap, Stand in front of me. No not like that, like this. Now don’t look at me, it'll blow my cover.  That woman over there, the one who just showed up, the one in the wedding dress. We aren't on great terms, in fact most of the people here aren't on good terms with her. She is probably going to her wedding, or well one of them at least. She is literally married to someone in each era. It keeps her cover up. She is looking for a way to bring her true love back. Doesn't seem hard I know, considering time means nothing in these parts. But here's the thing, her love doesn’t exist. Okay, okay, wait till she leaves and I’ll explain.

Did she get on the train? Good. That means she's headed for the 80’s, interesting.  Anyway, like her love used to exist, but then she was caught committing this suuuper bad crime, so they uncreated her? I can't tell you what she did, just that I helped catch her. Which, in hindsight I feel bad for, considering I kind of agree with her. But that's not important anymore, she can't be brought back because she no longer exists. Don't look so scared, you wouldn't even be able to commit the kinda crime that would get you uncreated, your body literally would not survive it.

On another note, have you seen that man that was standing at the stairwell, when she came in? He entered the train? Great, just great. Well I was supposed to meet him a couple years ago, thought I would explain myself to him, but seeing as he's already popped into the 80’s and I really don't like the 80’s, I’ll see him some other time. No, the 1980′s are fine, in talking about the 3080′s. It's kind of a mess. Don’t worry about it, just some mega virus turning people into mindless pigs. Eh, they figure it out, but y'know, a lot of people get sick, and I really can't deal with it. 

Welp. Guess that's that. Where am I going? Nowhere, you’re leaving. Well, your train is here, and you have to go. Tell you what, if you find this place again, I’ll be waiting. I’ll tell you more next time. But for now, you have to go. Or else, you'll be here for another couple hours, and you don't have that kind of time. Heh, time.  Hurry the trains going to leave!

Goodbye! See you in a couple of years! Stay away from milk, trust me! Also stay away from your parrot. Oh, did I say that out loud?  Don’t worry about it! Bye!

As I said before, there something about the train station on E. Federal Dr. Just like there is something about the train Station on SW. Kentucky RD. Or on NE. Venusian St. It’s not the fact that technically these streets don't exist or that the train station cannot be found by those who don't deserve to find it. But rather. it's about those who are considered worthy of it that really make the place what it is. I mean, who decides that a smuggler, a ghost, a killer clown, a spy, an alien, and you are all worthy? The aura of this place, an aura filled with the weirdest of things, time and space and hope and power and love and hate. This aura that shouldn't exist, but does. It is the aura of the worthy, and only those who understand that enter.

[killmongerdreams]

dinner [dissonance extra #1]

summary // There’s more to James than just being a god.

warnings // extreme cuteness

notes // here’s the first of my dissonance extra scenes! i hope you guys enjoy!

Y/N leads James by the hand through the farmer’s market, sporting a bright smile as he sulks behind her. It was an ungodly hour in the morning, the sun still a serene orange glow in the sky. James’ eyes watered with exhaustion behind his sunglasses. 

He loved the happy, skipping flower goddess, but he was not a goddamn morning person. 

“Oh, don’t be so grumpy.” Y/N tugs on his hand, giggling. “Mornings are the best thing in the world.”

“Easy for you to say.” James grumbles, yawning. “You thrive off seeing the best in even the most terrible things, like mornings. Seriously, what kind of sadist actually enjoys throwing sleep away? You, apparently. I’m marrying a sadist.”

“I think that’s the most I’ve heard you say since you’ve woken up this morning.” Y/N laughs again, and James’ frown only deepens.

“You mean since you yanked me out of a wonderful, deep sleep against my will? This is kidnapping, love. I could go to the authorities with this.”

Y/N rolls her eyes fondly. “You’re theatrical.”

“Oh, little one, you haven’t even seen theatrical yet.”

James thinks Y/N has more than reaped the benefits the farmer’s market. They find themselves walking - more like staggering, in James’ opinion - the path to Y/N’s home with arms full of paper bags filled to the brim with an ungodly amount of produce. He forces the door open with a bit of his magic, keeping a careful eye on the little goddess as she nearly trips over the threshold.

He’s pretty sure she has the bag full of eggs, and god forbid those smash to the floor. Though - it wouldn’t have been a problem had she not nearly bought out the entire egg stand.

James huffs out a breath of relief as she places her bags safely on the counter.

“Oh, thank you, fate. We all made it here in one piece.” James feigns wiping sweat off his forehead. “I thought we weren’t gonna make it.”

Y/N casts him a glare over her shoulder, heart warming as he smiles big, laugh lighting up the room. “Dramatic.”

His eye drops into a wink. “You know it, little one.”

“Quit gabbing and help me put these away, mister.” Y/N opens the fridge, removing old food from the shelf to replace it with the things she’s bought. 

James goes to the counter to start unbagging what they amassed this morning. “What are you going to do with all of this?”

“You, sir are going to cook dinner for me tonight.” Y/N grins at the brow he raises her way. 

“What makes you think I can cook?”

“Ilyse.”

James rolls his eyes. “That traitor.”

James stands at the counter dicing vegetables, barefoot and shirtless, only in a pair of jeans that Y/N forced him to buy.  She’s lounging on her couch in one of her usual sundresses, book in her hands and Lumina in her lap.

He finally let that aggravating feline come topside, and she was loving every minute of it. She relished in the attention the goddess gave her, behaving just like the little kitten she made herself be. 

“Spoiled brat.” James comments under his breath, and Lumina just waves a paw at him, eyes shining smugly. 

“You’re so mean to her.” Y/N turns the page, sparing James an admonishing look. 

“Well, she’s stealing all of your attention.” James narrows his eyes at the feline as she snuggles closer to his fiancé. “Here I am, wearing denim of all things, slaving over a hot stove like an ordinary human, and I’ve yet to get any of your attention.”

“Here we go with the dramatics, again.” Y/N laughs, the sound like a tinkling bell, gently moving Lumina to the arm rest as she rises to her feet. She slides behind James as he continues his knife work, confident and quick. Her hands slide cheekily over his stomach, moving lower to tug on the belt loops of his pants. “I like these on you.”

“Denim is atrocious and you should be condemned for having me wear these, no matter how “incognito” it makes me.” He scoffs, turning over the rack of lamb as he slices between the bone in even portions. “And quit trying to solicit me, woman. I’m cooking.”

“You’ve been particularly ornery today.” Y/N ignores him, pressing open-mouthed kisses against the back of his neck. He sighs, ever so quietly. “I think I can fix that.”

“Who are you and what did you do with my future wife, minx?” James chuckles, shaking his head fondly. He turns his head as she rises on her toes, meeting her in a gentle kiss over his shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you more, handsome.” she wraps her arms around his waist, watching interestedly as he turns on the stove, oiling a pan and setting it on high heat. “Herb-crusted lamb, on a bed of vegetable quinoa with a side of roasted potatoes.”

“Sounds fancy.” Y/N kisses his cheek. 

“Only the best for you, little one.”

[lifesanssin]

I just want you to do #7 with your alchemist. I don't care what other prompt or what pairing you pick, I just have a mighty need to see them working in a flower shop! Please and thank you?

Wow, I’m… honestly surprised! I didn’t expect to get anything for them at all, so wow. Wow! Thank you so much! I’d love to write you something for them!

This is a little bit of a modern take on them, so sorry if that isn’t what you were wanting… but I felt inspired and just kinda went for it. XD

The Alchemist’s Assistant

The little silver bell above the shop door jingles, a mirthful sound filling the room as you walk into the little corner flower shop. It really was quite the cute, quaint little place, with flowers and herbs ready to be planted on tables and racks and in hanging baskets out front. Upon entering, you catch a strong scent of something very…herbaceous. You also think you pick up the smell of weed, but the other smells are so strong, you don’t think twice about it.

“What do you want?” The muffled voice startles you, but even more so is the figure that appears from the back room. Dressed thick, dark grey jeans, a black long-sleeved turtle necked shirt, boots that cover their pants, and black rubber gloves that reach the elbow…

…Oh, and a fucking mask and hood. The kind plague doctors wore. Only this one seemed a bit more…stylish? Than the ones that they actually wore back in the day? And you could tell by staring at the lenses long enough that they were those expensive light-reactant lenses. Maybe they were prescription? You wondered if they needed them to see from in there–

“Staring is rude, you know.” His voice is annoyed, you can tell easily, even through all the layers. Your face burns hot and you quickly avert your gaze. You don’t know why. After all, they’re the one dressed like that in the middle of the city on a hot afternoon. Meanwhile you’re in a summer dress with sunflowers printed all over it… If someone walked in and took a picture of your life right now, they’d probably laugh themselves into hysterics.

“Sorry…” Your eyes flicker over to them again, and you see them cross their arms over their chest.

“… Well?”

Your mind goes blank. “Uhhhh–”

“What do you want?”

“Oh… Oh!” Finally, your moment of stupidity is over (for now), and you turn to face them fully, looking up at where their eyes would be were they not hidden behind layers of leather and glass. “I’m wanting to buy a bouquet.”

“Well it’s no small wonder why you came here, then, is it?” they drawl, a small rush of air from their mask indicating a sigh as their head tilts slightly to one side. “And what, pray tell, is this bouquet for?”

“I… Do flower shops usually ask what the flowers are supposed to be for?”

“Yes, when they double as an alchemy shop.” His tone is dry when he says it, and you’re so taken aback that you turn to glance around, and… now that you mention it, you’ve never quite seen some of these plants before. At least, not in any flower shops… “So can I help you, or will you be on your way? I am quite busy, as you can plainly see.”

Ooooh this person was starting to grate on you… You force a smile and turn around to face him, smoothing out the front of your sundress. “Yes, you can. I need a bouquet for my mother. I’m going to visit her out of town today, and–”

“And are your feelings for her positive, neutral, or negative?”

“…I beg your pardon?” You shake your head and press on. “I-I mean, positive… Ish.” Then again, you remember that you’re going out of town to visit her to tell her that you lost your job, and you might need to move back home…  “…Y’know what, let’s call it neutral for now, yeah?” They sigh again and walk around the counter, and you notice how intimidating they are as they tower over you. They aren’t really that tall, you’re just…short. Very, very short.

“And what is the occasion?” The nose of their mask tilts downwards slightly, and they hum softly. “I see. So you lost your job, or at the very least are searching for work.”

“Wha–” You bristle slightly, glancing down at where they were looking and saw the applications in your hand. “… Th-that’s not–”

“Very well, then. I understand. Just a moment.”

They set themselves to work, gloved fingers deftly grabbing flowers up from water filled vases, scrutinizing them under the bright lights in the shop before setting them on the counter. A few of the flowers you recognize, while some didn’t really look like flowers at all…

After a while of silence and watching them dutifully work, you speak up. “I thought you’d just grab a bunch of roses or something.” You look around and, surprisingly, there aren’t very many roses at all… except, of course, for black ones. You frown, “Why so particular?”

Their hands do not still a moment as they continue lifting up and examining flowers and plants, putting one bloom back and picking up another. “Plants are very fascinating things. For one, they have a multitude of uses. This fact brought about the phenomena of people assigning symbolism to certain plants. For example…” They walked with long-legged strides over to the counter, where a small pile of flowers and plant parts were now lying. They carefully picked up a leafy stem with pointed leaves and held it up to the light. “Chelidonium majus, or greater celadine, is meant to symbolize joys to come. …And this one,” they paused, placing down the plant in their hand and picking up a flower you recognized very easily. Your nose wrinkled slightly. “Dandelion, or Taraxacum officinale, while rather commonplace and considerably less than pretty to look at, stands for overcoming hardship. Meanwhile, this one–”

You watched with rapt fascination as they launched into a description of each and every single plant on the counter… complete with scientific name, impressively enough. It was the most willing you’d seen them to talk about anything since you arrived, and you were silently wondering just when the little ‘lesson’ would end… because you had a bus to catch. Otherwise, you’d probably be just fine standing around listening to them talk. Their voice was deep and rolled from one word to the next easily. It was relaxing to listen to, but not boring, like your college professor’s lectures.

You try not to think about what sort of bouquet they would have made if your response had been ‘negative.’

“– stands for faith and goodwill, while… ah.” They fell silent then, fiddling slightly with the stem in their gloved hands before setting it down. “It seems I have bored you. At any rate, this bouquet should serve your purpose well.”

“No, you didn’t–” You try to explain that you weren’t bored at all, just… relaxed and listening, but they pressed onward.

“That will be fifteen… no. Ten dollars, including tax. Cash or credit?” They press a few buttons on the register and then tilt the nose of their mask toward you, waiting patiently.

“Um… cash, please..” You set the applications in your hand on the counter and pull your small folding wallet out of your purse slung over your shoulder. Your eyes flicker over to see that there is a tip jar sitting next to the register. You pull out a ten dollar bill and hand it over to them, trying not to jump back at the odd feeling of rubber brushing against your fingertips as they take it. Then, without a second thought, you pull out a handful of ones and stuff them into the jar.

Their mask jumps up slightly with the jerk of their head, as though they were surprised. “Your patronage is appreciated.” They duck their head slightly as they reach under the counter for a colored tissue paper and ribbon, tying up the flowers and plants together into a bouquet. It didn’t really look like your typical bouquet, and you’re sure your mother will just accuse you of being cheap and making your own. But you knew the amount of care that went into it, and maybe, just maybe, you’d be able to make her understand that, too?

… Or maybe she’d be too busy yelling at you for losing your job. Yeesh.

“Here you are.”

The bouquet was thrust out to you, almost in your face, and you stepped back a little so you could take it. “Thank you.”

“Yes. …Well, you should be on your way, if there is nothing else.”

And you don’t know why, but for some reason, you kind of wish there were something else… some reason to stick around a few moments longer, to be in the presence of this strange, strange person.

“Right. Um… see ya?” You back up into a cart of flowers and it clatters loudly against the shelf next to it, and your face colors. “I uh, yeah, gonna..go now.” You’re quick to exit the shop, the little bell signaling your less than perfect exit. You look over the bouquet in your hands as you make your way toward the bus stop a few blocks down the street.

You’ve almost made it there when you hear heavy footfalls from behind you. Turning, you catch sight of the mysterious and strange person from the flower shop, thrusting out a stack of papers at you. “You left these… on the counter.” They sound a little out of breath, and you can’t help but wonder if it’s harder to breathe in that mask.

“O-oh, uh… thank you.” You reach out to take them, and they shove them, as well as a boquet of sunflowers, into your awaiting hands. You blink at them, then look down at the flowers in your hands. When you look up to ask about them, they’re already heading back down the sidewalk. “Hey wait! I didn’t pay for–” They just raise a hand and wave it over their shoulder, as though they were waving off your concerns.

The bus pulls up with a loud hiss of the breaks, and you’re nearly bowled over as people rush out of the vehicle. You quickly climb aboard, hand your bus pass to the driver, and then begin the arduous task of finding a seat. You luck out; there’s a seat right in back, with no other occupants. You always did hate having to share a bus seat…

Once you’re seated and the bus’s other passengers begin to board, you set the bouquet aside on the seat next to you while you thumb through your list of applications. Mostly fast food places, and small-time companies that wouldn’t be willing to pay you much. However, in the very back, there is one that you don’t remember picking up… You check the address, and it’s for the shop you’d just left behind.

You quickly turn around as the bus begins to pull away and look back at the small shop, tucked away between two buildings with all the beautiful flowers out in front. They’re nowhere to be seen, but… you glance down at the bouquet next to you, reaching out to touch one of the sunflower’s soft yellow petals.

‘Call by the end of the week and the job is yours.’

You wondered just what it was that being an alchemist’s assistant entailed… then again, you supposed it didn’t really matter. You’d take that over flipping burgers any day.

A smile pulls up at the corners of your lips, and you fold up the paper-clipped piece of paper with their phone number on it, stowing it away in your purse for safe keeping.

Looks like you’ll be finding out more about this strange person after all.

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Of Farms Fairs & Fame (Part 20)

Winter passed into sping and Azula wasn’t sad to see the cold off. Though it had been rather nice to have an excuse to get cozy with Sokka; one that allowed her dad to pretend that his daughter didn’t have her first boyfriend.

With the weather warmed, the time to release her first album was approaching fast. She pearched herself on the tire-swing from the branches of an age old willow by the small duck pond in her yard, feeling a warm gust stirring her hair into tangles. She just had to wait for Sokka’s second opinion to put the final touches on her final song. Her stomach fluttered at the prospect of starting the recording process.

It was finally starting to seem as real as she knew it was.

She kicked her feet at the ground and set the tire swing in motion. She could smell the perfume of honeysuckle and meadowsweet among other floras. Off in the distance Zuko’s voice carried, he was grumbling something about bees making his job more difficult. She knew then that, that was why Ozai wasn’t anywhere near the garden--the man was allergic to the insects.

Gazing out at the small pond she recalled fondly, spring days when she and Zuko would run about the garden, either playing tag or jumping through sprinklers until their dad turned the hose off and scolded them for using up so much water. They would then take to tossing a frisbee or blowing bubbles.

On such an afternoon, TyLee would be dashing across the yard catching butterflies and ladybugs and showing them off to Mai.

Azula gave something between a sigh and a laugh--at least some things didn’t change. Since the healing of her leg, TyLee had been making a point of dashing about whenever an opportunity presented itself. And when no opportunity came, she created one for herself. “I caught one!” She shouted.

“You caught one several times a’ready.” Mai rolled her eyes.

Azula scanned the garden for Iroh, until she found him in the garden by Zuko, wearing his ridiculous straw hat. She was left to assume that the old man was gathering the perfect herbs for his teas. Teas which always tasted the best in the springtime.

Azula pushed her shades back up the bridge of her nose and brought the tire swing to a halt. “Sokka.” She spoke, not meaning to sound quite so cold.

“Ya havin’ a bad day?”

Azula shook her head.

“Then why y’all greetin’ me like that fer?”

Azula shrugged. “It’s jus’ how I talk is all.”

He slung his arm around her neck and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek.

“What took you so long to git here?” Azula asked.

“Had ta mow the lawn ‘n stuff.” He replied. “Ain’t ya got any werk ta git done?”

Azula hummed in thought. “Normally I’d be workin’ with cows ‘n pigs. But father wants me to mostly focus on my songs. I’m almos’ done with those though.”

“Speakin’ a pigs…”

“Over there.” She pointed to were Spade was trotting across the field, looking for all the world, like the world’s happiest piglet. “He’s doin’ much better now that he ain’t need to be buried under so many blankets.”

“We still talkin’ ‘bout the pig or are we talkin’ ‘bout ‘chu.”

“I were talkin’ ‘bout the pig, Sokka.” Azula replied, well aware that her words certainly did apply to her as well. She pulled herself out of the tire swing, picked up the guitar she had left resting against the tree, and led Sokka to the dock. Once there she put her boots to the side and dipped her toes into the water. It was still a tad chilly to shed her top for a swim, but it was nice enough for kicking her feet at the surface.

She watched a dragonfly skim the surface and looked to Sokka. The boy spoke first, “so what songs am I lookin’ at taday?”

“Actually I was hopin’ to ask you if you wanted to sing some of them wit me…”

His smile gave his face a charming boyish glow. “I’d sing all’a them wit ya. Jus’ go ‘n ask.”

She thought that, maybe on her second album she would. Being one half of a musical duo didn’t seem as lonely as going completely solo. “Great, of course I want you to sing the one you helped me write…” She listed three or four more that she thought she could fit his vocals on to, watching his face brighten more and more with every track she offered him a part on.

“I were also thinkin’ ‘bout lettin’ Mai ‘n TyLee sing on one of them. Mai said she ain’t like singin’ though.”

Frankly, Azula was glad that TyLee had taken her up on the offer, it allievatied that much more guilt for having ruined her shot at the blue ribbon and a trophy. “I wrote a song ‘bout a ridin’ horses specifically for her to sing.”

“Adorable.” Sokka ruffled her hair.

“Quit that.” Azula swatted at his hand with a defiant pout. If the boy kept it up, she’d have him in the pond with a pair of wet socks and underpants for a lesson. Naturally, her words only made him ruffle her hair more. With a good heave there was a splash that had both Mai and TyLee turn their heads. Hastily, Azula retracted her legs from the water before Sokka could pull her down too. Not that doing so had deterred him from springing out of the water and tackling her in with him.

“Great, now I’m gonna smell like pond water.” Azula grumbled.

“Y’all have a shower in yer house.”

Azula gave an indigent sniff, knowing very well that she had brought this one on herself, at least to some degree. “You know what you are, Sokka?”

“The best boyfr’en a cowgirl ken ask fer?” He asked hopefully.

“Look over there.” Azula pointed at a flock of roosters that were giving the ground jittery pecks. “Yer one’a them.”

“Gee, thanks.”

Azula climbed back onto the dock and squeezed her shirt and hair out, before helping Sokka fish himself out of the pond.

She barely got him onto the dock when TyLee flug herself into the water with an absurdly passionate “yee haw!”

“Y’all have got to be kiddn’ me.” Mai huffed at the splotches of water on her cheeks and sundress. “Can’t ya’ll stick to blowin’ bubbles or somethin’?”

“It’s nice ‘n dry over here!” Zuko called.

“Nice ‘n muddy too.”

“Mud or water, Mai.” Azula presented her two options.

She thought for a moment. “I reckon I need to keep Zuko company.”

“We ain’t gonna get nothin’ done on my songs, are we?” Azula asked as TyLee shouted for her to join her in the water.

“Yer songs are already perfect.” Sokka replied as he dived back in. Upon surfacing, he added, “stop stressin’ over it ‘n come join us.”

She wasn’t one to toss her duties to the wind. But lord, if there was a time to give it a try…

She supposed that she didn’t know how many opportunities she had left to do something like this.

Everyone liked to say that fall is the season of change, but she knew deep down that, for her, spring would be the season of change. Hopefully the pleasant kind. And with luck, it would be such for TyLee as well; the first stretch of the horse race season would be mid-month and if she qualified to move forward, she’d be going to the nationwide races in the same summer Azula would ideally depart for her first tour if her album gained any traction.

For the time being, Azula put her guitar aside--she’d have more than enough quality time with it soon enough--and slipped herself into the pond.

Any moment now, Iroh would wander up with his camera, snap a few photos, and declare, “fer the scrapbook.”  And everyone would take a moment to roll their eyes before resuming activity.

“Eh, Sokka, did’ja know that there are snakes in here?” Azula slyly implored.

The boy jolted and the next thing she knew, she was carrying the boy, much to the delight of TyLee who squealed a, “that’s so cute!”

“There ain’t really snakes in here, are there?”

Azula thought for a moment. “There were one, once.”

“What are y’all doin’?” Ozai asked running an exasperated hand over his face. “Whad I tell you ‘bout swimmin’ in the pond wit yer good clothes on?”

“That it’s fine in moderation?” Azula smiled.

Ozai rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Yer doin’ yer own laundry tonight.”

“You think Spade can swim?” Azula heard TyLee question.

“Dad?” Azula called as the man walked. He stopped to glance at her. “Can you do me a favor ‘n fetch me a piglet?”

Ozai crossed the yard, picked Spade up mid-stride, and handed him to Azula.

.oOo.

“Yer the best, Azula’s pops.” Sokka gave him a thumbs up.

Ozai rolled his eyes. His daughter certainly had a bizarre taste in lovers. “I better be the best after everythin’ y’all put me through.”

“Yer gonna miss it when I’m all famous ‘n can’t do it no more.” Azula insisted.

At her words. face flickered from mild amusement to something else, something more somber. He didn’t want to think about that right then. He could see it on her face that it was just playful talk. Just harmless banter, as if she didn’t think she had it in her to make it big enough for those words to ring true.

“You bet I’m gonna miss it.” He mumbled more to himself.

“Wha’d ya say?” TyLee asked as she hovered Spade above the water, watching him kick his stubby legs as though he were still swimming.

“I said, y’all better not drip water all over my carpets when y’all come inside.”

“That ain’t what you said.” Azula grumbled.

“I’ll see the lot of y’all at dinner.” Ozai responded, hopefully bringing the conversation to a close. He supposed that he was going to have to come up with some kind of talk. Tell her to be careful and do her best out there. Tell that boy to take care of her if she chose to bring him along.

[angelynrostrand]

Chapter 9

Summary:  To the outside world, nothing should connect shy girl Angel Monroe and popular boy Xavier Hazelwood. But that isn't entirely true. They both hold secrets. Behind both of them lie 2 separate wolf packs. Xavier is well on his way to Alpha status and running the pack. Angel is not a wolf but instead the last healer in the world. When the realization comes forward that they are connected by destiny, will they decide to fulfill it? Is their connection predetermined by fate or will they choose their hearts? Lives and packs cross and mingle while romance and conflict brews. The story of 2 opposite souls on a collision path. Will destiny win out? Even the most innocent face, has the darkest secrets.

Word Count: 3,139

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Both Trevor and Jesus were right. After a heavy meal and a normal 10 hours of sleep, I felt so much better but Xavier was still in the back of my mind. I shower thinking it would wash any thought of him. Nope. It didn’t work. I guess working at the infirmary caused me to forget about Xavier. I was too busy and occupied to cry over him. Now that I have the rest of the week off, I can only think about him. How I am a terrible person for lying to him. At school, I make sure I walk a different route so we don’t have to exchange any awkward glares. Brandon has been amazing. He calls or texts me making sure I amok. I think I really scared him when I almost passed out the other day. 

“You know he misses you,” Brandon says as he helps me with collecting fruit from my trees.

“I doubt it.” I carry my basket around. Lucky for me I can talk to Brandon and use him for muscle. After all the lies, I don’t even like me. I don’t like the person I have been lately. 

“Angel you are his mate. He misses your presence and he has just been grumpy for the past couple of days. So get back together so I can have my friend back to normal. I need this more than you do.” He says with his hand over his chest like if he was in pain. “Trust me.”

I rolled my eyes. “Can we please talk about something else?” I don’t feel right talking about Xavier with one of his friends. 

“Fine, but my question is what are you going to do with all this fruit?” He is holding 2 buckets and I have one cute basket. 

“I normally give it to my pack and their families. But since you helped so willingly,”

“You made come.” He cuts me off. We make our way to the back kitchen to clean them.

“Ya but you still came.” We laugh together. “I thought you and your family might want some.”

I place them in a recycle bag and handed them back to him. “Thank you. I know my mom and dad will love fresh fruit.” I walk him to his car and thank him once again for helping. “You know tomorrow is Friday?”

“Yes…?” What does he have in mind?

“Well, Jordan and I have a basketball tomorrow. Can you come?”

“Wait you guys play?” I believe Brandon but Jordan? Really?

“Yes I know I am amazing at every sport and Jordan may look uninterested in sports but he is good. Our father is a big basketball fan so he is pleased that both of his sons are on the team.”

“Do you guy use your wolf speed and strength during the game.?” I ask.

“Maybe. Sometimes. Yes, we do.” He gives up. I laugh from his effort. “Would you please come?”

“I will think about it.”

“I am going to accept that as a yes.” 

On Friday morning, I still have a lot of fruit leftover. I’ll just leave a basket for the front office ladies. I make my way through the front doors when the twins stop me.

“Hello. How are you? Still, have more to give out?” Brandon asked.

“Ya, I was going to leave some for the office ladies.”

“Also thank you, Angel, for the fruit. Our mom really appreciated it. So did I.” Jordan says as he holds up one of the oranges in his hands. 

“I am glad. Nice uniforms.” They are both dressed in blue and yellow basketball shirts. 

“Thank you.” They both said at the same time. “Are you coming. It starts at 6 in the main gym.” Jordan asks. I couldn’t answer do to another voice yelling at the twins.

“Hey, McGuire next time wait for me to park the car so we can…” Xavier stops talking when he sees me behind the twins. Their tall bodies were able to hide my figure. “Oh Angel, I didn’t see you there.”

I can do this. “It’s fine…” We all stay in an awkward silence. “I should get going. I need to hand these out.” I lift the basket. “I see you guys later,” I say to the twins.

“Wait are you coming tonight?” Brandon asked.

“Ya, I’ll see you there.” 

“Wait, Angel… Wait up.” Xavier speed walks towards me. “Can we please talk? I was an idiot. I know my temper can get the best of me, but let’s just talk.” 

“No, not here. Not today.” I had just started to feel better. “I am busy.” I walk to the front office lady. “Hello, I have fresh fruit. Is it ok if I leave it here?  It is for anyone who may want some.”

“Yes, of course, dear. Thank you.” She says. I nod and walk to my first class, now with Xavier by my side.

“Angel let’s just talk after school.” I look deep into his eyes. The last time I saw those beautiful brown eyes they were in pain and red from crying. 

“I can’t I’m going to the twin’s game. Plus I have  patients to worry about when I get home.” That was a lie. I know by now Jesus is healthy. I shake my head no. I need to stay strong. “I have class. Sorry.”

But before I could go to any outing I need my father’s agreement. I know it will be difficult to get.  I have to go. I already agreed to go and I don’t want to disappoint the twins. They seem to be excited, more Brandon than Jordan. But that’s because we spend more time together. It was surprising to see Jordan in color. He normally wears black on black. Xavier has the type of casual and simple style. But yet he could be a model, especially with his tall stature. He normally wears different shades of blue and green. I am more a sundress girl. I like loose and flowy outfits with floral design. I was interrupted in my fashion analysis by my classmate Sage. She is in my English and Art class. She is my new desk partner. 

“Angel I didn’t mean to overhear your conversation but are you also going to the game?” She asks. 

“Yes, I am. Are you?” Making friendly conversation for once.

“Ya. My gym teacher is one of the coaches. He said if we go we can get extra credit.” She says while wrapping her colored dyed hair around her pencil. This month her hair is red. We always have a class together because we both take a lot of AP and honors classes. I was able to experience her pink, blue, purple and now red hairstyle. “So do you want to go together? We don’t have to suffer too much.” She smiles.

“Ya, I would like that.” We exchange numbers by switching our phones to each other.  Now I don’t have to sit and watch the game by myself. Sage has always been nice to me and I never returned the favor. This could be a little thank you offer. 

At the end of class we both said “Bye.” and “I’ll see you later tonight.” “Text me.” Sage has the grunge style like Jordan but she is so much sweeter than how she looks. Now I really need to convince my father to let me go to the game.

I gather all my courage and knock heavily on his door. “Come in.” I open to find my brother and my father frustrated expression. 

“Hello father, can I talk to you. Do you have a minute?” He nods and I continue to talk. “Wait what is going on? Is everything alright?” 

“Father tell her…” Is it that bad enough my Alpha, my brother, isn’t brave enough to say it?

“We lost them. The men who attacked us. They are gone. No trace of scent or paw prints. Nothing. They are still out there.”

Whenever they are mentioned my brother seems to lose his ability to speak. It is a sensitive topic for him. He saw our mother murdered in front of him when he was 8 years old. Back then, mother told him to protect me. I was only an infant and he shielded me from watching the murder scene. He ran to my father with me in his arms. 

“But it is nothing for you to worry about. They don’t know about your abilities only our pack. And it must stay that way.” My father says, reassuring me to not tell anyone. Especially Xavier and his pack. “Is there anything you need?” He says, coming back to the reason why I am here.

“Ya. I was wondering if I can go to the basketball game?”

 Even though my father isn’t Mexican he must ask: “Who are you going with? Why? What times does it start? Where?” He must have gotten that from mom.

“I'm going with my friend Sage she is in my class. We are going for extra credit.” I use Sages same excuse. “It starts at 6 pm and it’s a home game.” 

“No. Sorry you cannot go.” 

“Father, please. I already told Sage I would go. Please.” 

“No. Sorry it is still dangerous with them out there.”

“Brother. Please. Help.” I redirect to Eric. 

“Sorry, father is right.” He is testing my patience. He notices my desperation and says, “But what if she goes with a bodyguard? Like one of the warriors?” 

“I will agree to that. You can go out if you have one of the warriors.” My father says crossing his arms.

I am not going to fight with my luck. I think this is going to be the best I can get. “Can I at least pick who it is?”

“Fine.” I hug him and thank him multiple times. I also hug Eric for not leaving me hanging. “Who do you have in mind?”

“Jesus Mendoza?” The same patient that I healed. He is kind and we are good friends.

“That is fine. I will call for him. I am going to talk to him. You need to finish your homework before you go to the game.” I voice my understanding and walk to my room.

I pulled out my phone to text Sage about the third wheel. I just tell her it is a friend. She replies a couple of seconds later saying “That’s fine! The more the merrier!” Sage is always easy going.

I don’t have homework. I don’t count my artwork homework, but I do need to finish it because it is due on Monday. We are practicing pencil shading. We have to pick an everyday object and draw it with a shadow behind it. I chose a simple sunflower. I started to get pencil markings on my hand. With each line I drew, I kept thinking about Xavier. Maybe the sappy love songs in the background are not helping. In the end, it’s unfair to him. I wish I was able to understand this connection bond Xavier and all wolves feel when they found their mates. But then again if I was able to feel it, it would make breaking away from him more painful. He must feel lonely. To be the only one to feel that pain. 

A knock wakes me up. Jesus walks in shortly after. “Hey, your father and Alpha Monroe want to talk to both of us. Over dinner.” I nod and clean my mess away. Jesus waits for me by my door so we can both go down together. 

“I hope you don’t mind coming with me to a high school game,” I ask as we walk through the hallway and down the stairs. 

“I don’t. I bet it will be fun but I know I am not duty. Plus it would better than walking around for 10 miles to make sure the area is safe.”

“Well, then I am glad. I do hope you have fun after the week you had.” Like a true gentleman he opens every door we pass through to get into the informal dining table.

“I must say I am more a football fan, but basketball is a good choice too.” He smiles. We walk in with my family sitting and waiting for our arrival. All the food is already on the table. Jesus pulled my chair out for me to sit.

“Thank you for getting Angel.” My brother says towards Jesus.

“Of course, Alpha.” We all hold hands to pray, then start to eat. 

During the meal, my father starts with “I just want this to be a reminder to the both of you. And Jesus I already talked about this with you. I want you guys to have fun but be safe. Angel, you must stay by Jesus. Don’t wander off without telling him where you are going.”

“Of course father.” I feel like a little kid all over again. With my father’s lecture complete, we are able to finish our dinner. 

Jesus and I hop in one of my father’s many cars. So unnecessary. Why must he do this? He can’t keep doing this. I won’t allow it when I go to college. Jesus was glad to be able to drive one of my father’s famous cars. I distract myself and text Sage saying we are on our way. She soon replies “Ok! I will be there soon” with a smiley face.

“I want to say thank you,” He says. I give him a confused look. “ When you asked for my request. It caught my commander’s attention. I think after this he will promote me. I am a first-year and I am escorting the Alpha’s sister.” He moves his eye off the road to me and says, “So thank you for the opportunity.” In his most sensitive voice, he says, “Thank you.”

“Jesus you are going to make me cry.” I give him a genuine smile. “Of course, you are the only I trust and feel comfortable to be around. So thank you for being a friend.” I smile. As we were driving the radio played “We Are Young” by Fun. Jesus and I looked at each other with increasing smiles. He turns the volume up and we both swayed or nod to the music. Minutes later we both start singing the chorus. We pull into my school laughing about our terrible singing voices. I laugh and laugh about how crazy we must look to other people passing by. Who are we? Who am I? I am normally the shy and small one. I don’t sing and get rallied up for a basketball game. Going to my first after school event in my senior year.  I feel good and free. Not worried about grades, family, the attack, or Xavier. The moment I think his name he notices my presence and I notice him. We catch him like a deer in the headlights. Jesus’s chest is still rising up and down. We are out of breath from both singing and laughing. My chest becomes still and steady, unlike Jesus. But the soon he realized my quiet state and also calms himself. Xavier is confused? Lost? Angry? He just walks away to the main gym.

“Who is that?” Jesus asks as we both unbuckle our seat belts and closed the doors.

“Xavier Hazelwood, my mate.” Jesus whips his head back to my direction as we walked side to side. 

“Hazelwood? As in Alpha Lucas Hazelwood’s son? From the Midnight Pack?” He asks. 

“Yup.” He must have studied their pack. It is well known by everyone that there are only two packs in one state. Very uncommon. I guess that’s why our packs are always arguing about whose territory it is. 

“That explains why you have been different.”

“Different?” I question.

“Lately you have been open and different. Maybe because your secret is out to the pack.”

“Yeah, it is a relief that I don’t have to hide or lie to my own pack. But Xavier doesn’t know so don’t say anything.” I warn him. He nods to agree aggressively and pretend to look intimidating. From me trying to be intimidating. We make it to the ticket booth and pay our way in. Before entering into the gym, I hear my name. 

“Angel Monroe?” An older woman asks as she waves for me and Jesus to walk over.

“Yes, that is me. I’m sorry. Who are you?” I have never seen this woman before.

“I’m sorry. I am Grace McGuire.”

McGuire..? “Are you Jordan and Brandon’s mother?” I ask. 

She quickly nods. “Yes. I just want to say thank you for all the fruit. It was delicious.” 

“It’s nothing. Brandon helped and I had too much to eat.” I smile. Her eyes drift towards my friends. “Oh, I am sorry. This is my friend Jesus,” I whisper, “from my pack. Jesus this is Grace McGuire from the Midnight pack. My friend’s mother.”  

“It is nice to meet you.”

“Ya, it is nice to meet you.” They both exchange a handshake. She must be apart of the basketball booster club. I assume so because of her over the top school spirit outfit. What a normal thing to do. Something I admire from the Midnight pack is they do their best to be apart of the community. They try to as normal as possible. They are more modern than my pack who like to be traditional and like to keep a low profile. “I am glad I was able to meet you, but go and get some good seats. I am on duty.” She points at the food table. 

“Thank you. Don’t work too hard.” Jesus and I turn around to find seats. We gaze over the crowd to find Sage. “Oh, there she is.” I point out and we walk over. 

“Hey Sage, this is my friend Jesus.” I give another introduction. “Jesus this is Sage. Now we are all friends.” I smile.

The loud buzzer made everyone in the gym jump. Including me, it was so foreign to me. This whole situation is foreign to me. I don’t know what to do, unlike Sage and Jesus who were cheering when both teams enter the court. I can see Brandon and Jordan. I waved at them and they look happy to see me. I finally get up and clap to support them. I smile and am ready to see their game. I can hear students on a higher level also yelling. I looked up and notice Xavier was a part of that group. We make eye contact and both of our smiles wipe away. I turn back around. The crowd calms down and we sit down. Let the game begin.