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dabiboy · 4 years

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hhhhh can we get some bratty sub hawks 😳 pls and thank you

Ok, this is my first time writing a Hawks NSFW piece, so I hope it turned out right! Now if you excuse me, I’m gonna drown in holy water.

[Contains: Kinda dom!femreader sub!Keigo ends up being dom,oral sex, sex, dirty talking, cursing, and teasing]

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‘'Remind me again why are we doing this''

''Because you lost a bet'' You said, finishing the not on the ropes that were holding Keigo's wrists over his head and on the headboard. At least, you were being merciful since he was semi-sitting on the bed in order not to hurt his wings by laying completely over his wings.

''Right. But c'mon dollface, face it. You're not gonna get me that easy'' He said, tilting his head to the side, giving you a cocky smile.

''If I can recall, it was part of the bet that you have to keep quiet. Do I have to punish you?'' You said resting on your knees right in front of him.

''You're so cute like this. Untie me so I can fuck you, baby bird'' Keigo let out a low chuckle, licking his lower lip.

''You just can't keep quiet, can you'' Moving closer, you straddled his hips, sliding your hands over his bare torso. He had reasons to brag about.

''You know I have hard times controlling myself''

''Yeah, well you better try this time, Keigo,'' You said, taking off your shirt. His breath got caught inside his throat at the side of you on a new set on lingerie. Red lingerie. ''Or else you won't be having anything in weeks, baby bird'' You imitate his nickname.

''Fucking hell, angel. Come here already'' He moved uncomfortably, wanting to hold you and drag you to the bed with him.

''If you keep quiet, I might'' You shrugged your shoulders and stood up, walking until the edge of the bed, you turned around allowing him to look at your back. You unzipped your pants and pulled them down slowly. It was possible to hear Keigo cursing at the view of your ass covered in that lingerie suiting you so perfectly. ''And don't you dare using one of your feathers to cut the rope'' You warned him, crawling back to be on top of him one more time.

''You're such a tease. I swear I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk in weeks'' He said, a low and seductive voice.

''Do you think you're gonna get me with that filthy mouth of yours?'' You lied, of course he was turning you on just by using his words, and you could feel the wetness in between your legs.

''Yeah, you can't resist me baby bird.'' He gave you a sided smile, bucking his hips up. You were able to hide a moan when you felt his erection against you ''Just look at you, we haven't done anything and you're wet as fuck'' He laughed as he looked at your clothed core.

''You know what? You're annoying me'' Standing back up again, you went to one of your drawers and when you came back to him, he gave you a defiant look. You leaned forward, and Keigo reacted immediately opening his mouth to receive your kiss, but it was just a trap. Taking the opportunity of his open mouth, you used one of your panties to keep him quiet. He gave you a deathly look.

''Baby please'' You could assume his words, because it was hard to understand him with his mouth full.

''You look so pretty like that, Keigo'' You smiled, that is how he felt every time he had control? No doubt why he enjoyed it that much.

Moving closer to him, you started kissing his neck slowly and painfully, making him shiver under your ministrations. You moved to the other side of his neck, just to keep moving lower. But before doing so, you look at him again. Sweat was starting to cover his forehead, and his chest was moving faster by the second. After giving him almost a wicked smile your kisses were now over his toned chest, also leaving some licks here and there, loving how it felt when he tensed because of your touch. He moved his hips again, desperate for friction and already rock hard.

Your tongue licked slowly his right nipple, and that movement made him hum with his throat.

''That's a sensitive spo- Oh shit'' You heard him say, his words weirdly uttered thanks to the panty he had in his mouth.

As if he didn't say anything, you licked it again. This time, you decided that sucking it softly was a good option, and you did. Keigo cursed again as you sucked, kissed, and licked that zone that was making him crazy. You repeated his actions on his left nipple, enjoying how he was trying to reach your crotch by pushing his hips up.

''You're gonna regret this, kid.'' He said again. ''But come on, let me touch you. Or at least touch my damned cock. Shit, I'm so hard already, do something'' Keigo hissed, leaning his neck back.

''You're such a brat'' Rolling your eyes to the back of your head, you spread his legs and settled in between. Loving the sight.

This time, your kisses were over his stomach, and licks were all over his 'v' line that disappeared inside his black boxers. The truth was, that the way his erection popped out a bit out of his boxers, made your mouth water. You kept kissing his stomach, and even though he was totally shaved down there, he kept that thin line of light blonde hairs under his belly button. You licked the tip of his cock, tasting the flavor of his cum on your tongue. You palmed his erection over the fabric of his boxers, and you swore you felt him twitching under your touch. Your hot breath over his clothed shaft sent shivers down his spine, making him move his hips against you. Slowly, you slid his boxers down his legs, leaving him completely naked in front of your eyes. What a nice view, you thought to yourself. How the hell was he so damn hot? The way his chest moved up and down, how his torso was shinning because of your careless kisses and his sweat, and of course, his wings spread open, puffing and bright red.

You caressed his thigs, Keigo's eyes were closed and his head was thrown back all the time. In a swift motion, you started kissing the inside of his thigs, making his wanting more and more. You grabbed his shaft on your head and pumped him softly, killing him. Moving closer, your tongue moved from his base to the tip of his cock, teasing him just with your tongue on his underside of it.

''Just suck it already for fuck's sake'' He said.

''Thought I told you to keep quiet'' You moved away, just using your fingers to touch his balls, a gracile, light touch. Keigo hissed. ''Don't be a bratty boy and show me you can handle this'' You replied, and somehow he was able to take the fabric out of his mouth so he could talk.

''I got nothing to show you, baby bird. You know you're dripping wet down there, if you're not gonna suck this fucking cock then let me fuck you'' His words had such an impact on you, but you were not gonna give in so easily.

You slapped his thigh, making him raise his eyebrows in surprise and give you a cocky smile. Honestly? He got so turned on when you did that, and the fact that you were doing what you wanted had him like crazy. Keigo was letting you have your way with it, but deep down he knew who was going to be in control in the end.

You moved your hand up and down a few more times before taking him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you took him deeper. You started bobbing your head on his shaft, and he let out a loud moan from the back of his throat, smiling at the feeling of your wet and warm mouth around him.

''Fuck, you're taking me so good baby bird'' He said, and he moved his hips against you ''You like that, yeah? Do you like the way I fuck your mouth?'' Keigo didn't hold back when it came to dirty talking, and you allowed him to mark the pace just for a few seconds before pulling away.

''You and your nasty mouth'' You said.

''Says who?'' Keigo lifted an eyebrow as he looked at you getting closer to him. You could feel his cock rubbing your ass cheks as you pulled your panties to the side, his jaw hanging at the view.

''You should do something better with your mouth, pretty bird.'' You teased him, parting your pussy lips so you could use two fingers, moving them slowly in and out. You moaned as you lifted your chin and your other hand was massaging your breast.

''Shit, lemme taste you. C'mon don't be like this'' He pleaded, trying to get closer to you.

''If you hadn't been such a bratty bird, this could have been your cock instead of my fingers'' You said in a slurty way, you wanted him. Deep inside. But he deserved to be tortured in this way. You used your fingers a few more seconds, feeling the arousal getting bigger.

''Don't you dare to cum'' Keigo said between his teeth.

''Why?'' You asked without stopping touching yourself.

''Because I want you to cum all around my cock, baby bird.'' He said, ''You know you want it, just fac-''

You interrupted him when you the two fingers that were inside you in his mouth. His eyes were darker, filled with lust and desire as he rolled his tongue around them, loving your flavor. You repeated your actions making him hum.

Taking his fingers out of his mouth, you used your hand to guide his cock right in your entrance, taking him slowly and inch by inch. Keigo moaned loudly and with no shame at all, maybe even the neighbors could hear him. His wings tensed and you could see his wings ruffling. Once he was inside you, you couldn't help but moan at the feeling, damn he is big, you thought. You were riding him slowly, enjoying every inch and vein of his cock inside you, and you could even tell you were so close. Locking your arms around his neck, you pressed a hot and needed kiss on his lips, letting your tongue to explore his familiar mouth. Keigo groaned when your hands were on his wings, caressing them and even gripping them with a bit of strength.

''Not the wings'' He said in a drowned moan.

''You deserve it, big boy'' You smiled riding him a bit faster, feeling the texture of his wings as you played with them. The way you were moaning on his ear was driving him insane, and he started moving his hips against you.

''Nah-uh'' You said ''Stay still or I won't let you cum'' with one hand you caressed his sweaty neck. Then your thumb played with his lower lip while you slowed down the rhythm of your hips. ''Beg for it, beg to fuck me hard as you like'' you whispered in his ear.

''You're not gonna get that'' Keigo replied, suppressing another moan.

''You sure?'' You could feel his dick twitching inside you ''Feels like someone wanna cum'' You were teasing him, and a part of him was loving it, yet the other was hating it. You clenched your walls around him, making him moan as you started playing with his wings again.

''Fuck it'' Keigo hissed ''Please, baby bird. Let me fuck you hard, give you all of this big fat cock and make you cum around it'' He said nibbling your ear, and you could feel butterflies inside you. ''Shit, please. I'm begging you. I'm so hard it fucking hard, move faster please.''

You smiled, and truth to be told you were as needy as he was, and it was in that very same moment when you started moving faster up and down his hips, feeling his cock deep inside you. Keigo followed your rhythm soon after, bucking his hips against you. The sound of skin against skin was in the whole room, together with your moans and some filthy words here and there made you feel in heaven.

''Fuck I'm gonna cum, are you gonna let me cum, yeah?'' He asked with an aroused voice.

''Just like that'' You said, praising the way he was fucking you ''Do it, I want you inside me'' Your fingers tangled in his nape, pulling his hair as you grip your embrace tighter. At this point, it was hard to tell who was being the one in control, but the two of you were enjoying it ''Look at me, Keigo''

His eyes were on you, screaming in desire. You kept on riding him, working your way to your high as he did the same. Moans were louder and louder, just as the curses leaving both mouths. You could feel his cock twitching again and your walls clenched involuntarily around him. You screamed his name, gripping your nails on his shoulders as your orgasm tore your body apart. In a movement that you couldn't anticipate, one of Keigo's feathers cut the ropes setting him free. He rolled fast, and from one second to another he was on top of you.

''I guess you had enough baby bird'' He said.

His hips never stopped moving, on the contrary. Now that he was between your legs his thrust became faster and harder, completely feral. His hand was on your neck, choking you the right amount as he kept cursing. You could feel the knot on your stomach building up again, and now it was you the one who was moaning shamelessly.

''Fuck Keigo, I can't. I can't do it again'' You cried out.

''Yes you can. C'mon, cum for me again songbird. ''He demanded.

You did as he said, and in a matter of seconds, you were screaming his name. The intensity of his thrusts made you cum faster and harder than before, and Keigo followed you shortly after. His wings were wide open when he came, shivering just like his body. He moaned and he remained inside you while filling you up. He kissed your neck, your jaw, and then your mouth with passion, but a slow passion. He took his time to feel your mouth, and all of your body. You opened your eyes to give him a tired look, but then you laughed.

''You cheater'' You slapped his shoulder playfully as he laughed with you.

''Told ya I have hard times controlling myself'' He whispered, kissing your collarbones as he pulled out, making you moan at the sudden change.

You closed your eyes again, and your heart beat faster when he slid his middle and ring finger along your cunt, sliding them inside together with his cum. You were ready to protest when you felt empty again, but when you opened your eyes you even blushed a little. Keigo had used one of his feathers to pin your arms above your head, restraining you by your wrists. His legs were on each side of your body, and his cock was hard again. This time right in front of you.

''The tables turned again, angel. I'm in control now'' He said dangerously. He left a caress on your cheek and now it was you the one who was having problems controlling your breathing. Keigo grabbed his cock and aligned it with your mouth, smirking in a more than flirty way ''Now lick it clean before I fuck you brains out again, baby bird. Show me you can handle this'' He teased you, with your very same words.

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yeahimaloser · 4 years

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Cutie 2

Hawks x shy!reader

Ok, so I wanted to make a part 2 of Cutie bc a lot of people really liked it!

But I didn’t think it had any spice, so here it is!! (just fluff tho nothing more :))

no pronouns mentioned!

Warnings: kidnappings

please enjoy!

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You shuffled against your boyfriend Hawks, also known to you as Keigo, trying to get out of his grasp. But he just groaned against you. He was snuggling up against you in bed, being the little attention hog he is.

“Mmmm, babeeee don’t leave,” he held your waist tighter and nuzzled his face into your neck as your back was pressed up against his chest.

You were glad he couldn’t see your expression because of how flustered you were. “Keigo, we need to go to work.”

You wiggled a little bit more out of his grasp in order to turn and look at him. You cupped his cheek, making him hold tighter to you.

You and Keigo had been dating for a year now. And the both of you we’re so happy together.

...but no one else knew.

It was mostly for his job, but also for your safety as well.

No one in the office knew ethier, in fact Keigo acted like he didn’t even know you. But that was mainly because you asked him, you didn’t want any special treatment from him.

That being said, when you had to drop off some documents to him in his office he would give you a few quick kisses before you left. But besides that, Keigo was an amazing actor.

“Kei-”

This morning Keigo seemed particularly handsy. His hands ran circles on the sides of your waists, kissing down your neck.

“Y/n, as your boss it’s your job to stay in bed and cuddle with me.”

You gave a little giggle, “Kei, I love you a lot, but we really need to leave.”

At this, Keigo groaned.

“Lets just take off work,” he said, “I promise to make it up to you, I'll make breakfast~.”

You looked away from his face, “No Kei, p-please just let me go.” You didn’t mean to stutter, it would just come out when you were embarrassed.

But to this, Keigo just groaned, “Then stop being so damn cute. Do you realize how hard it is to stop cuddling you when you get all flustered like that?”

This just made you more flustered.

Keigo looked at the time and growled, “Damn, ok,” he said letting go of you, “you win, we should probably go.”

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You and Keigo had fingered out a system in order for you two to arrive at different times.

It was quite simple, he would fly as you took the bus.

Keigo actually told you that sometimes he wished you two would go public with your relationship so he could escort you to the office himself.

When you finally walked through the doors, you felt something hot poor down the front of your shirt.

“Y/n! I’m so sorry!”

You told your co-worker you were ok, but your clothes weren't. The coffee would probably make stains on your clothes.

“Do you just want to go home and get something?” your co worker asked. “You’ll have to ask Hawks first, but he' a good guy. I'm sure he’ll be fine with letting you go home or something.”

You nodded, making your way to Hawkses office. You gave a light knock.

“Come in.”

After you entered and he saw you, Hawks seemed very concerned, “Are you ok? Did it burn you? If it did I’m ok with you going home for the rest of the day. Lemme take a look-”

“Keigo,” you said, giggling a little. Keigo was always a little protective of you, but you thought it was adorable. “I’m fine, really, I think I have an extra sweater,” you gave him a little kiss on his cheek, “But thank you honey.”

He just chuckled, pulling you into him, “You're so cute, you know that?” The embarrassed look on your face made his smile brighten.

He gave you a small kiss, and then you left.

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If you thought your day couldn’t get worse, you were wrong.

Apparently one of your coworkers got sick, and the paperwork he needed to fill out needed to be signed by today. And for whatever reason, you got handed the job.

This was the one time Keigo wished he could use his power to make your life easier, but he knew better.

That being said, he pulled you away for a second to talk to you.

“Love bird, I’m so sorry. If I could, I would help you-”

You sighed, but smiled at him, “Kei, just go home and make something to eat. I'llI'll be home before you know it,” you ran your hand through his hair, “ok?”

He smiled and kissed your cheek, he chuckled at your flustered face, “Baby, we’ve been dating for a long while now. How are you not used to me kissing you?”

You shook your head, “J-just go home! I n-need to go to work,” but Hawks just chuckled in your ear, “Ok honey. I love you.”

You smiled, “I love you too.”

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You thought that this wouldn’t take as long as it did.

But here you are, 2 hours in and all you wanted to do was go home to Keigo and cuddle with him while eating chicken and watch bad movies.

But, you had to get this done. You just had a few more documents to get into and then you would be done.

That was until you heard a loud crash.

Now, you were all by yourself. No one else was in the building, so needless to say you were scared.

Your first thought was to call Keigo and tell him that your concerns. But you decided against that, he was probably so tired and most likely it was nothing. Something probably dropped.

So you went to investigate.

You wished you hadn’t.

When you turned the corner to check on the sound, you saw 3 villains.

They all turned to look at you, and you tried to run but one of them got to you first.

“Awww shit, I thought you said no one was going to be here,” the one who caught you said.

“No one was supposed to be,” the bigger villain said, “The agence was supposed to be empty.”

You struggled against the villains grip, but he just held you tighter.

“I wouldn’t do that. Hey, I got an idea. Lets just use this dumbass as a hostage!”

The rest of the villains agreed.

All you wanted to do was run home to Keigo, for him to comfort you and tell you everything would be ok.

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Keigo was getting worried about you.

It had been hours, and you weren’t home.

Keigo tried to calm himself by watching TV, but someone decided to call him.

He checked the caller ID to see it was his sidekick. He was confused, why was his sidekick calling him so late? He had the night off.

“Hello?”

“Hawks sir! Someone broke into the agency! And it looks like they have a hostage!”

Keigo’s mind went blank, he knew that only one person was left in the agency. You.

He quickly got his hero costume on, and was out the door under in a few minutes. He flew into the night sky, going as fast as his wings could carry him.

Keigo wouldn’t lie, he was terrified. You were his salvation, his whole world, if anything happened to you…

He shook his head, he couldn’t think about that. He just needed to get to you.

When he finally landed to assess the situation, he wanted to run in and kick the shit out of anyone who hurt you. But he strained himself, he needed to assess the information. He needed to calm down, he needed to find you and save you.

“Hawks sir!” his sidekick made his way over to him, “The coworker is still insi-”

Hawks cut him off, “I’m aware, what are you doing about it? '' his tone was cold, but he couldn’t care. You were the only thing that was important to him at that moment.

“No sir, we didn’t want to move in until you got here,” his sidekick informed.

Hawks thought for a minute “Ok, here's the plan…”

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You were so scared.

The only reason you weren’t losing your mind, was because you knew Keigo would come and save you.

But that didn’t help you calm down.

“Did you make the demands yet,” one of them asked the other two.

“Yup,” the bigger one said, “the only thing they asked for was the hostage unharmed.”

“Well, I th- AHHHHHH!”

Your head shoots up to look at your captured scream, only to see your amazing hero boyfriend instead.

Hawks quickly finished off the other villains as well, tieing them up and knocking them out.

You’ve never seen him this mad in your life, but once his eyes turned towards you, he immediately softed.

“Hey baby, it’s ok,” he quickly untied you, and as soon as he did he enveloped you in a hug. He wiped the tears off your cheeks, you didn’t even remember crying.

“I’m here dove. I’m so sorry, I-I flew as fast as I could. But it wasn’t fast enough.” He kissed your face trying to calm you down, but all you could do was cry and cling to him.

He took a deep breath, “Sweetheart, I need you to stand up ok? I need to get you checked for any cuts or… deeper wounds,” Hawks sounded down right pained, you could tell he was worried about you. You just sobbed harder.

“I-I’m O-ok, j-just wanna g-go ho-home,” Keigo messaged your back, he looked so upset. He knew that he had to get you to the paramedics first, but all he wanted to do was go home with you and cuddle you to death. Tell you everything was going to be ok, tell you he would protect you with his life.

But his logical side took over, he needed to be rational.

“Love bird, we need to get you checked. I have dinner all made and I’ll run you a nice warm bath when we get home. But you have to do this one thing for me. Ok?”

You just nodded, tears still running down your cheeks.

Hawks helped you out of the building, being as gentle as he could.

After getting you checked and having the villains arrested, Keigo took you home.

As he promised he practically did everything for you. Made you dinner, ran a nice bath, he even offered to feed you.

You could tell how badly he was feeling, “Kie r-really, I’m o-ok,” you tried to stop the nervous stutter but you couldn’t.

But Keigo still felt like his heart was bursting into a million pieces. “My love, all I want is for you to feel safe again. I don’t think I can forgive myself for this, so please just let me pamper you.”

You looked down at your feet, “Kei, really it’s not your fault-”

“But it is,” when you looked back up at him, he looked so distraught. “It is my fault, I should have stayed with you. Or at least checked up on you,” Keigo grabbed your hand, “what kind of hero would I be if I can’t even protect the one I love? I-I thought you could be hurt, and I’m so glad you wernt love bird.” His eyes were casted downwards.

He sounded so… sad.

Before he could say anything more, you leaned into him and gave him a kiss.

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When you kissed him, he felt his whole body melt into yours. The softness of it all was so tender and sweet. He leaned more into you, hungry for your love. He wanted to feel your love and warmth, he needed it. It was practically intoxicating. The way you shyly squirmed under his grasp, the way you kissed him to let him know how much you loved him.

He wanted it

But you ran out of breath, so you tried to pull away.

But Keigo wasn’t letting you, not yet.

He just needed your tenderness, your softness. Just for one second more.

But he let you go, and he took a shaky breath.

“Sorry about that honey, I probably should have let you pull away,” he said nervously.

Your face was just so cute. Your embarrassed expression, your heart achingly soft eyes, everything about you was adorable.

“It’s ok Keigo, really, I just want you to feel better,” you stroked his face, he put his hand over yours.

“I should be the one conferting you dove,” Keigo said, giving you a sad smile, “I should be your hero. I want you to feel protected and safe, and I failed.”

“Keigo, I’m still scared. But you're with me, and I know that you’ll always protect me. And,” you looked down at your feet, “Maybe I can help protect you too.” You gave him the sweetest smile that made him almost burst into tears just because of how full of love his heart was.

He pampered your face with millions of little kisses, “God dove, I’m so lucky to have you. Thank you.”

But you gave him a shy look, “o-oh, Kei,” you stuttered. “B-but I should thank you too. You amazing Keigo, I love you so much. Everyday I-” you stopped, just for a minute, “I want to be happy with you. I’m so glad that I found you, e-even though I get so shy and anxious you always make me feel loved. Do I want you to feel that way too! Because you deserve it.”

A tear slipped from Keigo’s eyes.

You quickly wiped it away, “Keigo! I’m sorry, did I say something bad? I’m sorry, I just-”

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Keigo kissed you, but this time it was more rough and passionate. Full of need and want, he wanted you, he needed you.

You kissed back harder, trying to tell him how much you wanted him too.

After dating Keigo for as long as you have, you thought you’ve seen it all with him.

But you realized you were wrong.

You had never felt him this needy.

His lips felt like they needed you to tell them how much you cared. He ran circles down your sides, cradling your body.

He pulled away, “I love you so much, my cutie.”

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hehe, I hope I did ok!

Also master-list should be uploaded tomorrow!

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 3 years

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Parallels | Chapter 9

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Characters: OC! Violet Grace Dawson, Luke Patterson, Julie Molina, Carrie Wilson, Bobby Wilson, Reggie Peters, Alex Mercer, Flynn nolastname, Willie nolastname, Nick Danforth-Evans, Dirty Candy

Guideline: Sunset Universe is the universe in which Sunset Curve is famous and Violet is friends with Carrie, Julie and Flynn. Candy Universe is the universe in which Dirty Candy is more famous and Sunset Curve has broken up.

Song(s) used: Breakthrough - Lemonade Mouth | This Band is Back - Sunset Curve

Warnings: Bobby raps in this again lol, other than that there’s nothing, I think?

Words: 5,339

Gif made by the lovely @amazondancewarrior!

“Guess what?” Carrie said the second Violet picked up the FaceTime call that morning.

Violet was sat on the floor in front of her full-length mirror, doing her makeup. She had no idea why she did it, sitting on the floor, but it seemed easier. Maybe it was something about the lighting or the mirror. It was unclear.

“What?” Violet asked, screwing the mascara wand back on its tube before putting it back in her beauty case.

Carrie’s eyes rolled back. “You’re no fun! Guess! Guess!”

Violet let out a chuckle before properly resettling on the soft carpet beneath her and placing her phone on the floor cushion next to her mirror, letting it balance against the gold frame. “Uhm… You’re pregnant!” Carrie’s smile disappeared. “No, okay – uhm… Dirty Candy split up!”

“Good one, but no…”

“Can you give me a hint?” Violet asked. There was no way she was ever going to get this one.

A smirk tugged at one corner of Carrie’s mouth before she teasingly started to sing. “Luke and Violet, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G–”

Suppressing a smile and the blush that came along with it, Violet chuckled. “What are you even talking about?!”

So far, Violet had learned that Carrie was always full of surprises, and this was no exception. That was the one thing different from the Carrie she knew. The Carrie in her universe was sort of predictable. Or that might just be because she had known her for years.

“Bobby just called me to invite us over to their house for rehearsal today,” Carrie said with a smug smirk playing on her lips. “I’m pretty sure it wasn’t technically his idea…”

An unfamiliar feeling welled up in Violet’s stomach at the insinuation Carrie was making. Luke wouldn’t actually want to have her there during rehearsal, would he? Then again, he couldn’t quite keep his eyes off her during their album launch party. The boy was pretty into her. That just meant her plan was working but Violet wasn’t entirely sure if she was so okay with that now.

No, she had to be okay with it. She just had to. There was no time for liking someone right now. Any other day. But not now.

“I hardly think that’s–” as soon as she started speaking, so did Carrie, cutting her off.

“Babe, this is good! This means our plan is working! We’re going to that rehearsal!” She sounded determined, or at least she tried to be. Violet couldn’t know she was worried about the whole plan now. She couldn’t know she was scared for her best friend who wasn’t technically her best friend.

Violet hummed. “Yeah… I guess it is!” A nervous chuckle rolled off her lips before she set her sight and mind on something else. “What are we wearing?” she asked, finding her smile and excitement back.

“Something that says, “I’m very single and you should take me out on a date”!” Carrie shouted excitedly and watched as Violet manoevered from her bedroom floor to the closet. The girl halted in her tracks and looked at her phone screen, deadpanning.

“Is that a hint, Wilson?” she asked teasingly.

She witnessed Carrie’s iconic eye roll before diving into her closet with her best friend on the screen in her hand. Everything had changed but that. Violet still felt like she could mess around with Carrie and have the friendship she had with the other Carrie, with this Carrie. It sounded like a big, complicated mess in her head, but she knew what she was thinking and she knew she was right.

In the end, Violet opted for a black-and-white checkered bodycon dress over a white T-shirt, paired with black Converse on her feet while Carrie went for a jean skirt and an off-the-shoulder top. They looked cute, they felt cute. It was perfect and even Alex complimented their outfits when they arrived at the Sunset Curve mansion in Beverly Hills.

The boys guided them around their house, despite Carrie already having been there a dozen times before. Violet hadn’t and Luke was impatient to share a piece of his life with her. They went through hallways upon hallways, from the spacious living room to the cinema room to their very own gym and swimming pool. Their enormous kitchen was Violet’s favorite part, she didn’t know why but it really was until they showed her their rehearsal space in the basement.

“This is sick!” Violet gasped as she let her eyes wander over every single guitar that hung on the wall and the amplifiers they used in the room. While she wandered around, letting her eyes bathe in the beauty that was the Sunset Curve practice room, Luke watched her like a hawk. A lovesick hawke.

His eyes were tender as they noticed her every move. He wondered what was going on inside her head and if she was thinking about him too. She probably wasn’t as she was so focused on the instruments, especially the grand piano seemed to capture her interest. The girl let her fingers glide over the ivories.

“So, if Luke’s done staring at Violet, maybe we can start rehearsing,” Reggie stated, capturing everyone’s attention, but more so Violet’s and Luke’s as their cheeks heated and turned a bright scarlet red.

“What are you rehearsing for?” Violet asked, dismissing the fact that she was blushing like a crazy person.

Reggie and Alex exchanged knowing glances before the latter responded to her question. “The Late Late Show.” Violet’s eyebrows knitted together, having never heard of that show ever. “With James Corden?” Alex tried again.

Violet quickly glanced over at Carrie who subtly stuck a thumb up in the air, letting Violet know that’s a good thing. “Oh!” Violet suddenly changed her demeanor from confused to excited. “Right! The Late Late Show! Yes, I know that show!”

“What song are you performing?” Carrie asked to change the subject and have Violet off the hook for a moment.

Bobby glanced at the boys for a moment to see if any of them were going to answer. “We were thinking Livin’ on a High Wire,” he said, “But we’re not sure yet.”

“Luke has a pretty cool song he’s working on!” Reggie announced. “We might do that one.”

“I have the lyrics, but I can’t find a good rhythm for it…” Luke said somberly.

Violet shrugged. “Lemme take a look at it? People say I’m pretty good with melodies and rhythms.” Luke chuckled nervously before reaching for his songbook and opening it on the right page. He placed it on the piano where Violet was standing and pointed at the lyrics.

“That’s all I’ve got.”

Violet leaned over the piano to take a look at it. Their shoulders brushed as the two of them scanned the page together. Luke tried to ignore the sparks he felt when he stood close to her and instead, enjoyed the pure bliss he had found himself in.

The girl hummed before placing her fingers on a few keys on the keyboard. A soft melody chimed through the rehearsal space and Luke immediately picked up on it.

“Oooh yeah, mmmm Breakthrough”

He grabbed his guitar again and let an electric riff float out, seconds before Alex and Reggie jumped in as well. As Bobby took over on the keyboard, Violet grabbed the microphone and started singing the words she had remembered.

“Up, down, spinnin all around Fly, high, falling to the ground Sometimes dreams can feel so far away Time, keeps, skippin' out a beat Left, right, trippin' on your feet Life is like a string of cloudy days”

Violet nodded to Luke, who took this as a sign it was his turn to sing. So, he grabbed that chance and, without breaking eye contact with Violet, sang the pre-chorus he wrote.

“Sometimes it's raisin' your voice Sometimes it's makin' some noise Sometimes it's proving to the world it was wrong”

Reggie skipped towards Luke and sang the next part of the pre-chorus with the lead singer in his mic the way they always do during gigs.

“Whenever you can't see the light Whenever there's no end in sight Keep on, keep on moving on Keep on moving on”

With the widest smile on her face, Violet chimed in on the chorus again with Alex and Bobby as well. Their voices blended together perfectly and the sound gave Violet a kick of adrenaline.

“Here comes a breakthrough Here comes a day Here comes a moment that you gotta go for it So don't let it get away It's all about breakthrough Just turn the page 'Cause everyday you’re getting closer Life is just a rollercoaster”

While Violet danced her way through the post-chorus Bobby, Alex and Reggie took for their account, Luke watched her with the greatest smile of admiration. This girl was so talented, she could turn a song she just saw on paper for a few seconds into a complete hit.

As the beat changed again, Violet halted in her spot and started singing the next verse. Though she didn’t quite remember the exact words, what she came up with sounded equally as good. Better, even.

“Stop, still, take another breath Road block, move it to the left Get around whatever's in your way Heartbreak, pick up all the pieces Don't stop dancin' in the bleachers It's gonna be your turn to play Gonna be your turn to play”

Violet turned to Bobby to rock out with him while Reggie and Luke sang the pre-chorus again.

“Sometimes it's raisin' your voice Sometimes it's makin' some noise Sometimes it's provin' to the world it was wrong Whenever you can't see the light Whenever there's no end in sight Keep on, keep on movin' on Keep on movin' on”

Then, Violet turned around again, looking at Carrie as their only source of a crowd and performed the chorus towards her. Though she didn’t quite like seeing her best friend falling for the lead singer after what had happened the last time, she did love seeing her in her element, performing with the band.

“Here comes a breakthrough Here comes a day Here comes a moment that you gotta go for it So don't let it get away It's all about a breakthrough Just turn the page 'Cause everyday you’re getting closer Life is just a rollercoaster”

Bobby quit playing the keyboard and picked up the microphone. Violet had almost forgotten about his talent of rapping until the boy spit out the bridge like a total pro. The same way he did during their gig.

“You can see it in the blind sight Movin' through the limelight Groovin' to the music imma use it when the time's right Hoping I can do it through the shadows, I can shine bright Usually in life there's one short, this is our night Listen to the rhythm that we given and it will make you Start pushin' the barriers and it will take you Wherever it is you wanna go, never too late to Keep pushing till you breakthrough”

Luke’s voice floated through the space as the song broke down with just Bobby playing the keyboard. Violet turned to face Luke and moved towards him, reaching out her microphone for him to use as he sang the pre-chorus again.

“Sometimes it's raisin' your voice Sometimes it's makin' some noise Sometimes it's provin' to the world it was wrong”

With a wicked smirk on her face, Violet echoed his last words while they shared the mic. Luke couldn’t stop his eyes from flicking up and down to her lips as she was so close to him.

“World it was wrong”

“Whenever you can't see the light”

“Can’t see the light”

“Whenever there's no end in sight”

“No end in sight”

The others picked up on the chemistry between the two singers and exchanged knowing glances. Their buddy had it bad and everyone could see it.

“Keep on, keep on movin' on Keep on movin' on”

While the others lapsed into the chorus again, Violet went for a high note before jumping in as well.

“Here comes a breakthrough Here comes a day Here comes a moment that you gotta go for it So don't let it get away It's all about a breakthrough Just turn the page 'Cause everyday I'm getting closer Life is just a rollercoaster”

The energy in the room was high as everyone gave their everything on the last post-chorus.

“Shake it, till you make it Till you breakin’ on through Don't stop till you breakin’ on through Shake it, till you make it Till you breakin’ on through Don't stop till you breakin’ on through Shake it, till you make it Till you breakin’ on through Don't stop till you breakin’ on through Shake it, till you make it Till you breakin’ on through Don't stop”

“Here comes a breakthrough”

Smiling at each other, the band didn’t need any words to agree that this was the best song they had ever written. It had that Sunset Curve energy, that empowering feeling they always wanted and needed. They could see this skyrocketing in the charts. Only Violet didn’t quite know that yet.

“That sounded amazing, you guys!” Carrie exclaimed excitedly as she clapped her hands. “I think you’ve got a new hit on your hands!”

Luke and Violet turned their heads at the very same time and both of them smiled at each other. “I think so too,” Luke admitted. Violet couldn’t ignore the fluttering feeling in the pit of her stomach. Something was happening and she wasn’t sure if she liked it or not.

“How about we go up for some drinks and snacks? I think we deserve it,” Alex suggested with a wide smile plastered on his face and the rest of the gang agreed with a mirroring smile.

The six of them headed upstairs where Alex and Reggie took care of the beverages and Luke and Violet were on snack-duty in their pantry. Of course that was just part of Alex and Reggie’s plan, but the two went along with it anyway.

“I wanna thank you for helping us out with that song,” Luke said as he handed Violet some snacks from the shelves.

Violet let out an airy chuckle. “That’s– that’s no problem, Luke. I really liked the song you had so far, so…” She shrugged, trying to balance the bags of chips Luke had piled on her. When he noticed her struggling, he finally took some off her. Their fingers brushed as he did so and while Violet tried to ignore the spark she felt, Luke didn’t quite.

“Can I repay you?” he asked and before Violet could protest, he continued. “Let me take you out on a date. Just dinner, us two?” The girl scoffed at his bravery and smoothness.

“Sure, Luke. Why not?”

His teeth dug into his lower lip as he gazed at her for a moment, processing the fact that she had just agreed to go out on a date with him. This all sounded so crazy but it did mean their plan was working. Violet should be happy about it, but there was just something in the way…

Days go by and there wasn’t one where the boys, Violet, Carrie, Julie and Flynn didn’t hang out together after school. They played some songs together, hung out and got to know each other bit by bit. It was nice to see the boys getting along again. It almost felt like a part of Violet became whole again.

“Hey, Violet,” Alex started carefully when the Sunset Curve boys entered the garage where the girls had already been chilling on the couch for an hour. She had her legs in Carrie’s lap while resting her back against the armrest of the couch, keeping herself busy scrolling through her phone.

“‘Sup, Lex?”

Alex scratched behind his ear while shooting a glance to his buddies, one of which grabbed an acoustic guitar from its stand where it had been waiting for them. “We wanted to thank you… For bringing the band back together,” he said, grimacing.

“And apologize for acting like complete idiots when you first asked us,” Luke added, fixing the guitar strap around his chest. Violet let out a chuckle at this, silently agreeing with Luke’s statement.

“And for that, we wanna give you a little glance into Sunset Curve and prove you are the perfect fit for our band,” Bobby continued with a grin. “So… Luke?”

With the widest smile on his face, Luke nodded and started to play a fun melody on his six-string. Violet sat up straight for this, facing the boys’ way as Alex started doing body percussion, adding a fun beat to the song.

The only one who didn’t seem into it, was Reggie. He was sitting on the edge of a couch, watching, but not moving. “Come on, Reginald!” Alex encouraged him before Luke counted him in and Reggie started to sing excitedly.

“Can you, 'a can you hear me?”

Alex let out a chuckle before answering Reggie’s call.

“Yep, loud and clear”

“We gotta get, we gotta get ready”

Luke dramatically responded to this one.

“'Cause it's been years”

Bouncing along excitedly, the girls watched as the boys continued to improvise together, much like Violet did the other day to get the band back together.

“Whoa, this band is back Whoa, this band is back Woo, woo”

Reggie reached for Violet’s hand, pulling her up while Bobby went for Carrie and Alex went for his two best friends.

“Can you,”

The girls responded this time.

“Yes we can,”

“Can you hear me?”

The four of them started dancing around the garage and around the boys while singing along with them. Thankfully, the song was easy enough to remember for everyone, which made it all the more fun singing along.

“Loud and clear”

“We gotta get, wanna get, we gotta get ready Cause it's been years Whoa, this band is back Whoa, this band is back Woo, woo”

Giggling, the girls fell back on the couch. Luke quickly exchanged his acoustic guitar for an electric one while the other boys claimed their own instruments. All four of them ready to start rehearsing.

“Got any genius songs up your sleeve, Captain?” Luke questioned, his eyes focused on Violet as she got up from the couch again. She reached for her backpack and fished her songbook out. It was a notebook the other Violet had stashed in her night stand, but Violet now claimed it as her own.

“I had this idea for a song… It might be absolutely terrible, but I wanted to see if we could do something with it anyway.” She placed the notebook on the grand piano and sat down before starting to play a soft melody.

“Trying hard to fight these tears I'm crazy worried Messing with my head this fear I'm so sorry You know you gotta get it out I can't take it That's what being friend’s about”

The notes floated out into the garage before coming to a halt. “And then we would like, come in with the instruments and it would speed up and –” she stopped herself from getting too excited about it and looking like a fool. “Unless you guys got a better idea?”

Bobby grimaced at the insecure girl that sat at the piano. This wasn’t the Violet he was used to and it made him wonder what happened in the other universe for her to become this ball of insecurity. She was a talented, gorgeous young woman. There was nothing she had to be insecure about.

“Something like this?” Bobby asked and played a riff on his guitar.

A thankful smile reached Violet’s cheeks and it widened as each boy added something to the melody. It sounded exactly like it did in her head when she thought of this. The boys were just the perfect addition to her music.

Softly, but with more confidence than before, she started singing the chorus she had come up with the other day.

“Gotta turn the world into your dance floor Determinate, d-determinate Push until you can't and then demand more Determinate, d-determinate You and me together, we can make it better Gotta turn the world into your dance floor Determinate, d-determinate”

“You guys should perform at the open mic night at Chubbie’s Friday,” Julie suggested as soon as the band stopped playing to bask into the genius that was Violet’s song.

While Luke was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement, Violet’s shake of the head shut him down almost immediately. “Why not, Vi? We sound epic and your songs are amazing! We can’t not share them with the world!”

“The last time I was on a stage, I puked over the entire front row… I’ve been afraid to get up on a stage ever since,” she replied without thinking twice about it. Only when she noticed Carrie’s and Bobby’s widened eyes and the other’s confused glances, she realized what she’d done. “Dirty Candy is different, though… I’m a completely different person in Dirty Candy. I’m not Violet. I’m Blue Candy.”

Carrie let out a relieved sigh at Violet’s quick saving. That was a good excuse.

“That’s fair…” Alex muttered, nodding his head. “We can’t force you to do something you don’t wanna do…”

Luke shook his head, disagreeing with both of them. “No, Violet… You have to get over that fear. What you have – it’s pure talent! And it’s a shame to keep it under wraps…” He took a step closer towards the piano, leaning over it until his face was mere inches away from hers. “I was wrong about you being just a bubblegum princess. You’re much more than that. You’ve got talent, Violet.”

Violet swallowed the lump that got stuck in her throat. Luke had never been this close to her. She couldn’t count the amount of times she had dreamed of being in this position. “I– I can’t do it, Luke… I can’t…” She got up from the stool but before she could move away from him, he grabbed her wrist to stop her.

“What if we’re all gonna be up there with you? You’re not alone, Violet… You have us. We’re backing you up. You got this, okay?”

This might be the only way to get back to her own universe. Maybe performing together could be her unfinished business. Maybe after that, she could get back to her own universe.

“Fine… I’ll do it…” she whispered, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear and cheer loudly.

Luke smiled a proud smile. “I knew you could do it,” he said before the band went back to rehearsing together.

During the entire rehearsal, Luke couldn’t help but remember the crush he used to have on this girl a few years back, before she turned into this Bubblegum Princess from Dirty Candy. He could feel that crush coming back as they made music together. Seeing her blossom, finding aspects of her personality he had never noticed before. He felt himself falling for her all over again and he knew he had to do something about it.

“Remember when I had a crush on Violet?” Luke asked the boys after rehearsal while they were packing up their instruments and the girls were chatting around the piano about the open mic night.

“Had?” Reggie asked, eyebrows raised. “Did that ever go away then?”

Luke rolled his eyes at his friend. “Yes, it did. But now it’s back and I don’t know what to do about it…”

“You could ask her out?” Alex said with his usual flair of sarcasm.

Luke opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. He knew Alex was right, but he had no clue how to ask a Dirty Candy member out on a date. “How?” he whispered.

“You ask her,” Alex replied and pushed the lead singer towards the girl in question, who happened to be making her way over to them. While the boys made their way out, taking the other girls with them, Luke stuttered and stammered as he watched the girl he had a crush on watch him expectantly.

Violet’s eyebrows knitted together. “You okay, Luke?” she asked.

“Yeah, yeah…” he chuckled and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “I uhm… I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go out with me? On – on a date?”

Her breath hitched in her throat. She never thought Luke Patterson would ever ask her out. Not willingly. The image of him laughing at her when their friends had set them up on a blind date flashed through her mind again.

“I– I can’t, Luke… I’m sorry,” she mumbled before gathering her stuff and exiting the garage, leaving Luke by himself and heartbroken. How could he have been so stupid, thinking Violet Dawson would actually want to go out with him?

If only he were born in a different universe where Violet would actually be into him…

Dressed in a floral romper and heels she borrowed from Carrie, Violet nervously walked over to her front door where seconds ago, someone rang the bell. She knew exactly who it was. Three minutes early.

“Hi Luke,” she greeted with a nervous smile while Luke let his eyes wander over her body.

“Woah,” he breathed before coughing to gather himself back up. “Uhm… You look gorgeous.” For a confident little asshole, he seemed insanely nervous right about now. Violet thought it was rather endearing that something as normal as a date made this rockstar so nervous.

“Thanks!” Violet said. “You clean up pretty nice too.” She regarded his outfit. A white button-down and slacks. Something he could wear to impress her mother, that was for sure.

Luke chuckled before reaching out a hand. “You ready to go, m’lady?”

Violet placed her hand in his and let him guide her towards the car. There was a nervous flutter that made itself known in her stomach. It wasn’t like she was nervous about the date. She was nervous about the outcome. For herself. And him.

“Where are we going?” she asked as he opened the door to the backseat open for her.

He smiled, “You’ll see.” He shut the door and jogged to the other side, getting in the backseat as well. To say Violet was confused yet not surprised he asked his chauffeur to drive them to the date, was an understatement but she let it slide. There were a lot more things about the rockstar’s life she wasn’t aware of yet.

“You’re really not gonna tell me where we’re going?” she questioned again whilst the driver sped away.

Tight lipped and silent, Luke shook his head. “But you could guess?”

“Not you too,” Violet rolled her eyes, giggling. “Uhm… Italy!” she joked excitedly, which made Luke laugh. “I would’ve expected something big like that from our first date, Mister Rockstar.”

“What if I told you we were going to the next best thing?”

The car came to a halt as the smirk on Luke’s face widened. He quickly pecked a kiss to Violet’s knuckles before getting out of the car and running around it to open Violet’s door, helping her out.

The two of them stood in front of a large building in a quiet part of the city, it seemed. There were barely any cars zooming past and, even though they were standing in the middle of the sidewalk, they weren’t in the way of anyone. It gave Violet plenty of time to read the elegant lettering ‘Figurati Italia’. It looked and sounded very posh and exclusive, and when they walked inside, Violet knew she was right.

“Luke, this–” she scoffed. “This looks insanely expensive, are you sure about this?”

Luke smiled at her, placing his hands on her shoulders in comfort. “Rockstar life,” he whispered before taking her hand and leading her towards the man in charge. “Signore Rossi!” he greeted the stout man animatedly.

“Signore Patterson!” the man wrapped his arms around the seventeen-year-old boy as though they were old friends getting reacquainted. The man’s eyes landed on Violet next. “Ah! Bellissima!” He reached for Violet’s hands and kissed her knuckles.

If Violet didn’t think Luke and the man were insanely adorable together, she would’ve found this extremely uncomfortable but the man seemed to be of good intentions and just wanted her to feel welcome.

The man turned back to Luke, whispering, “You’re very lucky tonight,” before guiding the couple to a table in the very back of the restaurant. “Your usual seats,” he said and while he handed them the menus and Luke carefully slid the chair behind Violet, she took a look around. They sat underneath this gazebo-like thing, covered with roses in every color.

“Do you like it here?” Luke asked once Signore Rossi had left them, capturing Violet’s attention. “If you don’t, we can go s–” Violet placed her hand over his, stopping his rambling.

“It’s perfect, Luke. E’ mozzafiato.” Luke had to blink a few times, her singing voice was hot, but her speaking Italian was even hotter. “It’s breathtaking,” she quickly translated, mistaking his bafflement for not understanding.

“I know – I didn’t know you could speak Italian?”

Violet grinned. “Just the basics.”

As they lapsed into a conversation about Italy and their own lives, Violet had to remind herself not to get too lost in Luke’s eyes and forget she wasn’t actually the Violet he used to know. She had to be careful not to give anything about the different universes away. It would ruin the plan and Luke would think she was completely nuts.

The night was coming to an end and Luke was leading Violet to her front door. It had been a fun night, filled with anecdotes about the tour and life. Luke felt like he knew Violet a little bit better and that he liked her even more.

“Do you remember that time our friends set us up on a blind date? You know, before the band took off and such?” Violet licked her lips and softly nodded her head. She had no clue what he was talking about but pretended she did. “Back then, I didn’t think of you as more than a friend or a sister. You were more like a sister to me, but now… You’ve changed, Violet. And I– I really like that change in you…”

Violet smiled. She just smiled. She didn’t know what else to do. There was nothing else she could do. She had no idea what he was talking about, but she liked the confession he just made. Their plan was working. Luke was falling in love with her.

He reached for her hand as it constantly brushed against his, his monologue wasn’t over yet. “I like hanging out with you, Violet. I really do. I hope we can do this again sometime.”

Violet suppressed the smile that threatened to spill and with a straight face she said, “Only if you take me to real Italy for the next date.” She pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before heading inside, leaving Luke at her front porch, dazed and confused with a tingling feeling on his cheek where her kiss lingered.

He wanted to know more about this girl. He wanted to find out where her confidence came from and what other genius ideas she had for songs. He wanted to get to know her. How she liked her coffee in the morning or how she ate her eggs. If she believed in conspiracy theories and what she wanted to do in life. He wanted to know everything about her.

Luke was smitten. He couldn’t hide it anymore.

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Stray Kids reaction: When they meet your big brother

So after the long wait, I’m finally back with a request from a lovely anon!! I hope you’ll enjoy!!

disclaimer: i don’t have a brother, so i’m not sure how they’ll reaction when their sibling brought their significate other home. i’ve made sure to write this as gender neutral as possible!! not proof read

please enjoy!!

Bang Chan

i have a feeling that chan would be super respectful towards your big brother tbh

the first time you took chan home, your brother watched him like a hawk

afraid that chan would hurt his lil sibling

he would try to leave a good impression

helping your brother out on some things when he’s over, taking care of you, updating your brother on things he’s planning to do with you, etc etc

chan is def the type of boyfriend to limit their pda’s when a family member is in the room

he would play with your hands if your brother’s in the room

soft boi

i repeat, very soft boi

if there’s something bothering him, he either goes to you or your brother

if the thing’s about you, he’ll go to your brother for advices

“hyung, do you know the best way to cheer y/n up?”

he’ll melt your brother down with a bit of time

i think that they’ll be best friends bonding over your embarrassing moments

Lee Minho

he’s the type to bite before he checks

the first time he meets your brother, he was super jealous

you weren’t paying any attention to him

and the next thing you know, you have a very clingy and pouty minho in your arms, muttering curses underneath his breath

your brother only laughs it off, claiming that the whole situation is funny

minho went beet red when you told him about your brother

immediately apologies

somehow won your brother’s heart within a couple of seconds

your brother asking about minho’s life as the three of you started hanging out together

wanting to make sure that minho is really the perfect match for you

minho would bring flowers every time he comes over

being somewhat formal with your brother just to annoy him a tiny bit

Seo Changbin

lemme tell you, this boi is scared shitless

he doesn’t want to make a bad impression on your brother

even after you told him repeatedly that your brother will love him

changbin double checks everything before leaving with you to meet your brother

he’s nervous

what if your brother decided that changbin isn’t the one for someone as perfect as you?

he nervously smiles at your brother when you finally saw him

turns out changbin’s worries are for nothing

your brother loved him at the moment he saw him

“yah y/n how did you score such a cute boy?”

which leads to changbin telling your brother about his work and how much he loves you

cheesy i know, but it’s changbin

Hwang Hyunjin

he looks confident

don’t let that fool you

he’s fucking nervous

much like changbin, he’s worried about your brother’s reaction when they meet

he doesn’t want to lose you, ever

he tells himself that the morning before meeting your brother

you’ve planned a nice picnic date and invited your brother just so they can finally meet

hyunjin almost the strawberry jam over himself when your brother shows up

you made introductions for the two of them and left with an excuse

it’s either this or you’re pushing the two of them into a locked room to talk before hyunjin chickens out

at first, your brother’s really snappy at hyunjin

barking at the poor boy that “an idol shouldn’t be dating” etc etc

but once he drags you in it, hyunjin can no longer stay quiet

bark back at your brother about how amazing you are, how much happiness you’ve brought into his life

by the end of it he told your brother that he’s keeping you with him for the rest of his life and drags you away

Han jisung

jisung is hyped that he’s finally meeting your brother

you planned to bring jisung with you when you go back home

but then your brother shows up at your apartment all of a sudden

which leads to a very confused jisung

your brother was nothing like the person he imagined

at the dinner table, your brother praised jisung for taking care of you

jisung smiles brightly

and, your brother can play video games better than him

you enjoyed watching your brother beating jisung’s ass in every game jisung suggested

your brother later mentoned that jisung felt like a little brother he never has

you hit your brother hard on the shoulder, “what does that means?? does it means i’m not enough for you hUh”

you have jisung aid you in the attacks

let’s say, the three of you have a fun night together

Lee Felix

your brother decided to surprise you at work

when he arrived, felix was there with you

he watched the two of you interacted

he was shook to his core when felix noticed him and said hello

“how the fuck your voice is deeper than hell?”

it’s the first thing your brother can think of after the scare.

felix splutters as you laugh beside him

“i told you he will get scared from your voice alone!” you told felix

your brother looks at felix disbelievingly

after the shock has worn off, your brother starts talking about random things he could think of

just as you expected, felix joined in, throwing random facts in the talk once in a while

the two of them gotten along quite nicely

Kim Seungmin

at first, seungmin’s worried about messing up in front of your brother

but after a pep talk (and a kiss) his confidence grew

he charmed your brother within the first ten seconds of meeting him

you left the two to talk and went to the kitchen (and pretend not to eavesdrop on them)

you heard seungmin telling your brother how much you meant to him

something from your brother got seungmin angry

before you knew it, a shouting match occured

you had to get your brother out of the house before it turns into something worse

“he basically told me that you deserves someone so much better than me!” seungmin snapped

you made him his favourite cup of tea before holding his hands in yours

you spent the rest of the night cuddling and assuring seungmin that you wouldn’t leave him for anyone else

seungmin made you pinky promise that you’ll stay with him forever and ever

Yang Jeongin

let’s be honest, jeongin’s a babie

which means he doesn’t really know how to approach someone

he panics when you told him that you two are going to meet your brother in a couple of days

he knows it’s important to leave a good impression on your brother

but he doesn’t know how

he resorts to asking his hyungs and you

you promised to get him home early if your brother was being a dick during the meet up

and you did

jeongin was visibly upset after your brother made a comment about his looks

you didn’t want to stay any longer after that

the final straw was when your brother told jeongin that you deserve someone more mature, not jeongin

jeongin hates that your brother was right in a way

you’re amazing, you shouldn’t settle on someone like him

but jeongin managed to scream at your brother’s face that he rather die than breaking up with you

you were proud of jeongin, and you made sure to tell him that everyday

#stray kids #stray kids reaction #bang chan #lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #reaction #fluff #angst #anon #anon request

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miraculouscontent · 5 years

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Kwami Buster reaction/analysis please!!!

You got it!

This episode is fun. Like, it’s a lot of fun. It feels like it’s been a while since I just had fun with an episode (I know this season doesn’t have a wide range to choose from there - probably still going to die when attempting to pick a top 5 - but still).

[Kwamitruster]

Just to start off, I’m legitimately surprised that it took this long to get a Ms. Mendeleiev akumatization. On the very small list of people I’ve been waiting to see akumatized, Ms. Mendeleiev has been on it since Season 1 and it’s almost weird that it took this much time considering that she’s basically the school’s only other notable teacher.

Of course, with kwami being what she was seeking before being akumatized… yeah, definitely makes sense for a season 3 episode.

I also enjoy that Ms. Mendeleiev is a bit hammy as Kwamibuster even though I question why in the world she’d go on a show like that to get an important theory out there; maybe she was just that desperate and they were the only ones who’d have her, who knows.

Kwamibuster also almost killed Alec so, y’know, that was great too.

AND MORE TIKKI AND PLAGG INTERACTIONS, YES.

I know we got some in episodes like “Sandboy” and “Reflekdoll”, but this is the prime Tikki-Plagg episode (which… yeah, granted, makes total sense considering kwami is in the darn title). It’s a little more of the same we’ve already seen, with Tikki just being like ugh Plagg why, but this expands on it a bit and has them meeting multiple times and also on Marinette’s balcony, which is nice.

And Marinette isn’t the one blamed for stuff this time, finally–

LIKE, REALLY, LEMME JUST SAY: it was so satisfying to see Marinette stay mad at Tikki for a bit (I was upset too when she tried to brush it off as “kwami nonsense” like excuse me???), and especially for Tikki to actually apologize in the end.

I do wish there was a little more on Plagg, but he does get berated a lot already so it was probably not even worth mentioning after the fact.

By the way, I choked with laughter as Adrien tried to scold SOMEONE ELSE for being irresponsible and almost getting captured. Dude, have you LOOKED in a mirror lately?

I guess the conflict concerning Tikki though is more about how believable it is that Tikki would do this sort of thing. It’s already one character flaw that Tikki seemed to have a hard time admitting that she made a mistake, but for Marinette to basically tell Tikki about how much she trusts Tikki and how she can be herself around Tikki, just for Tikki to not even look immediately guilty…

Yeah, that’s… not Tikki’s best moment there. I really think that Marinette bit wasn’t needed and made Tikki look worse than she needed to.

And speaking of Marinette–

[Mari-Net Result]

THE MIRACULOUS QUEEN HAS ARRIVED AND WE HAVE BEEN GRACED WITH HER PRESENCE.

So, not only does this episode have great Plagg-Tikki interactions, but it’s also Marinette doing one of the many things that Marinette does best. Before she’s even left Fu’s home, she’s already got her entire plan figured out to the last detail, and all we’re told about is her intending to let herself get captured, so we’re just left to guess until we see everything unfold.

And what a great bonus it was to see her wearing so many miraculouses at once. I always feel particularly spoiled when we get to see the design of various miraculouses (like how Adrien’s snake miraculous is really smooth and rounded while Luka’s has little ridges on them, then Marinette’s has a snake-inspired design that looks different enough from the miraculous itself).

(also, side-note: considering how different most of those miraculouses look on Marinette, I’m pretty sure the fox was intentionally similar to the original because she had to transform with it, so it had to be recognizable enough to the viewing audience; I imagine it might look different if she ever has the chance to use just the fox, but that’ll probably never happen)

Plus, there’s just something inherently perfect about the girl who can have 2928374 tasks at any given time using a miraculous that has the power to divide yourself so you can accomplish multiple tasks.

She should honestly keep it just for personal use.

And basically all of the miraculouses are very Marinette, like the ram miraculous becoming bows (is that a reference to that one 3D model of hers with the single bow? I hope so) and most of the miraculouses getting a pink/rose-gold color to them.

…She also looks so silly yet somehow so precious wearing them, of course.

Anarka would be proud, just sayin’. Have you SEEN all the accessories that woman wears?

…Actually, imagine Anarka with all the miraculouses. Like, don’t even take off the jewelry she already wears.

…I’m getting off-topic.

I think it’s interesting that Wayzz seems to have a lot of faith in Marinette compared to Master Fu. I mean, it makes total sense given “Feast”, which showed that Wayzz thinks things through a lot more than Fu, and… I don’t know. It’s just really sweet to see Wayzz believing in Marinette so strongly, and I already like Wayzz in general so it warmed my heart.

By the way, just a quick hooray for Multifox too, who is USING MIRAGE LIKE IT SHOULD BE USED; WHEN YOU’RE HIDDEN AWAY AND NO ONE CAN SEE YOU.

And… yeah, I know that we should probably see more instances of her being exhausted from using multiple miraculouses. I do think that her falling down before she’s even left the house set some expectations, and most other instances are either implied (i.e: the icons for the kwami starting to become more and more shattered the more she unifies) or is just Multifox slowly stepping out, hunched over and looking tired (which did at least make sense since she was the one unified the longest). She does get carried by the kwami throughout most of the episode so I’m not really that bothered about it, even with Fu and Wayzz talking about how special she is (this is always what I mean when I say that her crush on Adrien and her anxiety/clumsiness are massive nerfs that she needs; this girl would destroy the world otherwise).

But, of course, I can’t talk about Marinette wearing all these miraculouses and having this big plan and all these other things without talking about why she’s doing these things.

[Mousetrap]

Alright, everyone knew I couldn’t gush for long forever. Let’s get this over with.

The main thing that brings this episode down - and brings it down hard - is the identity shenanigans. Identity stuff has always been a sore spot in the fandom and this episode keeps poking and prodding at that spot like they’re trying to win an award for it.

It’s this whole thing about “giving up your miraculous” if you find out someone’s identity.

Marinette points it out to Tikki.

Plagg mentions it to Adrien.

Fu implies it to Marinette.

And then Tikki brings it up to Marinette.

Four instances in one episode. One would’ve already been distracting enough but this is four. Like, that’s already dumb, but the logic behind it makes no sense.

First off, the obvious: Ladybug and Chat Noir have been doing this for three seasons. I presume that Marinette would’ve just continued her guardian training had she found out Adrien was Chat, but still, she’s been Ladybug for a long while now and she’s good at it.

It just seems like the show only brought it up to make a point about why Marinette and Adrien specifically can’t know each other’s identities, but having it be mentioned four times and leaving so many holes just has it looking like a desperate attempt. Being so quick in an episode to essentially say, “Hey! If this one thing happens, prepare for two and a half seasons of content to suddenly mean a lot less!” was undeniably going to make people upset (think “Weredad”, but for identities instead of romance).

Secondly, yes, in a theoretical sense, someone figuring out someone’s identity may very well mean that they purposefully tried to figure out their identity, so they should get their miraculous revoked, but that is not such a simple case.

Let’s say that Chat just de-transformed in front of Ladybug. That would technically qualify since now Ladybug knows his identity, so should she get her miraculous revoked because someone else revealed themself and she couldn’t have controlled that?

Not only that, but it was Plagg’s fault that this happened and it’s hard to not let one’s mind wander. It’s not either Adrien nor Marinette’s fault if they’d accidentally figured each other out; it would be Plagg’s.

Thirdly, I am baffled at the idea that figuring out someone’s identity means that the person who figured it out gets their miraculous revoked. That just seems like a recipe for disaster, especially when the rule for temporary heroes (we’ll get to that, by the way) is that one can’t have the miraculous back if anyone else knows their identities.

Getting a miraculous revoked risks akumatization from the negative emotions that would stir up, and that akumatized person could very well just tell Hawk Moth about the identity of the hero they’d figured out, then everything is ruined, just like that.

And no, it’s not fair for, say, Marinette’s miraculous to get revoked because Adrien - hypothetically - went out of his way to discover her identity, but that’s the logical path to take if one is going to pull this “identity reveal = miraculous revoked” card.

Plus, if miraculouses were all about being fair, Chloe never would’ve gotten hers back.

The idea behind protecting one’s identity has always been about “protecting loved ones” or whatever, but then this episode comes along and takes the opposite stance, which is just confusing. It’s as if the rules apply differently just because one has a permanent miraculous, like, “oh, your loved ones would be in danger if they knew, but you won’t get your miraculous taken unless you figure out another hero’s identity.”

…Now, that said, even though that identity thing bothers me in the episode, the identity thing that doesn’t bother me here is when “Ladybug” tells “Marinette” that she can’t get the mouse miraculous back because Chat saw her.

The reason it doesn’t is because it’s not important for us as an audience to believe that Marinette wouldn’t be allowed to have the miraculous back. We already know that Marinette is Ladybug so she can’t really get the mouse back unless there are very specific circumstances involved.

The important thing is for Chat to believe that Marinette can’t get the mouse back and also that Marinette is not Ladybug.

Chat doesn’t know that Rena Rouge and Carapace know each other’s identities.

Max couldn’t have gone into the next room had he not been given the horse.

Chat can’t bring up Viperion without revealing that he’s Adrien (and Ladybug doesn’t know he’s Adrien either, nor is expecting him to be Chat, so she couldn’t make that connection). Not only that, but Adrien didn’t technically see Luka transform into Viperion, so plausible deniability there.

Ryuko hasn’t even happened yet because Fu isn’t on the run yet in “Kwamibuster.”

In addition, “Party Crasher” hasn’t happened (Fu is on the run then) so Chat hasn’t seen Viperion nor Pegase return as heroes. A hero being picked once doesn’t mean that they’ll be picked again, and Fu could’ve just said, “oh, I picked these heroes and it was an emergency.”

Also, it wasn’t just Chat who was there. Ms. Mendeleiev was there as well, and she’d just tried to out the existence of kwami. It was absolutely a mistake on the storyboarders’ parts to not show Mendeleiev being there as well until Mendeleiev approaches Chat, but she was indeed there and she would’ve seen Multimouse de-transform into Marinette as well.

It was also absolutely in-character for Marinette to have this big elaborate plan to clear her as Ladybug whereas Adrien was just like, “um–elementary school?” (he did actually call it a high school earlier but meh, details), so that was a bonus.

But… yeah, no, the episode is definitely not perfect. I mean, just off the top of my head:

- The show Ms. Mendeleiev is on is only fun because of the students’ reactions to it. I didn’t laugh at all otherwise.

- Marinette and Adrien do a similar ramble-y thing back to back which was already done in “Frozer” and I still don’t like it.

- I legitimately don’t know how to feel about Adrien only presuming that Marinette is Ladybug because of what he saw and not because he sees similarities between them. I mean, in a way, I’m glad I get to pile on more evidence to the “Desperada” stuff that was already there but this kid has like, no reaction to the idea that one of his friends is Ladybug. I’m not surprised exactly, but… I’m confused?

- Still going off of Adrien, Chat INTERRUPTS THE BATTLE TO TALK WHICH DISTRACTS LADYBUG ENOUGH FOR HER TO GET SHOT–I mean, like, Adrien/Chat is MOSTLY tolerable in this episode (”Awesome plan, girls!” was nice to hear) but I’d be lying if I said that moment didn’t grate a little on me. Save your internal struggle for patrol, Chat.

- Multimouse’s transformation track is AWESOME but the fact that she holds her pose while the background is still moving at the end looks strange to me when basically all other transformations have the pose and background freeze at almost the exact same time.

- Multimouse’s mask breaks in the model multiple times throughout the episode and it’s really distracting. Also, judging by the shot with Adrien giving Multimouse the ring, I think they shrunk the ring just slightly to fit around her waist, so her model size can sometimes be inconsistent.

- I want to know more about how Multitude works. Like, the dividing of it makes total sense, but can Marinette pick the size she wants? She divides into basically exactly enough Marinette to fit into the kwami mouths, and the fact that she’s the perfect size for it seems too convenient unless there’s a height limit based on how many multiples she has but she can go smaller if she wants. Does the division start at the height of her glowing white legs, so no Multimouse divided could be taller than that, and that’s why the division doesn’t seem to be based on her full height?? I NEED ANSWERS!!!

- I–I just… can we talk about “the mouth thing” in this show? I don’t want to say the cursed “v” word but with Gigantitan almost eating people and the actual POV shots for it, and now Multimouse riding in multiple kwami mouths (additional mention to that gross thing the Astruc head did in “The Puppeteer 2″), I’m just really weirded out, man! Like, can we not????

- I’m still mildly confused about how unifying and dividing works. I mean, unifying, not so much, since it seems like a very basic, “say the name of the new kwami and then the kwami you’re already transformed with, then unify”, but dividing is still weird. Like, after some thought, the best I can muster is that you say the name of the kwami you’re transformed with, then the kwami you’re taking away (as seen in, “Mullo, Trixx, divide!” and, “Mullo, Plagg, divide!”), unless you have to take away the kwami you’re transformed with, in which case you only say their name (”Mullo, divide!” and she becomes Ladybug instead of Multimouse). I feel like just saying the name of the kwami you want taken away should be enough and also be not as confusing, because I keep thinking that it’s an error (ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY SAY “TOPPO” AND NOT “MULLO” AND THEN DON’T EVEN GET THE KWAMI RIGHT WITH THE ICON USED FOR THEM).

- We didn’t see much of Mullo because the episode wastes so much time on characters talking. We see Mullo once when Ladybug divides them and then again when all the kwami are flying off with her, but that’s it. I presume they’re saving Mullo for the “official” mouse holder but still, just a line from Mullo would’ve been nice.

Ultimately, I think how one views the episode really depends on how much they’re taken by plot and lore. If one likes it for flavor, I think they’ll find the episode to be fun, but if details are important, I think it’ll be a little more frustrating.

For me personally, I can just edit out the identity mentions tune out the stuff that bothers me, because the main part of this episode that I focus on is the fun of Tikki-Plagg shenanigans and BLESSED QUEEN MININETTE.

It has a lot of flaws (I mean, I just went on for a good while about things that were probably nitpicks but still noticeable on first viewing), but… I dunno.

I like it. I think an episode like “Startain” is technically better put together plot-wise and has fewer things to complain about, but I like “Kwamibuster” more because it’s more fun overall.

#((This one took a while just because I don't have a lot of salt for it tbh.))#category: positivity #category: critique #category: salt #episode: Kwamibuster #other: ask and answer

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peepingtoad · 4 years

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@asaraltu said: For someone as disciplined as himself, one would think him amenable to a partner who was an early riser. Except, that's where Madara fell utterly short. Petulantly did he latch his arms around the sage's waist, blinking owlishly that lost the potency of his glare. "The sun isn't even up yet..." he groused softly, pouting at the man. | impromptu asks | always accepting! |

As he was tugged back into the warm dip in the futon he’d barely even escaped, the strength in that hold quite the surprise given his beloved’s languorous state, Jiraiya could once again only marvel at the fact that someone so feared the world over could be so very, painfully adorable.

Indeed, there was no way he could muster up the resolve to say no to those blearily blinking eyes, nor to the soft downward curve of a mouth already so inclined towards resting sulkiness. His heart was weak, and he wouldn’t even try to deny it.

“Madara... darling... I love you,” he said softly, and with only the fondest lilt of amusement in his voice as he twisted to cup the Uchiha’s cheek and kiss him on the lips, enjoying the way his skin felt ever so cutely toasty from where he’d been swaddled in their shared blankets, “however I also really, really need to pee.”

Of course, without any intervention ‘needing to pee’ would inevitably have changed into ‘needing breakfast’, then ‘needing a smoke with a piping hot lapsang’, then ‘needing to jot down that idea I’d had just before drifting off last night’... really, the list could (and would) go on, seeing him remain awake until a post-brunch drowsiness overcame him.

Oh, but how this one had a way of making him rethink his usual habits! Arms curling around him in a secure embrace, Jiraiya found himself settling back into a half recline as he nuzzled into Madara’s thick mane.

“Just lemme go real fast, and I promise I’ll be right back before ya know it.”

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to spend the morning lounging lazily in bed with the one he adored, reading a book while he snuggled into his chest; or alternatively, he could simply lie there and watch as the sun filtered ever more golden and bright through the drapes, listening to the irregularly fluttering zephyr that would be Madara’s breaths, feeling his rib cage expand slowly in his hold with each intake.

Had he not earned such a simple joy? Having spent a life seemingly fated never to be allowed pause for reprieve? When he thought of it like that... yes, this was something he could really start to enjoy.

There was only one lingering problem, he recalled as his arms gave a single, only slightly firmer squeeze, hoping that if his wild-haired hawk had ebbed back into sleep’s embrace during his moment of introspection, his grip would lull him from it again with the utmost of care.

Ah... but he was sure he could hold it in just a little longer.

#asaraltu #i.... die at the domesticity...#{verse:hitoabura | asaraltu}#{fragments | asaraltu}#{q.}

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singingcookie · 5 years

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Idk if it's okay to ask multiple things in one ask? If not, you can just pick one/some of these (I'll leave the choice up to you~): 001 - bnha | 002 - momojirou, izuocha | 003 - kaminari, hawks, tsuyu, jirou, uraraka, shigaraki, midoriya

Yeah that’s totally fine!! Though someone else did send me Izuocha (link) and bnha (link) in other asks, but I shall answer the rest here!! I’m gonna put it under a cut so it doesn’t take a million years to scroll past lol

I think I’m gonna do the characters you sent besides Uraraka and Deku, mostly because I talk about them all the time anyways. And the odds of someone else sending me those two are fairly high so on we go!!

To kick things off, Momojirou!

002 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

when or if I started shipping it.

Y’know, I’m not really sure? It wasn’t anything in canon. I think it was just a piece of fanart that got me to consider it and I was like “hmmmm you have my attention…” about it afterwards lol

my thoughts:

I think they’re a really cute prospect! We already know that Momo’s helped Kyouka with studying for the final exams, and then Hori said in the Ultra Archive book that just came out that they’re sharing music with one another and they’re really close friends so!! I’d be more than down with this ship lol

What makes me happy about them:

They’re so different, but they’re eager to learn more about each other! That’s always something really cute…!

What makes me sad about them:

They’re not a very popular ship :/ I see a lot of fanart, but not much in the way of fics unless they’re just there like in the background primarily.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

They’re usually a background ship lmao

Things I look for in fanfic:

Give me them as the main focus and show me two girls who care about each other and I’m very sold lol

My kinks:

Errrr I really don’t have any lol

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

For Momo I think AwaseMomo is cute, so’s the concept of IidaMomo and maybe TodoMomo if you give me good build up. For Jirou I’d say I’d be down with Kamijirou and also no one talks about it but like…guys we’re all sleeping on Minajirou…

My happily ever after for them:

They get to be cute girlfriends during off time from Hero work. Jirou also writes rock music in her free time, and Momo loves get togethers to invite all of their friends over and listen to Jirou play.

Okay on to the people questions!!

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you

First and foremost, Kaminari!

How I feel about this character:

I really like Kaminari! He’s a huge goofball but he also really cares about his friends. And while he may not have the highest grades in the class, he seems to be really good at reading people!

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Kamijirou, ShinKami, KamiMina, KamiKiri… I’d be down with any of those tbh.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

KamiSero. Bros man. Bros for life

My unpopular opinion about this character:

I don’t think he’s quite as dumb as some parts of the fandom can portray him as though I think his classmates do over exaggerate it themselves similar to how fandom does

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

Mostly I just hope we get him in more serious situations as the story continues? The only time we’ve seen him really get serious was during the license exam. And I just think it’d be nice to see him under a more serious kind of pressure now that he has better means of controlling his quirk.

My OTP:

Kaminari/Wheeeey

My OT3:

I can’t even think of a solid OT3 here that I could really get behind so idk.

Next up we got Hawks!

How I feel about this character:

Lemme tell you, I was not expecting to love Hawks as much as I do? He’s not really one of my top 5 or anything but any time he shows up I’m like “Hey!!! It’s mah boy!!!” He’s great, love him. Terrified for him also considering how many Icarus parallels we’ve gotten hahahahaha

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

I think the concept of Huyumi is neat?

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

EndHawks are a solid brotp from how the manga’s going rn. Also Tokoyami and Hawks. And my OC Hikaru and Hawks I mean what.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

I’m not really sure tbh. Maybe just that I don’t think he’s gonna turn on the heroes for real? I know that’s been a thing like “how do we know what side he’s really on?” But I think the latest chapter kinda helps kick that away idk

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

*banging pots and pans together* DEEPEN THAT BACK STORY GIVE ME MORE INFO DAMMIT

My OTP:

Hawks/Living

My OT3:

Again I…have no idea lmao

Alright now we go on to Tsuyu!!

How I feel about this character:

Tsuyu is a good frog. I really enjoy her character and her overall just chill kind of nature I guess? But I also love that she’s still willing to stand up for her convictions! Like, saying what she did in the hospital took a lot guts! And then telling the rescue group how much knowing they went through with it hurt her… She’s a brave girl who stands up for what she believes in. She’s got a good head on her shoulders for sure!

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Habuko/Tsuyu, Tsuchako… It occcurs to me that I must headcanon her as wlw because I can’t really imagine her with any of the dudes.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

TokoTsuyu and MidoTsu! I love the way she interacts with both boys and how easily they work together and she gets along with them!

My unpopular opinion about this character:

Idk I think it reads really weird when people write her as saying “kero” or “ribbit” every single sentence. Like, she does say it often enough but not like every sentence. I’m not sure outside of that what an unpopular opinion would even be for her.

Actually also consider…transgirl Tsuyu. Thank you for your consideration.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I’d like to see her struggles a little more? She’s been a part of a couple of arcs but it’s mostly just with her just kinda being there. We don’t see her struggling like Ochako does following Overhaul. The most struggle we got was the hospital and follow up scene. It would be nice to expand on that for her character I think. Give us a better grasp on her by knowing how she goes through something hard.

Maybe also show us something with her family too!

My OTP:

Habuko/Tsuyu by a mile!

My OT3:

I can’t really think of one, but I think that’s just cause I only have the two ships and I feel weird pushing that into an OT3 when Habuko and Ochako don’t know each other lol

Then we have Jirou!!

How I feel about this character:

Jirou’s kind of a nice change from a lot of the other girls in Class A. The rest are pretty bubbly or upbeat while Jirou’s kind of lowkey and sarcastic? She’s a good change of pace while also being really nice to bounce said characters off of. I also like seeing her love of music. And the fact that while it’s something she really does love she’s not really looking to make a career out of it? Because sometimes you want your hobbies and job separate so that’s cool to see too.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Oh gosh okay um Momojirou, Kamijirou, KoudaJirou and Minajirou. These are all good and I will stand by it lol

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Bakujirou. Listen…the cultural festival and then the joint training put this friendship in my heart and I’m so about it! But also I love her friendships with all the people in the ships I mentioned…

My unpopular opinion about this character:

Idk if this is unpopular but I don’t think she’s very uppity about music taste? I think Jirou’s really open to a wide variety of music but she tends to enjoy rock the most. It’s part of why she’s learned to play so many instruments, I think!

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

Give me a moment where she gets to be at the core of something heroic. We almost got a glimpse of that in the USJ attack. But then she was unconscious for the training camp, she wasn’t part of Overhaul… She did get focus in the cultural festival but that was about the music, more than any like hero mission or anything…

My OTP:

Jirou/Music

I’m sorry I know a lot of these OTPs sound like jokes but it’s mostly because there isn’t like one of the romantic ships that super outweighs the others for me.

My OT3:

*shrugs*

And last but certainly not least: Shigaraki!! BE FOREWARNED LOTS AND LOTS OF SPOILERS AHEAD!!

How I feel about this character:

Shigaraki is a poor bastard that I love to hate. He’s a really complex character as we’ve been shown since the villain arc. His backstory is absolutely tragic. And Hori keeps painting for us these parallels to Deku but ultimately they function more as foils. Putting them in similar situations only to highlight the difference the two characters have with one another.

I can’t wait to see what else Hori has in story regarding him!

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Hmmm, I’m not really sure I have a ship for him really? I think it’s mostly just that I haven’t considered it, so I don’t really have any thoughts regarding that.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

His whole relationship to the League is...actually really sweet? It’s nice that they’ve all found this little home and camaraderie with one another.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

I don’t really think he’s all that bad? Like I know there’s a lot that don’t think he’s very interesting or what have you, but I really find his character fascinating and I can’t wait to see how much more he grows outside of AfO’s influence.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I really like the idea of some of his memories being faked by AfO or else that AfO is the one that gave him his quirk in the first place. It just makes the most sense to me considering how his quirk started out so strong right at the beginning when all the other quirks we’ve seen don’t start off immediately strong unless they’re a quirk with a stockpile effect (e.g. OfA and Eri’s Rewind).

My OTP:

Shigaraki/Medication for his skin condition :

My OT3:

I don’t even have any ships how would I do an OT3 lmao

#Anonymous #Momojirou #Kaminari Denki #Hawks #Takami Keigo #Asui Tsuyu #Jirou Kyouka #Shigaraki Tomura #Shimura Tenko #bnha #about me #ask #This got really long lolol

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Adrien’s eyes widened as he stared at her in shock. Then, a split second later, his face fell, and Marinette felt her heart fall along with it.

No, please no... Adrien don’t do this to me.

“I... I’m sorry, Marinette, but I like someone else.”

Just barely managing to produce a wobbly smile, Marinette stumbled out, “T-that’s ok.”

“I hope we can still be friends though,” Adrien stated eagerly.

Marinette could feel her heart breaking with the use of that word. There’s that word again... Friends. Just friends. She swallowed a lump in her throat as she prayed that the tears wouldn’t come spilling out in front of him. Biting down hard on her lip, she attempted to console him, “O-Of course.” I need to get out of here, she screamed silently at herself. She once again attempted a smile at the concerned boy, “Well... um... I had better go then. Otherwise my parents might get mad. It is kinda late,” she turned to leave but felt a hand on her arm stopping her path.

“Are you sure you’re alright, Marinette?” Adrien’s brow was furrowed into an adorable pout.

No, you idiot, but I don’t want to start bawling in front of you, She growled at him angrily in her head. She swiped a hand over her eyes before turning back to him and nodded. Luckily, she spotted The Gorilla over Adrien’s shoulder, and she jerked her head over to the car that was waiting for him, “You’d um... better go. Your ride’s here.”

Adrien held onto her arm a little while longer, searching her face for something, she didn’t know what, until a honk startled the both of them. He finally let go, albeit reluctantly, “I’ll see you at school tomorrow, right, Marinette?” Adrien said whilst backing towards his car slowly.

“Yeah,” she managed to croak out, before quickly opening the bakery door and slamming it shut. She watched as Adrien stared at the bakery for another few minutes until he finally sighed and slid into the backseat of his car. It was only until after he finally drove away that Marinette allowed herself to slide down the door, dropping her head into her hands. Letting out a few more quiet sobs, she finally managed to lift her head up with a shaky intake of breath. Standing up on wobbly legs, she locked the bakery door and pulled her heels off of her feet. She padded down the hallway to the stairs quietly, so as not to wake her sleeping parents.

“Marinette, are you alright?” Tikki phased through her purse, staring at the blank-faced girl. Ignoring the small kwami, Marinette continued to climb the stairs up to her bedroom. “M-Marinette?” Tikki questioned, following along after her. It was only until after Marinette firmly shut the trapdoor to her bedroom, that she finally allowed herself to break down. She crumbled none so gently to the floor, as she curled in on herself sobbing loudly.

“Hey... hey, listen to me it’s going to be alright,” Tikki attempted to comfort the weeping girl.

“No! No, it’s not going to be alright, Tikki!” Marinette snapped angrily, her head popping up as tears billowed down her face, “You don’t understand! How am I ever going to look Adrien in the eyes again after I just completely humiliated myself?”

“You heard him. He still wants to be your friend, Marinette,” Tikki nuzzled the girl’s cheek reassuringly.

“Oh, yes. ‘Friends’! Always friends... never anything more,” Marinette glared at her floor bitterly, “God, would it have killed him to just say yes. Only to see! If nothing happened I would have happily let him go! How can he know I’m not his soulmate.” The anger subsided as quickly as it had come as Marinette let out another loud wail, “Oh who am I kidding!? I was never going to be Adrien’s soulmate. Whoever he likes is probably so much more amazing then I could ever hope to be.”

“Marinette... Marinette!” Tikki shouted to be heard over Marinette’s loud sobs, “You need to stay calm! You can’t get akumatized! You know this!”

Marinette’s hands flung up into the air as she angrily stood up, “Ok Tikki! You tell me how I’m supposed to find the bright side in all of this!! How am I meant to be ok with the fact that Adrien just took my heart and smashed it to pieces!”

“I know it’s hard Marinette, but you’re Paris’ hero. If you get akumatized think of what Hawk Moth can do!”

Marinette pinched the bridge of her nose, before taking in a deep breath, “You’re right, Tikki. I’m sorry,” she attempted to smile, though it came out as more of a grimace.

“Now there’s the Marinette I know and love,” Tikki smiled gently at her.

Gulping in another deep breath, Marinette managed to stop her soft cries. Managing a brighter smile, she walked to her closet and pulled out a pair of pajamas, “I’m going to attempt to get some sleep tonight and hope that everything will feel better in the morning,” she sighed as she slipped on her pajamas and kissed Tikki’s forehead gently.

“I know it seems like the end of the world right now Marinette, but everything will heal in time. The world has a way of working itself out,” Tikki grinned softly.

“Thank you,” Marinette whispered as she unclasped her necklace and removed her bun messily. Climbing up the ladder into her bed, Marinette flopped face-first onto it. Groaning loudly into her pillow, she felt Tikki curl up on her own small cushion that Marinette set up for her every night.

“Everything’s going to be alright, Marinette,” Tikki whispered gently.

Marinette shut her eyes tightly against the wave of tears she could feel building up beneath her eyelids. She snuggled deeper into her covers as a few drops managed to leak out and drip onto her pillow. Silent sobs shook her shoulders until she thankfully and finally fell into a deep sleep. Though her sleep most often consisted of beautiful visions of her and Adrien together, tonight she dreamed of nothing.

When Marinette’s eyes fluttered open the next morning, she did as she did every day, check for colors. Scanning the walls of her room for even the tiniest speck of a different shade of black, she was struck by an encompassing sense of loneliness. That’s odd, she frowned to herself, I don’t usually feel this bad when I look for colors and can’t find anything. Suddenly, memories of the previous day’s activities with Adrien flooded her mind and it was all she could do not to fling the covers back over her head and cry. Sighing sadly, she forced herself up out of bed and began going through her daily motions. Attempting to shake off the overwhelming misery that urged her to get back into bed, she pulled her hair into its usual pigtails. As she did so, she noticed Tikki staring at her with a pitying expression. Managing a weak smile at the kwami, she attempted to console her, “It’s alright, Tikki. I promise not to get akumatized anytime soon.”

Tikki’s lips quirked up into a smile before whizzing over to the girl, nuzzling her cheek, “I know you will, Marinette. If anyone can do it, it’s you!”

Patting Tikki gently, Marinette’s face bloomed into a real smile, before she finally caught sight of her alarm clock, “Oh shoot! I am so so late once again,” she groaned.

Though usually seeing the time sparked Marinette into a panicked frenzy, she was unable to muster up the energy today. For the first time in my life I really don’t want to see Adrien Agreste, she thought to herself pityingly. She felt as though gravity was weighing down heavily upon her shoulders, causing everything in her to move slower then she would have liked. Trudging down the stairs and saying goodbye to her parents felt like the end of the world. Walking along the usual street to get to her school Marinette could barely keep her eyes open long enough to see where she was going. Every person she bumped into caused her to wince in pain, yet she was still able to murmur an apology to them as she slowly crept closer to the school. She took a deep breath once she arrived in the courtyard and approached the front door. She had missed most of first period, and as her teacher handed out the homework, Marinette let out a quiet sigh as well as a near-silent apology.

“Marinette I know you can do better than this,”

“Sorry again Ms. Bustier,” she murmured before attempting to catch up on the part of class that she had missed.

Adrien kept sending worried glances back at her but she deftly avoided eye contact by keeping her nose burrowed deep within her notes. Occasionally glancing up to see the words written on the chalkboard, she tuned out the world around her. However, she was startled out of this reverie by the sound of a note sliding over to her. She looked over at her best friend whose brow was furrowed in concern before staring down at the note pointedly. Opening the note, Marinette felt a rush of relief flood through her chest, trusting the fact that her best friend would take care of her.

Are you alright? I thought movie night went well?

Shaking her head at Alya, Marinette quickly scribbled down a reply before turning back to her lecture.

No... I’ll tell you after school. It’s a long story...

Alya grumbled angrily, before shooting another concerned look over at the despondent girl. As soon as the bell rang, Marinette practically yanked Alya up out of her seat and raced the both of them outside.

“Woah woah woah! Marinette slow down! What in the world is wrong?!”

Panting, Marinette came to a stop once they were a safe distance away from the school, and Adrien, “I didn’t want to see Adrien,” she murmured, kicking at a pebble.

Alya frowned at her, “Why? Last night when you texted me everything seemed completely fine. Did you not actually go?”

“I did Alya... oh but I wish I hadn’t,” Marinette’s eyes welled up with tears before flinging herself into her best friend’s arms.

“Marinette! Oh my god, are you alright? What’s wrong?!”

“I... I did what you did with Nino and I asked Adrien out,” she hiccupped through broken sobs.

“He didn’t,” Alya breathed out, gently patting her best friend’s back.

Nodding Marinette let out a few more quiet cries before pulling back slightly, “Oh but he did Alya! God, I must have been an idiot! Of course he likes someone else!”

“No no no! Marinette you are the opposite of an idiot!” Alya tugged her back into a bone-crushing hug, “Adrien is just blind and stupid,” she declared, rocking the girl gently back and forth.

Marinette sunk into her best friend’s arms, sniffling quietly. Leave it to Alya to know how to make her feel better instantly, “C-can you come over for a bit?” she questioned quietly.

“Of course I can!” Alya squeezed her tighter, “I’m going to make you forget all about that dumb model!”

“I don’t think that’s possible,” Marinette chuckled dryly, “But could you maybe let me go? I think you’re destroying my insides.”

“Sorry,” Alya smiled sheepishly, loosening her grip on the girl.

“I have the best friend ever,” Marinette beamed at Alya happily.

“Damn straight!” Alya barked, giggling back at her best friend. However, a voice from behind them startled both girls, making Marinette lose all previous happiness and caused her face to pale quite quickly.

“Hey Alya. Hey Marinette,” Adrien started out hesitantly, “Are you guys looking forward to this weekend?”

Letting out a quiet peep, she stared at Alya in horror. Help, she pleaded to her friend silently. Alya’s face pinched in anger before she quickly stepped in front of Marinette, blocking the terrified girl from Adrien’s view. “Yep,” she stated tightly, all but glaring at the poor boy.

Marinette peeked over Alya’s shoulder, sneaking a quick glance over at Adrien’s face. He looked shocked and confused and for a minute Marinette felt guilty. You have nothing to feel guilty about, she thought to herself harshly. Tugging on Alya’s arm, she whispered in her ear, “Can we just go?”

Nodding her head stiffly, Alya did not relinquish her stare-down with Adrien. Finally, when he looked down and away from her did Alya turn and begin marching away, “Come on Marinette, it’s time to go.”

Instantly turning to follow after the determined girl, Marinette was stopped from her path by a hand latching onto her wrist. She quickly glared down at her arm, willing the tingles to stop shooting up it from his contact with her wrist. Adrien you really need to stop doing this, Marinette bemoaned to herself silently. Staring down at the ground, she let him turn her around to face him.

“A-are you alright, Marinette?” Adrien asked, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously.

What do you have to be nervous about? I’m the one who got rejected. Marinette pursed her lips before kicking another pebble, “Y-yeah, I’m fine,” she muttered.

“Do you hate me?”

She scoffed lightly, finally looking up at the boy in front of her, “No, Adrien. I don’t hate you,” she said, her lips lifting into a slight smirk. I could never hate you, she added in her head silently.

He sighed, relieved and let go of her wrist, allowing Marinette to turn and follow after her best friend. Tightening her lips, however, she turned back to Adrien. Hesitating quietly, she stated quietly, “Listen, Adrien... I, um, I think I need some time.”

“Time for what?” he frowned slightly.

“Time away from you,” Marinette nibbled on her lip nervously. He looked so shocked and so much like a kicked puppy, that Marinette hastened to clarify herself, “We’re still gonna be friends don’t worry! It’s just that, well um... I’m not gonna lie to you, Adrien, I’ve been in love with you for a really long time,” she chuckled wryly, before taking in a shaky breath, “And hearing you say you didn’t love me back hurt. It hurt a lot actually, especially because the only person I ever thought of sharing colors with was you.”

“Marinette, I--” Adrien started before Marinette cut him off with a gentle shush.

“And I’m really sorry but right now looking at you and talking to you still makes my heart hurt,” Adrien’s face dropped as Marinette continued to pour out her feelings to him, “I’m not saying we can never be friends again! I just... I need some time to think. Adrien, I never looked at you as just a friend, I always looked at you as something more. So do you think it’s possible for you to give me that?” she finished her speech by looking up at him from beneath her lashes, tapping her two index fingers together.

Adrien merely opened and closed his mouth together a few times before nodding silently at her. “Thank you,” Marinette whispered as she leaned in and kissed his cheek softly. As she turned and ran back to Alya, she never noticed the small black kwami pop out of Adrien’s shirt pocket.

“Well nice going kid. You really screwed that one up,” Plagg stated simply, before ducking back into his spot in Adrien’s shirt.

“Shut up,” Adrien muttered down at him, before caressing his cheek and staring after Marinette with a forlorn expression. He sighed, before going back to the front of the school, where his car was waiting to pick him up.

When Marinette finally caught up to Alya, she noticed the girl staring at her with an annoyed expression, tapping her foot impatiently on the ground, “And just where have you been?”

“Talking with Adrien,” she blushed.

“That boy is no good for you,” Alya stated simply, before grabbing onto her arm and began stomping towards Marinette’s house once again, “He’s blind and an idiot. We are going to find you a new man! Just you wait! One who can see exactly how amazing you are!”

She chuckled weakly, “Alya come on... Don’t you think it’s a little too soon for that?”

“Nope,” Alya said determinedly, whilst walking through the front doors of the bakery, “Hello Madame and Monsieur Dupain-Cheng,” she smiled brightly at them.

Marinette managed to get in a brief wave and a smile at her parents before she was yanked upstairs by her best friend. Once they finally reached her bedroom, Alya let go of her grip on Marinette’s wrist.

“Did you really need to grab that ha-- Wait! What are you doing?” she shouted out before scrambling over towards Alya who was tearing down her Adrien posters left and right.

“Taking out the trash,” she stated simply, before casually dumping all of the posters into the garbage.

Falling down next to the canister, Marinette thrust her arms into the can, grabbing up all of his pictures and clutched them tightly to her chest, “Why?” she shouted out, watching as Alya logged onto her computer and changed the desktop background from Adrien back to the default position.

“I already told you why. That boy is an idiot and now I’m taking out the trash,” brushing her hands off, Alya swiveled in Marinette’s chair, “Now where do you keep all of Adrien’s future birthday presents?”

Marinette scurried up and over to her best friend, dropping all of her posters into a massive heap on the floor, “No! Alya, no! You can’t!!” she wailed as Alya opened up the chest next to her chaise, “I spent so long on all of those!!”

“Well Adrien doesn’t deserve them,” she responded before ripping up the notes Marinette wrote for the model, “Is there anyone else you can give these to or are they all specifically designed for Adrien?”

“I mean I guess I could give them to someone else, but most of them are super important!” Marinette reached in, pulling out a random gift from the pile, “Like this hat! I made it for Adrien’s birthday in two years to match the scarf I created for him!”

Alya easily plucked the gift from her hands before deftly throwing it into the trash can, “Alright next.”

Marinette blinked at her before turning to the trash can that was still in the center of the room, “Nice shot.”

“Thanks! I’ve been practicing my aim,” Alya beamed proudly.

Marinette sighed sadly, before walking over to the trash can and plopping down on the floor beside it.

“Marinette?” Alya called concernedly. Marinette shook her head at her best friend before pulling out the gift and placed it delicately onto her lap. “Are you alright?” Alya walked over to her, sitting down next to the suddenly quiet girl.

“I don’t know how to do this Alya,” Marinette said softly, turning to her with eyes filled with tears, “I’ve loved Adrien for so long. How am I meant to just get over him?”

Alya reached over, enveloping the girl into a warm hug, “I know it seems hard right now, Marinette, but it’ll get better, I promise! If he can’t see your worth he doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t deserve any of this,” the reporter said whilst gesturing to all the gifts and posters strewn across the floor.

“I know he doesn’t love me like I love him, Alya,” she said whilst shaking her head, “But what am I gonna do? How in the world am I gonna get over him? I mean... I never even imagined that he wasn’t the one for me,” Marinette sniffled, leaning back to look at Alya directly.

Her best friend was staring at her sympathetically before she began to pat her back gently, “Tell you what, I’ll let you keep five presents for Adrien’s closest birthdays and you can even keep one poster.”

Marinette smiled brightly before diving back into her friend’s waiting arms, “Thank you, Alya!” As the two girls embraced, neither of them heard the flapping of butterfly wings as the akuma turned away from Marinette and phased through the walls and began heading outside.

The two best friends then began the long process of ridding Marinette’s room of Adrien paraphernalia. As they tore down posters and threw away presents, they were startled by the screams that rattled the Parisian streets. Alya raced over towards the window before she whipped out her phone and snapped a few quick photos, “It’s an akuma! I’ve got to get this on the Ladyblog!” Alya shouted excitedly before shoving her arms through her backpack straps, “Are you going to be alright, Marinette?”

“Yeah, yeah! I’ll be fine!” she said distractedly, whilst staring out the window worriedly.

“Great! I’ll just be going then,” Alya said as she threw open the trapdoor.

“Hey Alya! Be careful,” Marinette called after the girl who was thudding her way down the stairs.

“You know it girl!” Alya shouted up to her, before racing down the next set of stairs.

Shutting the trap door quickly, Marinette called out to her kwami who quickly flitted over to her face.

“Feeling better?” Tikki smiled.

“Yeah, Alya knows exactly how to cheer me up,” Marinette grinned before calling on her transformation, “It’s time to transform! Tikki! Spots on!” As the rush of energy flowed through her, she let out an excited yell.

Once fully transformed, Ladybug shot up through the trapdoor above her bed and headed out onto her balcony. Throwing her yo-yo across the street she swung from rooftop to rooftop, before finally spotting the akuma.

Squinting her eyes downwards, she could see a girl in a black and white striped dress. Her black hair was threaded with ribbons that weaved through the girl’s curls. Ladybug’s eyes honed in on the girl’s ring though, as the akuma slowly continued along her path, knocking down each telephone pole with a great beam of gray electricity that shot out from within it.

Perching delicately on a nearby rooftop she opened up her compact and began dialing Chat’s number.

“Looking for me?” a teasing voice called from just over her shoulder.

Smirking she turned her head to look at Chat Noir, “Ohh always,” she teased him. Bringing her attention back to the akuma at hand, she pointed at the girl destroying telephone poles left and right with the small black ring, “Any info on the akuma?”

Chat pouted at her for a second, before focusing his attention on where Ladybug was pointing, “Sorry M’lady but I got here just after you did. I know as much as you do, Bugaboo.”

Rolling her eyes at his rhyme, Ladybug threw her yo-yo over to wrap around a tree, “See you in the field then, Chaton,” she saluted him, before landing directly in front of the akuma.

“Ladybug!” the girl screeched, before thrusting the ring at her, emitting an electric pulse that knocked the superheroine backward. “I’m Miss Mocker and I’m ridding the world of all social media! Ohh it’s gonna be soo good to wipe out the main star of the Ladyblog,” she smirked evilly at her, before creating another electrical pulse.

Luckily, Chat Noir pole-vaulted in at just the right moment, knocking the pulse off to the side with his baton, “Tsk tsk, who’s gonna see me and my beautiful lady without that absolutely pawsome blog,”

Smiling thankfully at her partner, Ladybug rushed in with her yo-yo, swinging it about in a wide-arching circle whilst standing directly in front of Chat Noir, “I think the akuma’s in her ring,” she called out, as Miss Mocker continued to angrily throw larger and larger blasts of electricity.

He nodded, extending his baton slightly with a click before looking at her, “Any ideas?”

“Hmm, no... A lucky charm sounds pretty good right about now, but I need to make certain I don’t get hit by her blasts,”

“Leave it to me, Bugaboo,” Chat winked, before rushing in front of her and began batting aside the pulses with a twirl of his staff.

“Lucky charm!” Ladybug shouted, throwing her compact up into the air. “Rubber gloves... What can I?” Glancing around she took a few seconds to think before putting the gloves over her suit-covered hands, “Chat! I need you to use your Cataclysm on that telephone pole!” she shouted, racing over to protect him from the beams of electricity Miss Mocker furiously began sending towards him.

“Your wish is my command!” Chat purred, before calling on his own destructive power, “Cataclysm!” As he touched the pole it fell to the ground near Miss Mocker, startling her as it began spurting up its own electric shocks.

Ladybug smirked, rushing towards the pole and backflipped, grabbing onto the pole with her rubber gloves, using her momentum to kick the akuma straight in the chest. Letting out a wounded yelp, Miss Mocker fell back, landing directly onto her back knocking the wind right out of her. Jumping up quickly, Ladybug swooped in and plucked the ring directly off the girl’s finger. Breaking it in half, she watched as the purple butterfly began to fly away, “No more evil-doing for you, little akuma. Time to de-evilize!” She threw her compact and caught the butterfly, smiling in satisfaction at another job well done, “Gotcha! Bye-bye, little butterfly!” Once the akuma was fully purified and began flying away, Ladybug threw her rubber gloves into the air shouting out, “Miraculous Ladybug!” As per usual, watching the city get restored back to its usual state left Ladybug with an elated feeling she hadn’t felt since she was with Adrien.

“Pound it!” Chat Noir smiled at her, holding out his fist for their usual fist bump.

“Pound it!” Ladybug gave him a short nod, beaming at him as their fists connected. However, her happy feeling evaporated as she heard quiet cries coming from the girl who was still lying on the ground. Approaching her, she placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, “Are you alright?”

“No,” the girl sniffled, “I’m still going to get teased at school.”

“What happened?”

“People found my private account and now they won’t stop making fun of me for it,”

Ladybug winced slightly. This poor girl, I know exactly what it feels like to have your whole class turn against you, she thought to herself, recalling her own battles with Lila and Chloe. She held out a hand to help the sniveling girl up, smiling brightly at her. As she patted her shoulder, Ladybug attempted to console her, “What’s your name? If you’d like I could make a post telling people to stop bullying you.”

“You’d really do that for me?” the girl stared up at the superheroine with a look of wonder and awe.

“Of course! No one should be picked on, especially when they’re only utilizing their creativity!”

“My name’s Sienna Carter,” she bit her lip, nervously.

“I’m proud of you, Sienna,” Ladybug gave a short nod, “It’s hard dealing with bullies, but you should never let them get to you, ok?”

Sienna beamed up at her, nodding, “Thank you so much, Ladybug! I promise to stand up for myself from now on!”

As the girl raced off, the superheroine heard a gentle beep coming from her earring. Turning around to Chat, who was looking at her with a look of pride and something else that was indescribable, she waved a quick goodbye, “Wait! M’lady, I need to ask you a quick question!”

“Alright, Chaton,” she nodded, “Keep it short though as I’m about to detransform.”

“Has anyone ever told you how meowvelous you are?” he stared after her eagerly.

Rolling her eyes at him, she shook her head and chuckled slightly, “That’s what you’re risking our secret identities for?”

Chat chuckled along with her as well, “No, but I just had to tell you that myself. My big question was are we still on for patrol later tonight?”

Ladybug let out a full laugh, “Silly kitty, but yes to both,” she winked at him before swinging away on her yo-yo.

“How can she be so purrfect,” Chat breathed after her before vaulting himself back to his own house and detransformed.

As Ladybug landed on her balcony she called off her transformation, quickly pulling a cookie out of her purse and handed it to the exhausted kwami, “Thank you, Marinette,” Tikki smiled tiredly, before nibbling into the treat, “You did really well today,” she said in between bites.

“Thank you, Tikki,” Marinette smiled at the adorable bug, before stretching her tired limbs and opened the trapdoor for the both of them to retreat into the comfort of her room. Falling face-first onto her bed, she groaned into her pillow, “Mrmfghm,”

“What was that, Marinette? I didn’t quite understand you there?” Tikki giggled at the charming girl.

Marinette turned her head to the side so that her kwami could actually understand her this time. Blowing a few strands of hair out of her face, she repeated what she said before, “I said that I still have tons of homework to do and I have to go on patrol with Chat.”

“I thought you usually enjoyed going on patrol?” Tikki frowned.

“Oh, of course I do! I absolutely love it! It’s just that right now all I wanna do is curl up under my covers and sleep for all eternity,”

Tikki zoomed over to Marinette, nuzzling the girl’s cheek, “You can do this, Marinette! You have no idea how proud I am of you!”

“Oh Tikki, you are the greatest personal cheerleader a girl could ever ask for! You have absolutely no idea just how much I love you,” Marinette beamed as she pushed herself up off her bed and trudged down the ladder. Staring blankly down at her English rubric for a few minutes, she suddenly slapped a hand to her forehead, “Ahh shoot, I almost forgot!” whipping out her phone she pulled up Ladybug’s official Twitter account. Once the webpage finished loading, she tweeted about the importance of helping and influencing your classmates instead of hindering them. Linking Sienna’s account in her tweet she wrote about the dangers of cyberbullying. Within seconds, hundreds of notifications lit up her phone as people from all over the world liked and retweeted her words of wisdom. Pretty soon a new hashtag, #WhatWouldLadybugDo was spread across Twitter, as people began writing in about their own experiences with bullying.

“You’re amazing, Marinette! Look at what you can do with just 280 characters,” Tikki giggled.

Marinette blushed before beaming proudly, “Only doing what Ladybug would do,” she puffed out her chest proudly.

“Well now I think a certain superheroine needs to do their homework,” Tikki giggled before ducking back into Marinette’s purse to take a quick nap.

“Ugh! I hate that you’re right... Ladybug would totally do that,” she glared down at her purse. Flopping into her computer chair she finally began writing the English essay she had been putting off since the beginning of the week. As the seconds ticked by and the words flooded through her fingertips and onto her screen, she was jerked from the final stages of her rough draft by a blaring alarm. Marinette stood up, stretching and yawning slightly, “Alright as soon as I get back from patrol I’m diving into that bed and never waking up again.”

Tikki yawned too, rubbing her big bug eyes as her head peeked up from the confines of Marinette’s purse, “Are you ready Marinette?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” the girl smiled before calling on her transformation once again, “Tikki, spots on!” The magic flooded through her and she felt the exhaustion of before get washed away with a wave of pure power. Racing up the trapdoor to her balcony, she began swinging her way across Paris to meet her partner at their usual spot on top of the Eiffel Tower. Landing on the historic landmark, she was unable to keep the smile off her face as she gazed out across the beautiful city, “I’ll never get over this,” she breathed out, watching as lights twinkled and flickered as far as the eye could see.

“What will you never get over, M’lady? And why is it my purreath-takingly good looks,” a voice purred from behind her.

Ladybug smirked, placing a hand over her heart before pretending to swoon, “Oh yes, Chaton. How could I ever get over your rugged looks and your terrible excuse for a sense of humor?”

Chat laughed, the noise rumbling from deep within his chest, before winking at her, “Laugh all you want, you know you love my puns more than anyone.”

“If it helps you sleep at night then go ahead and keep telling yourself that,” Ladybug shrugged, eyes sparkling at him mischievously. Bumping her shoulder with his playfully, she wrapped her yo-yo around the nearest roof, “Race ya to the Louvre!”

Jumping down she began swinging her way across, hopping from rooftop to rooftop, laughing warmly as Chat shouted after her, “Hey! You cheated!” Losing herself to the rush of the wind billowing around her, she pushed herself to run faster and faster. She could feel the lingering sadness and loneliness from Adrien’s rejection float away with every leap she took.

Landing on the rooftop of the art museum, Ladybug waited for her partner to arrive with an impatient tap of her foot. A few seconds later and a panting black cat landed in a heap next to her. “I’ve been waiting fifty years for you,” she croaked out in an elderly woman’s voice.

“You... cheated...” Chat wheezed out.

“Whatever do you mean?” she giggled mischievously, “Ladybug would never cheat,” she turned her head to the side crossing her arms in mock-offense.

A wicked gleam entered her partner’s eyes as he stalked towards her slowly, “Well you know what happens to cheaters don’t you?”

“No...” Ladybug took a step backwards, watching him approach her warily, “What happens?”

“They get... tickled!” he pounced, attempting to catch her as Ladybug squealed and managed to dart away just in time.

“NO! Minou don’t you dare!” she screeched, laughing as though his long claws were already brushing against her sides.

“You do the time, you have to pay the crime!” he snickered.

“Stop it Chat! I will hit you! I’m not joking!” she swatted backwards at him.

Suddenly a force hit her from behind, sending her to the ground with a whoosh of released air. Her eyes widened as she stared up at Chat’s face, his grin reminding her of a cat who ate a canary. He leaned in close to her face, his nose practically brushing against hers. Uncontrollably, her eyes darted from his eyes down to his lips before flicking back up to meet his mischievous stare once again.

Is he going to kiss me? She thought, before licking her own lips nervously.

Gahh, no that’s enough! I do not want that mangy cat's lips anywhere near my own.

Pushing up against his chest, Ladybug chuckled, “Alright, that’s enough Tom-foolery for one night,”

“Not until you purromise me something.”

“What?” she rolled her eyes.

“You’ll never cheat again.”

Ladybug laughed, “Silly kitty,” shaking her head at him she continued, “But if it’ll make you feel better, fine, I promise to never cheat again.”

Chat beamed at her, holding a hand out to help her up. She smirked at him as she threw her yo-yo around the nearest rooftop, “I’d still be able to beat you without cheating.”

“Ah-hah!” he shouted, pointing an accusing finger at her, “So you admit to cheating?”

“Never!” she stuck her tongue out at him.

As she moved to jump off the building and head back home to get a long night’s rest, she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder. Turning around, she raised a pointed eyebrow at her partner who was staring at her with an unreadable expression. Suddenly, a rose was thrust into her face and her eyes widened in shock as Chat’s expression turned to one of earnestness. “Can I tell you just one more thing, LB?”

“Yes?” she asked hesitatingly, hoping he wasn’t about to ask her what she thought he was gonna ask her.

He took in a deep breath before starting his speech, “I’ve been in love with you ever since we defeated Stoneheart together, and every day after that I’ve fallen for you more and more. I love how confident you are and I love how you always have the right idea at the right time. So I need to ask you... would you ever go out with a mangy Tom cat like me?”

Her mouth dropped open as she heard him pour out his heart to her. As she opened her mouth to say something, Chat’s face morphed into Adrien’s own as he rejected her last night. Panic flooded through her system as the look of shock and regret filtered in through her mind’s eye. “Chat... I... I,” she stumbled out as her eyes filled to the brim with tears, “I’m sorry but I just can’t right now!” Shutting her eyes tightly, she flung herself across and away from her partner. She didn’t look back at the black cat as he watched her go with a look of pure horror and heartbreak.

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Luke Triton and the Lycan Curse - Prologue

PROLOGUE - The Moon Rises

Plot Summary: After leaving Britain, Luke finds himself stuck in a hermit town in rural America, surrounded by dense forests. Life seems to get worse as his father grows distant. Luke learns of the Lycan Curse, an ancient disease that turns men to savage beasts. Driven by a desire to prove himself, Luke sets off to discover the truth, only to end up with a festering bite wound, and a mystery he cannot solve without Professor Hershel Layton, and companions from his past.

Chapter Summary: Taking place mid-story, the prologue shines a light on an event that is not shown otherwise, the murder of the Prime Minister Bill Hawks at the claws of a savage, silver-furred lycan with blue eyes.

Rating: T+ (swearing, heavy gore, drugs, illness, murder, vomiting, animal horror, descriptive body horror)

Word Count: 5,073

Alt Links: fanfiction.net

A/N: Okay, so, I decided I really wanna try writing again. This time, I’m going to try to commit to a series. To be completely honest, I kind of hate the LMJ - LMDA story arc, and since the anime is ending, I’ve decided I’m going to write my own take on the events after Unwound Future. This is my own AU, alternative canon thing that is from Luke’s perspective. It’s about werewolves, corrupt politicians, Layton and Luke being father/son, crying, and blood. I also wrote a Werewolf Luke fanfiction when I was eleven, and I always thought if I was in charge of the Layton series, I’d write a story/game like this. Please enjoy and lemme know your thoughts! Hopefully, I can commit to this!

Don’t fight me.

Luke crouched, his chest heaving in a desperate effort to breathe. His knuckles were growing a strained white as he gripped them against the door of the vehicle he was taking refuge behind. Cold sweat was profusely dripping down from his forehead, and he twitched in agony as he observed the scene before him that he remained concealed from.

His vivid blue eyes could see the scene from miles away. The man in the dark trench-coat, the ever-familiar top-hat, the silk shining like some kind of beacon in the darkness. The sight of the man used to bring him a strong sense of stability, and seeing him there had always calmed his childish fits of rage down.

But that felt like centuries ago. He was not the boy he once was. As a matter of fact, he wasn’t even sure if he could be considered a boy at all… not anymore. Another twitched seized Luke’s body, and a snarl audible only to his sickened mind sounded in his pounding ears.

Don’t ignore me, pup. I will not go away.

Luke squeezed his eyes shut, and shivered with cold. The voice made his ears begin to be heightened enough to catch the confrontation happened before him.

“You cannot do this, Mr. Hawks.” The man in the top-hat said evenly, holding up a careful hand. In spite of the man’s even, experienced and strong voice, Luke could scent anxiety, nerves and worry all over him. He wondered vaguely if that scent had always been on him during their adventures, but Luke could only detect it now. As a boy, he was blind to how this man felt. He was an expert at staying calm, hiding his true emotions. After witnessing his farewell to his mate… Claire, he changed. Luke always viewed him as the greatest mystery of all, his unreadable mentor, a truly stoic man. But now, he was an open book of anxiety and sorrow. Was it Luke’s powerful canid senses, or was this truly how he had become?

Say his name, Luke begged himself, in the safety of his own mind. Hershel Layton. My mentor. He’s my friend. You remember, right? I remember him, I do...

Another hallucinogenic snarl invaded his brain, It’s worthless to you now, runt! You know what you must do.

Luke’s hand found his hair, and the teenager clawed at it with all his strength, tearing several chunks violently outwards, and a choked sob of agonized mental pain leaving him as he practically grovelled into the earth. He just then recognized his aching, twitching muscle pains were beginning to turn, from vague flicks in his skin, to a contorting mess of muscles exceeding their regular size. A coat of thick hair was crawling up both arms like a fungus.

Give into the hunt. It is all you know now.

Another man, standing just a few yards from Layton, suddenly stepped forwards with a sneer. His disgusting scent of disdain and greed was like poison in Luke’s nostrils. As the older man stepped into the moonlight glistening in the rainy sky, a contorted snarl, barely audible yet not at all human, involuntarily left Luke’s mouth. His teeth were in absolute agony, and there was something wrong with his jaw…

“I can do whatever I wish, Layton.” Hawks scoffed, seeming to parade himself with his assured superiority in front of the hopeless citizens of the town, his own hitmen… everyone gathered. “By order of the British Parliament treasury, this American town is now my executive property. We will uncover the secrets here, and contain them, by all means necessary. That means the people of this accursed town,” he gestured to the people, all whom in another life, another world, Luke had lived among in some way, “are now under arrest. We will take any medical examination needed to uproot this curse… including your apprentice.”

The townsfolk began to cluster together as a few men, armed to the teeth began herding them into a knot… like sheep. With just a single gesture of Hawks’ hand.

Layton opened his mouth to speak, but from behind him, a woman in a yellow shirt was flailing and jerking against the might of three men holding her down into the mud. Clearly, the task of detaining her was proving laborious. The woman was fierce, and her scent showed a passionate protective aura. Luke would have recognized her… but not now. Now, he watched the scene while his body contorted and changed, the pain so great, yet so familiar, it was dulling in his mind that was slipping with every millisecond.

“You FUCKING coward!” The woman howled, her voice high-pitched with rage, “You’re a piece of SHIT! DO something, Chelmey!”

A broad-shouldered man standing beside Layton looked at the woman with eyes that were wide, ashamed, and panicked. His scent was riddled with confliction. Luke knew that in his humanity, he knew this man. He was a friend, he was a man of authority… but he was bound by the evil man’s toxic authority.

“Emmy,” Layton rasped, holding up a hand to her. “It’s alright.”

Emmy snarled at him, “HOW could you SAY THAT? This clowny fuck is going to torture all these innocent people! You know that, Professor! YOU know that, Chelmey! I--” Before the woman could finish, a man took a baton and shoved her into the mud face-first. Luke tensed up on his haunches as a sense of rage gripped him. Her body wracked against the hitman who had hit her, before she abruptly surged upwards from the mud, knocking him in the face with the back of her head and muddy brown hair. He staggered backwards.

Emmy looked at Layton once more, and her voice was uncharacteristically thick, eyes glistened, as she cried, “Think of Luke, Professor! They’re going to kill him!”

Layton looked at her, genuine pain on his face. His body was trembling, and his fear scent was all over Luke’s nostrils. Luke’s body tensed upwards once more, and a snarl left him. He was prepared. He was ready to hunt… he knew his targets.

Wait for your weakness to melt away. The canid voice rumbled, and then, leap into the flock, and claim those you wish to hunt.

Another terrifying clap of thunder struck the sky, and Luke’s muscles seized. He bared something that were very clearly not omnivorous teeth. His mouth, which no longer felt attached to his face, was salivating onto the mud. He felt a presence on his tailbone, and a ragged, matty tail that had previously not existed curled around his contorting form. The blood from his torn skin and ligaments were staining and splattering onto the clothes that had been rendered from his body, which no longer had an inch of bare skin left. The pain was familiar. The blood loss could not kill him. It was all apart of him, now. It was his gift.

Hawks then smiled at Layton, showing pearly, flat teeth, “Your assistant is delusional in her anger. I only wish to care for these diseased people. The ferry is ready to detain the citizens here, and bring them to our medical examiners. Chelmey, is Scotland Yard ready for their escort?” The man’s eyes landed expectantly on the face of the police inspector.

Chelmey hung his head. “I-I… Yes…”

“Coward!” The woman, Emmy, spat out a chunk of blood as she spoke. Her eyes were trained back on her boss, the top-hat man, “Professor! HERSHEL!”

Layton was breathing a bit laboriously. “Prime Minister, please…” He murmured, taking a step forwards, “let me find a solution. Give me a few more days... I--” the man suddenly narrowed his brown eyes, “if you do this, you will not get away with it like you have…” his voice broke, “previously.”

Hawks smiled broadly at Layton. “It worked before, Professor.” He sneered, his voice nearly a taunting whisper, “who is to say it won’t work now?”

“I’m not giving up on these people,” Layton breathed, adjusting his hat. “They are innocent. If you take them away now, I’ll-”

“Right.” Hawks chuckled, “You’ll go and play detective, and then when I drop your apprentice’s wolfy corpse at your doorstep, we’ll be just a step away to stick a bullet in your brain before you even get a chance to recognize who he is.”

Luke knew what was happening, his mind was screaming to leap, to sink his teeth inward, begin the hunt, but his brain was still fighting with the savagery of a thousand wolf packs, begging him to come back to humanity. It was in vain. Luke felt himself beginning to lose it. The moon was glistening onto his pelt, soaked with sweat, and as his muscles continued to tear through and spike upwards into large shoulder-blades, legs and arms abled for leaping and running. his trembling hands found the door to the car he hid behind, and his fingernails, now twisted and sharp into ivory claws with a size beyond belief, dug into the metal, nearly puncturing it right though.

A few more heartbeats, the voice in his head growled, and then, you must claim your prey.

Luke dropped onto his haunches, and then stood up on all fours, his tail swaying from behind him, maw parting and salivating, anticipating flesh. The spiked mane of fur upon his spine spiked upwards. His mind was a blank, void of humanity, and as the moon shone on his silver pelt, his amber eyes were fixed upon nothing but that man… That man paraded himself as if a mortal god, the fates of the people in his hands.

But to Luke, to his pack, he was prey, just another hunk of flesh to drag to the den, drop to the pile, and to feed his packmates for moons. A hungry snarl left his mouth, and he hooked his giant paws upon the vehicle’s roof, raising up to his hind legs, glowing amber eyes peering beyond.

A man that stood to Hawks’ side turned his head towards the vehicle, sensing a presence… a snarl in the night. He was nothing without his gun, without his master’s orders, and his fear scent was delicious. He was a lackey of his main prey. A weaker elk to pick off.

His eyesight, bordered with a vignette of reddened bloodlust, took just a few more heartbeats to render the scene before him.

Upon hearing Hawks’ remark, Chelmey tensed, visibly appalled. Layton’s scent suddenly took a tang of anger, mournful anger.

“Don’t speak to me like that.” Layton said, voice thick, “Don’t you dare threaten me again, Bill.”

Hawks took a single step towards Layton, and from his belt, he took out a shiny, twenty-two caliber pistol. “Scared of death all of a sudden, are we?” The prime minister laughed, “I don’t see why.” He took another step, until he was just inches from Layton. He held the gun up to the man’s head. “After all, the faster you leave this world, the faster you get to see that dirty bitch Claire.”

The gun gave a click, a noise so insignificant, but to Luke, it was as loud as a nuclear bomb scoring into the Earth’s surface. Chelmey leapt forwards to defend the Professor…

But Luke was simply faster.

NOW! The hunt begins!

A terrifying, ear-splitting howl struck the air, and Hawks’ arm seized, finger trembling on the trigger that had not been pressured through. Fear struck him still, and before anyone could register the direction of the howl, a wolfish beast with silver fur and sharp amber eyes leapt from the vehicle, directly over it, and pounded with the speed of a cheetah towards the crowd, the wet grass and mud flying all about his long, matted fur, roaring and snarling all the way.

“LYCAN!” A man screamed, dropping his gun with panic. Hawks’ hitmen, his lesser elk, staggered away from him, but the silver beast had eyes on the first one to pick off. The lycan leapt forwards, and with a single swipe of his paws, his claws caught the man’s throat. Before the man could even scream, a sickening crack split the air, following by a stream of projectiling blood. The man’s body crumpled onto his discarded gun, his head and neck angled backwards. He was dead from the trauma before he could even move, before he even hit the ground. Screams began splitting the air, and the crowd gathered scattered.

The silver lycan landed upon the man’s corpse, and rapidly sank his fangs into the dead man’s arm, and twisted it, effortlessly tearing the ligaments and bones from their sockets, freeing the arm from its weak human restraints. He wouldn’t need it anymore. The wolf sank his teeth deep into the detached arm, allowing the blood to run through his incisors. The first blood… it was not his primarily meal, but it was a way to alight his power for the hunt. His jaw-strength easily snapped the limb in half like a piece of wood.

“Kill it!” Hawks’ voice cried over the crowd, his newfound fear scent intoxicatingly welcoming, “KILL IT!”

The lycan suddenly felt a pain score his pelt, near his shoulder and back. A twisted, surprised yelp left him, and the impact caused him to stumble on all fours, narrowly stabilizing himself before falling over.

“NO!” Layton borderline screamed over the crowd, the unnaturally panicked voice seizing the small piece remaining of Luke, “DON’T SHOOT!”

The beast shook his pelt. Human bullets, unless silver, could not easily harm a pelt as durable as one of a lycan, even one of his meager size. And none of these foolish prey had been expecting him, had they? Their interference only fueled him, and he stood on his hind legs and gave a roar of rage. He then pounded forwards. No more games… the main event had to begin, the main prey had to fall… or the hunt would become complicated. With the leader gone, the lesser prey will scatter in panic. That was the rule of the hunt.

Hawks was scrambling to find a vehicle to escape in, screaming at his henchmen to aid him. Layton seemed to be running in the direction of the lycan, which momentarily confused the beast. Did this creature wish to become prey? Had he a death sentence? The lycan licked his bloodied maw, and with a swift leap, he slammed his paws into the chest of the top-hat man. They fell to the ground together, with the beast pinning the human down, sniffing him all over with his leathery nose. He did not smell like prey… but he acted as if he was trying to be killed by the beast. It was all very confusing, prey was prey, those the lycans knew to hunt… and those the lycans had no reason to hunt. The lycan snarled into the human’s face, an instinctual warning to stay away, or risk being labeled as a threat, or prey itself. The man was unaffected by the threatening growl, though he trembled as he sprawled upon the ground, the top hat discarded in the mud a few feet away. The hair on his head was recognizable, and the lycan’s tail lashed uncomfortably.

He shifted his paws, giving the human a chance to flee. Instead, he was reaching forwards with a trembling hand, and put it on the muzzle of the lycan. His amber eyes blinked in confusion, and gave another, more vicious snarl. He shoved his muzzle to the side, but the human just began running his trembling hand into his matted fur.

“Luke,” the man managed, his voice a gasping, pathetic whimper. His voice was familiar, but the tone… the tone was foreign. The scent of mourning, and pain, and loss, was foreign. The beast found himself simply entranced by it all.

“Luke,” the man repeated, placing his hand once again on the lycan’s maw, stroking his fur in spite of the sheer amount of blood, “can you hear me?”

The lycan twitched his ears, his eyes dulling. His muscles suddenly felt weaker than they had before, and a twitch overtook him. He felt relaxed, he felt calm… tranquil, almost. The lycan panted, and began sniffing the human’s face, and gave him a cautious lick on the chin. His tail involuntarily wagged, in spite of the former desire for the hunt that overtook him. He was suddenly overcome with euphoria… in the midst of scattering prey… he had found a packmate. A friend, a teacher, a father of sorts. But he did not smell like lycan, or packmate, or family… and a human? The thoughts stirring in his brain were overwhelming, but a conscious, innocently humane thought was crawling into his brain.

I know you. I know you. I know you! Hello, hello!

While looking relieved to see the wolf relax, the immediate panicked scent fading, the human did not look any less sorrowful. He took the silver lycan’s face in his trembling hands, and looked directly into his amber eyes. Normally, this would be a threat to a lycan’s authority, punishable by a ripped throat, but he was enthralled in the human’s chocolate gaze.

“Stop this.” The man breathed, his voice breaking and trembling, “come back to me, Luke. Stop this, please…”

The lycan twitched his ears, and gave another sniff of the human’s face. He did not understand. Stop what? The hunt? He couldn't! Did packmates not crave the hunt as much as any other lycan? Why stop? Was this a retreat? Was this man the Alpha? But he did not smell anything like Alpha! Alpha had disappeared, even! What was going on? The lycan gave the human a more submissive lick on the chin, beginning to lay down on the human’s chest, and giving a thin whimper.

I know you, but I don’t understand. What’s going on? Help me, help me! I’m scared.

Before neither man nor wolf could respond to each other, the lycan felt a searing pain in his chest. A shocked how of agony left him, and he staggered backwards. His chest, his fur, and his blood, it all began boiling with searing pain. His vision blurred with both agony, and a newfound rage. It was silver! A silver bullet! Who dared attack them like this? Rage overtook the lycan’s passive thoughts, but a whimper of pain left him. It hurt, and the blood was pouring, burning… the world was getting dark, suddenly.

“NO!” Layton wailed, and threw himself at the lycan. The human threw his arms around the lycan’s runty body, bracing the wolf with his own body, which embarrassingly enough, was almost as large as his own.

The lycan snarled in pain, but his eyes softened as he looked at his packmate, who was putting pressure on the wound the silver bullet left with his human hands. He felt humbled that this… human packmate alpha creature would defend him in the midst of a hunt. Any other lycan would’ve left him to die. The hunt waits for no one, after all. He whimpered, pushing at the human with his muzzle.

Run away! We are being attacked! I live and die by the hunt, but you are human!

There was a sudden presence in the grass, the sound of a heavy footfall, and a familiar scent caught the lycan’s nostrils. The instincts of the hunt seized him once again, and his soft eyes went harder than sleets of ice. A terrifying, bloody snarl gurgled in his throat, and the man turned, but was still shielding the wolf’s body with his own. Hawks stepped into the moonlit clearing of grass, sided by two hechmen stupid enough to have not fled in a chaos.

“Ah,” Bill Hawks purred, “so this is Luke. Finally show your ugly maw, Triton boy?”

The lycan snarled, and his hackles rose, large tufted ears pinning back threateningly.

“It’s him.” Layton rasped, his voice broken, “it’s him. I’ve been protecting him. I-I told him to flee town. I told him, Bill. I told you not to come here, too. I-I knew he wouldn’t listen. I-I…”

“Listen to yourself, Hershel.” Bill chuckled. “Pathetic. Losing Claire for a second time has turned you into a total wreck, a pile of spinless waste. I mean to eliminate this awful town, these cursed people… and find the truth of the disease. How to control it… for the good of the Parliament, the world.” His gun, filled with silver bullets, twirled in his hands.

“And you, once an affable man, now groveling in front of a savage dog, whom he swears up and down is his sweet little apprentice. Do you ever learn to let go of lost causes? These people are savages, and their death will bring us all peace. How many times do I have to try to kill you for the greater good?”

“The greater good?” A humorless, broken laugh left Layton, “is that what you call it? I’m not a fool, Bill. You don’t seek to help these people. You seek to use Lycanthropy as a weapon. Fear-mongering, elimination of those you hate, mass-hysteria… it is ALL you’ve EVER achieved. You are no leader. You’re a man who spreads terror, and grief wherever he walks. The death of others, tearing apart families, it is just a small obstacle in your poisonous dream.”

Hawks gave a careless shrug, and stepped closer to Layton and the silver lycan. He chuckled, “I pity you, Layton. If you had just agreed to work with me when we both arrived, this wouldn’t have happened. I would’ve been much more peaceful… I would’ve even given the courtesy of mailing you Luke’s pelt in the mail, give you and your friends something to bury,” he smiled, “maybe put on your office floor.”

Layton hung his head, and gave a shuddering sigh. He backed further into Luke’s lycan body, shielding him entirely. “You’re a monster. A truly evil man, Mr. Hawks. If I pay for your cruelty with my life, then I will pay.”

Hawks smiled, a toothy nasty grin, and gave a coarse laugh. “The hapless Professor makes his first sane decision! Now… close your eyes, let me see if I can get you and the dog in one bullet.”

Hawks held the gun upwards, and it made a second click, the sound splitting the air. Before the gun could fire, Layton suddenly sprang forwards, his fist meeting Hawks’ face. The man gave a startled cry, and rolled into the mud on his back, struggling to find his feet like a flipped turtle. Layton then used the blunt end of his elbow to hit both henchmen on the face, and then swung them both into the mud with a swift punch to the gut.

He then whirled around, and fell to the mud on his knees, then threw his arms around the lycan’s neck, who lay on the ground now, bleeding profusely, panting, yet looking at the human, his amber eyes glowing with amazement, and remembrance. Layton pulled the wolf’s head into his lap, and looked him in the eyes once again.

“Live for me, Luke,” he choked, his eyes looking liquified with tears, “You must live for me, my boy. Run and find Desmond. Find him, he’ll help return you to your own body. Then you go back to London, alright? Find my office, find Flora and Emmy, solve this for me. Bring these people a cure, and stop this man…”

The lycan looked at the human in total bewilderment. His shaking hands let go of Luke’s bloody fur, and he stood up, tears running down his face. His fear scent was decreasing… replaced by regret, and sorrow… and anticipation.

“Be good. Live well. I’m proud of you, my boy.” He swiped his sleeve across his face, wiping away tears. “Be the greatest gentleman the world has ever seen, alright?”

The lycan gave a broken whimper, the thoughts and memories overwhelming him. He pushed himself up through the pain, on all fours, and stared at the human, eyes wide, the amber fading to a shade of hazy blue.

Professor?

“DIE, LAYTON!” Hawks bellowed, dragging himself out of the mud, holding his broken, bloody nose. His eyes were alight with rage. He threw the gun upwards in his hands, “DIE, GODDAMMIT!”

Layton faced him head-on, and looked at Luke one more time.

“Go, Luke!”

Luke blinked at the Professor, stunned. Another whine left him, and his tail wagged feebly.

I can’t. You’re my mentor. You’re the only father I have now. If we die, we die together.

Layton squeezed his eyes shut, and then looked pleadingly at his lycan apprentice. “LUKE!”

Luke turned his wolfish blue eyes upon the prime minister. The man was seconds away from firing the trigger, and then… the bullet would not misfire. It would land in the Professor’s cranium, killing him… Luke had every opportunity to run, to flee, but…

A hollow, snarling voice suddenly reappeared in the depths of his brain, and his instincts reawakened almost instantly,

Be the hunter, or you are the prey.

The hunt was not over. All fights, all disputes, end when the hunt ends. When a wolf claims his kill, it is his by right. No other wolf nor human would take his kill. Wolves kill to survive. Wolves kill to protect their pack. Wolves kill, because they must.

With that in mind, a snarl ripped through Luke’s throat, and before the Professor could even react, his lycan apprentice threw himself in a savage leap over his mentor. The silver bullet struck him head-on, once again in the chest, but the rage, the power of the hunt was enough to not stop him from lunging forwards, in spite of the two deadly wounds upon his chest.

Layton screamed his name, but the desire of the hunt’s conclusion drowned out his wail of protest. The lycan’s claws tore into Hawks’ sides, instantly piercing his ribcage. The prime minister gave a gurgling cry, a surge of sticky blood spewing from his lips as the lycan tossed him to the ground, his impaled body flying from the lycan’s giant claws. He then turned on the two henchmen as they struggled to rise. He tore their throats out with one swift bite, and for the other, a slash of his hind claws. He gave a triumphant howl as their corpses fell, and then he leapt onto Hawks’ exposed belly. He was a large human… a piece of prey with much to feed his packmates with! The silver hycan gave another triumphant, howling cry, to signify he was about to end the hunt.

With that, the silver, bloodied lycan surged his claws forwards, and ripped Hawks from the neck down to the waist, tearing his stomach into a neat split, blood pouring out like a raging river, intestines flopping wetly onto the muddy grass. Hawks’ body gave a dreadful, gurgling gasp, before his head dropped to the floor, and his eyes grew empty and still. No more breathing, no more of the panicked scent… only blood and gore staining his pelt.

He was well, and truly dead.

The hunt is forever. We are the Lycan people!

The lycan’s amber eyes fixed wildly on the human, his packmate, that was on his knees, sobbing in utter defeat at the horrific scene before him. Behind them, the lycan could hear yells, screams of terror.

In spite of his pain, his wounds, and the exhaustion of his body being in such a strainful position of lycan form, the beast stood up on his hind legs and gave a victorious howl.

Do not despair! I won! I won for you all! This is who I am! I am the alpha! I won!

The lycan’s delusional thoughts of grandeur suddenly dramatically spiked downwards as a wave of nausea seized him. He staggered backwards onto his haunches. Layton got up from his knees, and rushed to the lycan, gripping him, almost slipping on the former prime minister’s dreadful blood splatters, and began holding the wolf steady.

“It’s about to be over,” Layton choked, trembling as he held the wolf tightly in a restraining position, “it’s almost over, Luke. The moon is gone.”

The beasts’ brain was too sickly nauseated, his mind too muddled, to show aggression any longer. He felt his body began to contort and retract, searing muscle pain gripping him once more as his amplified body regressed. Waves of exhaustion overtook him, and he gave a twisted moan of immense pain as his mouth seemed to shove inward. His body wracked and flinched, yet the Professor held him close, letting the blood of the transformation drip into his trench-coat, keeping him steady during the regression. The fur on the beasts’ body began to dramatically shed, falling onto the grass in droves, and his wolfish orb eyes faded away to the familiar, glazed pupils of a human. His reddened skin paled over, only a few patches of undetached fur remaining, which Layton gently brushed from his skin.

The lycan gave one more terrifying twitch, until he was lycan no more. His mind was a blank, exhaustion overtaken him, and darkness consuming him before he could even register his humanity returning.

And with that, Luke collapsed into his mentor’s arms, completely unconscious, and the people ran to them, the police lights and cars blazing sirens in the air. Layton gently held his human apprentice to his chest, awaiting whatever came next for them both.

Beside them, Hawks’ bloodied corpse was glistening in the fading moonlight.

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angelicspaceprince · 7 years

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Catching

Author: Anna

Title: Catching

Character/s: Balthazar, Gabriel, Sam, Dean, Cas

Pairing: Balthazar/Reader

Word Count: 1, 767 words

Warnings/Tags: Pranks, upset Balthazar, established relationship (married), no smut but if you want me to write it in, lemme know and I'll make a part two with the missing scene

Summary: Balthazar can't get that fucking tune that you've been humming for days on end out of his head. And when he figures out what the song is, he's definitely less than impressed. - Based on the Disney Quote (#5) - 'If you start singing, I'm gonna throw up', Moana, 2016.

Notes: This is for thewhiterabbit42's Disney Challenge to celebrate 1000 followers and you guys should totally check them out because their stuff is amazing! The song that the Reader is humming is this, which I've been listening to non-stop all day because I love it, and it's the only version of that damned song that I'll listen to.

Tags: @thewhiterabbit42, @elyshakate, @oddone92, @bethisaghost

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Catching

You and Balthazar has been married for two years, something that everyone you met believed to be quite a feat. You were the first to admit, if someone said to you three years ago that the arrogant tosser of an angel would eventually be your husband, you would have laughed until you passed out.

But, it worked out. And the both of you were happy.

Don’t get me wrong, Balthazar was still a massive dick and looked out for himself above everyone else (except maybe you), but you usually ended up not being in the line of fire. Which meant you could get away with so much more than the average human.

So, when you found a certain video on YouTube, you and Gabriel hatched a plan to see how long it would take for your beloved to crack.

You started simple, humming the tune of the song in question whilst cooking, reading, researching, cleaning and even, as you had reliably informed, in your sleep when you took an impromptu nap in the library. Gabriel was, of course, helping you from the get go, humming around the Bunker and even programming the boys alarms and ringtones with the tune.

Sam was the first to catch the song, and he soon was humming along with you under his breath. He didn’t even seem to notice he was doing it, when you pulled him up on it he just looked at you like you had grown a second head. So you left it.

Dean quickly followed, humming the Postmodern Jukebox song wherever he went, replacing his usual Metallica and Led Zepplin when he drove. He, too didn’t realise what he was doing, which was mildly amusing to you.

Even Cas eventually cracked, and watching the usually serious angel humming as he worked was something that caused Gabriel to zap the two of you out of the room to hide the laughter that followed.

It took six weeks of dedication, but the one person you wanted to crack finally did.

Balthazar was, of course, the last to crack. He was already suspicious of the amount of time that you and Gabriel had been spending together, and one of your more explosive arguments – mind you, they were all explosive – was about that fact, and that he had basically said you were cheating on him so that gave him the right to find someone else to fuck. It was two weeks and a weekend of non-stop, uh, exercise, before you were back on good terms, but even Balthazar could tell you were still hurt by his comments.

But eventually, he did start to hum and even whistle along to the tune you had started humming six weeks prior. When he caught himself humming it, the look on his face was hilarious when he couldn’t place the tune, and then hysterical when you could see him trying to figure out where the hell he’d picked it up.

Then, the race was on.

You had informed the boys of your and Gabriel’s plans, and bets had been placed.

You: Two weeks

Cas: Three months

Sam: Three days

Dean: Never (which you all laughed at because he would eventually crack, but you could all hear the ‘I really could care less’ accent in his voice)

Gabriel: A month

All of you started watching him like hawks, all getting ready whenever to open his mouth to declare themselves the winner, but the sentence that you all wanted him to say never seemed to appear. You all continued to hum the song to keep it stuck in his head.

Sam was miserable when four days passed and nothing happened, he was sure Balthazar wouldn’t last. But you knew your husband well.

Day fourteen started and, just like you predicted, Balthazar snapped.

“That fucking song! What is it?” He cornered the five of you in the library, all of you looking up from your books to look at the pissed angel, each one with various levels of amusement.

“Whatever do you mean, B?” You ask sweetly.

“The song you’ve been singing for two months that you’ve gotten into my bloody head!” You bite your lip to try and stop the snickering as the boys pull out their wallets and start getting the money out to pay you.

“It’s a remix of possibly the most catching song of all time.”

“Happy?”

“What? No?”

“Shake It Off?”

“Oh, fuck no.”

“Hotline Bling?” You simply raise an eyebrow.

“I’ll play it for you, hang on.” You pull out your phone and start the catchy music.

It takes him until the third line when he realises what song it is, and you smirk when realisation strikes, accepting the money pushed over to you.

“Y/N.” Balthazar states simply. “Seriously?” You shrug.

“Well, I don’t know, its my new favourite song.” You send him a smile with your lips still held between your teeth. “And, it’s not as annoying as the original?”

“It’s still a bloody horrible song!” He protests.

“You didn’t think that when you were humming along to it.” You retort. “It’s really catchy don’t you think?” Balthazar glares at you before flying off. You roll your eyes and look back down at your book.

“Well, that went better than I thought.” Dean chimes in after a few seconds of silence.

“He’s still recovering from our last fight. Trust me, it’ll be brought up again.” You smile over to him before all of you return to your research, your pocket now $200 heavier.

Balthazar was clearly less than impressed about the fact you had tricked him, and spent the majority of the next few weeks sulking, avoiding you at all costs. You were slowly beginning to feel bad. So, you tried to romance him up, especially with the news you had to share with him.

Wine, food, sex. Those three generally speaking worked. And you were hoping you didn’t fuck it up so badly this time for it not to work.

Convincing him to go out was the first challenge, you practically had to drag him out the door. When you told him where you were going, he seemed to perk up. The small, intimate restaurant where the two of you met during a case for the Winchesters had become his favourite. He always claimed it was due to the fact that he met you there, but you knew it was also because they stocked his favourite wine.

So, he was already warming up to you, even more so when you told him you were paying.

He ordered the same thing he has ordered for the past three years whenever you went there, and you ordered something you knew he would never eat with the intent to snatch some of his and him not be interested in yours.

Conversation flows easy, as it always does, and snark and sass takes over the majority of the conversation, as it always does. You made a point of only drinking soft drink, wanting to make sure you were more or less sober for the rest of the night. Balthazar, however, was already on his second bottle of wine. Damn him and his inability to get drunk. The bastard.

By the time you two had left, you were humming the same song that had tormented him for weeks.

“Seriously?” He asks you in disbelief. You shrug.

“I genuinely like it, B.” You apologise. “Sorry, I’ll try to keep it for when you aren’t around.”

He huffs. “Just make sure you don’t start singing. If you start singing, I’m gonna throw up.” You snort.

“Of course, dear.” You bump into him. “Remember our first date?” You ask with a small smirk.

“How could I forget?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Remember what we did after we left the restaurant?” He smirks back down at you.

“I’m not sure I do, care to rejog my memory?”

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You roll off Balthazar with a thud, your hair messy, body sweaty and your chest rising and falling harshly as you pant loudly, B clearly pleased with himself as he pulls you close. “Enjoyed yourself?” He asks, cocky with his ability. You hum.

“Not really, I mean, it was basically thirty minutes of you trying and failing to work me up. Need to get some sex tips.” You can practically hear him rolling his eyes. “Yes, I enjoyed it you twit.”

He kisses the top of your head softly, keeping his head there as you shift. “Next time though, you are the one being tied up.”

“Want me to call you mistress too?”

“Queen of Everything Past, Present and Future would be more adequate.” You correct him causing him to snort.

“Sure thing, your majesty.” A comfortable silence falls over you before you clear your throat.

“B, I have some news for you.” You start carefully.

“You did cheat on me with Gabriel.” He says with conviction. “It’s okay, love, I get it. Clearly, you got bored with my skills and wanted something diff-” You manage to knock the wind out of him when you hit him in the stomach.

“No, you asshole.” You respond. “Don’t be a twat, I wouldn’t change our relationship for the world, and I definitely wouldn’t cheat, so get it out of your head.”

“Yes ma’am.” The small kiss he presses against your lips works as an apology as his hands move to rub the sides of your arms. “What did you have to tell me?”

“I’m pregnant.” You look up at him, gauging his reaction. His face freezes. “I’m twelve weeks, I found out on Tuesday.” You explain gently as the news sinks in. “B? You’re scaring me? You okay, beloved?”

Finally, he nods and swallows. “I’m going to be a father.” You nod. “What if I fuck up?”

“You won’t. And even if you do, it won’t be so bad. It’s not like babies are born with a manual.” Worry seeps in. “Are you…are you okay with this?” His eyes lock onto yours.

“Okay? Okay? I’m overjoyed!” Finally, the excitement sets in. “I can teach them to prank the hell out of their uncles and share all my seducing techniques and-”

“Seducing techniques? Like they exist.” You interrupt his rant, causing him to look down at you with a small smirk.

“They seemed to work on you.”

“I just joined on for the sex, if I’m honest.” You tease before giggling as he rolls over to straddle you, purring his next sentence before moving to initiate possible the most heated kiss either of you had ever shared.

“Well then, allow me to seduce you again.”

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jessahmewren · 7 years

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Snow Bunnies

Written for @thexmasfileschallenge . Day 1: Hot Chocolate.

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Scully stood atop the Bunny Slope, willing away the slight tremble in her hands that seemed to radiate all the way down the titanium poles and into the fresh dusting of snow. She rocked back and forth on the skis, the slightest of motions, half hoping that the innocuous action would propel her down the hill without her willfully deciding to go there herself.

At the bottom of gentle slope, near the foot of a vastly more complicated trail, Mulder completed his run with a flourishing side-stutter, sending a cascade of white powder arcing into the winter air. His cheeks were ruddy, and as he took off his mirrored goggles, the cerulean blue of the Colorado sky only served to make his hazel eyes more striking.

Mulder looked up the gentle slope where Scully still stood at the top. It wasn’t steep by any means, but Scully was a novice skier and quite apprehensive about taking off down the little knoll on her own, never mind the short distance.

He couldn’t get enough of looking at her. In her beanie and tight ponytail, ski pants and boots, he couldn’t remember when she’d looked more beautiful.

Too bad that, at the moment, she was absolutely miserable.

“Can we go back to the lodge now?” Her voice rolled easily down the little hill to where he stood looking up at her, and he couldn’t suppress a grin. “Yes,” he called back, “Just as soon as you make your run.” She said nothing, but he could see her dissatisfied expression from where he stood. He waved widely in her direction. “I’m right here Scully,” he called up to her. “It’ll be fine.”

Fine, she thought flatly. How does he know? Doesn’t he know the number of ski-related injuries reported each year? She huffed. “You have an unfair advantage of me you know. You grew up in Massachusetts Mulder you probably skied every winter!” She could see his grin from where she still stood atop the slope. He’s enjoying himself, she thought with some ire. Scully blew out a quick breath and closed her eyes.

When she finally opened her them, however, she found the bottom of the hill curiously empty. Her heart did a little flip. “Mulder?” No reply. Her voice echoed across the hillside, and she looked further down the slope, searching for any sign of him. There was only the snow glittering against the pristine landscape. A single hawk flew across the vista, cutting through the line of evergreens that pushed into the clear sky. “Mulder!”

“Hey.” Mulder glided up slowly, stopping to her right with considerably less fanfare than how he’d ended his earlier run. He’d gone around and up the little hill on the other side and now stood beside Scully, smiling at her. “You ready to go?”

She looked at him with faux annoyance. His demeanor was so lighthearted, so easy, that if he hadn’t been so damn sexy, she would’ve elbowed him off the edge and down that little hill just for being such a pain-in-the-ass show off.

But Scully couldn’t hide her relief as visions of warm drinks in front of a roaring fire became too tantalizing to resist. “I thought you’d never ask,” she said, and turned to leave, but found herself halted.

“Uh uh.”

She blinked at him, not understanding, then followed his arm down to the mittened hand he now held out to her. She looked into his eyes. “Partners, Scully.” Mulder smiled, gesturing down the slope. “We go together.”

Scully quirked her mouth. “I could go if I really wanted to,” she said defensively.

Mulder laughed. “Oh, I know you could. You could kick this slope’s ass if you wanted to.” His eyes sparkled. “Mine too.”

Scully giggled and took his hand. Even through the thick glove, the contact generated the same heat that every touch from him produced, and she could feel the warmth travel up her arm, bloom across her chest, coloring her cheeks. “Probably,” she said smoothly.

“So,” he said as he gave a gentle tug on her arm, “let’s see what you got.” With one quick motion and a yelp of surprise from Scully, Mulder pulled them both down the hill.

It was smooth going at first, and the cold wind against her face seemed to imbue her with fresh energy. She inhaled the crisp, fragrant air with relish as they made their way down the trail.

Suddenly, Mulder’s ski got tangled with hers and he began to tumble, slowly at first, then picking up speed in a blur of blue jacket and boots. It all happened so fast; Scully could do little but stare in horror as Mulder plummeted down the hill.

She skied to his side, picking up as much speed as she dared until she finally stood over him, visibly concerned.

To her relief, he was already sitting up, looking quite flustered. He was brushing snow from his chestnut hair and out from under his goggles. He shook snow from under his thick jacket and scooped handfuls of it from around his neck. During his ride down the hill, snow had worked its way into every possible nook and cranny of his winter attire and he was thoroughly soaked. His exposed skin was an angry red, and he clutched himself against the cold as he looked up at Scully with no small measure of misery. “Can we go back to the lodge now?”

Scully couldn’t help but smile.

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It was already late, so they decided to forgo the lodge. Mulder and Scully made their way along the twisty mountain roads to the little cabin they’d rented. It was nestled in a stand of evergreens at the foot of a large mountain, and with the snow heavy on its tin top, and the small stack of firewood piled by the door, it looked every bit as rustic and homey as it had felt to them for the few days they’d been there. As their four-wheel drive rumbled its way up the last few yards to the side of the cabin, the headlights glinted off the snow-covered roof, sparking a firestorm of twinkling brilliance from the tiny facets of ice.

They clumsied their way in, dragging ski equipment and other personal effects (along with a good measure of snow) behind them. It wasn’t until Scully was halfway across the floor when she noticed the steady drips of water and sludge tracking behind Mulder.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” she said as she gently shepherded him back to the door. “You’re dripping everywhere. Lemme get you some clothes and I’ll put on some hot chocolate.”

She returned quickly, fresh clothes in hand, to find Mulder still standing on the rug. He looked sodden and rather sad, standing there with all that dripping gear, and she found it entirely adorable.

“Here,” she said gently as she took off his mittens. “Gosh, babe you’re soaked through.” She ran a concerned hand through his spiked hair, letting her fingers brush behind his ear and linger there.

Mulder secretly smiled at the little pet name, one that she used only rarely, and looked sheepishly at her. “I suppose it’s punishment enough for making you go out with me today.”

She unzipped the outer jacket and now worked on the inner one. He helped, but his numb fingers did a clumsy job, and he finally relented to Dr. Scully and her more able ministrations. “You could say that,” she said wryly, and gave him a pointed glance. “I don’t think skiing’s my thing, Mulder.”

He held her upper arms, stilling her busy hands. “You’re better than you think,” he said seriously, and gave her a disarming smile. She melted into his touch, the effect of it already palpable. “Yeah?” His hands on her arms felt good, solid, and she needed more of them. Slowly, she moved her hands up his chest, her eyes hooded, and snaked a hand around to cup the back of his neck and tease the ends of his short hair. She put her mouth to his ear. “Your shirt’s wet,” she said huskily. “Better get you changed.”

He smiled. “No argument here,” he said, his voice low. Mulder leaned into her, intoxicated by the proximity, her warm hand on the back of his neck. Their faces were inches a part, breathing the same air, and Mulder became enraptured by the rise and fall of Scully’s chest, her perfect breasts, visible by memory if not by sight from beneath the heavy jacket. His heart thundered in his chest.

Her hands made their way to his waist, to pull at the Henley where it remained tucked into his ski pants. She let her hands brush against his prominent hard-on, relishing the little gasp that slight contact produced, and made short work of discarding the offending material and tossing it onto the couch.

She was fire, Mulder found himself thinking, her fingers the flame as they burned an insufferably slow trail up his chest, around to his shoulders, down the length of his arms. They were locked in a dance, the two of them. Standing there on the rug, they mirrored each other’s movements in an elemental effort to match the fire or be consumed by it. His hands cupped her graceful neck, and he trailed his fingers down the ivory column but there was too much, too much between them and that had to be corrected.

Mulder fumbled with the zipper on her thick jacket, struggling with the complex fastening. When he couldn’t quite finish the job, Scully arched her back and pulled it over her head. She tossed it behind her, her eyes feral, and standing there, full of desire, Mulder thought she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

Eagerly, he claimed her mouth. It was molten as it moved against his, and he longed to feel more of its heat wherever she desired to impart it. He reached up, freeing her hair, and buried his hands in the auburn tresses. Mulder swam in the scent of her, the heat of her body as he swept a hand over her breast, teasing the sensitive flesh through the thinness of her shirt.

A fresh wave of heat ratcheted through her as Mulder’s mouth found her neck, nipping at the delicate flesh there until he’d reach the skin above her breasts. She moaned, an incredible sound that nearly sent him over the edge.

“What about the hot chocolate,” he managed between kisses.

“Fuck the hot chocolate,” she said breathlessly. She was a million miles away…Mulder might as well have been speaking Greek. In fact, she didn’t know why he was talking at all. Talking wasn’t exactly what she needed right now, but she could think of a few more things he could be doing with that beautiful mouth of his.

Her hands sought his, intertwining his fingers as she pulled him to the bedroom. It was hard to tear them away from elsewhere, actually, hard to break the contact even if that brief separation promised a sweeter reunion. She pulled her shirt over her head as she pushed him onto the bed.

“Who said anything about hot chocolate?”

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vizhi0n · 7 years

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Sawney - Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

So uh idk what to even say.

Anyway, enjoy this lovely chapter! If you want to be untagged lemme kno, and if u want to be tagged lemme know as well. I gotchu ;) I haven’t written third person in forever, so I’m sorry if some of my grammar, etc is a bit rusty. It’ll improve once my brain remembers how to write lol.

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Warnings: not as much this chapter except for referenced/implied rape and torture. Will get worse as the story progresses.

Desa rarely saw Mother and Father smile. The couple usually had a permanent grimace plastered across their faces. This was the first time, despite the circumstances, that Desa saw them both with a relatively satisfied, almost giddy look on their faces.

That was good. It meant that Desa had done her job. She’d worked hard.

She greeted Father first, as it was customary, closing her eyes and keeping still as he gingerly kissed her on the forehead. She nodded, and Mother was next, repeating the gesture.

“We strung him up in one of the storage closets, like you asked.”

Father made a noise in the back of his throat. Glancing between his wife and Desa, he replied, “I’ll see to him. Desa, he was your catch — you’ll receive the honor of helping me with him.”

“I…I saw his compound. His people. It’s huge and he has the firepower. More than we have. The people he brought with him today? That’s only a fraction.”

“You got inside?”

“I did,” Desa said, wincing as a foul odor flooded the dripping tunnels. She prayed that Mason would radio in that it was safe to ascend. “They’re functioning. And they’re dangerous.”

“I’m not worried about that.”

“Are…are you going to try and make a deal?” Desa asked hesitantly. She was crossing a line, she knew. It was a miracle that Father was even giving her the time of day.

“Go to the storage room and wait.”

Of course he won’t answer.

“Yes, Father. May I check on Jack, first?”

“Yes. But do it quickly”

Desa hurried away, sweat beading on her brow. The sloshed further down the tunnel, finally reaching a dry patch of concrete. Ahead of her she could see chairs and tables, flickering lamps adorning their surfaces. She spotted Jack — he was in a circle with some other children.

“Jack?”

That cherub face stared back at Desa, and she couldn’t help but let out a sigh. She embraced her younger brother, squeezing his shoulder until he giggled and squirmed from her grip.

“I’m fine. You don’t have to hold me so tight.”

“Sorry, buddy.”

“Is that man still here? That guy you brought in from the other place?” Jack asked curiously. “What’s he like?”

“He’s in holding. I don’t think we’re going to really do anything with him until Mason gives us the signal,” Desa replied softly. “I have to go over there now, alright? Father needs me to help him.”

“Help him with what? Father never needs help.”

“I caught that guy, so Father thinks it’s fair that I…do whatever it is he wants me to do,” Desa couldn’t help but wince. She had a bubbling, uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. She wasn’t at all enthusiastic to participate in Fathers activities, but she knew the consequences if she said no. They weren’t worth it.

“I hope we can leave soon. This place smells.”

“It used to be where everyone’s poop would go. And piss,” The group of kids, including Jack, made a collective, exaggerated noise of disgust. Desa chuckled, adding, “So, yeah. Don’t go wandering around in it.”

She hugged Jack again. Told him to stay out of trouble — which, she knew, he wouldn’t — and headed to the storage area. The room was wide and, before, had been used to store maintenance supplies. Now it had been cleared out and acted as a makeshift playpen for Father.

“Playpen” is a pretty loose term…

Negan had been strung up against the wall, arms stretched, wrist bound by rope. He was conscious, not speaking or cursing. Just glaring. The mocking, almost silly visage had disappeared.

Desa was alone with him. Father had yet to arrive. All she could do was stare, unsure of what to say.

If I run and grab Jack, I can get a head start. They won’t catch me.

Yeah. But you’ll be homeless. No food. Jack is naive — he can’t fight. He hasn’t even killed a biter yet.

She approached Negan hesitantly, going slow and methodical, unnerved by how his eyes seemed to follow her like a hawk. After what seemed like a thousand years, he spoke.

“Am I the only fucking one here? Do you have Simon and Dwight, too?”

“N-no,” Desa stammered. “You’re the only one. I don’t know what happened to everyone else—”

“Good. Now what the fuck are you going to do to me?”

“Introduce you to Father,” Desa said. “Maybe…maybe talk things out.”

“There’s nothing we have that you would fucking want. You said it yourself. I mean, hell, I’m willing to sit the fuck down and sketch out some deal but from what you told me,” Negan eased forward, ginning. “That ain’t going to fucking happen.”

It’s not.

“It can if you cooperate.”

“I don’t really have a fucking choice, do I?”

Desa heard the heavy door swing open. Father’s footsteps echoed around the room and he stopped, close, so close to Desa that she could partly feel his breath against the side of her neck.

Desa dipped her head and stepped to the side. She kept it lowered while Father spoke, unwilling to make eye contact with Negan.

“You are…handsome,” Father clicked his tongue. “Sturdy. A bit aged but…overall, a satisfactory catch.”

“Am I supposed to be fucking flattered? Because I am,” Negan whistled. “Hey, Desa, did you string me up just to compliment me?”

Desa didn’t reply. Instead Father answered, “That’s only the first part. Next is the difficult section — the transfiguration of the mind and, if you’re willing, the body. And you will be willing. Desa, cut open his shirt.”

She obeyed. With shaking fingers she gripped her knife, stepping forward as Negan stared down at her.

Three deep breaths.

One.

Two.

Three.

She cut away at the thin material. An abdomen peppered with hair and weathered tattoos stared back at her. She was so, so glad she couldn’t see Negan’s eyes. The cloth fell to the floor in tatters, leaving Negan’s torso bare.

“Good,” Father murmured. He thought for a few moments, before gesturing for the knife. Very slowly Desa handed it to him. He looked it over before sheathing it, stepping closer to Negan. They were the same height, same build…same age, probably, though Father was never one to admit his age or talk about himself.

While they certainly weren’t carbon copies, they were similar. Almost too similar, and it was bothering Father. Each twitch, each quirk of Father’s lips communicated that to Desa loudly and clearly.

“I can smell the sweat on you. The blood. You kill often?”

Negan tilted his chin, trying to make himself seem taller. He growled, “Fuck yeah, I do.”

“I want to taste it.”

Desa was forced to watch as Father licked a stripe from Negan’s navel to his collarbone. At the touch of Father’s tongue to his clammy skin Negan lurched back, perturbed.

When Father pulled away, flecks of crimson adorned his lips. Desa clenched her fist to stop her hands from shaking, hearing Father murmur to himself before addressing Desa directly.

“Go grab the tools. The torch and the pliers, please.”

Desa didn’t move. Father raised his eyebrows, the sneer on his face enough to snap Desa out of her trance. She shuffled towards the cabinets, legs seemingly moving on their own accord. Negan was watching her yet again — she could feel his caustic gaze on her. She yanked open the drawer, retrieving the requested items.

She handed them to Father. Kept her head down.

I need to leave. I can’t watch.

“Father?”

“Yes?”

Desa gulped. She felt woozy, light headed. The sharp burst of blue fire from the blowtorch seemed brighter than it probably was.

It’s just your mind playing tricks. You’ve seen this before. You’ve seen—

“Jack. He…he needs me. He’s scared.”

“Are you asking to leave?”

“I can check on Jack and then go help Mason. He’s out there by himself. I’m sure you don’t need me for this,” Desa croaked. “I—”

“If you want to work, this is work. Get out if you can’t handle it.”

Desa’s eyes lingered on Negan an extra moment. He didn’t look angry — in fact, she could see a hint of something else in his dark eyes. Even when strung up and stripped practically naked, he was attempting to appear prideful.

Don’t pity me, Negan, pity yourself.

Desa spun on her heels and left, bile rising in her throat as she heard the sound of the blowtorch once more. The moment the iron door closed behind her she stumbled, emptying her stomach onto the slick sewer floor. Salty tears dripped from her eyes, past her quivering lips.

A muffled, deep scream filtered from beneath the door.

Desa stood up straight. Nobody could see her crying. That type of behavior was frowned upon, especially by Mother and Father.

She wiped her hands on her jeans, making her way down the sewer tunnels. Negan’s screams were distant, no longer bouncing off the walls like some sort of sick staccato. Not hearing it allowed her to push it away, to ignore it.

Father always did this. Negan wasn’t any different — he’d come out stronger. Better. Desa had to believe that. The man was intimidating, worth something. He wouldn’t end up in the cellar with the others.

Jack was no longer with his friends. Instead, he was with Mother, standing next to the woman’s chair. The nauseous feeling returned the moment Desa saw Mother’s hand stroking Jack’s hair, rhythmically and slowly.

Desa spoke first. “Father is still with…him.”

“I know. It won’t be very long until we can leave this disgusting place,” Mother wrinkled her nose. “You have vomit on your clothes. Does the stench affect you that badly?”

“Yes,” Desa said quickly, glancing down at her jacket. “It does. I don’t like it here either.”

“Mason better hurry, then,” Mother stopped stroking Jack’s hair. She smiled, murmuring to herself and shaking her head. Then she stood, hiking up her dress so not to get it dirty. “When we return to the Estate, you will join Father and I in the bedroom. A reward for your hard work today.”

Oh, no.

“I don’t need a reward. I do this because I care about you and Father and everyone else,” Desa said slowly, aware that Jack was watching with wide eyes. “I don’t need a reward.”

“If you care about us, you will satisfy us. Both of us. When we return you will join us.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good. And you, Jack,” Mother turned, giving a genuine smile. “It’s your birthday soon, isn’t it?”

“Yes ma’am,” Jack replied with just a bit more enthusiasm.

“I have plenty of candy for the occasion. All of it yours.”

“Thank you, Mother.”

“I always look after my children.”

She left, headed towards the storage area. Desa listened hard, but found she could no longer hear Negan. Perhaps he’d died. Perhaps Father had gotten bored and simply killed Negan. Desa didn’t want to think about it, so she didn’t.

So she sat down, arm wrapped around Jack’s shoulder, and sang.

“City's breaking down on a camel's back, they just have to go ‘cause they don't know whack…”

#vizhi0nw #negans thirst squad

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patheticnugbaby · 7 years

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A little post-trespasser thing about Asha’adahlen and Varric, conversation over letters and wine.

“So, help me out here, Twitch,”

Adahla smiled, leaning back in her chair with a warm glass of mulled wine in her hands, “With what, Master Tethras?”

“Don’t ‘Master Tethras’ me, not over cards and alcohol,” He groused, taking a swig straight from the bottle, “but, you and Chuckles.”

“What about me and him?” She took a sip, feline smile curling up her lips, “Don’t tell me you had a similar conversation with Hawke once upon a time.”

“That conversation was more along the lines of: ‘You don’t think he’s a little crazy?’ to which she replied: ‘Have I ever given you the impression that I’m turned off by crazy?’,” He chuckled softly, sifting through a few letters before tossing one into the fire, “That being said, you don’t need the crazy conversation from me, you’ve got your head on a little straighter than Hawke ever has.”

“Not much of an accomplishment, is it?” She laughed, tilting her chair back to rest her heels on the table.

“Maybe not, unless you consider all the weird shit that happens to you,” Varric shrugged, taking another drink before pushing the bottle across the table, “Refill?”

“Ma serranas,” She filled her cup before returning the bottle.

“Haven’t answered the question, Twitch,” He said, a small, cunning gleam in his eyes, older than his face.

“You didn’t answer mine either,” She smirked a little, sipping her wine, “what about me and him?”

“As much as I appreciate someone dodging a question, I’m not blind,” He threw another letter onto the fire, not even looking at it, “Here, all you two do is look at each other, like puppies.”

A blush crept up her cheeks and her ears, “... Puppies?”

“It’s a better look for you than for him,” Varric grinned, reaching into his coin purse, “raising you another two silver, Twitch.”

“Fine, but I still haven’t heard an actual question,” She quipped, taking another sip from her cup, hoping that the alcohol could be used to blame the light burning in her cheeks.

“You just don’t seem like a ‘doom-and-gloom’ kinda lady,” He picked up the remaining letters on the table, spreading them in his hands with a little frown before tossing them all into the fire, “I’m curious.”

“Aren’t you the one who claimed his ‘boundless optimism’?”

“Sure, but it’s not like that cancels out endless fatalism,” Varric chuckled softly, gesturing vaguely at the closed door to the rotunda.

“It doesn’t have to,” She answered with a small, wistful smile, “when you’re surrounded by the never-ending ocean of human faith and optimism a certain amount of fatalism is almost medicinal.”

“Puppy eyes aren’t medicinal, Twitch.”

“Hush up, I’m getting there,” She wrinkled her nose before taking another long sip, “Just to be clear, since you haven’t actually asked me a question, you’re wondering what I see in the elven apostate who I’m told showed up out of nowhere to help seal the Breach, oozing fatalism and general doom.”

“I mean when you put it like that-”

“You would put it like that,” She corrected him with a sly little smile.

“How would you put it, Twitch?”

Adahla swirled the wine in her cup, pursing her lips thoughtfully, “At first I think I could say that I admire his control, and to a point, maybe I do, but that’s not what the ‘puppy eyes’ are about. There’s a lot of feeling under the ‘doom-and-gloom’, as you so eloquently put it.”

“I’ve been told I have a way with words,” Varric conceded, his fingers twitched a little and Adahla narrowed her eyes.

“You’re not-... Why are you asking me this?”

“I told you, I’m curious,” He answered, a little too smoothly.

“You are not writing this down,” She growled, taking her feet off the table and leaning forward.

“Do you see me writing anything down?”

“Varric. You have the storyteller eyes on.”

“I’ve only got the one pair, Twitch.”

Adahla grunted and threw herself back in her chair, taking another quick gulp of her wine, “We’re not discussing this anymore.”

“Fine, fine. Lemme know if you change your mind.”

“Hey, Twitch.”

Adahla looked up from her plants with a warm smile, tucking her hair behind her ears, “Viscount Tethras.”

“Oh, don’t you start,” Varric groused, pushing his spectacles higher on his nose, “you said you wanted to see me?”

“I did,” She smiled, leaning over to pull a chair out for him, “Did you bring what I asked?”

“Yes, not sure why you want it,” He eased himself into the chair with a little huff, “I’m getting too old for this ‘meet me at my house in the dead of night with a bunch of ink and paper’ shit.”

“You did tell me to let you know when I changed my mind.”

Varric went a little still, lowering his glasses to look at her over the rims, “I might’ve written a couple of drafts for that book but I never got any further than that. You don’t need to tell me anything, Twitch. Let the old wounds heal if they can.”

“Varric,” She put her left hand on his forearm, dark, elegantly carved wood, glowing a soft, muted green from the runes that made it move almost like a real hand, “I would like you to write it.”

“I thought you said your letters were still disappearing.”

“They are, but never when I’m looking. I shouldn’t be surprised, even after all this time,” She took her hand away from his arm, leaning back into her chair with a heavy sigh, “I’m not getting any younger, Varric, and it would ease my heart a little to know that someone else wrote an account of us, not entirely through my own eyes. I’m not sure how much I ever really saw,” Adahla paused, lifting a glass to her friend, wrinkles set a little heavier on his brow, crinkles in the corners of his eyes, deep lines where he laughed, “but then, I never had the eyes of a storyteller.”

“I’ve never been much of a storyteller, not for the sake of facts,” He replied, frowning as he started pouring himself a glass of white wine.

“This isn’t about facts, it never was,” Adahla answered with a soft, sad smile, “Please, Varric, for old times’ sake?”

He grumbled but she recognized the slight crack in his old eyes as he took out some paper, “Alright, fine, but you better have more booze than this.”

“Of course,” She smiled and leaned under the table, dragging out a crate full of bottles, “a gift from Magister Pavus, I’m told this is his favorite.”

“Meaning it’s worth more than your whole estate.”

“Exactly,” She gave Varric a devious smile as she toed the crate back to the table, “now, where would you like me to begin?”

“The beginning is usually a good spot,” He smiled, dipping his quill in the inkwell, “ready when you are, Inquisitor.”

She smiled, it was odd how the old title, one that no longer belonged to her, felt like a balm on her aching soul, the warmth of familiar armor wrapping around her chest, “If I’m honest, in the beginning, our relationship was a little... Antagonistic. He was dismissive of me because I was dalish, and you remember how ridiculously dalish I was,” she chuckled softly, her fingers lightly touching where her vallaslin had once been, sometimes it still tingled, like it had the night he took them from her, “Still, I peppered him with questions, day in and day out. Originally I clung to him, and you, as an anchor, something I could tie myself to in the never-ending tide of human faith and ridicule that followed me everywhere,” Adahla stopped, tapping her fingers on the armrest of her chair, “I... I grew to enjoy his company, and the fact that he always had an answer, perhaps I should’ve found that suspicious, but I didn’t. It felt like he always just knew things, that he had every right to just know. Maybe I was blind, but then, we all were,” She sighed, looking out her windows at the moon, “Sometimes I prodded him, just to see if I could make him stumble, I didn’t succeed for a long time. More often when I prodded him, I’d end up tripping,” She chuckled softly, a thin blush working at the tips of her ears, “Even so, I appreciated the quiet confidence that rolled off of him, though every now and that it was just arrogance.”

Varric laughed, the nib of his quill scrabbling against the pages, “Chuckles always was an arrogant son of a bitch,” Varric paused, sitting up with a little frown, “is there some god I need to apologize to for that?”

“I hope not,” She chuckled, tilting her head back to look at the ceiling, “and if there is, I suppose they’ll have to do without,” Adahla sighed, swirling her fingertips on the lacquered wood of the table, “You were always right about his optimism. It was obvious if you looked, beneath cool, superior attitude he liked to project,” she smiled softly, touching her lips, “I’m not entirely sure when I started chasing him in earnest. That’s what it was, in the beginning, a chase. He’d step up, then back again until I caught him. That was the first time I saw him truly shocked.”

“What was?” Varric prodded her after a brief silence, prompting a soft blush on her cheeks.

“When I took a chance. I kissed him, quickly. I was mortified at first, I almost ran off before he caught me,” She smiled, a wide, crooked grin, “After that I discovered something,” she shifted in her chair to sit a little straighter, “I could never make Solas act, he prized his control a little too highly for that, but I could bait him into it,” Adahla laughed softly, “honestly, after that chasing him got a little easier, and much more frustrating.”

“You’re telling me that he caught you, then let go and wandered off again?” Varric frowned at his paper, then at her, “That doesn’t sound- actually no, it does.”

Adahla laughed, feeling an old, familiar pain build in her throat that she quenched with wine, “After I became Inquisitor I started sneaking out at night. I’d wander out to a grove outside the fortress and I’d dance like Clan Lavellan did when the weather was fair and the moon was full,” she paused, closing her eyes with a soft smile, “I must’ve woken him on my way out one night. He followed me out, when I caught him he told me he followed ‘to be sure I was safe’,” Adahla scoffed, taking another sip of wine before refilling her glass, “Like he hadn’t been lurking in the trees watching me dance. I offered to teach him, I was incredibly surprised when he agreed to it, even after wringing a promise from him not to breathe a word to Cassandra or Cullen. They would’ve had my head if they discovered ‘The Inquisitor’ was sneaking out in the middle of the night to run around barefoot in the snow.”

“I still don’t get the barefoot thing.”

“You don’t need to,” She shot back, wrinkling her nose at him, “I’m dalish, and Solas was... Well, he was Solas,” Adahla cleared her throat and took another gulp of wine, “After the death of his friend he confronted me, which was odd, if a little gratifying after spending so much time pursuing him,” She shook her head a little, ears twitching, “he asked me if the Anchor had changed me at all, like he was looking for some kind of explanation for my character,” she snorted derisively, tapping on the table, “he said that I had impressed him, which I appreciated more than I should have, that he hadn’t forgotten about the kiss I sprung on him, then the one he sprung on me,” Adahla smiled softly, crossing her legs at the knee before wrinkling her nose with a little scoff, “then he tried running off again.”

Varric laughed, taking a drink from his glass and shaking his head, “You know, I never would’ve pegged him as ‘indecisive’ before now but honestly, somehow I’m not surprised.”

“Mm,” Adahla agreed over her glass, “Looking back on it all I’m surprised I managed to stop him from running at all, much less with just a touch on his arm, yet I did,” she smiled softly into her wine, “it was immensely gratifying not to have to chase him anymore. Outside of Skyhold, or late in the evenings he liked to hold my hand,” She cupped her right hand in her left, running the wooden thumb along her palm, “he was passionate in the smallest moments, after we kissed he ran his thumb over my lips, like he couldn’t believe I was real,” she chuckled softly, blinking back a familiar sting at the memory, “Maybe he couldn’t, not really.”

“Makes Cole make a lot more sense in hindsight,” Varric admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with ink-stained fingers, “I miss that kid.”

“He’s out there, helping,” Adahla smiled softly, taking another long sip of wine, “sometimes I think he visits, but I’m not sure. Just sometimes I wake up to find that my plants have been taken care of, or my laundry drying on the line when I didn’t put it there.”

“You could hire someone to help you, you know,” Varric raised an eyebrow at her, pushing his glasses further up his nose, a small ink smear left on the scar, “you already said you’re not getting any younger.”

“I get by,” She smiled a little wider, “Thank you for the concern, Varric, but I’m alright,” she sighed softly, filling her glass and taking a long draught to ease the dull ache in her chest.

“So... what happened when you two took that trip?”

Adahla sighed, her smile dimmed a little, “We went to a lake, the air sang like magic does, or a rift that hadn’t quite opened yet. He told me that he’d been trying to figure out some way to tell me what I meant to him,” she chuckled softly, “I told him that I knew, that he didn’t need to prove anything to me,” Adahla sighed heavily, “he told me that all he could offer was ‘the truth’. To this day I like to imagine that he didn’t take me there with the intent to further disconnect me from my culture or to wound me like he did, but I’ll never know for sure.”

“Shame you didn’t have more time to wring answers out of him,” Varric almost grumbled, dipping his quill again, “it’s probably good that none of the rest of us were there, the only one who wouldn’t have punched him is the Kid.”

Adahla laughed, it was a sharper sound than she wanted, “It is a shame,” she touched her left eye with the wooden fingers of her hand, “He said ‘Ar lasa ma revas. You are free’, for a moment I did feel free, freer than I’d felt since I fell out of the Breach, I thought: ‘Finally I can stop chasing him’,” she chuckled, only a touch of bitterness at the edges of her voice, “then, quick as a knife, he goes: ‘I have distracted you enough from your duty. It will not happen again’,” Adahla hid the pain of the memory in another drink, “and that wasn’t nearly so shocking, or painful as what happened two years later.”

“We don’t need to talk about that part now, Twitch,” Varric leaned over, a large, rough hand on her shoulder, “if I’m going to really write this we’re going to need to sit down more often, and you’ll need to tell me every moment you can remember.”

“Every single one?”

Varric nodded a little too solemnly, “A great story is just a lot of little moments, smashed together until it makes some kind of sense,” he set his quill aside, leaning back heavily in his chair, “I know you want to redeem him, change his mind somehow, and if you can, good. Another miracle to add to your weird-ass list of miracles. I don’t think you can, but what I think doesn’t matter,” Varric sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Will you want to read it when I’m done writing it?”

“No,” She smiled softly, reaching under the table to drag the crate closer to her and pulling out a bottle, “Even if you publish it, there’s only one person who I’d like to read it. Of all of us, I’d say you had as much sway as I did in making him realize that we are people. Maybe your book will help him my way a little more.”

“I hope so, Twitch.”

#Asha'adahlen Lavellan #patheticnugbaby's inquisitors #patheticnugbaby writes #Varric Tethras #Post-trespasser #Solavellan

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avengeultrons · 8 years

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Title: Make a Bet (Part 3 Tutor(Daugher of Tony! Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: Tony Stark’s hoping for smooth sailing during his party, even when Natasha and Clint make a bet on two of the youngest party goers.

Word Count: 2065

A/N: Okay….I love this a whole lot? I just really love this series, and I hope you do too! I even made an Instagram layout edit for it?? LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK LOL. I hope you enjoy!

PART 1

PART 2

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“Oh my gosh Y/N, that dress looks amazing on you,” Natasha clasped her hands under her chin as you stepped out of your bathroom sheepishly, clad in a gold dress that you would have never in a million years picked for yourself. If you had it your way; you’d be wearing jeans to your father’s party.

Even if it was totally different than what you would wear- having ‘Stark’ as a last name drew enough attention to you as it is- the dress was somehow classy and vintage yet effortlessly modern at the same time and made you feel like a superstar.

“Really?” you beamed, watching her fluff her hair in your mirror.

“Really, it’s perfect. You look so sophisticated and classy!” Natasha cooed, slipping a pair of heels on before tossing another pair at you. You sighed loudly as you scooped them up, your feet somehow already aching from the thought of wearing them. Natasha waited for you to begrudgingly put them on before grabbing your arm and pulling you with her.

“I know that it’s not your ‘thing’ or whatever Y/N,” you huffed in protest while she eyed you carefully, “but your father’s really hoping for this evening to go well. I know that high class parties aren’t a teenager’s first choice, believe me. At least pretend you’re having fun,” Natasha slung an arm over your shoulder while you sighed. Of course; she was right. She was always right, “Plus, we both look hot. And I’m pretty sure your precious Peter Parker will be here! How exactly have you managed to keep your study dates a secret from your father?”

Your eyes widened when she said it, a crimson blush burning your cheeks as you turned to face her. You were suddenly extremely self conscious in what you were wearing, smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles at the front of your dress. Natasha giggled while you glared at her, “Why are you so annoying?” you retorted while Natasha rolled her eyes at you once more, laughing at your comeback, “And by the way, Peter coming over to study hasn’t been a secret, Nat. Dad just… hasn’t been around when he’s been around.”

“Oh yeah, right. Hey, Clint! Peter’s going to be here tonight!” she waved Clint down frantically as the two of you stepped up to the bar, a bored expression on your face as she ordered a drink for herself.

“Twenty bucks says Y/N and Peter totally make out,” Clint said with a hardy laugh, winking at you. You groaned, looking down at the floor as a dark blush covered your cheeks. All you wanted was to crawl into a hole and just stay until the party was over. Was that too much to ask?

“What? We’re just friends, and my dad doesn’t even know about that. Sorry, but that’s not happening,” you huffed. Natasha laughed so hard she nearly sprayed her champagne all over herself.

“Just friends,” Clint snorted and the two of them laughed this time, “Alright, I’ll bet twenty dollars that they won’t make out,” you were about to thank Natasha before she added something extra, “They’re both so goddamn shy. In fact; I bet that they won’t even manage a kiss by the time this thing’s over with.”

“Natasha!” you groaned loudly while she and Clint broke out into uncontrollable fits of laughter, “Okay, okay. Quiet, my dad’s coming over.”

“Look how classy we all look!” Tony smiled widely at you as he buttoned his suit jacket, slinging an arm around your shoulder, “Thank you, for joining us. I know that these aren’t fun for teens,” you laughed as he said ‘teens’ like you were some exotic, rare creature, “Mr. Parker will be here, so you’ll at least have someone your age to talk to. Maybe the two of you will become good friends!”

Natasha and Clint stifled their laughter while you glared at them, “Sounds great,” you flashed a smile in your father’s direction while he stood with a puzzled look on his face.

“There’s Steve, I’ll be back later!” Tony gave your shoulder a squeeze before waving Steve and Sam down, joining them in small talk before people started arriving.

You noticed that the party was beginning to fill up, from friends and acquaintances of your father, to people you’d never seen before in your life. Butterflies fluttered around in your stomach as you looked around, your eyes landing on a nervous looking Peter.

“Gotta go,” you told Clint and Natasha nervously, walking backwards as you smiled nervously at them.

Natasha clapped her hands together gleefully, “Go get ‘em, tiger!” You waved her off and pulled at the hem of your dress anxiously whilst trudging over to Peter.

“Thank heavens you’re here,” you sighed dramatically, tapping on Peter’s shoulder. He jumped and whipped around to face you, a giddy smile lighting up his face. You smiled, your cheeks turning pink as his eyes widened at you.

“You look…” he gave an airy laugh while a blush burned his cheeks, a wide smile on his face as he looked at you. You laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear nervously. You could practically feel Natasha and Clint’s eyes watching the two of you like hawks.

“You don’t look half bad yourself,” you smirked, gesturing to his suit. Which, he definitely looked better than ‘half bad’. Peter merely rolled his eyes, jamming his hands into his pockets nervously.

The music picked up and it suddenly felt extremely crowded in the tower, all with people you didn’t know. Peter looked around and flashed a tantalizing smile your way, “Wanna go outside?” he asked, his eyes wide and bright with excitement. It was a look that released a kaleidoscope of butterflies to flutter around in your stomach.

You laughed lightly, “Isn’t it cold out?” you raised an eyebrow while he opened his mouth to argue his case, “You know what, this party is kind of boring anyway.” Peter took this as a definitive yes and grabbed ahold of your hand to lead the way out onto the terrace.

“You know, I’m not really a fancy party person,” you said with a simple shrug, a blush warming your cheeks as Peter dropped your hand and mumbled an apology. You tiptoed across the concrete to the ledge, looking out at the busy street below.

Peter- who couldn’t stop staring at you as you looked out at the city skyline- laughed, a cloud of vapor escaping with it from the cold. He pulled himself up to sit on the concrete ledge and you did the same, leaning back against the railing to look up at the stars starting to peek out through the clouds, “My dad still doesn’t know that we’re even friends,” it was your turn to laugh, hugging your arms around your middle as you shivered from the cool air.

“Here,” Peter shrugged his jacket off and gently draped it over your shoulders, his heartbeat in his ears, “Better?”

“Better. Thanks,” you smiled over at him, but inside, butterflies were fluttering around like mad. That was like, the universal sign of caring about another person, right? Either way; the selfless act rendered you speechless for a short period of time.

“I really like you, Y/N,” Peter said quietly. Your eyes widened and your heart seemingly skipped a beat as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “That was a terrible thing to say, wasn’t it? And we’ve already established that we’re just friends. I guess I’m just really nervous and…Sorry. You know what? I didn’t say anything. Forget it,” he laughed, bouncing his knee anxiously.

“I don’t think it was a terrible thing to say,” you tried to ease his nerves, but you felt the same way. Your heart was beating so hard and fast that it felt like it might burst out of your chest, your hands clammy and sweaty, “I-I really like you, too, you know.” Peter sighed in relief while you laughed lightly.

You saw people push open the door of the terrace and slip outside out of the corner of your eye, and of course the two people you wanted to see the least were part of that group. It didn’t matter to you anymore, for as cliché and cheesy as it sounded; it felt like you and Peter were alone. Maybe they wouldn’t even notice you, “Wanna know something horrible?”

Peter raised an eyebrow at you while a laugh escaped your lips. You nodded over to Clint and Natasha, who were laughing and chatting with a group of equally fancy looking people, “They have a bet going. On us. Clint bets that we’ll ‘totally make out’, ” you made quotation marks in the air while Peter’s eyes widened in surprise, his cheeks burning red, “Oh, and Natasha bets that we’re both ‘too goddamn shy’ to kiss before the night’s over. Twenty bucks, can you believe it?”

“So, who’s going to win that bet?” Peter asked with a nervous laugh. You laughed as well, your heart beating loudly in your ears.

“Hopefully no one. There’s gotta be a loophole,” you tapped a finger to your chin and furrowed your eyebrows as you pondered it.

“Just kiss me,” Peter shrugged, your eyes widening and your mouth forming an ‘o’ shape. He looked over at you with his own eyes widening as if he just realized what he said, “I mean, not that we have to kiss. Just an idea. A terrible, terrible idea.”

“No, not a terrible idea,” you were stalling, for you weren’t exactly sure how to execute it all. You smirked over at him, hugging his suit jacket tighter around you, “ A wicked plan, Mr. Parker,” Peter smiled and let out a sigh of relief, causing the butterflies in your stomach to flutter around wildly. You were so close, your foreheads were practically touching.

Peter closed the small gap in between you and brushed his lips to yours in a kiss, a hand caressing your cheek. The nerves you previously felt had somehow diminished, as if kissing Peter was the most natural thing in the world. All you wanted to do was keep on kissing him.

The jacket draped over your shoulders fell off of one of your arms as your hand lingered over his cheek, a shiver running up your spine from both the cold and from kissing him.

You felt effervescent and giddy- like the bubbles dancing in a glass of champagne- as you and Peter pulled away from each other, the two of you unable to keep smiles off of your faces. Peter’s cheeks turned crimson and he looked down at his shoes, kicking them against the concrete to distract himself. You could hear arguing now, positive that it was Clint and Natasha.

With a sigh, you pushed yourself off of the ledge and managed to land on your feet without breaking an ankle. Peter followed you sheepishly as you trudged over to the two of them, both tipsy from however many glasses of alcohol they’d already consumed, “Oh, there they are! You owe me twenty dollars, Nat,” Clint announced, elbowing her in the ribs.

She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms defiantly over her chest, “You didn’t win either, it was just a kiss. If anything, you owe them twenty dollars,” she huffed, a smirk dancing across her face. You glanced at Peter nervously, who gulped and flashed a nervous smile. Talking about your first kiss with an arguing Clint and Natasha was the last thing you wanted to be doing.

“Come on! A kiss is a kiss. They’re basically dating…Look! Y/N is wearing his jacket, so I at least get ten dollars,” Clint said with a shrug. Your eyes widened at him and your cheeks burned red with a blush. Natasha’s eyes narrowed as she looked somewhere past the two of you, elbowing Clint hard to make him stop talking.

“Who’s kissing and dating?” your jaw dropped open as your heard your father’s voice behind you, a jolly laugh following suit.

You turned quickly on your heel, “No one,” you and Peter said in unison, shooting each other nervous glances. Tony looked between the two of you with his brows knitted together, his eyes widening and his mouth making the shape of the letter ‘o’ as he pieced it all together.

You were busted.

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