#just... thinking about how alone and afriad he would feel after that

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

What Comes After

Pairing: Astarion x reader

Prompt: In which you couldn't convince Astarion not to become the Vampire ascendant, but still do not allow him to do the ritual.

Description: You really did fall so hard, and so, so fast. No wonder when the ground came to meet you did it hurt just as much. But perhaps its not too late to stand back up again, if someone was willing to lend a hand.

Rating: sfw

Content Warning: hurt/comfort

Word Count: 3018 3244

Notes: I had to save scum this so much on my file that was romancing him. And well I be thinking about him a lot lately... I literally have no idea where these words came from btw so I hope u enjoy them! Edited: 10/6/24 Fixed some spelling mistakes and grammar, added a lil more flavor and tried to make it all present tense lol also this has a title on ao3 now it does here too

“It’s over,” Said with such disdain, such pain and hurt, directed your way. “I’m done with this, and I’m done with you.” Venom, dripping and cold. What happened to the warmth in his eyes? To the love that once shown in them, when he looked your way? “I would say good luck out there, but honestly? I hope you die screaming.” He looked so broken, so hurt.

You hardly remembered what came next, beyond your own tears. Astarion simply… left. Walked away as you crumpled to the ground, in disbelief. As you begged him to say. When you told him, over and over again, that you loved him.

Karlach and Shadowheart must have dragged you out of those dungeons, otherwise you might still be there, wallowing in your pity. You don’t remember how long it had been since then. Since you had stopped Cazador from ascending, freed Astarion from his grasp… and tried to convince him not to ascend himself. Your words may have failed to reach him that day, but your actions didn’t. You severed the connection of your tadpoles, kept Astarion from seeing his scars. You would not be the one to allow such evils to be birthed, would not allow him to kill 7000 souls. You did not allow Astarion to become the vampire ascendant.

Astarion, hurt, broken, and lost, then choose to walk away from you and everything the two of you had built together over this adventure.

You hadn’t really been the same, since then. Where once you were the leader of your little ragtag group of adventurers, now you couldn’t find it in you to leave your tent. Well… Astarion’s tent, to be precise. You never had one of your own. And when the two of you got together, it just seemed natural to share.

Gale had taken over in leading everyone for day to day adventuring on your behalf. Even though you wished it, the world would not slow down because you were hurt. No kindness spared on your broken, broken heart. Yet you couldn’t stop wondering where you went wrong. Were the two of you not as close as you thought? Could you have been more convincing, hells, more intimidating, anything to have kept him by your side?

It must be night now. Your candles are all stuffed out, the bustle of the streets beyond are quiet, and you can’t hear the patter and stomps of Scratch and the owlbear cub playing around camp. Your tears have all but dried, even if your sorrow remains as fresh as a new wound. No, all is silent in this moment. You take a deep breath. Yes, it would be best to sleep. Maybe tomorrow, you would wake up and feel like a person again. One who could attend to all her duties. One who could save Baldur’s gate.

But sleep never comes for those whose hearts are so heavy. This isn’t the first night you’ve lied awake, thoughts wondering. All for the better, perhaps-- because in the heavy quiet of the cities dark night, you hear the flap of your tent open with the utmost quietness. And you, just as quiet, sit up from your laying position. Who ever has invaded your space must have dark vision, for they pause upon seeing your form and do not move an inch.

“I can see you there.” Your voice comes out, gravelly and rough. You don’t sense your in danger, though, even as your heart beats and pounds in your chest. Who would be stupid enough to steal from a camp full of adventurers, with an owlbear lurking around no less. Still, with some trepidation, you cast the cantrip for light, and watch as your messy tent (and new guest) are bathed in cool, blue light.

“Oh,” Is all you think to say. You can’t really trust your eyes, so you rub the days of built up sleep and sorrow from them. No, you can’t even speak his name as you stare upon him. But you dare not look away. Even if it was a dream, it was him. It was him.

“...You’re a mess.” His words are soft, quiet. He seems to relax a little when he sees you make no movement.

“...I suppose I am.” You clear your throat a little after speaking, if only because a new lump seems to be forming now that you look to him. “How… how can I help you, Astarion?”

“Gods…” He heaves a heavy sigh, looking over your pitiful form. “I’ve hurt you this much, and you still think to help me? Are you stupid?” He shakes his head in disbelief.

“Perhaps.” You nod softly. “Stupid enough to fall in love with you, after all.” You can only smile weakly at him.

“I came here too…” He frowns, looking away from you for a moment. He seems to reconsider what he was going to say, sighing and shaking his head before speaking again. “Well it doesn’t matter why I came back. You clearly need some sense knocked back into you.” With that, he moves in closer to you. Surprised, you move in a little in order to accommodate him. You try to ignore the beating of your heart, ignore the hope that rises within you like a phoenix from its ashes.

“What… are you going to do?” You turn to him, nestled into your side like he might have been not too long ago.

“Talk, as terrible as that sounds.” He keeps his gaze down, looking at the messed up bedding. What does he see, in this room that shows the layers of your sorrow?

“Talk?” You repeat. “I thought you… didn’t want to see me again.” You look to where he keeps his eyes trained. All you see is a monument of your regrets.

“Well, that was then. This is now.” Astarion looks to you. To the bags built up under your eyes. To your cheeks, still rosy and sensitive with just how many tears you’ve shed (for him, no less). Your hair is unkempt and as gross as you are, all he can see is someone that loves him. Its bracing, in an entirely disgusting way. After all-- he was the one that did this to you. “I… said and did some terrible things during that ritual. Things that… looking back, I may not have done were I in the right head space.” He swallows hard. “I was… scared. And the promise of power, the smell of blood… it was all so intoxicating, I forgot myself there for a moment.”

The two of you sit in the silence a moment, festering in it. Words dance on the tip of your tongue but Astarion isn’t done speaking. He, too, needs a moment to compose himself. “But… you never forgot who I was.” He looks to you, something soft, something sad, something gentle written into the contours of his face. Even as he turns to you, he struggles to meet your eyes-- shining, glimmering, with everything sweet and promising and loving in them. Something that he doesn’t deserve; not after the actions he took that day.

“You did everything in your power to convince me what I was doing was wrong, but all I could see then was the security that power could bring me.” He closes his eyes, taking a sharp intake of air though his nose. “I was so blinded, I could not see that with you by my side, I was the happiest I’ve ever been these past 200 years…” As he opens his eyes, he looks down to his folded hands, then over to yours before quickly looking away once again. You realize, with much sadness, that even now as he tries to burrow into your familiar warmth, he hesitates to reach out and touch you. Maybe he felt as if he wasn’t allowed to do so any more, or perhaps felt he was no longer worthy… Whatever the reason, it breaks your heart just a little bit more.

“I… see.” It’s a lot to soak up. That in the moment, you couldn’t reach him but in the days sense Astarion has realized maybe this was for the better. The thought hadn’t even occurred to you that he might consider that. That he might actually miss you too.

“You saved me from becoming the very man I lived in fear of, and all I gave you in return was heartbreak.” He seeks your eyes, his own wide and wet and you realize he’s crying now. Tears flood your eyes as well, because he was right; you cared for him so much, though, it almost didn’t seem to matter. Almost. “How can I ever expect you to forgive me?” With that, he breaks, closing his eyes roughly and crying out, sobbing into his own hands. It hurts just as much as when you watched him sob after killing Cazador.

Some how, you summon new tears to cry with him. Two, love sick idiots broken and hurt but not beyond mending-- not yet.

“It’s okay,” You find yourself struggling to say the words, even as you usher him into your arms and hold him. He does not hesitate to hold you in turn, to cry unto you as you into him. “We’ll be okay, I promise, I promise.” Your words come out as prayer as you hold him close. “Just don’t leave again, please!”

“I won’t, I won’t.” Astarion seems to compose himself more quickly than you do, but he does not let go, even as you know your tears stain his shirt. “I’ve got you and I won’t leave you ever again.” He rubs his hand along your back slowly, doing his best to try and comfort you in the same way you have for him in the past. It’s a long moment before you feel yourself begin to breathe normally again, before your tears once again dry and you find yourself staring into his red eyes once more.

“I love you,” Your words are softer than a whisper, said with a trembling smile.

“I love you too.” Astarion responds in kind, resting his forehead against yours. You two stay content a moment, settling into one anothers missed company before he speaks again. “But you’re disgusting-- let me take care of you.” He pulls away from you and your left no room to argue. You merely blink, owlishly, as he pulls back. He moves to stand but you grab his hand before he can get too far.

“Where are you going?” You hold on to him with both hands now, and he has to pause to take the sudden fear on your face. Astarion had planned to leave to return with a little wash bin and rag but seeing you so distraught makes him pause. The last time he left you, he didn’t come back… He can forgive your sudden clingyness, then, but not how you’ve let yourself go in his absence.

“We’re going to get you cleaned up.” With a bit of a struggle, Astarion gets you to rise to your feet next to him. “Don’t make it more difficult than it has to be.” He adds. You nod slowly, still a little on edge from the panic that just flooded your system but nonetheless, choosing to trust Astarion.

So, with the difficulty that comes with only having one hand, Astarion pins open the flaps of the tent (your light cantrip soon goes out as well, but the inside is illuminated but the torchlight of your camp). Some of the stale air you had been living in gets to escape, and you’re able to take a fresh breath of air you hadn’t realized you needed.

Astarion gathers his wash bin, and the rag, and with you in tow, rummages through that the travelers chest you seem to toss anything and everything into. But, avoiding unmatched boots and careful not to prick himself on all the arrows that are in there (and trying not to think about how they were likely dumped in there after he left), he finds what he was looking for-- some soap. And though the water is cold, and the night is cool, at least with a little bit of soap and his careful hand, it’s not all bad.

“You need to wash these clothes too,” Astarion huffs. “I know you have other things, so let’s get you into something cleaner.” You’re guided back into your shared tent (which is already starting to smell better, but the scented water is helping as well) while Astarion rifles though your clothing. Here together again, you finally let go of his hand but stay close to him.

“Thank you…” You pause, watching him pick out something comfortable and warm. “I can take care of myself, though.” You add, attempting to take the clothing from him.

“I’m sure you can-- but I want to take care of you.” He doesn’t let go of your clothing as you try and take it. “So, let me.” His gaze flicks up to your eyes and you’re surprised to see him look so stubborn.

“Oh,” You let go of the clothing, surprised. “I… That would be nice.” You say it quietly, still too caught up in him being here, being real and touching you, loving you.

“Now, out of the nasty clothing, if you would.” He persists, grabbing the hem of your current shirt. He pauses before lifting it though, looking to your face. “That is, if you’re okay with me…” he trails, unsure.

“It’s you, so it’s okay.” You assure him. You raise your hands so he can take off the offending, stinky shirt, and toss it aside. Next, he removes your pants, tossing them the same direction.

“This might be a little cold,” Astarion tells you, but it doesn’t stop the flinch (nor the shiver) as the cool rag touches your skin. Still, his touch is delicate and careful.

He first wipes your face (part of it, still covered in blood and dirt from that same battle). He dips and wrings out the rag, before continuing his work. Your chest, your arms, legs-- all of you, gently washed and cared for. You realize this is the first time he’s been so intimate with you in a non sexual way. It’s… nice. To see his brow furrowed in concentration, have his hands upon you just hold you. It’s not like the two of you went entirely without touching one another in that time, but to have him initiating it, warms you in a way you’ve needed since his departure.

“Now, back in your clothing before you catch a cold.” You nod at him and smile, sliding on the familiar pants and shirt with comfort and ease.

“I already feel a lot better, thank you.” He smiles softly, but sits you back down.

“Just let me attend to this rats nest, and we can be done.” Astarion reaches for his comb, and sits beside you. “Lean back so I can wet your hair, darling.” He guides you down, with your head over the basin, and cups his hand to gather water before wetting your hair.

You let him work quietly, until your hair is wet and he can begin working out the knots starting at the ends. When the comb runs freely through your hair, he grabs the soap and carefully massages it into your scalp, scratching here in there. You let out a sigh in content, and Astarion can’t help but smile softly.

He was still shocked that you even talked to him-- let alone let him touch you. But the two of you needed this. To hold and be held, to love and let go. He was a fool to ever think he could be without you. But he was lucky, then, that you were fool enough to let him back in.

With your hair washed, combed, and dried and the water dumped and wash bin put aside, Astarion lets you sit back up and look at him. “So… what happens next?” You ask softly.

“Well… I’m not sure.” He admits. “I didn’t think you would forgive me so… I hadn’t really thought much beyond that.”

“I suppose we get our rest, then.” You heave a heavy sigh. “I know I’ve taken enough time off from adventuring… And you have some friends who deserve an explanation as well.”

“More talking?” Astarion groans softly, but makes no move to leave your side as you lie down and tug him with you. “But… you are right.”

“You’ll be okay.” You give him a good, full body squeeze. “Everyone here cares for you. They’ll be willing to hear you out.”

“Perhaps only with you by my side.” He lets out a little chuckle. “But… that’s not such a bad thing.” He readjusts in your grasp, snuggling close and turning towards you. “Rest well, darling.” He kisses the top of your head, and smiles down at your sleepy expression.

“I will, now that you’re here…” It didn’t take long for sleep to find you, wound up in Astarion’s arms. You hadn’t slept so well in days, and who was he to wake you when you looked so peaceful…? It seemed like time passed so quickly with you in his arms, and before long he could hear the sounds of everyone else waking in camp.

Astarion couldn’t help but grow anxious as footsteps grew closer to the tent. “Solider, you in there?” Karlach’s voice called out. “I know you haven’t been very hungry lately, but I brought you some breakfast…” Unable to do anything to stop her, Astarion watches, helpless, as Karlach pokes her head into the tent. In the bright morning light that pours in with her, all he can do is look at her with wide eyes as her mouth begins to open. Acting fast, Astarion speaks before she does.

“Shh, just let them sleep a while longer…” Astarion turns from Karlach, brushing some stray hairs from your face. “When they’re ready to wake up, I’ll… I’ll be ready to.” He turns from you, back to Karlach, a look of surprise and glee on her face.

“Right! Right… I’ll be quiet!” She gives him a little thumbs up and quickly retreats from the tent. But… Astarion can hear Karlach, even if she is all the way across camp. First, she tells Jaheira, then Minsc, and Minthara and Lae’zel overhear… Then Wyll, Shadowheart and Halsin of course overhear and then Gale finds out, and now the whole camp is aware that he’s back here even if they are being remarkably polite about it….

Still, it brings a smile on his face. To know they were so excited to see him again (maybe even if it was only to see you happy again) was a comforting thought. To be among friends… That was something truly special indeed.

“Astarion…?” You wake slowly, eyes barely open as you look to him, hold him a little tighter.

“I’m here,” Astarion assures you, giving you a squeeze in return.

“Good…” You close your eyes and cuddle back into him, letting out a small yawn. “Let’s stay alone for just a little longer yet.”

“That can be arranged.” He can’t help but smile, and relax into you. Everyone else could wait a little longer yet-- you deserved what ever you wanted in this moment. And if that happened to be him, well, Astarion was in no place to say no.

[thescruffygirldiarys]

I get so fucking fustrated when my mum fossicks and throws things away in my room, because ive asked her probably 10000 times (at least twice or more a day) to please not do that, since i hate things being thrown away since it triggers my OCD and i have to be careful about how i do it, and i dont like things being moved without a reason, as i rely on my vision from my bed to know where things are when im bedbound.

Whenever i ask for help and cant get off my bed so i need her to sit in my room, she does the same thing, then gets so angry because im "ripping her a new one", but im literally asking, for the millionth time, to please not do this thing ive asked her to stop doing EVERY SINGLE DAY and that she wont stop doing even when i explain and explain and explain why i hate it, why she should understand why i hate it, since i got the ocd FROM HER, but she doesnt fucking care and just gets angry at me and leaves me alone in my room when im in so much pain or high symptoms i cant fucking leave but really need her help. Its fully abuse and it makes me so suicidal and afriad, but she refuses to not be a fucking idiot and listen, she just gets offended and becomes worse than a brick wall.

Ive had to scream and cry and shout her down for HOURS just to get her to fucking LISTEN, when she promices she'll do better, and then she goes back to it but even worse, even more hateful. She literally only cares if i self harm, and then she just gets angry. She makes me so upset i have tried to kill myself after she does this and there is nothing i can do to make it stop. When i kill myself i hope someone finds this, and knows it was her, and how she abused my dad untill he literally got backed into a corner and left, and then she abused me. She acts like shes such a good parent because im disabled and autistic and she "takes care of me", but she literally just stops me from starving. When i was vomiting all day every day with gastropariesis she would shout and scream at me when i had panic attacks and begged and cried for help.

This is so someone knows why i self-harm, why im so suicidal and why there is nothing i can do to escape this. She wouldnt spend more than 10 minutes with me in a day if i didnt ask her to. She sends my "sister" to "check on me" even when she completely ignores me and walks away no matter how sick i am because she just keeps asking if im "Okay" untill i agree (very sarcastically because what the fuck) and then closes my door and walks away so i cant make myself heard if i vomit or need help.

She thinks shes such a good mum but shes neglectful, doesn't care about my consent and acts like i hurt her when she gets too close to me or touches me when i tell her not to, or just does exactly what ive told her not to do.

It is the 12th of February. In 4 days i loose the only person who actually spends any real time with me to go away to school, and i will go back to being ignored, cut off and abused with no outlet or comfort. I want to die but i dont want him to feel like his leaving was my last straw. I told my mum i was suicidal and shes actively making it worse. I want to die and if i could i would.

When i die please see this and know i tried to stay for so long and so hard, and she broke me down at every chance to help me. She let me get so sick because she wasnt prepared to stop telling the drs i have anxiety or ptsd or autism, even when i couldn't eat or drink and they were activly dening me care because of what she was telling them, even as i begged her not to. I hate my life, and have nothing left because of her negelct and abuse. She technically keeps me alive, but i might as well have died when my gastropariesis first got bad.

Please see and know i talked to her about this, and she'll probably apologize but nothing will change. Her negelct and abuse will never change, not even after my death. She'll still blame me after im gone, and will never accept it was her fault, the same way as it was her fault my dad went fucking nuts because she cant just listen and change.

I just?? Please take my ashes to some fun places, because all i ever got to see was this house, and this negelct

[moons-and-stars-and-shit]

Okayyyy so here’s what I’m Thinking. Bokuto was well known in Tokyo and everyone knew not to mess with him. He met reader at a book shop she worked at. He found her very interesting. The reader is a bit shy. They became friends and started liking each other. She didn’t know that he was in the maifa until she saw him kill someone. He then tired to tell her it’s not what it looked like but reader was afriad of him and ran home. She avoided him for weeks until he showed up at her door with flowers and a bunch of gifts and begged her to talk. - 🍒

𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊! 𝙱𝚘𝚔𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙲𝚆: 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛/𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝙶𝚞𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2.5

Oh god

It was moments like these where you wish you could just travel back in time...or at the very least erase your memory...but life won't give you those options, so the only option you have now is to run.

6 Months Ago…

"Ah yes there's nothing quite like this" you thought to yourself flipping to the next page of your favorite book. You really loved working in the local bookshop. Your friends would always joke around how it fitted your “aesthetic” so well. Not that you could disagree though, you couldn't deny that you loved evenings like these, where the rain was pouring outside while you were inside the building reading a book. The faint smell of coffee from the coffee shop next door being the cherry on top to this little vibe you had going on. “Y/n! Do you think you could close up shop for me? I gotta go pick up my brother from practice before this rain gets too crazy". You were brought back into reality by your co-workers request. “Oh for sure! Go ahead.i'll take care of it” you said putting down your book. She thanked you before grabbing her coat and heading outside. You looked up at the clock making a mental note to start closing up in about 20 minutes. Suddenly your train of thought was interrupted by the shop's door opening, causing the little bell on top to jingle. Thinking it was your co-worker you turned around to ask what she had forgotten only to be face to face with a man.

Uhm...Hey! Do you mind if i stay here until this storm dies down?” the male asked you. Giving him a quick look up and down you took notice just how drenched he was, from his grey and black hair dripping and sticking to his face, to his clothes that might as well have been dunked in water with how wet they have gotten. “O-Oh of course! Please come in'' you stuttered after realizing you had been staring at him just a second too long. You quickly ran to the back to grab the blanket you and your co-worker use whenever it gets too cold in the store. Running back to the front you hand the mystery man the blanket. “This won't do much for the clothes but maybe you can at least get your hair dry” you say as he takes the blanket. “Thank You so much!” he said beaming. There was a bit of awkward silence as he dried his hair off, but the silence was broken when he handed you back the blanket. “You're not much of a talker are you?” he said with a light chuckle. He made his way over to one of the reading chars and took a seat, motioning for you to do the same. “Yeah uh...sorry I'm a bit shy! Especially around strangers who just happen to walk into my bookshop” you said making your way to sit next to him. Once you had sat down he looked at you with shining eyes and a oh so bright smile “Well if that's the problem” he said holding his hand out to you ”I'm Bokuto Koutarou!”. You laughed a little at his enthusiasm before grabbing his hand “Well Bokuto, it's nice to meet you, I'm Y/n”

That night was the first of many that you'd be spending with Bokuto, in fact after that night he had become a frequent customer at the bookshop, always coming at the later hours, and always keeping you company whenever you started closing up. Hell he's even taken you out for drinks a couple times after your shift. You have never been one to trust strangers, let alone become good friends with them but shockingly enough, you felt rather comfortable around this strange man. Maybe it was his bright personality, or the way his eyes seemed to sparkle wherever he laid them on you, or even the way that his laugh caused a giggle or two to escape from your own lips. Either way you liked this Bokuto Koutarou, and if only you knew how much Bokuto liked you as well. Lucky both of your feelings would come to light on a night similar to the night Bokuto magically waltzed into your life...

Here you both were, sitting on the very same chairs you had introduced yourselves in. Only this time, you were both reading your respective books. However this peace was soon interrupted by a whiny Bokuto. “Y/nnnn I'm so boredddd” Bokuto said slamming his book shut. You put your bookmark in your book before closing it and looking at his puppy dog eyes ``Y'know for someone who comes into a bookshop so often, you're not that interested in books are you?” you told him with a smirk. “Hey! I'm smart enough without the help of your stinky books'' he said tapping the book against your head.. You grabbed the book from his hands and stuck your tongue out, watching as he plopped back on his self proclaimed “personal reading chair”. “Besides, I only ever really come to this shop to spend time with you”. You blushed at his small comment but not wanting your feelings to get the best of you quite yet, you decided to “test” these waters you were trending in. “What? You got a crush on me or something?” you said giving him a playful nudge. Now it was his turn to blush. It was silent for a beat to long and you were about to take back what you had just said, but you were quickly cut of when Bokuto took your hand, looked you dead in your eyes with a look that sent shivers down your spine “Would you hate me if I did?” he asked you in a soft tone, almost like a child admitting they broke something to their parent, a big contrast from his usual loud and confident voice. Instead of responding you simply squeezed his hand and cupped his face with the other “I would never hate you, especially if i feel the same way about you” Not being able to hold back anymore he simply grabbed your face and pulled you in for a soft but passionate kiss.pulling away he looked at you with all the love in the world “Y/n, I really want to be with you, but… there's a part of my life that you've never seen and I don't want to lose you over that” he told you, his eyes beginning to gloss over. Still pretty confused about what he was talking about you only took his face in your hand once more “Kou I will love you no matter what. Even your ugly parts”. Bokuto pulled you into a hug, trying to hide the tears that were falling freely from his eyes now. “Y-You promise?”

“I Promise”

Present Day

Thinking about that night still caused butterflies to flutter in your stomach. But now as you were running towards your apartment as if you were running from the grim reaper himself you couldn't ignore the feeling of dread that was sitting next to those butterflies. Had you really just seen that? Did you really just see your loving goofball of a boyfriend kill someone? It was supposed to be a normal night. You had closed the shop and were beginning to walk back home when you saw familiar spiky hair across the road. Curiosity had got the best of you, so… you decided to investigate. What you didn't expect to see was your boyfriend holding a gun to a man's head. It had all happened so fast first the crack of the gun, then your scream, then Bokuto's horrified expression as he turned and saw you standing there with your hand over your mouth. Before Bokuto could even try to explain what he had done, you ran. You ran away as if he was going to point the gun at you next.

Finally. Finally you were safe in your apartment. Your lungs felt like they were on fire, and your legs felt like absolute jelly. All you could do was collapse to the floor and break down crying. The scene from earlier replaying over and over in your head, causing you to get even more hysterical. Suddenly your phone started buzzing. You picked it up, as if you didn't already know who it was calling. The image of your boyfriend's face appeared on your screen, he looked nothing like the man who you had just seen commit that heinous deed. Suddenly anger took over your senses and you threw your phone across the room, returning to your fetal position to cry all your emotions out, eventually crying yourself to sleep

When you had finally awoken the sun was rising and the birds outside were singing their spring songs. You pulled yourself off of the floor before making your way to your phone across the room. "Damn it" you thought. Of course you had cracked your screen. Turning the phone on you was bombarded by hundreds of missed calls and text messages from your boyfriend. Could you even call him that any more? Would you really look at the man you saw kill and call him your boyfriend? Opting not to answer any of his messages or return any of his calls, you blocked him and went to go make you some tea, hoping to calm your still frazzled nerves”

The next few days were pretty quiet you hadn't even dared to leave your apartment, let alone even show up at work. You had called out telling your co-worker that you came down with a terrible cold and wouldn't be in for a couple of days. Sitting alone in your apartment during this time really gave you time to think about the events you had witnessed that night. Is this what Bokuto was talking about that night he confessed to you? Is this what he was afraid of losing you over? you couldn't really blame him if it was. But still, he could have at least warned you about this part of his life, or at the very least act like he was a cold blooded killer! You still couldn't bring yourself to think that the man you had cuddled in bed with, the man you had taken walks in the park with, the very man who opted to release a spider instead of killing it, would actually have it in him to kill an actual person. Suddenly your thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Still a little on edge you jumped at the sudden sound before that familiar sense of dread flooded your stomach. “Well gotta face the music some time” you breathed out slowly walking towards the door.

When you had opened the door you were practically tackled into a hug by a very hysterical Bokuto. You froze at the sudden contact “How could a man hug you with the very same hands he took someone's life with?" You thought as you gently pushed him off you. “Y/n I know I'm probably the last person you want to see right now but-” he was interrupted when you raised your hand. “You have 10 minutes to explain yourself then you either need to leave, or I'm calling the cops” you told him motioning for him to come inside. Bokuto practically jumped at the opportunity to finally explain himself to you and hopefully make you understand why he did what he did.

Each of you took a seat at your dining table. It was time for you to get answers... “Ok for starters, why are you here?” you started staring at him coldly. “Well you weren't answering any of my calls or texts and whenever I stopped by the bookshop you were never there, so I got worried” he replied fiddling with his thumbs. You slowly nodded at his answer. “So are you gonna tell me what the hell happened that night or are you just gonna sit there” you spat at him almost angrily. He flinched at your words before taking a deep breath “Well what did you see?” he asked. That was it for you. You slammed your hands on the table, not able to control your anger any more. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN WHAT DID I SEE?!?!? I SAW YOU FUCKING KILL SOMEONE KOUTAROU!!” you screamed at him standing up from your seat.”I DID IT TO PROTECT YOU!” he shouted back at you, throwing his hands up in the air. You both stared at each other in teary silence. “Y/n please let me explain… then you can hate me or kick me out i don't care! Just please…” you huffed before sitting back down, doing your best to hold back your own tears. “Ok” he said, trying to find a way to tell you everything “My family has always been a part of the mafia” he started, “When I turned 18 it was time for me to “take over” the family business” your mouth fell open, since he was 18? He's been doing this since he was 18? “When I first met you, I never ever wanted to tell you how much you meant to me because I never wanted you to find out about this part of my life, or even worse...I never wanted this part of my life to find out about you” he continued. You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean “find out about me”” you asked him. “I mean, that if my rivals found out about you and I, they would start to come after you”. Your eyes widened at this. “S-so that guy you shot-” “was trying to kill you” he said finishing off your sentence. He then looked up at you, visible tears in his eyes. “I'm so sorry Y/n I never wanted to put you in any sort of danger but-” you had cut him off when you smashed your lips against his. All this time you had thought he killed that man out of cold blood. Not once did you even consider he was doing it for you. He kissed you back before pulling you into the tightest hug. “Y-your not mad?” he blubbered out. “Not anymore,” you said, smiling at him. “ I just wish you would have told me,” you said. “But I didn't want to lose you…” he whispered in your ear. One last time, you took his face into both of your hands. “Bokuto Koutarou I love you” you said, letting the tears fall from your eyes. He laughed a soft laugh “even the ugly parts?” he asked you

“Even the ugly parts”

[that80sslytherinwrites]

i love the knox dating thing ! can you do something similiar for gerard pitts? like he meets a girl who looks rather intimidating and mean but she's very soft for him and she is keatings daughter who spends a year at welton and like the boys don't believe pitts when he tells them but the reader is open about their relationship?

Dating Gerard Pitts and being Keatings Daughter...

Fem reader, looks like she could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll

• Your father got a new job at some posh boys boarding school and when he told you about it, you were a little concerned.

• Your father, John Keating, had always taught at the school you attended and when he announced he'd be teaching at an all boys school, you felt a little betrayed

• But he had a solution. It was a good idea in theory, but being the only girl at an all boys school? Maybe not the best idea he's ever had

• But you didn't complain, you knew it was your last year of high school and if going to an all boys school meant you got to stay with your dad instead of being shipped off to another school, you would live with it. Boarding school boys couldn't be THAT bad. You were more shocked they were going to let you attend

• By the time September had rolled around and school was about to begin you knew they would announce the situation at dinner of the first day that there would be a girl attending Welton that year. The reason for the annoucement at dinner? Because the men running Welton didn't want to ruin their reputation in front of all the boy's families at the opening ceremonies (I assume that's what that bit at the beginning of the film counts as)

• You waited in your room...barely larger than a closet that you didn't share with anyone and was no where near where the boys stayed. At least you had your own bathroom. You figured you were staying in the quarters intended for a member of the kitchen staff

• At dinner you were brought in after the announcement and were sat at a table full of gawking boys. You rolled your eyes and ate your dinner in silence without paying attention to the boys at your table. Obviously, you were sat at the table with the DPS gang

• Charlie was cracking jokes, Todd and Neil were deliberately not staring, but the rest of them had a hard time not looking. It wasn't exactly their fault, these boys have zero idea of what to do around a girl due to the absolute lack of interaction

• It took almost a week before any member of the DPS tried talking to you normally, class discussion and whatever Charlie was doing did not count.

• Or for any guy at the school to really talk to you. You kept to yourself, did your work and didn't take shit from anyone, so to be fair you knew it was difficult for people to get passed your tough exterior

• It wasn't really their or your fault but you had a tendency to cross your arms and frown at people.

• You created a reputation for yourself at Welton as being mean and unapproachable. But you were sort of fine with it. It would also be nice to have a friend or two

• Pitts is not the shyest member of DPS but he's not exactly not shy either, but oddly enough you didn't meet him first. The first member you spoke with was Meeks in the library. He saw you sigh and drop your head to the tabletop and offered to help you

• Meeks was kind and you didn't mind the idea of a friend so you started talking to him more until you were eventually just sucked into the DPS gang and friends with the lot of them

• It was a little weird you befriended Meeks first considering he was one of the more timid members of their group and you had a sour look on your face about 85 percent of the time, but it wasn't your fault you had a resting "I want to kill you" face

• Meeks even shocked himself that he had gone up to you to speak with you because quite honestly he was afraid of you, but you were polite enough

• But nevertheless, you became friends with the DPS gang.

• Pitts was undeniably drawn to you especially as you opened up to the group

• You started to hang out and talk with Pitts more and more as you got to know the boys. You liked his sarcastic comments. You two's likes and personalities just seemed to click

• Pitts seems like the guy who'll kind of just naturally sling his arm around your shoulders, or because he's tall and if you are significantly shorter than him, there is a chance he'll rest his arm on top of your head. This of course did not fly, and everytime he touched you, you shoved his arm away distastefully. But deep down you really loved the feeling of his arms around you

• For a long while you two are aware of your feelings for one another but continously skirt around them

• I feel like Pitts would be the kind of person to pretty much ignore his feelings until you confess or he loses them so that's what he does

• It's agony for you. Everyday you think of him and wait for him to make a move, but he doesn't. You aren't blind and can tell he likes you too, so one day when you're hanging out with him and Meeks you decide to make a move

• They are working on their radio in the back corner of the library. No one else can really see you three so they aren't worried about being caught. You pretend to excuse yourself to go look for a book, walking to the next aisle, you find a book on the shelf just out of your reach (because likely you're shorter than him)

"Pitts, please come grab this book for me."

"Coming"

• Once you had Pitts over by you, an impulsive thought took over your mind and you tugged him down by the sweater of his uniform and kissed him. He blinked rapidly after you pulled away

"What was that for?"

"I wanted to."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

• After that you two were essentially official and the whole DPS gang knew by the end of the day. You threw it into conversation so casually they didn't even get the chance to be at least a little shocked

• The longer you and Pitts dated the more he saw the sweet side of you. You were genuinely caring and considerate to him.

• You practically dote on him when you're alone

• All the cuddles. You were very cuddley with Pitts but only with Pitts

• While you were open about your relationship with Pitts and practically everyone at Welton knew about it you were still putting up your mean front

• Pitts tried explaining to the boys how sweet and soft you were with him, but to no one's surprise, they didn't believe him

• The closest you got to being soft with Pitts in public was letting him hold your hand or keep his arm around your shoulders

• Although Pitts is fairly kind looking, the intimidating girlfriend standing next to him did deter some people from speaking to him

• Most of the DPS gang was still at least a little afriad of you even though you were good friends with all of them

• Pitts and you would go for walks around campus and although they looked normal, Pitts revelled in the idea that only he knew about how soft you were around him and the gentle subjects you spoke about around him on those walks

• Pitts would definitely dance with you once him and Meeks got that radio going

"What are we going to the roof for?"

"You'll see."

"Is that a radio?"

"Yes, want to dance with me?"

• Because no one else was around you two slow danced, pressed together

• Pitts would give you forehead kisses both in private and public

• In public you would basically ignore the kiss, in private you wouldn't be able to resist blushing and peppering his face with kisses

• At one point Meeks walked in on you two kissing, he's a little scarred but he'll survive. You would have thought it was more than kissing the way he went on about it

• Pitts and you lay on your bed and whisper together, talking about romance and stars

• None of the other DPS boys ever really see the soft side of you, but you were happy to only share that with Pitts

[h0neyjaehyun]

☁︎ 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲 ☁︎

Summary // Tali sees her leader overwhelmed with all the members that appeared for the new black on black comeback and seemed to almost breakdown.

Characters // Talia Flores + Lee Taeyong (mentions: Nct Members ot 18, blackpink,Miguel, her mother)

Era / Year // May 2018

Word Count //

⚠️Warning⚠️ // breakdown, stress,

Tali always admired Taeyong. She knew he made mistakes in his past and he wanted to make up for them. She related to that, she didn't know what he did, but did relate to the feeling of redemption.

Tali's past was filled with vandalism, running away from the cops etc. She always admired Taeyong for his patiences, and he is one of the people that would fit the description of a person's past does not define them, it only defines how they came to be.

Tali came back from a Blackpink practice, tired of all the rules she has to learn again, since she hasn't had a comeback in Blackpink in a year basically. She has performed but nothing more. She had to relearn some rules to follow since they all are from different companies and all need a unique rules to fit them. At the moment they are trying to decide if Tali is allowed to have interaction with NCT when she is with Blackpink, since most female groups are not allowed to interact with male idols, some even if they are in the same company.

They are leading towards a no, so it can be fair with Rin as she has yet to debut in a boy group. She thinks its ridiculous, but gets it at the same time, they won't really hear her out since she only 18 and people think she doesn't know any better. So whats the point, and the thing is she has to tell her leader, and as a position as co-leader is basically needed so she can help control the dreamies especially right now since they are all together in a big group of 19.

She feels bad knowing they are probably gonna say no to be able to interact with them and putting all the responsiblity on their leader.

She walked to his room unsure on how to tell him, the problem thats probably gonna occur. She knocked on his door and stepped back to give some room to open the door.

"Oh Tali, do you need something?" Taeyong asked wondering why she is here instead of dreamies dorm.

"I need to talk to you about something."

"Yeah sure come on in."

Tali moved on his bed and he sat next to her.

"So, we had a meeting today about rules in Blackpink since all the girls are from different companies and groups. Since Im a girl in a group of boys they are thinking not to let me interact with you guys when Im with Blackpink." Tali finished now looking at Taeyong for some type of reaction. But he didn't react he was frozen. Shocked on how just because she is in a group of boys that she is not allowed to interact with because she is around girls how does that make sense. Then he thought, isn't she a co- leader too??

"Did you tell them that your the co- leader of the group, and that you need to be there so we have help to have things under control?" Taeyong asked now worried when the group is together, since the others are still young. Yes, some are the same age as Tali but they don't have the leadership skills like Tali does when it comes down to it as in decision making and work.

Tali nodded her head yes, "They shoved it off like it was nothing, they said because I was just 18 I didn't know much." Tali stated.

Taeyong was done he was frustrated and tired from the comebacks to the trying to make the new members comfortable, then making sure he sees everything is under control, and then this happens.

He was just frustrated.

Tali knew it was coming, the breakdown. She saw it build up from the starting of this month. She didnt know how to approach him so she figured giving him information that probably he won't like would make him click into letting it all out. She didn't want him to hold it all in, and she always busy so in that moment she took advantage of to help her leader.

Taeyong started crying out of frustration, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he kept repeating apologies crumbling down in Tali's arms. "What are you sorry for you didn't do anything wrong?" Tali said softly, playing with his hair trying the comfort him. "I'm just so tired and frustrated and I was happy to have your help then you tell me this and your getting discriminated." Taeyong just kept saying all his thoughts, slowing laying down on Tali, crying in her neck.

"Yongie"

"Yes"

"Your a great leader, whether you know it or not. I couldn't ask for a better leader, your understanding and patient, have a great personality. Always supportive and bubbly. Always looking forward for a good time, caring for your chaotic members. Its fine to feel this way and please, when you feel this way its okay to come to me too, as you said im the co-leader after all." Tali said softly rubbing his back and playing with his hair noticing he going to sleep.

"Tali."

"Hm?"

"Thank you for everything you've done for me, your probably tired from all the comebacks you're so strong, one day I hope I can be as strong as you." Taeyong whispered.

Tali froze at the comment, noticing that he fell asleep. Tali thought I'm not strong no where near, I couldn't even leave her behind, I let her effect me.

Tali's phone dinged she grabbed it successfully without waking up Taeyong and it came from her brother.

Miguel:We have a problem

Tali:What kind of problem?

Miguel:She left a package for me...

Tali was stunned, she didn't want to think who it actually was, not her

Tali:No Miguel don't pull this with me

Miguel:Why the hell would I lie about this she sent me a package Talia its pictures of you and your members out eating, and I'm pretty sure you didn't post these picture.

Tali was scared, not for her life but her members. Her mother was crazy. And if she sent this to her brother she knows, she is back in town and ready to do crazy things. Only her friends and Straykids understand and its only in the middle of summer.

Tali started silently crying out of fear. She never cried about a sasaengs when they sent her pictures out with a member or playing with a dog mostly because its more bark and no bite. But her mother has bite.

Tali looked down at Taeyong who was pasted out hugging her tightly. She hug him back afriad he would go away and leave her alone then she went into deep slumber with her memories slowing fading away into peaceful sleep.

But Thanksgiving was coming, which means family, which means, her show.

[shadow-whisperer152]

Father’s Day (Chapter 3)

(Next chapter is up and running! I hope you enjoy!)

(Chapter 1) (Chapter 2)

Even to this day, Deceit was baffled at the sheer power Virgil had. Perhaps it had to do with how long he’d been alone. Perhaps it was more about how adorable the little side was. Regardless of the reason, Deceit marveled at the way Virgil changed his life. In the span of three weeks, the Dark Side had gone from being as welcoming as a cold and desolate wasteland, to feeling like an actual home. 

When he’d first been brought inside, Virgil had refused to let him go. No matter how much he patted his back, or mumbled what few comforting words he knew, Virgil would not release him from his tiny grasp. Deceit had sighed, opting for using two pairs of his arms to hold the little one while he went about his day with the other pair. At first it was awkward. He was so unused to having another presence there, much less so firmly planted on his chest, that it was difficult at first to function normally. Cleaning, already a bit of a chore, was more difficult with the little bundle in his arms. Cooking had to be done with the utmost care, to ensure the little one would not get burned or cut in the process. The smell of food, with a little coaxing, was enough to convince the new side to let go as they sat down to eat. Deceit barely ate during that time, too busy making sure that Virgil was eating well and he wasn’t choking or spilling anything, but he couldn’t find it in him to care. That night, he’d made the little one pyjamas using a fresh pillow case, since he didn’t have any little clothes at hand. The tiny side had behaved for as long as it took to get the garment on, then immediately went back to clutching Deceit’s shirt for dear life. Again the lying side couldn’t care less, laying down ever so gently in his bed as they both drifted off to sleep. 

That is more or less how their days went. Deceit got up, got a quick shower, and got dressed. Virgil would sit on the bed, waiting, and when he returned he would make grabby hands until Deceit took him up into his arms. Deceit would go about his day, keeping them both (but mostly Virgil) well fed and hydrated, and at night they would sleep curled up in the same (and only) bed. Many a time, Deceit wondered if Virgil ever noticed anything about his face. After all, he was horrendous. Surely, it must unsettle the younger side, to some degree? But Virgil remained uncaring, or at least, that’s what Deceit thought. Perhaps he was too scared to speak up, to voice his disgust. He hadn’t really said much of anything since they’d met. He began to doubt himself, thinking that, perhaps, the only reason Virgil had yet to flee, was because he was afriad of Deceit. The thought put a bitter taste in Dee’s mouth, making him a little more wary towards the smaller side. 

Soon, however, he discovered all those doubts shouldn’t have bothered him at all. Four days after bringing the new side home for the first time, Deceit woke up in the middle of the night to a quiet weeping. He turned on his night light and, upon further inspection he noticed the little boy was no longer in his arms or in bed with him, but in a corner of the room, curled into the tiniest ball he could manage. Deceit carefully got out of bed, kneeling before him. 

“Little one?” He asked, keeping his voice down. “Whatever is the matter?”

Virgil looked up, fat tears sliding down from all four of his eyes. “B-Bad…..” He whimpered, sniffling.

Deceit frowned, feeling his heart ache. “Bad dream?” He guessed, earning a tiny nod from the small side. Deceit reached forwards, and Virgil practically rammed into his chest, sobbing louder. The long legs protruding from his back curled around Deceit’s rib cage, effectively locking him in place. Deceit summoned his extra arms, wrapping them around Virgil as he carefully got back into bed.

“Care to tell me what it was about?” The lying side had inquired once his sobbing had lessened. Virgil appeared hesitant, biting his bottom lip.

“I-I’m…...I-I’m not….not…do y-you…..” He stammered, trying to get the words out. Deceit waited patiently for him to continue, not wanting to make him feel pressured or forced.

“Yes, little one?” He encouraged. 

Virgil hiccuped a little, eyes tearing up again. “A-Am I s-scary?” He mumbled, followed by another whine. 

Deceit looked at him with wide, confused eyes. “Why no, you’re not. What made you think that you are?”

Virgil hid his face in Dee’s chest, hands and legs tightening. “.....saw a-a b-book.” He said softly. “Bout…..’bout spiders.” 

Deceit mentally chastised himself. He’d been reading up on spiders to better understand Virgil’s needs, since he’d very quickly made the connection upon first laying eyes on him. He’d carelessly assumed the little side was asleep in his lap, but as it turned out, he’d been incorrect. 

“What about the book?” He asked, gently rubbing his back.

“Said…..said spiders a-are….m-mean a-and….s-scary…..a-and people r-run…...r-run away!” He began to cry again, shaking from head to toe. “I don’t w-wanna b-be l-lonely again! Don’t w-want y-you to g-go!”

Deceit stared down at the little side, shocked. He felt tears come to his own eyes as he tried his best to comfort him. “Shhh, it’s okay little one. It’s alright. I’m not going anywhere any time soon.” He told him, ever so gently running his fingers through Virgil’s hair. 

“P-Promise?” He whispered, sounding unsure. Deceit nodded, kissing the top of his crown. 

“I swear it, my spiderling. I’ll never leave you. You’ll never be alone again.”  

Since that night, Virgil began acting differently. He let Deceit go without too much fuss when he had to do things with his hands, but always remained in the same room (or right outside the door if he was in the bathroom). He would talk to him more, and always begged Deceit to read him stories in his down time. Deceit taught him everything he knew about everything, and to his surprise, he found himself wanting to learn more about things so that he could teach them to Virgil. Something about the younger side made him want to do better, to learn more, to be the best parental figure he could be. Virgil became his motivation, his purpose, his reason for being alive. He made toys and collected books from the library to share with him. He found paint and pretty lights, discarded by the Light Sides up above, and used them to decorate a bedroom just for Virgil. Every day he woke up to the little side poking his cheek, or nuzzling into his neck, or up on the wall with his spider legs. And every day he felt himself growing more and more fond of his company. Before he knew it, he was laughing, smiling, playing games, all things he never thought he would be able to do. Waking up and getting out of bed was no longer an impossible task, cooking became a fun family activity, snuggling by the fire on cold nights filled him with more warmth than the flames alone could ever provide. Truly, Virgil was the beauty to his beast, seeing him not as a monster or a freak, but as a caregiver, a friend, a-

“Papa!” Virgil tugged at Deceit’s pant leg. Deceit looked down, smiling at the little boy. Virgil held his arms up, but Deceit could tell his spider legs were holding something behind his back. 

“Yes, Virgil? What is it?” He set aside the book he’d been reading, pulling Virgil up onto his lap. 

“Look!” Virgil twisted around, grabbing a poorly wrapped parcel and handing it over.

“What’s this? A present? For me?” Deceit took it carefully. “It’s not my birthday, is it?”

Virgil shook his head. “It’s Papa’s Day!” He told him, grinning. His smile faded a little, replaced by worry. “A-And you give p-presents on Papa’s Day, right?” 

Deceit planted a kiss on his head. “Yes, you do.” He nodded. “May I open it?”

Virgil nodded, fidgeting a little. The purple spider onesy Deceit had made for him bunched up as he tugged at it, waiting for his reaction.

Deceit carefully unwrapped the present, looking down at it in shock. It was a bowler hat, or at least what was supposed to be a bowler hat. Upon closer inspection, Deceit noticed it was stuck together with messy stitches and spiderwebs, clearly Virgil’s best efforts. 

“Is it okay? D-Do you like it?” Virgil asked, wide eyes looking up at him for confirmation.

“Virgil, I….” Deceit bit back tears as he hugged it to his chest. “I love it, my little spiderling. It’s absolutely perfect.” He put the hat on his head, pulling Virgil close in a warm embrace.

Virgil’s four eyes widened, a huge smile on his face. “Love you, Papa!” He nuzzled into Deceit’s chest. 

Dee rubbed his back, feeling so warm and so happy and so in love. “I love you too, Virgil.”

Deceit received many Father’s Day gifts since then, from both Remus and Virgil, but no other was better than the very first present that had ever been given to him. Father’s Day remained his favorite day of the year, for years to come. Unfortunately, as everyone knows…..

All good things must come to an end. 

(And there you have it! Feel free to like, comment, or reblog!)

[rvpx-99]

Hello there! So I decided to write some fan fiction for the first time. This one is about “Spova” (SPRX-77 & Nova from SRMTHFG) Hope you’ll enjoy it. Part two tomorrow!

SPOVA: Ruined date (pt.1)

It’s been a shuggazoomian year since Sprx and Nova went out. That means it was time for something special, as it was their first anniversary. Nova was expecting something big that even kept her from falling asleep, while Sprx didn't even remember. The next day, as they were preparing to check the city, Nova was sending signals towards Sprx and teased him, but Sprx didn't seem to understand. However, he decided to play the game and pretended he does;

N: “So Sprx, how do you feel today?”

S: “Today I feel fantastic! Yesterday I polished my rocket interior, so I can get in a pleasantly smelled place today. Also Chiro has a new videogame that was relased just a day ago! A-a-and... they delivered me a supply of my favorite cherry soda!...”

Nova gave Sprx a suspicious look.

S: “A-a-and of course... you... hh 💧”

Nova’s look turned into smirk.

N: “Great! I’m also looking forward to today’s day! Can’t wait to see what you have prepared!”

S: “You’ll be very surprised.”

N: “Oh, really?”

S: “I’m sure you will... Go ahead, I’ll catch up with you!”

When the nova was out of sight, Sprx decided to find out what was going on and ask Gibson. It was obvious he must know.

S: “Hey Blue, what day is it today?”

Gibson needled him first, but as he was smart and ready to throw it into Red’s face, with smirk on his face Gibson told Sprx the actual date. Sprx got little annoyed.

S: “I know, brainiac. What else? It’s partly cloudy and sunny outside?”

G: “Actually, weather is partly cloudy today. And it can’t be partly cloudy and sunny at the same time-“

S: “Okay Mr. Highbrow! Why does Nova, and all of you in fact, act so funny!?”

G: “Perhaps your one year anniversary, Mr. Perfect.”

Sprx felt so embarrassed for two reasons;

Forgetting about the anniversary and because Gibson had to tell him about it. If he asked someone else at least, but not Gibson. Looking dumb in front of Gibson was lowering his ego. Now, to make things worse, Nova expected him to show out while he had no idea what to do. He would have sworn he could feel a cold sweat in his fur.

After short period he just replied “Thanks.” grumpily.

At least he knew. But there was still one big problem - what should he do?

On that day while checking the city, Sprx kept looking at her. The way she talks, the way she moves, the way she smiles. The courage she has besides how sweet she is. He loves everything about her. However, he didn’t imagine their relationship going this way. - It wasn’t that he hated it. Conversely, it was dream come true, because even if Sprx was too afriad to show his fear, Nova was his one and only treasure and he was afraid to lose her.

After all, they are not normal couple.

They are not even normal monkeys.

They are fighting machines.

They don’t know rest.

Although Sprx enjoys flying in his Fist Rocket, enemy disposal and all the adrenaline rush, he would turn back time to the good old days when they were just monkeys.

For Nova. To keep her safe.

But they have a responsibility to protect the cosmos. And he knows it. And Nova, she accepts it.

It seems Sprx worries about her more she does worry about herself. Even when it maybe doesn’t look like that sometimes.

His next fear was also about Nova. His next fear WAS Nova. When she gets mad, he feels it’s better to hide. As he was looking at her, he smiled. Nova noticed and smiled back at him. As she turned her head back forward, Sprx’ smile froze.

The other thing is... he didn’t expect their relationship to look like this. Nova is in fact very dangerous, when gets mad. He already stopped counting times when she punched him or yelled at him. Or being mean. Yet their relationship is so cuddly, soft and innocent. He perceived her as fearless and explosive. That’s why it was so exciting to tease her. But since they are together it seemed Nova became more opened and showed her soft side more. After all, what did he expect? Their relationship to be hot and sensual? He couldn’t even imagine it. Before they became a couple moments and fantasies filled his mind. He knew he desires to be close to her. To take her hand. To kiss her. But the idea of what their actual relationship would look like never occurred to him. Nova held back when it came to closeness instead of cuddling and kissing cheecks.

Sprx wasn’t really into romantic movies, plushies, cuddling and other sweet things. But as long as Nova was so happy and cheerful it filled his heart. Even when he didn’t really like it he enjoyed their time together.

But maybe since it’s been a whole year it’s time to speed it up a bit and make it more interesting.

Sprx managed to make it to the robot first so he could prepare their room - now they shared one room together. Although the only thing Sprx ever wanted was to be close to Nova all the time, yet he seems to be little uneasy since he was used to some privacy. Not gonna lie, he misses it.

When everyone returned and Sprx could be alone with Nova, he began to lead her into the room. He was very sure of himself. Nova was so happy he remembered and Sprx, he was so proud of himself. But maybe too soon.

They made it their room which looked a bit different now.

Rose flakes made a path on the floor, romantic music sounded in the background, scented candles smelled nicely around and it was darker than usual.

Nova felt little uneasy but tried her best to not show it since she didn’t wanna ruin the atmosphere. Sprx had to try so hard! She managed to make nervous smile while Sprx was explaining his plans to her;

S: “...I have a surprise for you. I’m sure you’ll love it! But let’s leave the best for last. First I picked up movie myself. It’s a horror movie this time. For change...”

N: “Ehh... why would you pick a horror movie for our date night, Sprx?”

S: “Isn’t that obvious? I know how much you love to cuddle. Do you can snuggle up to me when you’ll be scared and I’ll keep you close and protect you.”

N: “Great...”

In fact, Nova didn’t like needing Sprx’ help and protection. Her biggest fear was to be helpless and scared. She also wasn’t happy to watch a horror movie. She isn’t scared in terrain, when they battle, but she doesn’t like to see anything scary when she doesn’t need it. She isn’t afraid, but she hates jump scares so much.

Slowly she sat down on settee keeping her nervous grin. While watching she tried to look away from screen as much as possible without getting Sprx to notice her. The last thing she wanted was to scream or jump out of fear in front of him. When the movie finally ended, Sprx asked her about her opinion. Nova tried to stutter some answer but before she could even think of something, she notices Sprx getting closer to her prepared to kiss her lips.

Nova started to panic. All she could do was to yell “Noo!” and slapping Sprx.

He covered his cheek with hand, started to rub it gently without understanding of what just happened. Nova now looked scared covering her mouth with both hands.

Silence.

It felt so uncomfortable.

N: “Sprx... I’m so sorry! I-“

S: “Why... ouch... why did you do that?”

N: “I didn’t mean to... I just... I panicked you know?... Does it hurt a lot?”

S: “Panicked? Over what?”

N: “Sprx...”

S: “Sure it does. Your hands would kill a rhino.”

His eyes got stuck open widely and his body froze. As he realised what he had said, he closed his eyes, covered his face with hands, gritted his teeth and crouched, tried to prepare himself for extra punch. But it wasn’t coming. Slowly he looked at Nova. She still seemed to be little scared.

N: “Why did you do that?”

S: “Do what?”

N: “You tried to kiss me, didn’t you? On my lips? Without asking?”

S: “I did. Why would I have to ask? We are dating.”

N: “Because... we never kissed before. On lips.”

S: “Ah, seriously Nova? We are dating over a year!”

N: “So what, Sprx? It doesn’t matter how long we-“

S: “How long do you wanna keep me waiting? Forever?”

N: “Waiting for what!? Sprx! I thought I meant something more to you!”

S: “Nova...”

N: “I just... I can’t... I can’t believe it!”

S: “Nova... Nova wait!”

Nova was leaving.

S: “Nova please!”

She was gone.

S: “*Sigh*...You mean everything to me.”

“Hey Nova, are you alright?” Jinmay asked

N: “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Nova left the super robot. Everyone blinked incomprehensibly.

Sprx was devastated. But after a while, he calmed down. “She probably just needed some space.” he thought. He decided to think more about what nova really likes. He cleaned up their room and redecorated it, Now, tiny lightbulbs of purple, pink and white lights lighted up the room. He prepared a cute comfortable bunker for them, some snacks and a romantic action movie of Nova’s favourites. He was just about to make some dinner when Chiro said: “Nova has been gone for little too much long.”

S: “Don’t worry about it, Kid. She just needed some space.”

G: “Any inconvenience, Sprx?”

S: “Don’t worry about it, Gibson.”

G: “Hmm... Actually, all of us should be worried. The radar says Nova is in trouble!”

Corrected by Gibson about Nova. Again. What a shame!

C: “Monkeys, mobilise!”

To be continued...

[the--sad--hatter]

Name Changing (8)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU, X-MEN, DEADPOOL

PAIRING - BUCKY X READER (female reader, no physical descriptions)

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

DESCRIPTION -  Sequel to Name Calling

After merging with your bloodthirsty alternate personality things start getting a little dicey. You’ve got two decades worth of anger to sort through, a feral mutation to figure out how to live with, a biological father who you hate trying to teach you control and if your wedding planner suggests teal for the bridesmaids again you might just eat her liver.

Luckily you have Bucky Barnes by your side, helping you figure things out. What Bucky doesn’t know is that you have found an outlet for the uncontrollable rage, one that absolutely nobody can know about. If your friends and family knew that you were out slaughtering people in the dead of night while they slept, they might be a little annoyed. Wade Wilson is happy to keep your secret though, so long as you keep bribing him with Mexican food.

For as long as you could remember, all you had wanted was to be good. Now you’re seeing the temptation in the darkness.

Chapter Eight - Doctor Doctor, I Think I’m a Killer!

The next week was a whirlwind of activity and you barely had time to breath. The next meeting with the wedding planner went a lot more smoothly for some reason and you eventually found out that while you were away, Darcy had taken Erlo to the planning appointments.

The Bridesmaids were wearing Stark Red like you had requested, The Grooms-men were wearing blue, the church (after a hefty donation from Tony) was booked, your dress was awaiting the final alterations, the caterers were booked, the flowers were ordered, the guest-list was finalised... Or so you thought...

“Kit Kat, last chance to invite him.” Tony prompted when he cornered you in the kitchen.

“Why? Why would I invite him?” You demanded.

“He’s your father.”

“No, You’re my father. He was a sperm doner.” You snarled.

“I thought you were getting along with him better?” Tony asked.

“Just because I can work with him, doesn’t mean I want him at my wedding.” You hissed.

“Alright kid, calm down and quit hissing at me like a feral cat. You’re inviting the rest of the X-Men, you can’t not invite him.” Tony admonished you.

“Why are you pushing this? You don’t like him either.” You grouched.

“Because he is your father, even if I’m much better at it. And one day, maybe, just maybe, you’ll realise that you don’t hate him and you’ll regret that he wasn’t there.”

It took all of your self control not to snarl at Tony again.

“I don’t want him there. End of story.” You said, slamming the coffee pot down so hard it shattered.

You and Tony froze and looked at it.

“I’ll clean that up.” You whispered.

“Uh yeah, you will. And fine, invite literally everyone at Xavier’s except your biological father... that won’t be awkward. Especially since Remy RSVP’d yes...” He said, rolling his eyes.

You ignored him and started sweeping up the broken glass, trying to breathe through the anger. Not only was wedding planning was getting to you, you were waking up every night from nightmares about falling and indescribable pain.

Bucky was almost as exhausted as you but he was holding the both of you together, taking over as much of the wedding stuff as he could so you could spend the days at the school, helping Ryan adjust.

The young boy was skittish and nervous, always looking around like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop and everything to go wrong. His mutation was powerful and amazing, he had to the power of manifestation, something that lay in the realm of telekinesis. Whatever he pictured, happened. On the plane he had been picturing escaping, freedom and had inadvertently blown the plane doors off.

Two nights this week so far he’d been too scared to be left alone and you’d stayed at the school so you could be close by, which when your nightmares came was awkward.

It was Logan’s face you saw when your eyes snapped open and he looked concerned. You looked away in shame that he had seen you so vulnerable and come to wake you up.

“You good?” Logan’s gruff voice asked you.

You took a deep breath and turned round to glare at him coldly. You bit your tongue, he had just woken you up from the nightmare and you didn’t want to start a fight in the middle of the night so you nodded at him. If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all. Your eyes flicked to the clock on the bedside. 4:37am. You were supposed to be up soon anyway, you had to stick with Ryan for his first day of classes. Logan saw you check the clock and deduced what you were thinking easily.

“I’ll put coffee on.” He grunted at you and left without waiting for a response, closing the door to the spare room and leaving you in solitude.

Your jaw clenched automatically as you violently tore the spare clothes Jean had given you out of the wardrobe and pulled them on before creeping downstairs as quietly as you could.

When you got to the kitchen you stopped dead with a almost comical look of confusion on your face.

“What the bloody hell are you doing?” You asked.

Logan looked up from the pan he was currently manning, trademark cigar hanging from his mouth and the ash from it precariously close to dropping into the pan.

“Making breakfast, .” He muttered, flicking the cigar ash into the sink and looking up at you.

“You Avengers eat that sort of thing right?” He asked sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head in exasperation

Logan stayed silent, choosing to focus instead on pushing the bacon around the pan. The sounds of it sizzling were the only sounds in the kitchen as you sighed heavily and tried to think of something to say. You didn’t hate your father anymore exactly but you didn’t exactly know what to say around him either and the feeling was mutual.

You went to pour yourself a cup of coffee and paused, a cup was already poured for you. Your eyes flicked up to Logan who was watching you, a challenge on his face. You suddenly felt exhausted, what had it come to between you that a cup of damn coffee was such a big thing? Your shoulders tensed up as you clenched the mug in your fist and brought it to your lips. Logan’s eyes watched her carefully as you drank and you forced a friendly grin as you sat down.

“Thanks.” You said.

“You’re welcome.”

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“I don’t know how to act around him, I don’t know whether I hate him or I want his approval.” You admitted, throwing yourself dramatically onto the green sofa.

“It’s natural to seek approval from a father figure but understandable that you also feel anger at the father who abandoned you.” Doc Samson reasoned.

“He didn’t abandon me.” You responded.

“Logically you know that, do your emotions know that though?”

You didn’t grace him with an actual answer, just grumbled at him.

“Alright, let’s talk about something else. How have your murderous tendancies been?” He said, changing the topic to a no less pleasent one.

“I haven’t killed anyone since I chucked a dude out of a plane.” You said proudly, preening.

God, how were you proud of yourself for not killing someone in w whole week?

“And how has your mood been?” He pressed.

“Awful. I can feel the anger in me building and building, every little thing annoys me and I find myself justifying things in my mind that aren’t justifiable. Like killing the caterer would be totally fine so long as nobody knew it was me.”

“The longer you go without killing the more your morals loosen. Are you worried that if you keep shoving your darker impulses away that Vernichtung will be reborn?” He asked.

Well if that wasn’t hitting the nail on the head you didn’t know what was.

“It’s how she was born in the first place, now I’m merged with her all that darkness is my responsibility but I still have the good in me. The good seems further and further away every day.” You told him, grabbing a box of kleenex and tossing it in the air and catching it.

“Letting it out in controlled bursts, unleasing on criminals and villians... It seems like a win/win strategy so why are you resisting?” He asked you.

“Because it’s getting harder and harder to hide it. I can’t keep dissapearing, sooner or later someone’s going to figure out that the mysterious killer who accompanies Deadpool on the same nights I’m with him is me.” You said.

“Well it seems to me that all you need is a better cover story.” He suggested.

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Are you really sanctioning murder and lying to my loved ones?” You asked him.

“Nobody can tie me back to you, that’s why we meet in this empty building and not my office. So I’m free to reccomend what is best for you, not what I’m supposed to reccomend. You are not normal, it would be stupid of me to treat you like you were. I’m sanctioning you letting out your darkness on those who deserve it before you hurt your loved ones, and lying is often just another word for protecting.”

“So you think I should find a better way to hide my bloody hobbies so I can go about my killing ways without arousing suspicion?” You clarified.

“I do.”

“Ok, I’ll work on it.”

“Now, your wedding is in a few days and you’ll be in Vegas for your hen party before that. Don’t you think you should see your friend Deadpool tonight?”

“Yeah, best go on a little murder spree before I end up Deathwaving half the wedding party...” You agreed.

“Excellent, well then I shall see you again after your honeymoon.” He said, standing up.

“You sure you can’t come to the wedding?” You asked his as you left.

“I’m afriad not, I have plans with my brother this weekend.” He said with a mischevios smirk.  

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You: I need to see you tonight.

Daddypool: GREAT! Cause I have a wedding present for you...

You: If it’s another tasteful nude, I don’t want it. (Though I do think the strateically placed daffodils were a nice touch.)

Deadpool: I told you, I meant to send it to Cap not you.

You: So that’s why he was screaming. What’s the present then?

Deadpool: Not a what, a who. A very naughty boy who needs punished and it’s not me.

“Hello Kitten.” Someone whispered in your ear and in a very unherolike display of bravery you shrieked and threw your phone in the air, twisting round to glare at a smirking Loki with your hand clasped to your heart.

“Stop doing that!” You yelled at him.

He chuckled at you as you picked up your phone off the ground.

“What do you want?” You snapped at him.

“I need a favour dear kitten, I have plans this evening that I would prefer remain unknown. I need you to say you are with me if anyone asks.” He told you.

You started to question him but stopped, this was perfect. You and Loki could be each other Alibi’s.

“Alright, I’ll do it. Try not to do anything too diabolical though.” You said.

He just smirked at you and you hoped you weren’t making a mistake. You ddin’t think whatever he was doing would be too bad though... It was Loki and he was a good person deep down, he’d never betray you.

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Aight, I'm just gonna say it... Loki is a great therapist.

SO BEGINS THE WEDDING SHENNANGINS! I'd love to hear your hopes, fears and theories for what's going to go down over the course of these chapters. We've got Vegas for the hen party, that'll go well right? Will the ceremony go off without a hitch? Will there be drama amongst the fluff at the reception? Where will they Honeymoon? Just how much smut can I write?

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Failed Lessons || Modern ArthurXF!reader

So I had gotten a suggestion for an idea for a fic, and halfway through me writing it, my kid decided to try to eat my phone, deleting everything. So I said fuck it 😂 i needed to write something cute to get my mind off it. So have some fluff!!

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He doesn't notice her walk in at first. Her steps are light and she's gentle on the door as she opens and closes it behind her. That's why when she finally speaks, Arthur nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Looks like it’s just me and you tonight sir.”

“Jesus Christ! Woman you nearly gave me a heart attack!” He shouts as he clutches his chest before taking a deep breath.

He quickly closed what looked like a journal of sorts and set it down on the desk in front of him before sighing and meeting her eyes.

“Wasn’t my intention, I promise.” She says intently, taking a few steps forward and placing what looked to be a slew of art supplies on a table in the middle of the room. “I was running late so I figured you would have already started, but…..”

“Yeah…” He looked around at the two empty rows of tables, and then back to her as she stood near one a row away from him. “Suppose schedulin' this at seven pm on a Tuesday wasn’t the best idea.”

She let a string of gentle amused laughter pass her lips and Arthur couldn't help but to notice that it was a pleasing sound to his ears.

“Yeah, can’t see too many adults this day in age having the free time to take a free art class at the community center on an evening in the middle of the week.”

“Alright, now yer just rubbin' salt in my wounds.” He says through a chuckle.

She chuckles along with him until she notices that he's packing up his own supplies.

“Hey, you aren't gonna leave are you?”

“That was the plan, unless you plan on tryin’ to endure two hours of my company alone.”

She smiled at him and grabbed her things before replacing them on the table right in front of his desk.

“I didn't fight to find a parking spot amidst all those youth basketball moms just for my art teacher to run out on me due to his poor planning.” She teased as she sat in one of the two chairs at the table, patting the other one in a gesture for him to sit.

“I'm (Y/n) by the way.” She says as she opens her sketchpad and neatly arranges a few pencils next to it.

“Arthur.”

A soft smile tugs at her lips as she looks up at him. “It’s nice to meet you Arthur. I'm not gonna lie, you aren't exactly who I was expecting to be leading this class.”

“Oh yeah?” He questions as he sits down next to her and places his supplies on the table. “And who exactly was you expectin'?”

“Some wrinkly old lady dead set on teaching about the exciting art of knitting maybe.”

That pulls a laugh from Arthur’s mouth. He opens his journal to a blank page before looking over at her supplies and then her. She had started doodling on her pad so Arthur took the time to study her.

He watched her eyes dart across the page silently as she made lines and shades here and there across the paper, noting the pretty shade they turned when the bright light of the room hit them just right.

He found himself attracted to her, glad that she seemed to be the only adult in the city with the free time to take an evening art class.

“So, you gonna teach me anything or are you just gonna stare at me for two hours?” She asked playfully as she looked over at him.

Arthur could feel the blush creeping to his cheeks at being caught, hoping that it wasn’t as deep as it felt.

“My apologies, didn’t mean to be a creep.” He muttered, before picking up his own pencil and sneakily starting a profile sketch of the woman next to him.

“No apologies needed.” She responded before resuming her drawing. “So, Arthur, is this your full time job, or are you just channeling your inner Bob Ross for a night?”

He laughed at that, and she smiled at the sound of it, secretly happy she could pull such a sound from the man.

“Well technically, this is my day job, just not here. I teach, or attempt to teach, art at the middle school a few blocks from here.”

She raised her eyebrows in surprise but kept her eyes on the paper in front of her. “So you teach art to children?”

“Like I said, I attempt to. The lot of them usually just end up havin' a competition to see who can leave class covered in the most paint, or lead, or charcoal, or whatever.”

The statement itself would make anyone seem like he hated his job, but (Y/n) noticed that there was no malice in his words. In fact, there was a subtle happiness in his eyes now as he switched pencils and continued to draw.

She couldn't help it, but as she was looking at him she noticed just how handsome he was. His brown hair was a little past the middle of his ear and parted on the left side, tufts of it swaying gently as he moved with his pencil.

His eyes were the prettiest shade of blue-green she had ever seen, like the ocean on the clearest and sunniest of days. And he had the starting stubble of what was surely a nice beard growing in.

He was god damn dreamy.

“And what is it you do for a livin', miss?”

“I actually teach as well, believe it or not. Ballet.”

He looked over at her with a teasing grin. “Ballet huh? You any good?”

“Well I do teach it, so……”

“…. Right.”

They both shared a lighthearted chuckle at Arthur's failed attempt at teasing her before falling into a companionable silence. They sat next to each other with nothing but the sound of pencil, paper, and a few words here and there between them for almost three hours, and it would have been more had Arthur not glanced down at his watch and noticed the time.

“Jesus.” He muttered as he sat back in his chair and wiped his face with his hands. “I reckon we’re the only ones here at this hour.”

She looked up from her nearly finished sketch and yawned as she nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, didn’t realize time was moving so fast.”

She stood up and gave a long stretch before beginning to pack away her pencils. Arthur reached for his own belongings as well, but before he could make any progress he happened to lock eyes with her sketchpad, his own eyes thinning in confusion.

“Well shit, miss.” He muttered as he slid the pad closer to himself and gazed at the picture on the paper with a mixture of emotions.

He looked up at her in hopes of conveying his question, but when he saw that she wasn’t catching on he decided to look back down.

“This is…..well…. me, first of all, but besides that it’s really damn good.”

“You really like it? Wasn't too sure if I was gonna do you justice.”

Arthur still looked utterly lost. A silence hung between them for a few seconds before he cleared his throat and slid the object back to her.

“You do know this was a class for beginners, right?”

She couldn't help but to chuckle softly to herself as she started to gently tear the drawn on paper from the stack. She could feel Arthur watching her as she gently scribbled on a clean portion of it before pushing it over to Arthur.

“I do know this class was for beginners actually, and I’m afriad I haven’t been very truthful with you Arthur.” She giggled out as she gathered her things in her arms and turned to him. “I teach ballet at the dance company a couple blocks from here, but I also teach a few classes here from time to time. I was on my way to my car when I saw you in here looking a little lonely, figured I’d come keep you company if you wanted it.”

It took Arthur a moment to react, his eyes scanning hers for any sign of a lie, before his confusion gave way to soft laughter.

“So you dance, you draw, you lie, is there anything you don't do miss?” He asked with an amused tone.

She joined in his laughter as she slowly headed towards the door to the hallway, her hand stopping on the knob so she could look back at Arthur.

“I don't text back after twelve.” She said cheekily, nodding towards the drawing on the table before turning and leaving the room.

Arthur’s brows were knit together as he looked back down towards the little scribble now in the bottom right corner of the paper. It was her name, and what he presumed was her phone number, and all he could do was scoff as he neatly folded and tucked the paper into pocket.

************

Later that evening, at around eleven fifty-eight, (Y/n) smiled softly to herself as she lay in her bed. She stared up at her phone in her hands, the bright light illuminating the surrounding darkness.

She hadn’t been expecting the notification, but there it was, a text from an unknown number. She opened it and laughed out loud when she read it.

‘Did I make it?’

Her thumbs tapped away before hitting send. With a content smile, she locked her phone and placed it on her nightstand before settling into her bed for the night.

***********

When Arthur's phone went off at exactly twelve he felt that he opened the text a little to rapidly for his liking. Though, when he finally did read it, he was glad he had. His nerves had been racing at the idea of texting her, but when he saw her response it all melted away.

‘You sure did. Have a good night Arthur. P.S. Shitty class by the way, I didn’t even learn anything ;)’

He chuckled to himself and tossed his phone on his bed.

“What a woman.”

He stripped down to his boxers and flipped the lights off before collapsing in his bed. He knew he was going to be dogshit tired during class later that day, but he finds himself thinking it was worth it. Especially when he finally drifts to sleep and can only recall dreaming of a certain sneaky ballet teacher.

[incorrectjamesbarnes]

Ugh I’ve been listening to 1950 by King Princess and although it’s a very gay song and makes me gayer I can’t stop thinking about showing it to Bucky and dancing to it with him can you do something with that ??

I have a new favorite song?? also i hope this is what you wanted :))

The first time Bucky hears you sing is also the first time - in a long time - he feels human. something that was becoming a natural emotion when around you.

Bucky got an urge, an urge that he hadn't gotten in a long time. he usually avoided these types of things because, well, he was afriad that he'd have two left feet like Steve did.

It's no secret to the rest of the team that Bucky had a soft spot for you and ot was no secret that you were quite fond of the ex-hydra assassin.

(sidenote: Tony loves to yell random - and rather inappropriate - things when Bucky flirts with you)

So, naturally, when everyone sees Bucky's 1940s charm being used on you, they have no second thoughts. they're actually rather fond of the smirk barnes gets when speaking to you.

So when he found his way to the gym and saw you sitting alone with only earbuds in, he made a quiet entrance with blue eyes full of interest.

One day Bucky was feeling rather off, you were isolating yourself after a mission gone wrong and he was experiencing memories he would rather forget.

You hadn't known he was there until he sat down next to you, sending a kind and reassuring smile to you in return.

"What's on your mind, kid?" he'd ask with a gentle tone.

"Nothing really," you'd answer, just as soft. "How about you, Sergeant Barnes? Penny for your thoughts?"

Bucky let out a chuckle and shrugged, "Came down here to let off some steam. although," he wiggled his eyebrows at you. "I'm rather interested in what you're listenin' to there."

You roll your eyes and hold out a bud for him to pop in his ear. once it was securely in his ear, you pressed play, letting the song play.

Not leaving any room for questioning, Bucky grabbed your hand and pulled you up. your confused - and slightly startled - look got you a beaming grin in return. he placed a hand on the small of your back, the other holding your hand in his.

"Who knew Bucky Barnes could dance?" you teased quietly, smiling softly.

"Bucky Barnes" he answered with a raised chin and goofy grin. "Y/n. . ."

You raised a brow, still swaying as you take in Bucky's funny little expression. "Yeah, Buck?"

He leaned forward a bit and smiled, "You ever listen to Sinatra?" he asked quietly.

You let out a laugh at the ill timed question, turning your head to rest it against his shoulder. "Mhm. Why?"

"'Cause I think I love you the way I love a good Sinatra song." Bucky whispered.

Let's say. 1950 was now your song.

[pskills95]

My experience being in a Toxic/Emotionally Abusive Relationship

To everyone reading this or who comes across this post... I wanted to touch up on this story and share it to you all in the hopes that any male or female who is or has experienced this knows that they aren’t alone and there is always help available and someone to talk to,and you should never feel afraid to walk away from a situation that feels wrong and doesn’t make you happy. I know I felt afraid to even open up about this but this is what I went through and I am stronger than I have ever been. I was a victim of a toxic relationship that involved many forms of emotional abuse which lasted for about half a year. I don’t want to bash this person and say that he’s evil because I genuinely think he needs to work on himself, however, he did cause me a lot of emotional trauma and made me feel like I couldn’t walk away. The manner in which he protrayed his love for me involved a lot of emotional blackmailing and guilt tripping in order to control me. I know a lot of this behaviour stemmed from his intense amount of low self esteem and insecurity. I cared about this individual so much and I stuck through this because I thought I could help change his insecurities, but in the end I could not. He was always seeking for validation throughout the entirety of the relationship and asked if we were okay and if I had loved him, (questions of those sorts). He would constantly put himself down and call himself ugly and praised me instead while I had to reassure him that he was fine the way he was. This was a very obvious sign of insecurity and a red flag that I knew wasn’t right. He also was a very jealous person who got upset at any kind of attention that I got from males which could have been positive or negative, he made it seem like no one else deserved to have my attention except for him. He hated the fact that I hugged my friends who were males or gave them a harmless touch on their shoulder...there were fights that stemmed from this and ignited his insecurity about himself even more. It just seemed like I couldn’t have males as friends despite the ones I had been close to for numerous amounts of years. I felt like I was being controlled and to stay away from these men who I genuinely had good friendships with. He always made me feel bad because he would say things like “you’re the only girl i look at, I don’t even bat an eye at anyone else”. I understand that having friendships with the opposite sex can be troublesome but if you know your boundaries and limits, there is no reason why your partner can’t trust you. I came across this problem many times and it just got to the point where I stopped telling him which friends I was hanging out with. He always wanted to know where I was and what I was doing if I wasn’t by his side and it was always overwhelming and too much for me to handle. Constantly getting upset if I didnt text him back right away, or if I ignored his phone calls. He did not understand space and how to leave me alone. It was very obsessive and almost a burden for me to even want to speak to him. He would get upset if I didn’t reply back to a snapchat or if I posted things on my story without responding to him first; basically just getting angry at things that were not a big issue. If I didn’t text him goodmorning or goodnight it was always a problem and was brought up in such a passive aggressive behaviour. If there was things I told my friends that I didn’t tell him, it was always a problem, he always wanted to know everything first and would feel so offended when I did not confide in him. I didn’t understand why he put this on me to always tell him all the details about my personal life. We all have things we tell only our closest friends and not our significant other. I couldn’t be myself at all and felt so much restriction all the time. It got to the point where he went through my phone once behind my back without my knowledge and read all my messages looking for a reason to start fights with me and make matters worse when I had done nothing wrong. He did not respect my privacy at all and I couldn’t leave my phone around him anymore and had to change my passwords. I felt so violated and mistrusted due to his own insecurities. When we got into fights, they were never just fights that a normal couple has, I always had to apologize for my behaviour, even when I knew that I didn’t have to. When I knew I was wrong, I would admit to them and apologize sincerely. However, there were times when his insecurities about me made him so angry to the point where he blamed me for how he’s acting and said things like “If you didn’t do this then I wouldn’t be acting this way”, basically pushing all the blame on me instead of recognizing that his behaviour could be controlled. There was an incident that I could never forget where I was sitting in his passenger seat as he sat there yelling at me on the top of his lungs, bashing things in his car including his steering wheel and throwing things while looking me dead in the eyes with so much anger and hatred making me feel so small and belittled. At one point I feared that maybe I might get hit in the face or even worse...I never saw someone act this way to me before in my entire life and it triggered one of the worst panic attacks I’ve ever experienced, and this wasn’t the first time he did this to me. Even though he apologized for those actions and said he could never lay a finger on me, I always had that fear in the back of my mind and that situation scarred me mentally. His anger was something that I was genuinely afriad of and wanted to stay away from. I did everything I could to avoid that side of him because it was ugly. I wasn’t perfect in the relationship and I made mistakes but they were always thrown back into my face over and over again. He would never let things go or live it down. Constantly bringing up people from my past, bringing up relationships, mistakes I’ve made and making me feel terrible and bringing down my own self esteem. He would make these sarcastic jokes about things he knew would trigger a response and sometimes even start a fight which would obviously become my fault. I was getting sick and tired of hearing these comments and he never understood how much they hurt me. No one wants to hear things get thrown back at their face to make them feel like shit. He had an extremely bad habit of pointing out all the things he did for me and that if I left this relationship there wouldn’t be anyone else who would treat me the same way. He made this very clear and would always say things like “look at all the things I’ve done for you, I’ve gone to great lengths to make you happy and this is what you do”. The emotional blackmailing always happened in this manner and I always felt guilty. He used his emotions and his “love” for me as a way to manipulate me into staying and sticking around. I always felt like I was the bad person because I felt I had done nothing right and that I couldn’t make him happy no matter what I did. I was always in a constant battle with myself about leaving this relationship or staying, and I didn’t have the heart to walk away because that is exactly what he wanted from me. He would tell me time and time again that I was the reason for his happiness and that I gave him purpose to live. Again this was a red flag that I should have spotted sooner because at the end of the day, true happiness comes from within yourself and your partner should not be the sole reason for that. He had told me to my face that I made up more than 80% of his happiness and he didn’t know what the other percentage was. This was pure manipulation and selfishness because he was putting the burden on me as a person to stick around because I was the reason he smiled. I had this responsibility to stay otherwise things would go sideways, and this was emotional blackmailing at it’s finest. At the end of the day, my feelings were never accounted for or taken into consideration. He would turn down my emotions and would tell me that I wasn’t thinking with a clear mind or that this isn’t how I really feel and I should take time to think about things. When in reality, I knew exactly how I felt in that moment but it never matterd to him, because he wanted to be in control of the situations that happened. He controlled my behaviours in ways I didn’t think were possible. He always gave me lectures and treated me like I was some child who didn’t know what they were doing. The decisions I made for myself personally for some reason affected him so much and would talk down about not only what I did in my free time but also my friends. He would tell me that my friends don’t do anything for me and that they’re bad influences and that he was the only good person in my life who looks after me and means well. He never met my family and friends and had the audacity to tell me who I should be hanging out with and who I shouldn’t and why these people are bad for me. I just never understood why my life choices affected him so badly when it had nothing to do with him. It angered me that he didn’t let me be with my friends without getting lectures. He blamed my friends when we got into fights as well which didn’t make sense because they also had nothing to do with it, I am my own person and can make these choices for myself about what I want to discuss and what I don’t. Alongside him having problems with my friends, he always made it his job to remind me how much he puts me above everyone else and that he makes me his number one priority. And to be very clear, I never asked him to treat me like his number one, I never asked him to do anything for me other than treat me with respect (but again this would come back and bite me in the ass). You shouldn’t have to make your partner a priority until things get super serious and ya’ll are planning on getting married, that’s when things get down to real priorities. My priorities were different than his. I have a good social life and like to spend my time with family and friends as much as I can, or just stay at home to relax for some peace and clarity. He never wanted to make time to go see his friends because all he wanted to do was hangout with me and when I wanted to hang out with my friends it was ALWAYS a problem and this caused multiple fights in the duration of this relationship. It’s almost as if he was trying to get me to himself so that no one else could have time for me. I started to despise this about him because there were times that I picked him over my family and friends when I didn’t have to. He always made me feel guilty that I didn’t spend enough time with him. I saw him quite frequently throughout the week and sometimes that was more than enough for me but it was never enough for him. It wasn’t enough for him to see me only once or twice a week. It was always this constant neediness of him wanting to be around me and spending time. I know couples who have been together for years and don’t spend that amount of time like I was being forced to. It was this type of controlling behaviour that I was not okay with. Overtime my love and affection started to go away because of all the incidents that kept occuring to me, I felt like I had no way out and that I would be trapped in this relationship forever. I just didn’t know what to do. Everytime we fought, he used his emotions and these tactics to reassure me that everything would be okay and that we wouldn’t have these fights again...and I believed him all the time. He had this habit of gifting me items, taking me out or just showing overly amounts of affection as a means of making up for the fights that we had. Spending excessive money that I never wanted him to fully knowing what his financial situation was, he would go above and beyond to try and impress me to make me “happy”. Also a red flag because he was buying my happiness in a way with materialistc things in the hopes that I would stick around and stay in this relationship. His efforts were not genuine because like I’ve said before they were always used against me. Anytime we went out, I always offered to pay because I didn’t feel right having him pay. He would refuse to let me pay and would get upset if I even tried, I only got away with paying a few times and I had to force those payments. I didn’t feel equal in this relationship and it wasn’t fair to me at all because I knew him spending this money was going to be a reason why I shouldn’t leave because he does “nice things”. I always felt like I was not in the position to fight back and always gave into what he said and his demands and to continue to give him more chances over and over again. I knew that I shouldn’t have but I still did. It’s hard to walk away when you care, I learned this the hard way and wish I stood up for myself sooner. The emotional blackmailing got worse when threats started coming into the picture. He would make sly comments about making my life miserable if things went sour and he would make it hard for me to go about my days. He also threatened me with his own life multiple times and specifically said that if I was no longer in his life that there was no reason for him to even live anymore. He would always make threats about how he would hurt himself as a means of making me responsible for his actions. This was one of the worst ways he manipulated me with his emotions and I felt like I had no choice but to stay. Do you know what it feels like when someone threatens suicide? I was too afriad to walk away because I couldn’t imagine...”what if?”. I never ever wanted to be responsible for someone’s death, but ultimately these threats made me realize that he needs help because he relied on me as his happiness too much. He lacked so much self love and self esteem that he was seeking that from me. I couldn’t be responsible for any of it anymore. I knew he had a lot of growing up to do and that if he wasn’t capable of loving himself and being happy with himself, how could he be happy with another person. I had been nothing but honest about how I felt about the relationship and that my feelings were just not the same anymore. The person I had become wasn’t the version that I had liked and all my close friends had seen that positive person change. I wanted to work on myself and just be alone to focus on getting better and to heal. I no longer wanted to feel controlled, I no longer wanted to feel trapped, I was not happy anymore and I wanted out. I finally gave myself freedom and couldn’t have been happier. Even though my side of the story hasn’t been told to everyone until now, and although I might get backlash for coming out with this, I know what my truth is and I know what I experienced within this time. I would never lie about something as serious as this and I couldn’t imagine someone else doing the same. I just hope that with time there is betterment and healing for everyone. Abuse isn’t something that is just physical but also emotional, I didn’t go into details about everything because I could have....but these were some of the things I felt were important enough to disclose and talk about because I know I’m not the only person who has gone through these toxic behaviours. No one deserves to go through it and everyone deserves a voice to be heard and listened to. Thank you for taking the time to hear me out and to actually read this and maybe understand me better. Much love and appreciation all around, god bless❤️

[alj4890]

Kiss Prompt

Thomas x Amanda with the prompt being on their first date. Requested by anonymous.

A/N Sorry this is so long, I'm afriad the story got away from me, LOL. Hope you enjoy it though. Taken from my series And Then I Met You

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"I was reading Maxwell's book and after speaking to him, he has agreed to let us turn it into a movie." Thomas sat down next to Amanda on the couch and handed her the book. "With one demand."

She chuckled trying to imagine what her outrageous friend wanted. "And that is?"

"That his, and I quote, BFF use her powers of the pen and create a masterpiece worthy of our monarchs and the very names of Beaumont, Bridgerton, and Hunt." He settled more comfortably against the cushions and shook his head at Maxwell's turn of phrase.

Amanda smiled at Thomas as she began to tease him. "I believe the last time I agreed to write a screenplay for you, I found myself married to the director. What shall be demanded of me this time?"

His eyes darkened as he looked at her. "Hmm. I will have to think of something if we are to work in close proximity again." She winked at him before turning her attention back to the book.

"Riley and Liam's story is rather extraordinary." She said while flipping through the chapters. She stopped at one that was a favorite of hers. "I love their first date."

"First dates do tend to set the tone of the entire relationship." He began to write a few ideas in his notes.

She grinned as she thought of Liam's spaghetti dinner at Ramsford. "We never had a first date."

"I beg your pardon?" He placed his notes on an end table and focused on her. "Yes we did."

"No. We really didn't." When he disagreed again, she started to laugh. "Thomas! You invited me to stay here and work with you. We became friends and then you married me to keep me from having to be a suitor for Liam. There was no dating at all to our relationship."

His frown was fierce as he thought about it. "What about when you were my date to the awards ceremony?"

"You mean the one that Addison asked me to attend with you?" She leaned over and kissed him. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but that was not our first date."

"Yes, it was. You even kissed my cheek at one point and hugged me at the end." He argued.

"I kissed your cheek because you won an award!" She blushed when he cocked an eyebrow at her. "Fine. I kissed your cheek because I happen to find you irrestible in a tuxedo."

He pulled her over to him and held her close. "How about we rethink that night?"

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Let's think about what would have happened if I had given in to my feelings for you and asked you to be my date." He said softly, kissing her.

She smiled. "I like that idea."

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"He really asked her on a date! Can you believe it?!" Addison squealed as she and Holly walked up to the front door.

"I can't!" Holly exclaimed. She draped the garment bag over her arm so she could ring the doorbell. "From the little I gathered, they decided this while watching a movie togethet the other night."

"I'm just so happy they didn't make us wait. That would have been so irritating. Each time you think this will be the moment they kiss or express their true feelings, yet it ends in frustration. Ugh, that slow burn would have been agony! Thomas is so stubborn that he would have driven us crazy." Addison smiled when he opened the door. "We're here to help get you ready for tonight!"

He held the door for them as they came inside. "Where's Amanda?" Holly asked.

"Upstairs." He answered. They noticed the smile peeping out as he looked up toward her room. He colored some when he caught them watching him and escaped to his room to get ready.

Amanda let them in and was smiling with her excitement. They quickly got her dressed and styled her hair while helping with her makeup. They then told her she couldn't come down until they went first to see his expression. "Why does this feel more like prom than an awards ceremony?" She teased.

They hurried downstairs as Thomas came into view from the kitchen. His eyes lifted to the staircase and he stilled as Amanda walked down. He met her at the next to the last step. "You look beautiful."

His deep voiced compliment made her cheeks turn the color of her dress. She smoothed one of his lapels and told him how handsome he looked. He took her hand, pressed a kiss to it, and led her out to the limo. Holly and Addison were nearly swooning at the way they were acting.

"I knew they would be perfect together!" Addison squealed.

During the drive, Thomas held her hand while they discussed how to handle the inevitable press questions. "We could be evasive." Amanda said as he slipped his arm around her, bringing her closer to him.

"True. We could say we are simply enjoying the evening together." He gently caressed her cheek, causing her heart to beat at an unreal pace. His eyes were fastened on her lips. She nervously bit down on her bottom lip. He lifted his eyes back to hers for a moment.

"What is it?" She asked as his eyes remained on her.

"I was trying to figure out a way to kiss you that would not result in messing up your hair or makeup. Addison and Holly would never let me live it down if I allowed your first red carpet event to be marred by my desire."

"Oh?" Amanda lowered her eyes to his lips. A blush bloomed on her cheeks. "I happen to have extra pins, powder, and lipstick in my clutch."

His hand settled on the side of her neck so his thumb could move slowly along her jaw. He leaned down and brushed her lips with his. Their lips tingled with that first tentative touch. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. They moved back together to give in to a more passionate embrace when the limo stopped.

They both looked out the window at the cameras flashing as bigwigs of the industry paused every few feet to pose and answer questions. Thomas watched Amanda check her reflection. As she reapplied a little powder to her nose, he pressed a lingering kiss against her neck. She closed her eyes and felt the promise that kiss revealed for more to come.

Thomas stepped out and helped her stand. He placed his arm around her as he nodded and waved. Amanda had a smile on her face as she looked around. "Ready?" He whispered, allowing his lips to caress her ear. Her smile softened as she looked up at him. "I am."

"Good, because we are about to enter the trenches." He stopped a few feet and posed with her for pictures. She tried to walk away so the cameras could capture some of him alone when he took her hand and pulled her back. "Too late to back out of your date with me." He teased.

She laughed and shook her head. "I was only allowing them to capture this look. I have no doubt that this alone will earn you some spreads in magazines." Her warm gaze looked him up and down. "I know I wouldn't be able to resist if I was the editor."

He wrapped both his arms around her, causing flashes to happen quicker than before once photographers realized there was something more between the director and the duchess.

"If you continue to say such things, you will be earning your first kiss on your first walk on the red carpet." He said softly. She lowered her lashes as another blush popped up on her cheeks.

"Thomas." She whispered. He let out a sound she had never heard before.

"Come on. We are going to run the gauntlet and find somewhere to continue this further. He stopped with her when hailed by another reporter and actually smiled when questioned about their relationship.

"Thomas?" Ana DeLuca began. "I see that you and her grace, Lady Amanda, are quite friendly with each other. How close is your relationship?" She asked.

Thomas looked down at his lady in red and then back to Ana. "Well, there's close. And then there's close."

Ana, her reporter senses tingling, gripped the microphone tighter. "And which are the two of you?"

He continued to gaze down at Amanda. Her smile was warm as she waited to hear his answer. "Close." He led her off as Ana turned back in surprise to speak to her captive audience.

Thomas was pulled away for a moment and Amanda was left on her own near the doors. She turned back to observe well-dressed famous people arriving. "How on earth did I end up here?" She mumbled to herself.

"You wrote an amazing story."

She jumped and spun to see Thomas behind her. He placed his arm back around her waist and led her inside. He let out a low groan when he saw what time it was. "Looks like my conversation took longer than I thought. We have to find our seats."

She looked around the open, well lit lobby. "There isn't anywhere to go for a private moment."

He pointed to a set of double doors. "There is another hallway through there that leads into a storage area."

Her eyes lit with mischief. "And just how do you know that Mr. Hunt? How many ladies do you sneak off with down there? Would I have seen your initials engraved with your former lovers?"

He snorted. "Far from it, I assure you. You would actually be the first person I have taken back there. It is an excellent place to hide out from the press and pushy actors."

"That's the price of being so talented. Everyone wants to work with you." He colored at her words. She slipped both her arms around him and hugged him. "You can't tell me that after all this time you don't realize that."

"Dammit. Come on." He turned back around and started leading her toward the double doors.

"Thomas! What about being seated? The ceremony starts in ten minutes!" She had to nearly run to keep up with his quick long legged stride.

He held the door open for her and gently pushed her through. She stopped a few steps when she was in complete darkness.

Thomas slipped his arms around her waist from behind. His lips traveled up her neck to her ear. "Those eyes of yours combined with your sweetness was too much temptation. Add that explosive mixture to your body in this red dress and it was all I could do to not kiss you senseless right there in the aisle."

She turned quickly and captured his lips in their first true kiss. He tightened his arms around her after the pleasant shock of her passion for him matching the one he had for her. Their tongues tangled as the kiss continued to steal away their thoughts of where they were.

They heard the muffled music and applause of the ceremony beginning and reluctantly pulled apart. He opened the door and peeked out. A few ushers and security stood near the entrance. He straightened his bowtie and reached for her hand. They took a look at each other to make sure their activities had not caused any visual evidence to be left put on the open.

Thomas smoothed some loose strands of hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek. She smiled at him when he stole another kiss before calling an usher to take them to their seats.

When his name was called, he turned to Amanda. Her smile and warmth drew him to her like a moth to a flame. She slipped her hand into his hair while the other slid up his chest, knocking his bowtie. He pulled her into a long passionate kiss. People around them widened their eyes at seeing the director act in such a way. He never displayed that type of affection in his few previous relationships.

The camera cut between his speech and the joy on her face as she kept her eyes on him. At one point he looked directly at her and smiled. Holly and Addison were watching it all unfold on tv and their mouths were wide open.

"Oh my...Holly! They are in love!" Addison finally uttered.

Holly nodded. "He definitely is. I think I have seen him smile and be affectionate more within the last couple of minutes than all the years I have known him."

Later at the afterparty, Thomas slow danced with her. Many watched them and whispered of the change in the serious minded director. They also noticed that the foreign duchess was just as enraptured with him as he was with her.

The highlight of the night for many observing this suprising development occurred when Monica slinked her way between the couple. As the model attempted to lure him away, she soon learned, as did everyone else, just how serious the two were about each other.

Thomas glared at her and spoke firmly for her to leave while his duchess gasped in outrage and got between them. With both sarcasm and somehow proper manners, she sent the model scurrying off in shame. As Amanda attempted to calm down, her director kissed her forehead and whispered something that made a soft smile appear on her lips.

On the way home, tender somethings were exchanged in the dark of the limo. Talks of hopes and possible futures were discussed, surprising the two that such even were brought to mind. Once home, he escorted her upstairs and paused at her bedroom.

"Thank you for going out with me tonight." He whispered against her lips.

"Thank you for asking me." She whispered back.

Their lips met one last time as the hall clock striked the very late hour. His hand caused a shower of hair pins to fall as he held her closer. His other hand trailed up and down her back. She grabbed handfuls of his jacket and shirt, pulling him ever closer. Their lips and tongue danced to a familiar tune: there were deeper feelings than they had originally thought.

Thomas reluctantly released her. His fingers trailed over her soft skin one more time.

"Goodnight, Thomas." She said with a smile as she backed into her room.

"Sweet dreams, Amanda." He responded with his own smile as he turned and went next door to his own room.

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"I love how you date, Mr. Hunt." Amanda teased with a heartfelt sigh. "You make me wish that really had been what happened that night."

Thomas picked up her left hand with his and studied their wedding rings. "I wouldn't wish it."

Amanda's eyes widened. "Why?"

"It might have altered our future. And I assure you, Lady Hunt, I am very grateful for the outcome of our time together." His sincere dark eyes lifted to hers.

"Dammit. Come on." She said, fighting a smile at wondering if he caught her repeating his words as she urged him to stand.

"What is it? Where are we going?" He asked, allowing her to pull him along

"We are going to find something similar to that hallway with the hidden storage room you spoke of. You can't say something that romantic and expect me to casually take it, especially with the image of you being so handsome in your tux firmly planted in my mind. I'm afraid Thomas, that I am going to have to kiss you senseless."

[sakurafaith]

A Dream

This is a based upon a dream i had, i left quite a impact that i decided to draw it. Male Muffet aka Spider belongs to : @baepsae10 The other Human ice wolf was just something part of my dream, However Kitty Frisk Does Belong To Me. Lets Begin shall we? You are up for some serious reading.  

(Please Excuse My Typos.)

In that dream i was living in a new home, it was incredibly big, bigger than what i could imagine, long corriders, big windows, long and elegante fences and a gate outside that surrounded it, for some reason it felt small too..but perhaps because i remember spending most of the time alone in this house, but i would seriously refer it as some Mansion, but just less elegant because it did needed some rework and some rich like things to give the place a fancy antmosphere, but still.. it was home to me and i liked this new door i stepped in, a new life..

Then..there was them. I knew who they were..Spider and The Ice Wolf in a more human form, but enough to tell that he was a monster. They were strange, They looked through the windows, I thought i should be scared..but i wasent, i was really startled by it at first, two guys looking at me, strangers, i didnt know what they wanted..yet for some reason i didnt do anything to stop it either...

No matter where i went, they followed, always using the windows as their gate to see and look into my personal world, to look into me. I asked myself, ¨why am i not afriad of them?¨, i realized it was the way they looked at me.. Spider had this kind eyes, almost like a deep longing ones, as if he was seeing something he truly wanted, like a love one that he couldnt reach because the barrier of the window was too much. He often would place his hand over the window, wishing to reach me, yet it wasent in a bad or even sexual way, he wasent lusting, but rather almost wanting something so much deeper, something more sincere that could only come from me, but i didnt know what. I felt that feeling with him, it felt rather sweet, he even gave a possesive vibe..but it was one i was rather attracted to. But i wasent comfortable enough to trust them. Ice Wolf had a whole diffrent way to express himself compared to Spider, He smiled at me, a long white toothy smile, his fangs clearly visable, it felt more like a charming smile, to get my attention, because thats what he seemed to clearly want, he would something tilt his head whole his gaze looked at me, hoping he could capture mine, the times he would he would sometimes flirtly wiggle his eyebrows but in a way that would seem more attractive and less silly from what it sounds like. Despite of the way he expressed himself, i also knew he meant no harm, he didnt look like me as some predetor who wanted to eat a cat, just one who is intrested in a female i suppose, respectful but very flirty. They would always watch me, as long as there was a window, they would see everything i do, it felt almost like a child looking through someones window, not being descreet about it but most of the time you would get used to it and try to ignore it as much as possible, to try to not give them the attention you want, knowing that they would probably get worse if you give that attention. The only times they would stop watching me would be when i used the bathroom, in this case to shower, i would always look through the window myself to see if they were around but i would never see them anywhere..Ironicly, it was the only time i wished they would look at me for some reason, perhaps because i wanted them to lust for me. But they never ever did or try to.

The other times they would never look at me is when i was in my room at night, i have a window in my own room, i was also curious, it was weird to not see them looking through the window, i remember walking about my window looking over, trying to be careful to not panic...i didnt want to see them looking creepy throught the dark or experience a jump scare..but they were nowhere to be seen.. I remember i felt alot of relief, Because i realized i would be afraid of them if they looked through the widow at night, it just wasent appropiate and they knew it, so thats why they didnt do it, they didnt want me to be afraid of them for some reason. I remember asking my Mom, Toriel, i was just curious, how come she didnt notice to men looking at me? though to be clear, they always hid whenever she was around, but i couldnt help to ask sometimes. ¨Mom..can you see them?¨. ¨see who child?¨, ¨Those..monsters outside.¨. ¨Of course i can!¨. That was her only response and it shocked me. It was as if i asked her if she could see birds and she answered like it was the most natural thing and i was beyond confused, i had no clue what to do with this situacion, with THEM. I remember my mom wanted me to do the laundry, so i had to take it upstairs in the roof (the roof was flat, unlike other houses, free to go up) to hand the laundry out for the sun to dry, i didnt remember those two at all..it didnt cross my mind that i would be exposed to them, until in one of those i turned and saw them, in a rather genorous space between us, i remember thinking if i should run to the house, but i rememeber that they never ever seemed to have any ill intention towards me..so i just started at them, reconozing their presence. They looked back and started talking with eachother, But i couldnt hear anything! they talked but as if i was watching something mute, i can see their mouths clearly opening and closing as they spoke but as much as i tried, i couldnt hear them, as if they werent part of my world. I noticed that they were discussing now, their face turned into frowns with eachother and got a little handsy, as if they wanted to fight but still in a friendly matter, i was weirded out but it...but i knew that they were fighting over me, they wanted to decided who would approach me first. I remember rolling my eyes and finished my chores, by then i took the basket back inside the house but leaving the door open by accident.

I remember them outisde the door, the were peeking inside at will full detail, i noticed that Spider was the first brave one to put his hand through the opening of the door, almost like testing if anything were to happen..but nothing did, so he extended his hand, it was closed tight, i remember taking a step back, i thought he would kidnapp me for sure now that the opportunity was open for them..but instead, his hand opened, it revealed a spiderweb. I knew it before anyone told me what it was..It was a summoning seal. It was for me to summon them, so they could enter completely into my world, so i could finally talk to them and the could finally reach to me physically like they wanted to.

(the spiderweb looked diffrent in my dream but this is the best i can manage in drawing, it was so much beautiful than this miserable drawing i made.)

The spider web was so beautiful, it had a unusual shape, it was covered with waterdrops that made it look like pure cristal, it looked almost like a snowflake, perfect, with elegant curves and soft edges, the shapes were so so beautiful. Before i knew it i was walking toward him, tempted to take it, i knew he offered it for me, the moment i had it in my hand, it was very sticky in my fingers, like a spider web of course, but it felt very delicate, like paper but thinner, i knew i had to be extra careful with it..and i truly wanted to, it was way too beautiful.

Then after i took Spiders seal, soon came the Ice Wolfs.

(again, i made it up, the dream ones was way cooler but its the best i could come up with)

He extended his arm, his hand in a fist and opened it slowly, compared to Spiders, his glowed, it had a earthy like feeling, it had earth colors that made me think of the forest and the world free of human populacion, i remember reaching for it too, i stared into it, it reminded of the dream catches with such details, it had more details than Spiders, it was very masculine and rather cool vibe, before i could inspect more of it, i heard my mother coming home. ¨Im home!¨ she called, i panicked, afraid for her to see me with the seals, i was upstairs yet, i wanted to be very careful with this secret. ¨welcome home!¨ i yelled, turning away from the two monsters, hoping she would hear me and not find anything ¨suspicous¨, i turned back, wanting to tell Spider and Ice Wolf that Tori was home and they should hide, but by the time i turned to look over, they were already gone, i was excited yet in full panic, i wasent sure what to do first, hide the seals in somewhere safe, close the door and put away the basket i used for the laundry, i went immediatly to hide the seals in my room, i didnt want them to break because they felt very fragile, i remember placing them ontop of my desk as i quickly returned to put the basket away and close the door that lead to the roof, i ran back into my room, locking the door. I knew .. ever since the gave me the seals, i already decided which one i wanted, i didn give it a second thought. The selfish part of me wanted both, but i knew i could only summon one, they left their fates in me to decide who i wanted to summon, i knew who i wanted, I wanted Spider.. The beautiful seal that was a spiderweb that looked like it was a decorated with diamond like snowflakes, shiny and beautiful, blue and just simply beautiful and elegant.. i wanted him. I just smiled and wanted to do it tonight already.

The end :P

[coragyps-fr]

Winds of Change

Ismien knew that something bad was coming for a long time before it happened. The feeling of unease deep in his stomach had him distracted for weeks. Experiements failed, souls failed to return correctly, even his dreams were haunted by deep, lonely darkness. It was a long enough time, he thought, that he was ready for whatever awaited him. He was not. 

There was no sudden revelation, no shocking moment where he suddenly felt alone in the world. It started simply. Fewer travelers came to their small oasis. Before long, they were cut off from the outside world almost completely, save for Edgar when he brought deliveries from the Auction House. Even then, he seemed to have always gotten lost somewhere along the way and delivered the packages later and later. Soon he didn't come at all. Then, a quiet voice spoke to Hystephise, asking her Please, Please Tell Him I Need Him, like they had come to her so many times before. He preformed his ritual the same way he always had, a recently deascesed body (claimed with permission), clean, running water, and complete solitude. What rose from the body attacked him feircely, nearly killing him before he could even think to react. Hystephise heard the shrieks and come running, managing to fell the beast just in time. Next came the bounty hunters, searching for the source of the rumors of a powerful necromancer deep in the Lightning Desert. They had came before, of course, but they always arrived tired and lost, and were so grateful that they forgave their quest for his death, or they accepted what he did as a force of good. Not these Hunters. They called for his blood. Armed with weapons of silver and gold to repel the Spirits, the Shade, or any of the other Unknown, they came in groups. When they couldn't claim his blood, they took Thorvir's instead. Ismien hid in the deeper chambers of the caves for weeks after that, trembling at the memory of her re-death. The holy powers of the Hunters told them that she was one of the Raised. They demanded she take them to her Master. She refused, telling them she had no Master, just a Friend and a Leader. She fought valiantly, but even the best warriors would be hard pressed to win alone against three who were armed to the teeth with weapons designed to kill them. He knew, then, what had happened. Tariku had predicted that it could happen someday, but he never expected it to be so soon. But here he was, unprotected, left with his powers but with no safe way to use them, left with those who would strike him down in an instant if they were given a chance. 

The Beast who had protected them for so long was dead. 

When the others spoke of leaving in whispered tones, he didn't try to stop them. "Emon, you can't do this to Ismien. You can't do this to all of us," Hystephise's tone wasn't accusatory, but the tundra still couldn't avoid flinching at her words as if they were the worst insult that had ever been aimed at him. He looked away, avoiding the mirror's piercing gaze. Even the pangolin that hung  from his shoulders looked guilty. The time stretched between them as he was silent for what felt like hours while he found his next words. "Do you realize what you're asking of me," he said quietly and simply. She started slightly at the edge in his tone. "What if one of those damned Hunters comes back and decides that more of us need to die so that they can find Ismien?" He turned his attention back to her fully now, meeting her gaze. "How many more people have to die for him? You saw what they did to Thorvir," he almost growled at her. When she didn't even open her mouth to defend herself, he knew he had gone too far. His voice and eyes both softened. "Look, Hystephise, I'm sorry, but I don't owe him anything like you guys do. He's never preformed any magic on me to make me better, he hasn't brought me back to life-" "He's your /friend/, Emon. Isn't that enough for you?" She was growling back at him now, lips curled back in a feirce snarl. Emon had seen that look many times before, usually aimed at unruly guests in his bar. Time ticked by slowly as they sat there, and he honestly expected her to jump him at any second. By the time he found his voice again, he was trembling. "I'll stick around for a little while longer," he finaly whispered, "But if things don't get better, I'm leaving." Hystephise relaxed a little, seeing the tears that threatened to overtake him and feeling the ones trying to push past her own eyes. "Thank you," she managed to whisper back. The Guard sat together in the hollowed-out remains of Emon's bar, draining the last of the remaining supplies while Emon struggled to find ways to make what he had left taste good together. They didn't care much about the taste. Paderau left soon after Thorvir's death. After having origionally came as one of the Bounty Hunters that were searching for Ismien long ago, he was afraid that his presence would be too painful of a reminder. He left quietly and sadly, taking with him the simple altar he had built to his diety. None of them were surprised when Tariku told them he was leaving. His research was done, he told them, but they knew he was leaving because he was afriad. They didn't blame him. He was the last to leave, meaning it was down to just them, Emon, and Ismein, who still refused to come into the main cavern. The days were very quiet. "What if we all left," Hystephise asked, as if to herself. Emon, Eden, and Isendra all jumped, looking at her in bewilderment. "Wait, no, I don't mean leave him behind," she clarified, raising her hands in defence, "I mean, what if we left the cave, found somewhere new to start over? If the big old beast isn't protecting Ismien anymore, what's the point in us staying here?" They were all quiet for a few long moments, wheighing the possiblilities. Isendra finally spoke up. "I think," she started, hestitently, "That I might just have a place we could go in the Windswept Plateau." "Any plan would be better that what we have now," Eden replied, finishing her drink in one decisive gulp. The other two couldn't help but nod in agreement. "Then I'll go talk to him." Even between the five of them, they didn't have much to pack. There wasn't much they wanted to keep, to be honest. The whole tresurey of the clan was able to be split between their packs, and Ismein was too afraid of being identified if he took his medical equipment with him. Before they realized it, they were ready to leave their home for good. They were sat in Emon's bar, trying to pass the time whithout making it go by too fast. Eden, Ismein, and Isendra were playing cards on the only table that still had chairs around it. Emon himself was anxiously wiping his bar down for the last time, shining the stone of the counter as if it was the only thing that mattered to him in the world at the moment. And then there was Hystephise. She sat alone at the bar, just far enough down to avoid Emon's autonomous cleaning. She ran trembling claws across the gouges and scratches in an old, weather worn harpy mask, remembering the family she had lost so long ago. And she was about to lose them again. She was the first to excuse herself that night to go to bed, but instead of the small hollow that made her bedroom, she found herself retracing her steps into the deepest, oldest parts of the caves. The room that had always brought her so much comfort felt  so empty that night. Surrounded by the crewmates she had already said goodbye to once, the heartache was too much for her to handle. The tears that had threatened to overtake her all day finally claimed her as she curled herself on the floor in front of their graves. She wasn't sure how long  she was laying there before she felt a gentle feathered hand on her shoulder. She didn't bother to turn to look. She knew if she did, there would be nothing there. So instead, she just sat there, enjoying the feeling for what she knew was the last time. They sang together for a long time that night, just the two of them. They found her in the morning, sound asleep, clutching the harpy mask as tight as she could. There was no fanfare when they left, just a few quiet words of goodbye. They weren't sure who or what they were saying goodbye to, but it seemed like the right thing to do.

[ofnifflersandkings]

Getting to Know You

Read the first part here! http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/158759668792/unexpected-stranger

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Gaston slowly walked through the town, his arms crossed behind his back and he smiled st the villagers who greeted him a good morning.

After awhile, he managed to find himself standing at the enterance of the public gardens, it was a small space, but was filled with all sorts of lovely flowers and fauna.

Gaston walked inside, taking small glances at the plants he passed, greatly appreciating the peace and quiet the gardens offered.

Just then, as he was turning a corner. He saw someone kneeling on the ground, the embroidered fabric of their cloak pooled around them. He took one look at the swirling patterns and instantly recognized it as the one you wore around town.

Gaston’s face broke out into a grin and he went to call out to you when he heard a distressed whimper come from where you were sitting, and he moved closer to you.

Your shoulders shook violently as you sobbed, the cries muffled by the presence of your hands overlapping your mouth as you tried to silence the noise, not wanting anyone to find you in such a helpless state.

Gaston didn’t understand the way his heart seemed to drop at the sight of you, or how it appeared to cause him physical pain everytime the sound of your cries crossed his ears. He couldn’t help but feel a strong desire to hold you close and protect you from all the world’s evils.

He came to stand beside you crouching down and gently placing his hand on your shoulder.

Your entire form immediately tensed as you let out a horrified scream. “Please leave me alone! Leave me alone!” You cried desperately as you tried to hit at your attacker.

Gaston wrapped his arms around you and he tried to silence you. “Hush now, I’m not going to hurt you, I promise,” He said in a gentle voice as he attempted to soothe you. “Don’t be afriad, it’s alright.”

Your brows knitted together as you tried to remember the voice, but all the emotions and fear coursing through you was enough to make you lean your head into their chest and begin to sob.

Gaston stroked your hair and let you have a few moments to collect yourself before he gazed down at you, your hands had latched themselves tightly onto the lapels oh his coat, holding on as if your life depended on it. “Easy now, It’s Gaston.” He informed you, sighing in relief when you became less tense. “Now, tell me what’s happened.” He cooed as he carefully brushed the hair out of your eyes.

You nodded, cloudy eyes brimming with fresh tears. “I-I don’t really know, Magnus, my seeing dog, was spooked by something and ran off…” Your voice cracked painfully as you tried to contain yourself. “I…I was so surprised that I didn’t have time to tighten my grasp on his leash and I was knocked to the ground. I don’t know where I am without him, I’ve been trying to feel around for something to grab onto but,” You let out another sob as you retreated further into Gaston’s embrace. “There wasn’t anything…I’ve been lying on the ground since,” Your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to recall your memory. “I don’t even know how much time as passed.”

Gaston nodded, that explained your vice-like grip on him and the harsh grit to your voice, god knows how long you’d been out here by yourself, it was like being lost out at sea without knowing which way the land was, and his heart immediately broke for you.

“We’re going to stand up now, together, don’t worry, I’ve got you, I promise.” Gaston spoke in fragments as he steadily rose the both of you from the ground. His one arm wrapped around you while the other was holding onto your hand, letting you know he was right beside you.

“Forgive me for being so pathetic,” You said, cheeks aflamed after intense tears and embarrassment you now felt. “It’s just I was so frightened, it was like the first time all over again.”

Gaston wanted to ask what you meant, but he saw the state you were in and decided it best to get you home before he started pouring into your past. “I’m going to lead you to the center of the village, right in front of the fountain, do you think you can guide me to your home from there?”

You gave him a small nod, taking slow and steady breaths as you realized you’d look quite the mess. “Yes, I can manage that.”

“We’re going to start walking now,” He said, taking a couple of practice steps, noticing how you almost tripped on yourself as you tried to mentally graph out your surroundings. “You don’t have to worry about where you’re going from here, just let me lead the way for now.”

From there on, you simply moved your feet, Gaston still had his hands wrapped around you, but one now rested over your shoulders to allow him more mobility.

He managed to lead you out of the gardens and into the path that entered the village, glancing over at you every so often to make sure you were holding up.

Apart from a few sniffles and the sound of small stones crunching under your shoes, your journey back was spent in silence.

The instant you both entered the main gates, all eyes were locked onto you and Gaston.

But mostly, people looked at the disheveled state of your hair and how puffed your eyes had become, some of them turning to whisper among their peers.

Gaston noticed a small group not so discreetly point at you before giving looks of disapproval to one another.

However, one cold glare from Gaston was more than enough for the whole square to return to their normal activities.

He would have preferred to verbally tell them off, but wished to spare you the further embarrassment that everyone had been staring at you.

“We’re here.” Gaston whispered into your ear, his breath on your neck caused you to jump slightly before nodding.

You lead him all the way to the gates of the estate you, your father, and a few maids resided close to the edge of the village. It was tucked away enough for you to enjoy a little peace, but so far out that one had to endure isolation.

Gaston looked on through the gaps in the bars impressed at the house he saw sitting at the end of a long pathway lined by rows of thick trees on either side. It was two stories tall and had windows with blue panes all over the white walls. Flowers of various sorts bordered the entire home, giving it a more lively appearance.

He went to ask how you managed to afford such a grand place, then recalled Lefou mentioning your father was a famous musician who played in Paris, and he didn’t doubt the pay would more than cover it.

“We don’t lock the gates during the day, just push.” You said simply, noticing whenever you had stalled your movements long enough.

Gaston did as told, keeping his hold on you as you walked the path, watching closely as you ascended up the small set of stairs that were infront of your door.

You shakily raised your dominant hand and rapped on the doors a few times before a kind, elderly looking woman answered, her large brown eyes widening even further once she saw you and quickly ushered the pair of you inside.

“Where have you been? It's been hours when you left to go into the village, worried sick about you we all were!” Her thick accent and alarmed tone made it hard for Gaston to follow, but you seemed to understand every word.

“I’m so sorry, Mathilde,” You said bashfully, slowly removing your hand from Gaston’s grasp to hold it out infront of you for her to take.

Mathilde smiled and pecked the back of your hand. “Don’t worry, my dear. You’re here now and…” She looked around for a moment. “Where’s Magnus?”

Gaston took this as a prime opportunity to make his presence known. “(Y/n) was just explaining to me how she was taking a stroll in the public gardens in town when Magnus saw something that made him take off and run,” He said, keeping his hand on the upper part of your back. “I was walking by and saw the whole thing happen, but I was able to see where the dog went and thought it best to get (Y/n) somewhere she felt more comfortable before taking any further actions.”

Mathilde suddenly took notice of the tall and handsome stranger in scarlet before her, her plump cheeks flushed and she smiled at him. “Well then I’m most grateful for your quick thinking, monseuir?”

“Gaston.” He answered with a dashing smile as he kissed the old lady hand, causing her to burst in a fit of girlish giggles.

“What a charming young man you are!” Mathilde mused, and she went to wink at you her face dropped into one of concern. “My darling! What’s the matter, you look awful.”

Your eyebrows shot up and you immediately forged a convincing sneeze. “Forgive me, I’m so foreign to the french countryside air that it’s causing my allergies to act up.”

Mathilde gathered the skirts of her uniform and with a look of determination she nodded at you both. “Just you wait right here, I have some tonic in my bag upstairs.”

You held your hand out once you heard her footsteps become distant. Gaston realized you were looking for him and immediately placed his hands in yours.

“Thank you for that,” You told him, giving his hand an affectionate squeezed. “Mathilde is my oldest companion, she was my nurse and was always by my side when my eyesight began to go. She would never let me leave the house alone again if she knew what happened.”

Gaston remained silent, pleased he was getting to know you and your past a little better, then he remembered a question that had been lurking his mind all through your walk. “You weren’t always blind?”

You smiled somberly and shook your head. “No, I was born with perfect eyesight. But then when I was around nine everything started getting blurry. My father took me to a doctor and he gave me a pair of glasses that helped at first. Turns out my father knew I was going blind, but wanted me to avoid the heartbreak for as long as possible,” Your hands began to fondle the strings of your cloak as you went on. “It was fine for a while, then I would knock things over without realizing it, the colors around me grew more dull. And then…,” You took a pause, and Gaston pressed your hand, letting you know he was there.

“And then when I was around thirteen, I woke up one morning and I couldn’t see a thing.”

“I’m sorry,” He replied, the overwhelming sense of wanting to protect you only grew with the story you had shared with him, he never wished for you to experience such an event as today ever again. “Truly I am.”

You smiled thoughtfully, giving the back of his hand a small press with your free one. “Forget I even mentioned it, I don’t wish to disrupt your peace with my troubles.”

Gaston frowned, even in such a state you never wished to be a burden.

Mathilde came rushing down the hall, a packed medical case ready in hand. She took your hands and slowly sat you down on a nearby chair.

Once Gaston saw you were in capable hands, he tipped his hat at the older woman. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Madame. But if I’m to ever catch up with Magnus I must leave now.”

Mathilde gave him a puzzled expression and walked him to the front door. “You know you don’t have to bother, he’s a clever dog and when the Master gets home he will search for him.”

“Please, it’s the least I can do considering the eventful day our dear (Y/n) has had, and I’m sure she’s eager to have her companion returned to her side.”

Mathilde’s kind smile returned to her face, and her eyes glistened. “What a handsome and charming man!” She exclaimed with a laugh. “Goodluck with your search, Monsieur Gaston!” And she waved him out.

[prince-cake]

Healing and Helping - Chp 1

I decided to post the first chapter here, in case any of y’all wanna read it! The rest can be found on AO3. Summary: “Link is the Champion, savior of Hyrule, the Hero. But even heroes can get hurt, and when Link defeats Vah Ruta, he can't get up and walk away. Luckily, the Zora healers are just nearby, and so is a certain prince...Link and Sidon bonding while Link recovers from injuries: The Fanfic”

Link stood, out of breath, watching as the monster he'd been fighting for far too long erupted into smoke, finally defeated. Avoiding his attacks had taken everything Link had, and then some. The last swipe from its spear had been too close for comfort, near enough to scrape against his armor. Maybe if he'd tried to roll instead of jumping back... Link shook his head, trying to clear his mind. Now was not the time to review battle tactics. Gripping the Sheikah Slate, he trudged back to the terminal, and slotted it into place. The familiar blue glow greeted him, along with a voice. "Hello, Link." Mipha's graceful visage gave him a smile. "Because of your courage, my spirit is now free... And Ruta as well." Link gazed at his former... friend? He had no idea what Mipha was - or used to be - to him. One memory wasn't much to go off of, and the Zora armor only told him how Mipha felt. "For I am now allowed by this freedom to be with you once again." Link tried to smile back. The adrenaline was wearing off, and the various gashes and scrapes were starting to make themselves known. He was going to need an actual healer, not just his own slapdash method of applying bandages and moving on. As Mipha blessed him with her grace, he felt floating, painless bliss for a moment - and then he splashed back onto the ground, and the pain was back. Maybe Mipha's healing powers were only intended for dire wounds...? Link blinked at the Zora princess as she told him how she wanted to see him one last time. He wished he could think of something to say, but he simply didn't know the person in front of him. As much as he wanted to comfort her, or tell her he'd missed her too, Link knew it would be a lie. Mipha was a stranger. As the princess finished her farewell, Link felt Vah Ruta lurch beneath him. Caught off guard, he fell into the knee-high water. Before he had time to pick himself up, a glowing white light surrounded him, getting brighter and brigher until he had to close his eyes. The sloshing water faded away, and the ground beneath his hands became cool and smooth. "Hero!" Link opened his eyes to see the blue tones of the Zora domain, and two guards rushing toward him. "Hero, are you all right?" Attempting to stand up revealed that no, Link was not all right. One leg gave out beneath him, and Link hit the ground with a small cry of pain. Something felt very wrong with his entire left side. A glance-over revealed blood seeping into the cloth under the armor Mipha had made for him. Maybe the near-miss from the monster's spear had, in fact, not missed. He definitely needed a healer. One guard looped an arm under his shoulders and the other under his knees, lifting Link off the ground. "We'll get you to a healer, Champion." Link nodded, attempting to sign "Thank you". His arm protested immensely. His vision was starting to get fuzzy, and his head felt heavy. Link couldn't pass out now, he had to stay strong for the Zora people... Link awoke with a start, feeling a hand on his. He tried to sit up and immediately regretted it, pain shooting through him. "Link! You're awake - but you shouldn't move! You're healing." The panic calmed as Link realised the hand on his was Prince Sidon's, who was sitting on a stool to the right side of the bed. He glanced around quickly, taking in his surroundings. He was in an unfamiliar room - well, he assumed it was a room. There were curtains drawn around his bed, but he could see a ceiling above. It smelled like... Link couldn't pinpoint an exact scent, but it was something medicinal and clean. Looking down at himself, Link saw that his chest was bare except for bandages along his left side. His left leg felt oddly stiff, as well, but that was all covered by blankets. "You were injured in your fight. I'm sure you were very brave, though! Vah Ruta has been restored, all thanks to you!" Link looked back at Sidon. He was smiling, showing off all his sharp teeth. He had removed his hand from Link's, and it was now giving him a thumbs-up. Where am I? Link signed, giving Sidon as much of a smile as he could. He was still in pain, albeit much less than before. His right arm wasn't happy as being moved, but communicating was more important right now. "You're in the Zora Healer's temple! We put patients that have severe injuries in here. That way, if something happens, the healers are right there! It saves time from going to check up on patients as well." Sidon offered a hand to help Link sit up. "Your left leg has been fractured, so I'm afriad you won't be able to walk for a bit. But don't worry!" Sidon gave him a toothy grin again. "It won't take long to heal, a few days at most. You should be good to go overall in a week!" Link nodded. Healers could only do so much at a time before they were exhausted, and considering how fucked up he was after Vah Ruta, a week was understandable. Then he would move on to the Gerudo people. The final Divine Beast was out there in the desert, waiting for him. Vah Ruta would probably seem simple in comparison to a beast that controls lightning. How on earth was he going to defeat that...? Link looked up to Prince Sidon. He was still tall, even when sitting down. Why are you here? Don't you have princely duties to do? Sidon blinked, then laughed. He had a nice laugh, Link thought. "You've been asleep for a day, my friend. I've been doing my 'princely duties', as you say, but I stopped by a few times to see if you'd woken up. Looks like I got lucky this time!" The prince gently patted Link's arm. "I'm going to get a healer to give you a proper diagnosis, my friend. Don't move!" Watching as Sidon left the curtained off area, Link caught a glimse of other beds like his, but with the curtains drawn back. He was probably the only patient injured enough to stay in the temple. It felt oddly empty, now, without Sidon's large form taking up space. Link huffed to himself - Sidon had other things to do than sit with an injured Hylian. Which reminded him, he should probably check himself over properly. Whatever healer was coming didn't need to waste time listing off each individual injury. Carefully, so that he didn't move his left leg, Link lifted the blanket off. His right leg was mottled with bruises and smaller patches of gauze and bandages. Pulling his knee close to his chest, Link found it sore, but usable. His left leg, however, had a splint, and was covered with salve and bandages all the way up to just above his knee. Link didn't bother trying to move it. As much as he didn't want to sit around and do nothing, further injuring his leg would just give him more to heal. Moving on from his legs, Link had on a pair of cotton shorts, and there wasn't anything seriously hurt on his pelvis. The wound on the left side of his chest was either still bleeding, or his bandages hadn't been changed recently, as there was dark reddish brown soaking into them. Link cautiously pressed a finger to them. They were dry, meaning he had stopped bleeding, and Sidon had probably awoken him just before the healers changed all his bandages. Just as Link pulled his hand away, the curtains parted, and a small blue Zora entered, followed by Sidon. "Hello there, Champion! The prince informed me you were awake. How are you feeling?" the Zora asked. Link waved his hand in a so-so motion, frowning. He wasn't a Champion, he was just Link. "Well, the worst of this should be cleared up in a few days. I'm going to change your chest bandages, okay?" Link nodded. As the healer began peeling back the blood soaked cloth, Link looked up at Sidon. Why are you still here? Go do your princely duties. Sidon laughed again. "If you insist, Hero. I'll be back!" For a second time, the Zora prince parted the curtains and left. Link watched him go until he disappeared from sight. The next time Sidon returned, Link was alone again, looking over his map on the Sheikah Slate. He was planning the best route to Gerudo Town - or, where he thought Gerudo town might be. Link had met one traveler that gave him directions, but they were incredibly vague. He still wasn't sure how he was going to get inside the town, since boys apparently weren't allowed inside... "Hero!" Link looked up to see Sidon enter. "How are you feeling, my friend?" Link crinkled his nose. I don't like sitting and doing nothing. I should be helping people, not sitting here useless. Sidon frowned. "You cannot help if you're injured! You need to heal in order to help." I know, I know. Doesn't mean I have to like it. Link looked back down at the Sheikah Slate. The desert was so vast, how was he going to find one tiny town? "What are you doing?" Sidon asked, seating himself on a stool and leaning over to see. Link handed him the slate. The last Divine Beast is plagueing the Gerudo people, but I don't know exactly where their town is. Link sighed, leaning back on his pillows. I'm not looking forward to wandering the desert. Sidon nodded. "An understandable worry. My people have not ever gone to Gerudo territory. It's much too hot for us to survive." I'm going to have to stock up on supplies before I leave. Link signed, then took the Sheikah Slate back. If he was careful about his rationing and water consumption, he could last at least a week. That should be enough time to find Gerudo town, and once he was there, he could... Not enter, because he was a 'voe', as the Gerudo said. "You're frowning quite hard, my friend." Sidon spoke up. Boys can't enter Gerudo town. I don't know how I'm going to get in. Link crinkled his nose. Maybe he could meet with their cheif outside town...? Sidon took Link's face and turned it towards him, looking it over. Link looked back in confusion, feeling his cheeks heat up. Being stared at with such intensity was... Not uncomfortable, but not something Link was used to. Sidon gently turned his face from side to side, and then let go. "You could pass as a girl." Link stared at Sidon, waiting for him to laugh. He was joking, right? "If you covered your jawline and chest, I don't think anyone would question you." Link lifted his hands to sign something, and then dropped them. He wasn't joking. "I'm sure you'll find a solution. You are the Champion of Hyrule, after all!" Sidon smiled. Link tried not to cringe at being called the Champion. He wasn't a Champion of anything. He was just doing what he was told. It was the only thing he knew. There was nothing heroic about that. "Is something wrong?" Sidon asked. Damn. Apparently his face had betrayed his emotions. I'm not a Champion. I'm just... me. Link signed. He didn't look at Sidon as he did. "Link, look at me." Sidon waited for a moment, and when Link didn't move he again gripped his face and turned it towards him. "You singlehandedly saved my people. You are a hero." Link avoided his gaze, instead looking down at his shoulders. Sidon sighed, and let go of his face. "Alright. I'll leave you to your planning." Sidon stood and left, leaving Link feeling small and alone.