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raineydays411 · 3 years

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Ember

Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader

Warning: Child neglect, swearing, angst, death

Summary: After being kidnapped by Hydra, Y/N does some reflecting on her home life. Especially her relationship with her father

italics = past pov

Bold= thoughts

Italic bold= ghosts

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You never thought your life would end like this. Alone, trapped in a Hydra cell, full of anger and resentment for the one man who was never supposed to break your heart. Of course, up until now you had been pretty optimistic your father would realize the error of his ways and miraculously spend years making up for years of missed recitals, ignored achievements, and multiple other offenses. You always forgave him because, hey the man was a member of the Avengers, what should you expect having Tony Stark as a father?

But right now, as you lay on the cold, damp floor, writhing in pain from whatever glowey nuclear shit those assholes injected you with, you can’t help but remember the mistreatment and neglect bestowed upon you by your father.

It was, it was September Winds blow, dead leaves fall

You’ll always remember that September day. The day your entire life had changed

You were only eight when Loki tried to take over New York. You and your mom were coming home from the store when all of a sudden, people around you started to panic. Looking up, you saw a large portal in a once clear blue sky. Creatures appeared out of no where, destroying anything in their way. Your mother, terrified, took you by the hand and headed for a near by building. But, it seemed that others had that idea as well. Before you knew it, your vision was overwhelmed by the bodies of citizens trying to escape the chaos outside. After a few seconds, you found yourself in a crowed parking garage and no idea where your mother was.

You never saw her again after that.

After three days of searching, the police declared her dead and you were sent to live with your godmother, Pamela Isely.

She was good to you. She held you through nightmares, told you stories about how your mother and her met, and even taught you how to take care of plants. The only complaint you had was that she would usually leave you alone every once in a while and come back with a lot of money, and occasionally, a loud blonde woman in a clown costume would come through the window and pinch your cheeks too hard. Other than that, you got adjusted to your new life quickly.

Four months passed and your life changed again. It was a cold September day, and you had just got home from school. As you walked into the apartment, you immediately felt a tension in the air, and you saw a man at the table with your Aunty Pam, who looked extremely uneasy and pale. They stared at you until your Aunt spoke.

“Y/N...you’re going back to New York.”

Those words alone made the floor fall from underneath you. You had just settled down. You finally felt comfortable without your mother in the world and now this?? Then the man cleared his throat, causing you to snap back into reality.

“Y/n, my name is Tony Stark”

You knew that name, he was the man in the metal suit who helped save New York. You didn’t care at the moment though, you just wanted to know why you were leaving your aunt.

Ignoring Tony, you looked at your aunt and whispered,

“ Did...did I do something wrong?”

Immediately, Pams eyes filled with tears as she quickly gathered you in her arms and responded with a loud,

“Oh no, darling of course not”, She then proceeded to tell you the uncomfortable looking man at the table was in fact your father, who up till now you had never met. In fact, you never even fathomed the idea of having a father as your mom had always told you that you were a gift from some fairies she helped. You turned to the man who quietly sat at the table and looked over the man who was said to be your father.

He was definitely a handsome man. He wore a fancy looking suit and some tinted glasses even though he was inside. His hair was dark brown and messy, as if he was tugging or running his fingers through it. His skin looked to be am olive color but it was hard to tell as he looked kind of pale in the light of the small apartment you called home. You thought it was odd he hadn’t said anything other than introducing himself.

“ Is it true? Are you really my dad?” You asked in a quiet voice.

He finally spoke, “Yeah kid, I’m your dad”

To you, I did surrender

Two weeks, you didn’t call

It’s been two weeks since you were taken by Hydra. Two weeks since you were injected with that mystery substance. You didn’t die, at least you don’t think you did. But you didn’t exactly feel alive either. You were colder than usual, like your body temperature lowered. You slept longer than normal especially the first three days after you were injected. The guards had to wake you up just to get you to eat. But the most worrying symptom of all is that your eyes were the same shade of neon blue as the liquid that was injected into your body. And everytime your eyes turned blue, something weird would happen.

For example, the first time you noticed your eyes were blue, you woke up from the first long sleep.The second time, you thought you heard voices, screaming in agony and despair.This was odd because you were the only one in that cell block. As you came back to reality, you realized that you could see other ghostly figures in the once empty cells, and that you were floating three feet above your bed.

Within the two weeks you were in that cell, you learned that that day you were injected, your heart did stop for an hour until you miraculously sprung back to life with a loud gasp, scaring the absolute shit out of the Hydra guards that were tasked with disposing your body. That would go through physical changes as well. Your once brown skin would change to a pale ghostly blue. And your black kinky hair would change to a shocking neon blue to match the color of your eyes.

For two weeks, you learned the ins and outs of your newfound powers. Two weeks of being pushed to your absolute limits by power hungry scientists. Two weeks of learning the names of the dead around you in those cells.

It took two weeks, to realize that your father truly didn’t care about you.

And looking back on it, you should’ve known

Your life, goes on without me My life, a losing game

It had been a year since you had moved into the Avengers Tower with your father. It had taken you a while to warm up to the team and for the team to get used to having a child around. But once you all got to know each other, it was like having multiple aunts and uncles. Especially because you were around them more than your own father.

Unfortunately, once you had settled in and gotten to know everyone, Tony had locked himself away in his lab. Tinkering on a new project for weeks on end, ignoring his responsibilities as a new father.

Now, this didn’t really affect you till you started school. Tony had forgotten to pick you up multiple times, causing you to wait for hours on end till either Steve or Pepper realized that you hadn’t come home and rushed to the school , only to see you waiting on the front steps talking the ear off of the unlucky teacher who had to stay behind to wait with you.

Of course word got around that Y/N Stark was being forgotten at school everyday, thus prompting the kids at school to taunt you everyday after school.

“Where's your daddy Y/N??”

“I bet he leaves you here so you can get kidnapped so he doesn’t have to look at you”

“Your own dad doesn’t even love you”

Once you got to middle school, you joined as many after school clubs to hide the fact that there was no one to pick you up. And a small part hoped that it would be enough to gain your fathers attention. But it didn’t happen.

“Daddy! I made the volleyball team!”

“hmm, oh that's great kid, can you pass me that wrench”

“Dad! I’m in the robotics club”

“Y/N I’m really busy right now”

“ Hey dad...can you help me with--”

“Not now, go ask Pepper”

No matter what you did, you could never get his attention long enough. Nothing you did was good enough. You never got so much as a “welcome home” or a “ have a good day at school kiddo”. And you were fine with that. You were, because you knew that even though he didn’t show it, Tony Stark really did love you.

But you should, you should not doubt me You will remember my name.

After learning the extent of your powers, which included; flying,the ability to talk and see the dead, energy blasts, floating through walls, and the ability to shut off your powers at will. You decided it was time for you to make plans to escape.

You’d like to think that you were really good at pretending.

You did it on a daily basis, really. You pretended to be happy, not to notice Tony’s neglect, like you didn’t see the pity glances the rest of the team gave you. So convincing your captors that they finally broke you down wasn’t really a challenge.

“....fine..i’ll help you” You said in a tired weak voice.

The two guards were startled at first, not expecting you to speak so suddenly

“You..what?” The younger of the two asked in a suspicious tone.

“I said I want to help you” you repeated a little louder.

The first guard looked to the second, obviously confused at your sudden change of heart. They had a silent conversation with their eyes, as if debating on whether this was a trick or not. Finally, the older of the two turned to you and said,

“This better not be a trick, Stark.”

And with that, he started to unlock the door to your cell.

“Okay, now I can either fight them now and make a break for it, or I can wait till i get to the--”

Your thoughts were cut off by a loud wailing, piecing your ears and automatically giving you a headache. Wincing in pain you look around the empty cell blocks and try to locate the spirit that’s making all that noise. When you see it, your heart breaks. It’s a young boy, around your age. The first thing you notice about him is that he had white hair, kinda Danny Phantom. As you continued to stare at the boy, his head suddenly turned and you both made eye contact, the movement startling you enough to make you jerk in the hold of the guards

“ HEY, eyes forward!” shouted the older guard. “There's no way out, if that's what you're looking for’ He said in a smug tone.

“I said I wanted to join you, why would I want to escape?” You reply, irritation dripping from your words.

“Just don’t pull any tricks kid.”

God does he have any other lines, you think to yourself mentally rolling your eyes. Sounds familiar.

Oh Ember, you will remember

Oh Ember, one thing remains

“Y/N I’m busy, go as--” “I know, go ask Pepper”

“Oh kid, I’m sorry I forgot” “ yeah, I know”

“You’re on the volleyball team” “ yes dad. For four years now”

“Y/N! I’m gonna be in the lab with Peter so try not to bother us.”

“Y/N me and Peter--”

“Good job, Peter”

“Hey Peter--”

God were you tired of that name. You never ever felt the feeling of envy and anger as much as you did when Peter came into your life.

In fact, you were still healing from almost losing your family you found in the Avengers. Your dad didn’t want you around the “traitors” as he privately called them, so you were secluded. Watching them from afar and yearning for the comfort of hearing Steves pre-war stories, helping Clint pull off the most ridiculous pranks, helping Wanda teach Vision how to cook, and most of all you missed talking to Natasha. She reminded you of your aunt Pam, mainly because they both had red hair. You hoped that your father would understand this loss and step up now that you really needed a connection, but no. He decided that Peter Parker deserved all his attention. So you stopped trying as hard.

Oh Ember, So warm and tender You will remember my name

You walk into a room with a singular table and no windows. Sat at the table was a bald man writing in a notebook. The two guards lead you to the table and make you sit opposite of the bald man. He looks up at you and smiles.

“So, Ms. Stark has finally decided to comply?” He asks in a smug tone. You roll your eyes and answer back in a sarcastic tone,

“Yeah yeah, just cut the crap and tell me what you want me to do.”

The bald man just smiles and looks at you, as if trying to read your mind to figure out your motives.

“Well”, he says, leaning back into his chair. “Lets get down to business.” He then proceeds to talk about the process of join his team and what you will be doing. But you don’t hear a word of it. Because you were going to escape this hell hole one way or another.

“Well then, lets get you changed.” said the bald man. “Yeager, Jennings, take our guest to to her new room.

“Huh so they do have names.” You think, as they pull you out of the chair and into the hallway. Walking back into the cell block, you make eye contact with that white haired boy again. He’s quiet as he watches you walk back to your room, then he disappears.

You finally get back to your cell and notice a pair of black spandex, black halter top, grey boots and some black gloves on the floor. Changing into them, you take your hair into a pineapple with a hair tie they had given you. Looking into the piece of metal you used as a mirror, you changed into your ghost form. Suddenly, you hear a male voice behind you.

“Don’t let them know you can do that.”

You startle and turn around, only to see none other than the white haired boy. He looked equally as startled as he realized you can see and hear him.

“Why not?” you asked, changing back to your normal self.

“Because, they won’t ever let you leave.You’re already the first one to survive the injection. If they realize you can go ghost, they’ll do everything in their power to control you.”

Your mind flashed to Bucky. How Steve told you that they kept him. Brainwashing him over and over till he just became a weapon. You were not going to let them do that to you. You looked back at the boy.

“Can you help me get out of here?” you asked hopefully. The boy looked at you and said,

“Well I’ve got nothing else to do.” You let go a sigh of relief. You were about to say something when you heard Yeager and Jennings walking down the hallway.

“They’re coming” You whisper, “ what do I do?”

“This base is small. All the people here are the only ones who know about it. They’re all going to be in the training room you’re being taken to. Wait till you get there, phase into the floor to the basement and blow up the heater. That should cause the whole building to cave in”

You again don’t get to respond, as the two men finally get to your cell and unlock it. You walk out of the cell, head held high and allow them to lead you to the training room. Despite the look of confidence, you were dreading the next few moments.

“So how come I’m the only one here?” you ask, even though you know the answer. The older guard looks at you and says

“You’re the only one who survived.” You fake a look of shock and look forward as if the news made you uneasy. And it did. It made you mad that these people didn’t care that they were murdering innocent people. They couldn’t hear the cries and the wails of agony these poor trapped souls emitted. In a way, it was ironic. Back at the tower, you were the poor soul nobody could see. And now you were surrounded by them.

Your heart, your heart is rendered Your loss, now bear the shame

This was the last straw. There was only so much you an take before you broke and this was it.

Tony didn’t intend for you to hear it, but god did it hurt all the same. One phrase shattered your whole world.

“You know Spiderling, your kinda like the kid I always wanted to have.”

An tense silence filled the common room. The first time in months you were able to see th eteam and they had to bear witness to this. Of course they did, who else would give you that stare full of sorrow and pity. You barely even noticed though. You were too busy looking at the “heartwarming scene.”

“that's such bullshit” Oh, how you wish you had a camera if only to capture the look of pure “oh shit” painted on Steve's face.

“What..what was that kid?” Asks your father. You turn to him, a fury in your eyes that nobody has ever seen.

“THAT IS ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT.” You scream. “ FOR EIGHT YEARS I HAVE TRIED SO HARD FOR YOU TO LOVE ME. EIGHT YEARS I JOINED CLUBS, GOT THE HIGHEST GRADED IN CLASS AND FOR WHAT?”

Tony and Peter look at you in shock “Y/n..wha..what are you talking about?” Peter asks in a baffled voice.

“Oh eat shit Peter! You know exactly what I’m talking about! Do you not find it weird, that your new mentor spends every single second of free time he has on you and not with his daughter?? Or are you so needy for some sort of parental validation that you don’t even care??”

Deep down you know it’s not Peters fault. Hell, you two probably could have been good friends if your dad wasn’t such a tool.

“Hey kid, I don’t know what's gotten into you, but that was way over the line.” Said Tony in a stern voice. Your eyes harden.

“Oh, did I hurt your poor little spiders feelings?? I didn’t even know you cared about other peoples feelings Tony? Or is it just your daughters that you ignore ?”

“What are you talking about? I don’t ignore you, stop being so over dramatic.”

OVERDRAMATIC?? DO YOU REALIZE THE ONLY THING YOU KNOW ABOUT ME IS MY NAME??” You are now sobbing. “ Do you even know my favorite color? How old I am?”

Tony looks at you, eyes wide.”Y/N...” You cut him off

“Just forget it. I understand now. I will never be important to you. Not like Peter apparently is. I just wish it didn't take me eight years to figure that out.” And with that, you run out of the room, tears running down your cheeks and ignoring the calls of your father, the team, and Peter.

You run for a few blocks and cry in an alleyway. not the smartest idea but you were too upset to care. And as you cry, you don’t notice the dark shadow behind you before its too late and the world goes dark.

Like dead trees, in cold december Nothing but ashes remain

The hydra base was now engulfed with flames. Your body was tired from phasing through the walls, and your head hurts from those energy blasts. But one thing brings some happiness in your heart as you watch all the souls that were trapped there realize they are free. All but one, the white haired kid. He walks up to you.

“So you did it.” He says with a smile. You smile back.

“Yeah I did. Thanks to you.”

“Blue suits you.” he says with a blush. You squint at him for a second and let out a chuckle.

“Thanks” ,You’re both silent for a few seconds, watching the souls leave. You speak up again.

“Why aren’t you leaving like them” You question him.

“I don’t know, I guess my time here isn’t up.” he says looking out at the horizon. You nod and look at around trying to figure out where you are.

“So, what are you going to do next” he asks. Your body stiffens as you are filled with resentment.

“I’m going to visit my father.” You say, eyes glowing a neon blue.

You will remember my name.

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A/N: HI!so this is my first ever fanfic! i hope anyone who reads this enjoys it!! Let me know what you think and what i can improve on!💕

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bumbleklee · 3 years

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Hihi! I hope you dont mind this request :3 Could you do a headcannon or oneshot with zhongli, xiao, ganyu, hu tao, and a reader? I have this headcannon they’d be a family in a modern au and it’s ndjddjsjjejsehhwje Or Zhongli ‘creates’ (?) a new adepti and xiao and ganyu help raise them like a little sibling fnfnsdjjdjssj The reader would be the youngest sibling :) Hu Tao as the second youngest Xiao as the middle child Ganyu as the oldest And Zhongli as their dad <3

this is so cute im gonna cry (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) i went with a modern au bc my brain is short circuiting tonight lol. also there's chili near the end because brainrot (was listening to the song “the best day” by tswift while reading these so yktv)

it’s very sfw, just cut for length

your mother passed away shortly after you were born, leaving you and your three siblings in the care of your father

zhongli was devastated, of course, but knew he needed to be strong for everyone

fortunately, zhongli had a well-paying job so your family never struggled

when you were a freshman in high school, ganyu was already in college so you took over her bedroom that you shared with hu tao

without ganyu around to rope you guys in, life at home was total chaos

hu tao loved to play pranks on you and xiao like putting flour in your blow dryer or turning off the internet connection when xiao was fighting a boss in his favorite video game

xiao, like most teenage boys, often retaliated and it was you who had to pull them apart from killing each other

despite the constant sibling bickering and arguing, the three of you had an unexplainable bond and zhongli’s heart melted when he came home from a rough day at work to find the three of you curled up on the couch watching a movie together

zhongli is the best dad in the entire world

he was a “cool” dad, too

he let your house be the party-house as long as everyone gave him their car keys and slept over

he actually liked looking out his bedroom window to seeing you and your friends having the time of your lives in the pool (his motto: you all deserved to have a fun childhood)

he was very comforting too and his speciality was being able to fit all four kids (teenagers) in his arms at once

if zhongli realized you were upset, he would take you out to spend the day with him, window shopping or eating at your favorite restaurant and ending the day with a snuggle in front of the tv (no matter how old you were)

one time, you and hu tao woke up to an eighteen year-old xiao wrapped up in a blanket next to zhongli on the couch

zhongli has special nicknames for all of you (ganyu is ganny, xiao is kiddo and will always be kiddo, hu tao is princess, and you’re bug)

you’re closest to hu tao

she’s two years older than you and is the only one of your siblings who doesn’t treat you like a baby all the time

she’s definitely the rebellious kid and you know all of her hiding spots for things (you would never snitch on her though)

xiao and ganyu are very protective of you

ganyu just wants you to make smart decisions while xiao threatens anyone who comes near you with a romantic interest

it was annoying at first to have such an overprotective older brother but when your very first relationship ended horribly, you were glad xiao was there to kick their ass and bring you ice cream

when ganyu comes home from college, it’s like a celebration

you and hu tao will run at her and nearly tackle her to the ground in excitement

xiao stands around usually but is always happy she’s home too

birthdays are a big deal in your home

zhongli likes to surprise everyone with “blank days until your birthday” gifts as an excuse to spoil you kids

he lets you do whatever you want on your birthday too

if you want to go a fancy restaurant, sure. if you want to have a huge birthday party at the house, go for it. if you want to stay in your room all day, alright. his mindset is that it’s one day a year that about you and only you

zhongli is so supportive of you guys

if you’re questioning your gender or sexuality, he’ll listen to you

he’s very progressive and all he wants is for you kids to be happy

when zhongli starts dating a man named childe when you’re sixteen, everyone reacts differently

ganyu is excited, happy her dad finally met someone new after so many years of being alone

xiao is indifferent. at first he’s upset, thinking zhongli is going to forget about their mom, but once he reassures him he’s not, xiao comes around

like ganyu, you’re happy for zhongli. you like childe and you know he makes your dad happy so you’re happy

hu tao, on the other hand, is very against it

anytime zhongli tried to date someone new when she was younger, she had thrown a tantrum and cried for her mom

zhongli, not wanting to make his daughter upset, usually broke off the relationship

but now she was eighteen and she couldn’t really throw a tantrum

so when zhongli told everyone he was dating childe and hu tao ran off to the basement, the three of you followed her

you found out that had similar thoughts to xiao and thought zhongli was dating someone new to replace your mother

it took a lot of coaxing and tears but finally, hu tao came to terms with the situation

surprisingly, she had the best relationship with childe after a while

when you’re graduating high school, zhongli realizes all his babies grew up

(he suffers from empty nest syndrome)

“So, what do you think?” You grinned, watching your siblings and father admire your new dorm room. Ganyu and Hu tao exchanged looks before Ganyu nodded her head proudly.

“Looks great,” She smiled, “It kind of looks like your bedroom at home.”

“I thought it would look like a hurricane,” Xiao smirked, earning a playful hit on the upside of his head by his older sister. You heard her mutter an insult under her breath.

“I think it's quite lovely, Bug,” Zhongli says softly. His hands are twisted behind his back and he won’t make eye contact with you.

You run your hand under the waterfall lights on the wall, hundreds of photos of your family and friends clipped to the strings. Looking around, you realized you dorm was decorated like your bedroom. You had brought the same comforter and pillows from home and even set up your desk exactly the same. Maybe you weren’t so ready to let go of your childhood, either.

Zhongli was about to open his mouth when your roommate and their parents walked into the dorm. There was a short exchange of greetings before your siblings filed into the hallway. You knew this was goodbye.

“You can call me anytime. You know that, right?” Zhongli started, toying with your lampshade. “And if you ever feel homesick and need to-”

“I’ll be okay, dad,” You smiled softly. You embraced your father tightly and he did the same to you. After what felt like hours, but was probably not even a minute, Zhongli pulled away. He gazed you adoringly before kissing your forehead and leaving the dorm.

Ganyu, who had taken a day off from work to be there, held out of her hand to her father. “Weird, isn’t it?” She asked comfortingly.

“They’re all grown-up,” He mumbled, “All of my babies are grown up.”

“Oh, dad,” Hu Tao said. She threw herself at Zhongli, catching him off guard. “We’ll always be your babies.”

Zhongli mustered a smile on her lips. He ruffled Hu Tao’s hair. “Yeah,” He agreed, “Let’s go eat.”

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secretlittlerandezvous · 3 years

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A Day With The Benns - Jamie Benn

Summary: A look into the Benns household and a day spent with the family.

To the angel who requested this: From the bottom of my heart THANK YOU. I don't know who you are but I love you - for this request and for the beautiful words that came with it. It keeps making me feel like my heart will burst from happiness. I also thank you for giving me a reason to write about how I see my future life and what I hope for (this is basically me writing about my dream life) 💘🕊💫

Note: D/n means “daughter’s name”. The bedtime story is an excerpt from the book “Goodnight, hockey fans” by Andrew Larsen.

Words: 2487

“The truest, best love had nothing to do with luck. Luck was faithless, and worth little. True love wasn’t fancy, and it wasn’t magical, but simply true in every sense: honest, loyal and sure.” — Sonja Yoerg

It was that kind of a morning when you wake up and you know summer finally arrived. The sun was nicely warm and comforting unlike the stinging and cold winter sun, the birds were chirping in the trees from early in the morning and the air was fresh and warm. Y/n was woken up by the streaks of sunlight creeping into the bedroom through the window. She opened her eyes for a second and then closed them again and enjoyed the peace she felt which was quite unusual in the past few weeks. She didn’t hear a baby crying or the older kids running around the house wildly, she wasn’t woken up by them jumping on the bed to wake her up or by her husband leaving early for work. She loved her life and the chaos of it but it felt so nice to have a calm morning for once. After she fully enjoyed the silence, she opened her eyes, stretched her arms, and with a smile already present on her face she turned around to see her husband. Jamie had his back to her, but she certainly enjoyed the view at her husband’s muscular back and arms and she even blushed at the sight of him. But what warmed her heart, what couldn’t be beaten by his tattoos or muscles was the way he talked to their four months old baby girl. He had his arm protectively around her and Y/n found the contrast of his strong tattooed arm and her tiny little hand and fingers covered in a pink onesie absolutely adorable. He tickled her on her belly, and she smiled at him or watched him with her bright eyes with pure love. Y/n and the kids wished he could spend a little more time with them but they all understood why he couldn’t and whenever he was home he made the most of it and he dedicated his time to help his wife and to entertain the kids.

“Good morning my loves,” Y/n said happily as she looked over Jamie’s shoulder, kissed his cheek, and then smiled at their daughter who got even more excited when she noticed her.

“See? I told you mommy will wake up soon to give you a breakfast,” Jamie said to the little one. “Unfortunately, that’s the only thing I can’t do honey.” He said to Y/n and kissed her back.

“Not sure if anyone would want you to breastfeed babe,” she joked and took their daughter into her arms to feed her. “Are the kiddos awake?”

“Don’t think so,” Jamie mumbled. “I’ll go wake them up in a bit.” But first, he wanted to enjoy his wife’s company.

She was beautiful. He found her so beautiful. And he adored everything about her. Her kindness, the way she always loved him even though he could get a little grumpy sometimes. The way she handled everything with such ease. How smart she was. How supportive and understanding she was of him and his career. How she raised the kids, took care of them and their household on her own when he was away, and never used that against him. How good she was at her own job. How she created such a loving atmosphere in their family. Everything.

Jamie soon left to wake up the two older boys who even despite the complaints got out of the bed pretty quick and happily ran downstairs to help their dad in the kitchen. Y/n stayed behind a little to take care of D/n and to put herself together before she headed to the kitchen to join the rest of the pack. She heard laughter and giggles coming from there and she stopped and listened to the conversation they were having, she smiled to herself and enjoyed everything that was said.

Y/n often felt that she didn’t have enough time to pause and enjoy the present moment, but she was slowly learning to do so. The kids were growing up way too fast for her liking, life kept moving forward without a chance of it ever slowing down and she got sad at times when she realized how fast the kids will turn into adults. Y/n wanted to stay stuck in time, stay this old for a little longer and have the kids stay little longer, and have more time to process it all. But mostly she wanted a little more time off for Jamie who even though never said it out loud regretted not being there for them all the time. But they knew he loved them more than anything or anyone else in the world and that was enough.

“Can we go skating with you dad?” Their oldest son asked with hope, but he knew what answer was coming. He asked the same question, every morning when Jamie was home and about to go to practice. Each time the answer was no but he never gave up. The positive attitude towards everything and how he was never losing hope was Jamie’s favorite trait of their oldest son. It reminded him of Y/n.

“You know you can’t come with me buddy,” Jamie said with a sad voice. He hated saying no to him and he even wished he could bring the boys with him, but it was never convenient. “But I can ask the boys and we can go skating together on the weekend. What do you think?”

“I think we should hurry up,” Y/n joined the conversation, but no one heard her because the boys started screaming in excitement. She then sat down at the table and enjoyed the pancakes Jamie and the boys made for her and she helped their younger son with eating because he preferred to play with it rather than eating it. “Did you guys tell daddy where you’re going today?”

“No,” the older boy said. “We’re going to the zoo with the kindergarten.”

“And you wanted to miss the zoo to go skating? The zoo’s more fun for sure.” Jamie answered.

After the tasty breakfast, everyone headed to the bathroom to get ready for kindergarten and the day. Jamie helped them brush their teeth and hair, he even let them use a tiny little amount of his deodorant because both boys adored their dad and wanted to be just like him. It wasn’t rare for the boys to draw on their hands and pretend the drawings were real tattoos or them putting on Jamie’s hockey gear and playing hockey around the house. Y/n in the meantime prepared their outfits, soothed the crying baby, and managed to get dressed up without being disturbed.

“I’ll drop the kids at the kindergarten,” Jamie whispered as he wrapped his hands around Y/n’s waist from behind and hugged her tightly. “And I’ll try to get back home sooner than usual, and we can then do something fun.”

“Aren’t you amazing?” Y/n said happily, turning around to face Jamie, wrapping her hands around his neck, and kissing him before he got to answer. She expected a cocky answer from him, and she wanted to avoid it.

A few minutes later the whole family was outside their house, all of them about to head in different directions to different places. The boys were going to the kindergarten, Jamie to the arena and Y/n and D/n were going for a regular check-up at the doctor. “I love you boys,” said with a proud face and kissed all three boys goodbye.

“And we love you girls,” Jamie said, kissed Y/N and their daughter and the boys repeated after him before they all jumped into the car.

Later that day after Y/n returned home from the doctors and the grocery store, she cooked lunch for herself and then picked up the boys from the kindergarten. They then went for a walk around the neighborhood to put D/n to sleep in her stroller and the boys being the amazing brothers argued about who was gonna push the stroller. Y/n felt joy in her heart she couldn’t describe. She was simply proud of how loving the boys were.

When Jamie returned home, 2 hours earlier than usual, he expected to find his pack in the living room and he secretly hoped they would greet him, but the house was empty. He went to the living room and that’s when he finally found Y/n and the kids. They were in the garden enjoying the warm weather and the sunshine, eating some fruit, and playing with way too many things but they seemed to be enjoying. Jamie watched them from behind the glass door and adored Y/n once again. She was smiling widely, she glowed and looked even prettier than usual at that moment. She was showing D/n some flowers they probably picked in their garden and D/n was from what Jamie saw laughing at it. The boys were sitting on the blankets around the girls, their younger son was drawing something (and judging from the dozens of papers lying around it wasn’t his first artwork that day) and the older son was playing the puzzles while telling Y/n some exciting story. She listened carefully to every word and looked at the kids with so much love and adoration that Jamie wondered how he could get so lucky.

“Dad!” The younger boy screamed when Jamie came to the garden and both boys happily ran towards him to hug him.

“When you said you were gonna come home earlier I didn’t expect it would be this early,” Y/n said to Jamie as he sat down next to her. “But I’m not complaining. I missed you.”

“Missed you too love,” Jamie whispered as he leaned closer to kiss her and he then picked up D/n and took her in his arms to cuddle with her. Jamie was such a great dad and Y/n always knew he would be even though Jamie used to call himself a boy dad and say that he wouldn’t know what to do with a girl. But the moment they found out their next baby was going to be a girl he changed his mind completely and couldn’t wait to have a daughter. And from the second she was born she had him wrapped around her finger. “If you want you can go take a nap, I’ll stay there with the kids. I know you didn’t get much sleep.” Jamie offered.

At the first moment, she wanted to accept the offer and go to bed but when she looked around, she changed her mind. The sky was still blue, the sun was still shining, and the kids were having way too much fun and there was no way she was gonna miss this moment with her whole family. “I think I’ll stay right here.” She said with a smile.

The family stayed in the garden until the sun disappeared from the sky and just when the air got significantly colder, they all realized it was time to head home and have dinner. Neither one of them wanted to move because they were having so much fun but all of them were hungry and tired after a long day. The boys happily helped Y/n with dinner and although it took a little longer and the kitchen was a little messier than if Y/n did it on her own she enjoyed it as any other activity with her loves. Dinner was a favorite time of the day in the Benn family because it was usually the time when they all gathered and spent time together. For Y/n it was a time where she finally had everyone home and that was when she felt best even if it meant Jamie would leave for a game later. Jamie loved it because he was finally home with the ones most important to him and nothing could ever compare to the warmth of being home with his family. The kids loved dinner just as any other time they would get to eat but even they knew it meant they would most likely be all together.

“Dad? Can you read to us tonight?” One of the boys asked Jamie after the dinner.

“Of course!” Jamie answered with excitement. “Go brush your teeth and I’ll be there in a second okay?”

The boys listened and ran upstairs to their bathroom to brush their teeth and put on their pajamas and quickly jumped to bed and waited for Jamie. Jamie soon left Y/n alone in the living room so she could feed the baby in peace and went to the boys’ room.

“Alright, boys, ready?” Jamie asked the boys as he sat down with the book the boys picked. It was their favorite book about hockey that Jamie got them when they were younger and both Jamie and Y/n lost track of the number of times they read it to them. “A young boy doesn't want to go to bed. The hockey game is on! ‘What if I can't fall asleep?’ the boy says. ‘Don't worry,’ says his dad. ‘You will.’ After his parents have tucked him in and turned out the light, he shines a flashlight on his prized hockey possessions around his room: the posters of his favorite players, the pennant for his favorite team, the puck.” Jamie read. Not for too long though, the boys well asleep after a few minutes. “Good night boys,” Jamie said quietly as he left the room.

Y/n just finished putting D/n to sleep when Jamie walked into their bedroom. “That was quick,” Y/n noted.

“Told you I have a talent at putting the kids to sleep.” He said with a grin. “Abd good night to my little princess.” He whispered and kissed his little girl gently on her forehead before Y/n put her into her crib.

“You’re just lucky,” Y/n answered.

“I am,” Jamie said with a proud smile as he looked at his wife. He knew he was lucky. He hardly ever told this to his family, but he knew they knew he loved them more than anything. “And now I can finally focus purely on you.” He announced when he got out of the shower and went to Y/n.

“This was one of the nicest days in a while Jamie,” Y/n snuggled to Jamie and traced Jamie’s tattoos mindlessly. “Oh, and you better don’t forget to take the kids skating on the weekend. They were talking about it all day.” She laughed.

“I told the team and they all agreed to hang out,” he said. “And now give me a big kiss.” He said seriously.

“You’re horrible,” Y/n laughed before she kissed him. No matter how annoying and cocky he could get she loved him with all her heart.

#jamie benn #jamie benn imagine #jamie benn one shot #jamie benn writing #jamie benn imagines #dallas stars #dallas stars imagine #dallas stars writing #dallas stars one shot #dallas stars imagines #nhl players imagine #nhl imagine #nhl one shot #nhl writing #nhl imagines #hockey imagine #hockey one shot #hockey writing #hockey imagines

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sugar-petals · 4 years

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Can you tell us how to please a soft sub and hard sub? Like what could a guy enjoy?

it’s 95% individual, i’d ask + negotiate before ideas for play. i can suggest scenes but still, it might not be his limits. to remember is what differenciates the two: hard subs enjoy pain + power, soft subs don’t.

you can likely please the latter if you’re a gentle femdom aficionado. still depends on what kind of GFD you like, but you can grow into the role you agree on, shift. it’s a bit easier: fewer prerequisites. ofc there’s etiquette + talent, but you can please by tuning into the role pretty well.

the former: not as flexible. there are set qualities. understand this as a ‘needed with good reason’ profile rather than gatekeeping. sadism is the requirement. no 50-50 zone, you feeling that you are a natural is key. your sub won’t be happy if you merely try it. it’s usually clear to a domme anyways, you either lick your fingers for s/m or not.

↳ as for specific kinks. what i can give you is a list of things to AVOID for each.💡it’s a roundabout way to see what he prefers and each sub’s a different case but it’s a compass.

✏︎ soft subs — don’ts

hair-pulling -> choose fondles and pats instead wherever he likes it the most.

name-calling -> praise is usually preferred

yelling -> whispering/soft-spoken, this is an asmr zone ☁️

hard spanking -> lighter squeezes

no squishy props -> use pillows, blankets, plushies if he wants. but, in any case, you’ll need pillows. can’t have enough of those.

tears -> only as a spontaneous release [during aftercare], most soft subs aren’t into dacryphilia

chaos -> soft subs love consistency.

too much genitalia focus -> don’t forget the smooches and forehead kisses, and massages possibly. if he likes that, tend to seemingly neglegible body parts even, like ears and toes. boop the nose.

toy overwhelm -> back to basics, never forget he loves your hands. idea: choose pastels for color if you do get toys. dramatic black/red/metal is for the hardcore femdom department and suits the mood better. you likely have that preference already if you strictly soft dom.

breath play -> stick to neck kisses. mouth gags, same thing, he probably isn’t comfortable with it.

leaving marks -> 50-50, again, ask what kind you can and cannot leave. if he likes it, do 20% marks, 80% affection.

pragmatic, planned aftercare -> make it extensive + adapt easily. seems counterintuitive since hard subs take a lot more, but let me tell you soft subs think aftercare is literal catnip. if you’re a big brain domme, you transfer some aftercare favorites to the main act. also, about pragmatism: unlike with hard subs (see list below: #21), come up with a more fine-tuned safeword/limit system. these are play scenes where you can go into many different directions so that’s why.

straightforward -> it’s no problem if you’re the indirect or shy type as a domme, it’s about careful questions toward him here. many soft subs approach their dommes well with wishes. ironically, hard subs are the other way around, they might anticipate more unless they’re very extroverted. the biggest hard subs were the quiet kiddos at school 😉 soft subs can be bubbly and reveal their demands rather easily.

deprioritize your orgasm -> make him tend to you in a lazy, slow demeanour. spoil each other.

all over the place -> stick to bedroom bed, bathtub and couch unless otherwise requested. the point is to have a safe and comfortable spot.

breaking him -> never push, always guide. again, consistency, no highs and lows.

suppressing critique -> he wants to know where to improve, show him exactly how to do things the right way and work with mistakes. not humiliating, more like teaching.

dungeon -> keep it above ground.

hands-on ownership -> show him he belongs to you in other ways. spoil him, that’s the best way.

high heels -> too impractical for 80% of GFD activities. fetish gear generally doesn’t work here. just mentioning, it’s probably already clear to everyone. and, purely soft dommes don’t gravitate towards dominatrix fashion in the first place.

passive -> unlike with hard subs, you likely do a lot of the work. soft dommes are busier than people expect.

atmosphere? -> switch on the fairy lights, candles, make it dim. make it as romantic as possible.

power imbalance -> air to breathe for any hard sub, but soft subs prefer flatter hierarchies. mind you, your position is still one of guidance.

✏︎ hard subs — don’ts

tender voice > grit and growl in their ear aye

questions > proportion-wise, give more commands instead.

no tools -> introduce some devices according to your couple taste.

lenience -> tame that provocateur 😄 you define where his place is. show him, physically. under your foot, kneeling, bowing? find that perfect position for the two of you.

only caressing > choke and slap him, but ask/announce right beforehand.

unbridled aggression -> misguided way of dominance unless it’s primal play. i know it’s more negatively connotated but deliberate brutality is the word, you exact it while keeping rather cool. unless... he fancies you as the angry mistress, or passionate, punishing. but then again, no aggression. just brutality. the difference is huge. the more sadistic the play, the more contained your action. not all understated, just very directed and according to how you spoke about it, and according to the feedback in front of you. you get perfect awareness, not dizzy tunnel vision and fluctuating feelings. i say brutality because it indicates a person knows what they’re doing. aggression and anger means you bottle your judgement. the brain switches off there, it gets too erratic. also, aggression is less severe and a means to an end while brutality is for its own sake and goes heavy which is what hard subs enjoy: since they’re masochists. aggressive and violent dommes are just assholes, brutal hard dommes... are good dommes. 😛

free reign clothes -> tell him what type of outfit makes him domme candy. experiment plenty. don’t worry, most hard subs enjoy being told what to wear. and even if they don’t, suggesting it won’t piss them off. also, you can get strict and exacting as fuck with this. hard subs want your possessiveness in creative ways.

plain undressed -> chances are CFNM could be a hot idea sometimes, or fetish wear which is often appreciated in all things hardcore. then again, dressing up is no must, but definitely try all-black outfits, suits etc, whatever makes you radiate authority and the upper hand. remember, hierarchy. your superiority is what he enjoys during sex, he actually gets confused if you don’t show it in your particular way. if it’s not clothes, it’s the voice, anyway. the voice lives in his head rent free.

no control -> full body attention, grope him the way he likes. also, the nape of his neck is where your hand belongs. guiding his head is just...mmh ❤️

monotony -> hard subs like a rollercoaster. roleplay = perfect opportunity.

static plans -> important: hard subs learn fast. since pain-pleasure is involved their sensations are more intense so feedback is usually unequivocal. mind you, soft subs can sort their preferences well but for them it takes exposure to variety.

what’s a nipple? -> pinching and more is most likely welcome. ask and test.

spoiling -> spoiling no. rewards, yes. he works for it. what does he work towards? pleasing you completely. in your body and commands.

shy domme -> when it comes down to it, you need to be resolute and eloquent. if you struggle with it, e.g. start with being stoic. pick your favorite pokerface and have a signature smirk lmao! and definitely do in-depth talks. yes, about his desires. unlike soft subs, some guys take more time to open up here.

dry -> lube. keep it wet, especially his tear ducts anyway.

unsure experiments/not knowing the outcome -> seriously tackle and prepare skills. yes, whip your pillow first. you can ‘try’ things with soft subs, but you ‘do’ things with hard subs. why? less room for errors. you please him by being precise. don’t let it intimidate you, simply take it as a responsibility he respects you greatly for.

heels -> hard subs might like that. plus, you’ll often simply stand. he does lots of the work. hard dommes can be more laid-back than you’d expect. remember, you kick his ass and give orders. he’s a pretty active party. exception: he’s tied up.

hesitation -> hard dommes have to be quick. especially since we edge a lot. also, never hesitate to praise.

forgetting skin -> stimulate large areas as much as you can.

unarmed -> chances are he likes knife play, ask about it.

too much caution and pampering -> an insult to his esteem. i’m not kidding. he feels in his element when you don’t hold back anxiously. trust his strength 😊 it’s a perk of femdom in the first place, you may be working on more muscles and often more space on the body, most maledoms don’t have that luxury. the same goes for safewording, keep it simple and applicable for the heat/reflex of the moment. it’s counterproductive to be overcautious since it makes it too complex.

the usual spot -> if he’s down: play everywhere, consider every room together. a cold and hard surface does something for a hard sub. as does rug burn if he likes that. make him do all kinds of things 100% naked on a carpet while you watch, it’s so humiliating. i did it, the result was my sub discovering even higher levels of sluttiness.

suppression -> ask him to let it out vocally when he’s shy or not experienced. you’ll both love what follows. most hard subs are screamers. i hope you don’t have neighbors.

soft illumination -> use artificial light. not just to make your patient - doctor roleplay perfect, but because a hard domme needs to see what she’s doing for safety reasons already. use your (soy wax!) candles to ruin his back instead.

serious -> hardcore femdom is at its best when it’s peppered with little giggles. bring a feather just in case.

PS: these can even apply if they enjoy doing both, you have to match your tone according to the mood and plan then.

#anon #ask #cub mail 🐆#d/s talk #long post #d/s ed #d/s etiquette

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jafndaegur · 3 years

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Blue and Grey [tears reflected in the mirror]

Zen x MC

a/n: A song fic within a song fic. Reverse isekai. If you know the songs, then you know the songs.

Jumin | x |

Can you look at me? 'Cause I am blue and grey

The tears reflected in the mirror mean

My colors hid in the smile, blue and grey

When MC had first sung for Zen, he had been thoroughly mesmerized and floored.

Within the first five minutes of the RFA party, Jaehee has rushed over to the little group, quickly reporting to Jumin and MC that the singer for the event called in—there had been a last minute emergency and they wouldn't make it.

And while they had Zen's press conference in the first half of the evening to occupy all of their attention, after the chaos that came from his sudden confession, they still had to worry about the night's entertainment.

MC had remembered squeezing Zen's hand in hers before going to Jahee and Jumin, talking to them in a hushed voice before making her way to the back parking lot where the car that had picked her and Zen up was. She returned carrying a guitar case, and she swallowed slowly as she felt his curious gaze follow her up to the stage. In real life, she performed often at bars, semi-formal restaurants, weddings, birthday parties, you name it.

But something like the RFA party in another world from her own scared her.

Masking away the stage fright with a smile, she found Zen's eyes in the crowd. She felt a sense of calm soothe her nerves as she made her apologies into the mic for the change of plans for tonight's enjoyment. Her fingers strummed the chords of the guitar.

MC smiled prettily, her eyes gazing tenderly at her Hyun Ryu as the song that filled her heart overflowed.

"Tell me something boy, aren't you tired trying to fill that void."

The atmosphere of the party changed. It probably looked ridiculous, her up on stage dressed up in a pretty black dress and one of Zen's sweaters. Not to mention guitar music was so out of place in the fancy RFA ballroom. But her guitar had been the only thing she'd been able to bring with her from the real world into the world of Mystic Messenger. And she brought it everywhere since her arrival. Only now was she grateful that she had.

"Or do you need more?" She felt a thrum in her heart as Zen walked toward her, his gaze never left hers. "Ain't it hard keeping it so hardcore?"

He reached the stage where she sat and reached out. A strange bubbling warmth seeped in her chest and she tried not to giggle. Getting up from her seat, she slipped her hand into his and pulled him up onto the stage.

In that moment everything was perfect.

"I'm falling, in all the good times I find myself—" she sighed breathily as Zen's knuckles gently grazed her cheek. "Longing for change."

She regretted her hand leaving his, the lack of her skin against his, the lack of him living and pulsing within her hold. MC strummed the next chord.

"And in the bad times I fear myself…"

The look on Zen's face suddenly brought her reeling to reality, panic stricken and reaching for her again. And MC's perfect moment shattered as she disappeared.

It had been half a year.

It had been half a year since MC woke back up in her bedroom, with her phone clutched in her hand and the Mystic Messenger game's blue "Good End" card blinking up at her.

Now she meagerly stumbled day by day, deprived of the vibrance she'd been exposed to through her RFA loved ones. Life felt so empty without everyone, their brilliant laughter and their wonderful friendship.

She'd miss Seven's exhausting energy, and she missed talking about Yoosung's late night endeavors. Jaehee's favorite coffee had always been a fun topic to converse on, and MC often missed laughing at Jumin's stiff jokes. And Zen…

Her romance with Zen had been unexpected. As MC slipped out of bed to stand in front of her room mirror, she could imagine her boyfriend behind her, his large body behind her and embracing her warmly. He was so protective, and anytime he held her it felt as though she were enveloped and hidden away from the world. MC felt her lip tremble and her hand braced against the smooth surface of the mirror as she let out a sob. How was this fair? To spend eleven days in another world, in a love so deep that it was the sole focus of her heart, only for all of it to be so cruelly ripped away and strewn into the fantasy. As if it had never existed.

Her phone rang and MC scrubbed her palm against her eyes furiously before answering.

It was the entertainment agency she worked for.

"Hey kiddo," her manager's voice greeted warmly, although to MC's ears it sounded robotic. "That new hire I was telling you about is splitting your gig tonight. We figured it would help to have a more experienced singer on scene with him."

MC stared blankly into the mirror watching as the tears refused to stop their path across the plane of her cheek. Had they told her she'd be mentoring someone? It was hard to remember things these days, mostly because she didn't care to anymore.

"Sounds good, we'll talk later then. Take care." She hung up the phone and went about her day until it was time to force some makeup onto her face and dress up nicely for her gig.

By the time she walked into the bar, it was already an hour and a half after the new hire's shift had started. He must've been taking a break because the piano accompanist was playing a light jazzy tune that seemed more ambience than anything else. Something about the melody was familiar and haunting, like a song from the fleeting wisp of a dream. She made her way to the stage before nearly tripping and falling over.

The new singer started speaking, his voice oh so familiar and oh so tender. "This will be my last song of the night before my beautiful partner will provide the best final half! Please enjoy."

MC stared into the crimson eyes of Hyun Ryu, his smile wide and pearly, and he gripped the microphone, leaning in close with the long strands of his ponytail slipping over his shoulder. His tongue flicked out and licked his lips before he started singing gently.

Oh. This song…

"Tell me something girl—"

MC dropped her purse and her coat at the closest booth and raced to the stage weaving in and out of tables.

Zen chuckled and MC felt her heart thunder in her chest. He continued, "Are you happy in this modern world? Or do you need more?"

MC stopped at the stage stairs, wondering if she should wait until after his song, after all...this was a performance. But Zen reached out his hand, and suddenly the overwhelming wave of nostalgia and deja-vu rushed her.

"Is there something else you're searching for?"

She grabbed his hand, unprepared for him to pull her against his chest.

Zen's hand sifted through her hair before he gently cupped the back of her head and forced her to look at him. "I'm falling, in all the good times I find myself longing for change…"

MC gripped the front of his shirt, unable to believe that he was here. Living. Breathing. Existing in her arms.

"And in the bad times," his voice cracked a bit. "I fear myself…"

The piano melted away and so did the audience. Nothing else in the world existed, only MC, Zen, and their little song.

MC rested against him, trembling. "I'm here," she whispered.

He chuckled and rested his chin on the crown of her head.

#mystic messenger #mysme #mysme zen #zen x mc #hyun ryu x mc #hyun ryu #song fic: bts blue and grey #song fic: a star is born shallows

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ronoken · 3 years

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Take Tour Shot - Part 4

This is the end of the first section, kinda like a pilot for this idea. I have the next one thought out, as well as the introduction of our proper villain, but I want to know what you think. Is this worth continuing? What would you like to see? Let me know.

For reference, here are parts one, two, and three.

***

Gina circled the block and hid behind a van as she frantically tugged at the mask on her face.

“Why doesn’t this come off?” She whisper-shouted. “I need to change back. I can’t have anyone see me like this! I can’t… How do I change?”

Annie was beside her, leaning against the van. She was watching Gina’s mini-breakdown and laughing to herself. “Geez girlie, you really like ta get bent out of shape, ya know that?”

“Tell me how to get this off!” Gina yelled.

“Okay, okay! Geez. Just say giddy up again. It’s magic, and magic responds to verbal commands.”

Gina kept tugging as she said, “Giddy up.”

There was a flash of light, and Gina nearly fell over as she found herself back in her regular clothing. She steadied herself along the side of the van and looked to Annie.

“That was… That was a monster. I just fought a monster!”

“Correction, you beat the mashed potatoes out of a monster. Shot it in the head, too.” Annie pointed out. She patted Gina on the shoulder. “Nice job for your first outing. I figured we’d just shoot at some tin cans and take a run, but you really outdid yourself.”

“I could have died,” Gina said. She was shaking like a leaf.

“But you didn’t,” Annie pointed out.

“No thanks to you,” Gina shouted.

“Excuse me? All thanks to me, missy. Without those fancy powers, you would have ended up monster chow. Yer gentleman down the street, too.”

“He’s,” Gina started before trailing off. “He’s just a friend.”

Annie stared for a moment. “A friend,” she parroted back.

Gina was too shaken to catch the sarcasm in Annie’s voice.

“I should get home,” Gina said, mostly to herself. She glanced to Annie. “Um, if my mom sees you…”

“Don’t even worry about it,” Annie said dismissively. “Yer the only one who can see or hear me, seein’ as how yer wearin’ the charm. Think of me as a guardian angel.”

Gina stared.

“Helpful spirit?” Annie offered.

Gina grumbled under her breath and started walking home.

“What was that?” Annie asked.

“I said, it’s awfully convenient that the minute I get a magic charm bracelet, my neighbor turns into some metallic monster that only I can defeat.”

Annie shrugged. “Look, I don’t make the rules, missy. If the magic chose you…”

“A carny chose me,” Gina corrected Annie as she slinked behind her neighbor’s house and into a dark backyard.

“If the magic chose you,” Annie continued, “then there was a darn good reason. Maybe it knew it was time. Maybe it knew this was comin’.”

Gina paused and glanced to Annie. “Is that how it works?”

Annie shrugged. “Beats me, partner. I’m not a sorceress.”

Gina slipped into her home through the back patio door, which was still unlocked. She had planned on just heading up to a well-deserved shower and bed, but was stopped cold by the sight of her mother frantically screaming into the phone.

“She’s five foot, brown hair, glasses… OHMYGODGINA! She, yes. She just walked in. Thank you, officer.” Gina’s mom hung up and charged her daughter, wrapping her in a tight hug.

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?” Gina’s mother, Dr. Mosey, shouted as she sobbed against Gina’s shoulder.

Gina, still dumping adrenaline, gave her a trembling hug back. “I, God, mom, I’m sorry. I just, when the monster, um, when I saw it, I, um, I ran to get away?”

Dr. Mosey pulled back to look her daughter in the eye. They were roughly the same height, as tall genes had never quite run in their family. “And you didn’t think to call me?”

“I thought you were at the lab,” Gina meekly offered.

“I was nearby when the commotion started, and when I went to check on you, you weren’t there, and…”

Dr. Mosey hugged her daughter again. “I just can’t lose you, too. You’re all I have, sweetheart. I was so scared. God, I was so scared.”

“It’s okay, mom.” Gina hugged her again, firmer this time. “I’m okay, really. I promise.”

Gina could tell her mother had just come from work. Dr. Mosey (Susan to her friends) tended to mix casual with professional, and by that, I mean she wore acid-washed jeans and a wrinkled purple tee shirt under a snug, yet open, lab coat. It was her mother’s signature lab look. It also explained a lot of Gina’s own fashion sense, or lack thereof.

And before you judge? Look, lab work is grueling and takes time and I think you’d want the people who need to critically focus on diseases and cellular structures to be comfortable, or would you prefer they be distracted by some stiff, formal business attire? This isn’t an office, people. It’s chaos in the form of $500,000 worth of analyzing equipment crammed into a space the size of a teen’s bedroom. That lab has more empty energy drinks and discarded pizza boxes than any dorm room you can find, and…

Sorry. Back to the story.

“Mom, I promise, I’m fine. I just… Did you see it? The, uh, the monster?”

Gina felt her mother nod against her.

“I saw it,” Susan said. “I saw it.”

“What was it? Do you know? I mean, I’ve never seen anything like that, and…”

Susan kissed Gina’s head. “Honestly, I couldn’t 100% say. Something like that, well, I’d want to run some tests before saying one way or the other.”

Gina let out a small snort. It was exactly the kind of answer she expected from her mother.

They stayed like that for a few moments, each just glad that things had calmed down. The moment passed when Gina felt a tired yawn escape her. Susan patted her on the back and said, “Why don’t you head to bed, okay? I doubt we’ll see anything like that again tonight. Whatever it was.”

Gina was in no position to argue. She was exhausted, confused, and most of all, she felt gross. A hot shower and some warm sheets sounded like Heaven.

“Yeah, okay. I, um, I love you. Do you have work in the morning?”

Susan nodded. “I’ll be gone before you’re up. You good to make yourself breakfast, kiddo?”

Gina nodded. She usually was.

“Then head to bed. Let your mother worry about things for a while, okay?” Gina’s mom kissed her forehead before shooing her up the stairs. Gina nodded in agreement as she yawned again.

“That’s… Yeah. I, um, I’m glad you’re okay. I love you,” she said.

“I love you too, sweetheart. Now, get to bed,” Dr. Mosey said.

Gina headed upstairs as Dr. Mosey stood in the well-furnished room. As soon as her daughter was out of earshot, she collapsed into her husband’s old blue recliner, buried her face in her hands, and wept.

***

Gina finally got a moment to herself when she removed the charm bracelet. Like magic, Annie disappeared from her side, and the bathroom was blessedly quiet.

The silence and privacy gave Gina a chance to finally reflect on what had happened. She stood in the steady stream of hot water and stared off into space as the fight replayed itself in her mind. She thought about Andre and how frightened he looked. She thought about how close she came to dying, the ghost lady who was egging her on, the whole superhero thing, ghosts, life…

Gina only snapped out of it when the hot water heater ran out of hot water to give. She quickly rinsed off and headed to bed, grateful for the day to be over.

As she lay buried in her comforter and dressed in her freshly washed pajamas (which consisted of some boxer shorts from Target and an old, faded PJ Harvey concert shirt her mother had tucked away in the back of a dresser), she held up the charm bracelet and lazily twirled it between her fingers.

Finally, after some internal deliberation, she slid it back on.

She didn’t hear anything immediately, but she did notice the room was now glowing with a faint, blue light.

“Annie?” Gina asked into the dark of the room.

“Yeah?” Annie’s voice quietly replied.

Gina kept her eyes on the charm. “You’re, um, you’re dead, right?”

“Ah yep. Passed on in ’26.”

“What was it like?”

Gina patiently waited.

“…Well, I suppose you could say it was a relief. I was sick for a while, an’ the doctors could never get what was wrong with me quite down. Said it was anemia, but I was never certain.”

“How old were you?”

“I was sixty six. I’d just moved back to Ohio after doin’ a lil’ revival tour and, well… Life happens, I reckon.”

Gina lay in silence for a bit. Outside, the muffled sound of the EMT vehicles pulling away could be heard.

“Did it hurt?”

Gina’s voice was quiet, even in the stillness of the room. She felt something gently press on her shoulder. When she opened her eyes and looked, she saw a glowing blue hand.

“No, sweetie. It didn’t hurt. It felt like, well, like when you’ve been runnin’ and runnin’, and all you wanna do is rest, but you feel like you just can’t stop, but when you finally do… You just let go. The world gets all soft around the edges, sounds slip away… It was like falling asleep.” Annie let out a small laugh. “And then I woke up tethered ta that there charm. Guess I did a lil’ too well at runnin’, seein’ as how someone decided I should keep it up.”

“Should I take you off for bed?” Gina asked. She was trying to keep her eyes open, but they were so heavy, and she was so tired.

“Don’t you worry yourself about it. I’ll be here when ya wake up.”

Gina didn’t answer, as she was already slipping away due to exhaustion. She only mildly registered her comforter being tucked up around her as she finally drifted off to sleep.

#original work #gina mosey #take your shot

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echoesofstardust · 4 years

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You absofuckinglutely have enough street cred for the writing meme! [insert prompt here] - oopsie daisies. Also, POV.

[insert prompt here] — you post a prompt, and i’ll write three sentences based on that prompt, set in the same time/setting as my current project

‘Oopsie-daisies’ - I love this prompt! This was fun. (Still set in wedding planners AU)

The day of the wedding is the sort of organised chaos that Scott has already gotten used to. There’s always a manner of small crises that come up (a late delivery, the colour scheme suddenly looking wrong today when it was perfectly fine during rehearsal dinner, a relative that insists on everything their way) but he’s becoming a better and better hand at handling them.

He and Tessa are up to putting the final touches on the floral arrangements—bouquets and bouquets of daisies because during Jeff and Justin’s first date, that was the only flower available at the florist’s and it stuck.

He loves those kinds of stories: the shared moments and memories that both people within a couple share fond smiles over.

Someone’s let all the little kiddos loose in the venue, who he assumes will be the flower girls and the ring bearers, and it’s fortunate that all of them have yet to knock something over.

As he has that thought, he accidentally knocks the vase he was placing over. It tips over but he’s lucky enough to catch it before it falls over completely.

“Oh, fu—“ he stops, as one of the kids whizz past. “Oopsie daisies?”

Tessa snorts, before giggling, the kind that lasts for several minutes before it peters out. They’re fatigued and a little stressed; absolutely anything will set them off laughing at this point.

He chuckles along, setting the vase upright. Some of the smaller flowers had fallen out of the vase and he picks one up. He walks over to Tessa and gently tucks it behind her ear.

“Oopsie daisies,” he says again, and she giggles again, forehead falling against his shoulder.

(She leaves the flower in her hair for the rest of the day and the rest of the evening.)

POV — something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective

I’ve honestly only written two-and-a-bit pages for this AU. Since I plan to write it from Scott’s POV, I’ll do Tessa’s POV of these paragraphs:

“Hey, Virtch,” he says, soft so he doesn’t startle her, and she looks up at him. “I’ve got your almond milk cappuccino,” he sing-songs and it makes her smile just a little, one corner of her lips lifting. He hands her coffee over but she doesn’t take a sip, just holds it in her hands.

He crouches down beside her and she swivels her chair to face him. “Thank you,” she says.

“Anytime,” he grins, “I know coffee’s the way to your heart, T.”

(Tessa’s POV)

The thing about knowing that she’s in love with her best friend and business partner is that it’s honestly faded into the background.

Mostly.

She learned about the concept of ‘habituation’ during her psychology studies in her undergrad degree, which described how repeated exposure to a stimulus decreased your response towards it.

Anyway, her point is that she’s mostly habituated to whatever she feels for Scott.

Given enough time, maybe her love for him will settle into purely the friendship that she’s so thankful to have, without all these fanciful notions of wanting to hold his hand and kiss him senseless.

It’s hard to believe that this ache in her chest will ever disappear though when he’s crouching in front of her with that crinkly-eyed smile she adores, having given her a cup of her favourite coffee, exactly what she needs considering how much she’s been stressing and overthinking for the past hour about their business.

He cares about her, sweet and thoughtful in every way she needs before she realises she needs it. She can’t ask for a better partner.

This is more than enough.

“Anytime,” he grins, “I know coffee’s the way to your heart, T.”

He knows all the ways to her heart, could draw a detailed map marking out every single path. But the one thing he doesn’t know is that it’s already his.

no excuses writing meme, askbox version

#thanks for the ask!#peacefulboo #i realise the first one only asked for three sentences #oops #asks

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sherlollydramoine · 4 years

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How the Lights Shine So Colorful and Bright

I hope that this satisfies. It just ended up being a bunch of cute fluff. This is actually two parts. Part one is just Rami X Reader and some quality time, the second part is Dad!Rami X Kids X Reader. Fyi, they have four kids in this one. :) Whoops. Busy little horn dogs.

Warnings: implied/mentioned sex, and just a lot of cute fluffiness. I cried writing a part of this.

These are just two separate HC’s totaling about 2k words

Rami X Reader

For the record I am not from NY, nor have I ever been to NY, so anything that is listed in here is sourced straight from a quick Google search.

Word Count: 1060 words (Part One)

You and Rami had escaped to New York in early December. He had some promotional work that he had to do, and he also said that you were overdue for some one-on-one quality time

You stayed behind in the hotel sleeping in for the first time in nearly six years, having four kids is exhausting, while he went to work. The twins, your toddler, and the baby

When he finally came back from fulfilling his work obligations he found you still in bed, dead asleep and he couldn’t help the quiet chuckle that escaped him.

He shrugged off his coat, and took his shoes off before he carefully climbed into the bed with you.

“Hey sleepyhead.” he says, as he gently brushes your hair back from your face.

“If no one is bleeding, dying, or the house isn’t on fire then please leave mommy alone!” you mumble out.

He laughs loudly and you open your eyes.

“How was work?” you mumble out.

“It was fine. It’s always kind of fun doing the initial promo stuff. Buttttttttt, now that I’m free for the rest of the day I was thinking that maybe we could go get something to eat, and then maybe you know... because it’s been awhile since we’ve... ya know. I have plans for us tonight though.

Your day passes by all to quickly between shopping, eating, and having the hot sex you two were so overdue and that next thing you know it’s getting late.

You had both taken a brief nap after one particular round of vigorous sex, so you were both charged up and ready for whatever he had planned.

He gets into the closet and pulls out a garment bag, and tells you to put the dress that is inside the bag on.

You draw in a sharp breath, and then almost start to cry as you open the bag. “Baby, where did you find this dress?”

“I found an old picture of the two of us and you were wearing it, and you know, I know people. So I had this dress made for you. I know how much that dress meant to you. You were wearing it when we first met, on our first date, when I asked to be my girlfriend, the first time we kissed, it’s also the dress I took off of you the first time the we had sex. When you lost everything in that house fire, you told me how that dress and your grandmother's copy of Pride & Prejudice were the only things that meant anything to you.”

You threw your arms around his neck and brought your lips to his. That is just how amazing your husband is, he would do anything like this for anyone that he loved.

“So get dressed YN, because we have plans.”

You got dressed really quickly and taking his hand you both headed out the door of your hotel.

Usually when you visit the city you both take public transportation, but not today. He had hired a car with a driver. You try to ask him what he was up to, and then it dawns on you.

“Baby are we.. are we going to go look at the Christmas lights?”

“Yes.”

“That’s just like-omg-I love you so much!!” you feel the tears wanting to start again, as you lean into his shoulder.

“Yes, just like our first date.We were both so broke, and I was so excited when you didn’t want to ditch me after that. That other guy that really liked you was rich, and I thought that there was no chance in hell that you’d ever want to see me again.”

“Oh baby. I had the biggest crush on you and we’d just never met, only ever seen each other from a distance. I never thought that I had a chance in hell because you were and still are the most beautiful man that I’ve ever seen.”

He kisses your temple, just as the car pulled over.

We’re at Rockefeller Center. You got out,and walked around for a bit. Admiring the giant Christmas tree and all of the other sights and sounds around us.

When you were standing as close to the bottom of the tree as was possible, he took out his phone and angled the camera to capture you both in a selfie.

An older gentleman and his wife were walking by and they stopped and offered to take a few pictures of the two of you.

He presses another kiss to your temple, and then takes your hand in his.

Your husband was so caring and gracious, that when a couple of fans spotted him, he happily agreed to take a few photos with them. You offered to take them and they declined and asked you to be in the picture too.

After spending a little while in one location, he’d have you back in the car and off to the next.

This time he shuffled you off to Bryant Park. The skating rink, with the NY Public Library looming in the distance, and all the little ways that the area was lit up. The random decorations around, the cool night air wanting you to just lean into him. The different vendors that were set up along the way.

The last location of the night was for a stroll down Fifth Avenue, mostly just so that you can look at all the displays in the windows, and the way things were decorated so meticulously.

Your night ended with dinner at a restaurant close to your hotel, walking back in the chilly night air.

Walking, hand in hand, just like all those years ago. You really couldn’t have asked for a better date night.

“YN, all the bright lights could never shine any brighter than you, or my love for you.”

He stops you in the middle of the sidewalk, others around you huffing in irritation as they had to maneuver around you; he reaches up to cup the back of your neck as your body practically melts into his. The kiss you shared was so sweet yet full of passion.

You rest your head on his shoulder. “This was the best date that we’ve had in a long time. Maybe we should strip it down more often, and just do things the cheap and simple way like we used to Rami.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

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Part Two

Dad!Rami X Kids X Reader

Go to the LA Zoo Lights - for the record I’ve never been there, never done that, I hope it’s not disappointing. I did a basic Google search and got some information about this. I hope for those of my readers that have been, that it is accurately described.

Word Count: 1056

“Daddy!!!! I wanna go to the zoo!!” your oldest two started yelling repeatedly, in unison

“We will go in just a minute, mommy is just finishing changing the baby.”

The sun had just barely set, everyone fed, and now you two were getting ready to round up your crew of kiddos to get them in the car.

They had been excited about going to the zoo in the dark for a week. It’s all they’ve talked about.

The twins were bouncing off the walls, your toddler was having a meltdown because she wanted to wear her pink sparkly shoes, but they were nowhere to be found, so she had to wear her purple sparkly shoes instead.

The baby had just pooped after being fed, so you were finishing changing him and then everyone was set to go.

Sometimes you and Rami joke about how crazy you had been to have kids so close in age, but parenthood was something he wore just as well as he wore those fancy suits.

Rami was trying to keep your three oldest entertained as you dealt with the baby.

Walking into the living room, you couldn’t help but to laugh. Rami was on the floor with three kids on top of him.

“Heeeellllllllllllpppppppppppp meeeeeeeeeee!!!” he dramatically cried out, waiting for you to come to his rescue.

With a loud sigh you set the baby down on his play mat on the floor before walking over to your husband.

You grabbed your toddler and one of the twins and began to tickle them.

“My heroooo!” Rami laughed, as he gave you a kiss, standing up. Scooping the other twin into his arms and tossing him in the air.

“Soooo… who is ready for some zoo lights? And maybe some ice cream after if it’s not too late and you behave?!”

The two oldest stopped in their tracks and started screaming, which caused your toddler to start screaming, which made the baby cry.

Rami just laughed, as he scooped your infant off the floor and into his arms.

Grabbing the diaper bag that was full to bursting with everything that would possibly be needed for an evening away from the house, along with the stroller, baby carrier, and the backpack, you grab your small army and head to the car.

You are a minivan family. Rami hated it at first, but once he realized there was no way in hell that you were all gonna fit in the small SUV you had, he had begrudgingly agreed and bought the minivan

You were strapping in the twins, while Rami was wrestling with your toddler, the baby having already been strapped in to his car seat and snapped into the base of his car seat.

Rami drove you all to the zoo, where the twins excited screeching was just getting louder by the minute, the toddler just jabbering away about who knows what, God bless your infant son who was blissfully asleep amongst all the chaos.

You two learned the hard way about 6 months ago, to keep everyone strapped in until you were ready to go. Rami was on twin patrol, and you would handle the stroller and wear the baby.

You climb into the van and get the twins out, they had their instructions to stand next to the van, and hold hands. Next came the toddler who was promptly situated in the stroller, and lastly the baby that couldn’t be bothered to wake up, while being strapped into the carrier, grabbing his blanket to cover his tiny body.

Rami took the twins ahead, to go get everyone’s tickets, while you got the two youngest taken care of.

You could hear your twins Oooohing and Ahhhhing at the entrance already, and you smiled sweetly, knowing that this was going to be a great decision.

Rami let the twins lead the way, as only certain parts of the zoo were open during the zoo lights.

Watching the kids faces light up in wonder and amazement at what they were seeing.

The lights were bright and fun, the lighted tunnels were a favorite.

You never would have thought that this would have ended up being your lives, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Rami only got upset once during the evening when a fan approached and asked for a photograph, to which Rami politely declined stating that he was out with his family. You almost stepped in and offered to allow him to take the picture, but he was firm in his ‘no’ because he didn’t want them to accidentally snap any pictures of the kids.

He would get so mad when someone would catch photos of him and the kids, and post them online.

He was always so adamant that he wanted the kids to be as far removed from his ‘celeb’ life as referred to it, as possible.

The kids knew their dad didn’t have a normal job, but they didn’t know exactly what he did, and he wanted it that way, until they got a little older.

He never allowed the kids to live a ‘jet set’ life, choosing to allow them to have as much consistency and normalcy as normal childhood allowed. The only time you all traveled was when Rami’s job took him away from home longer than a month, and that was because he always insisted that he hated being away for so long. He used to just travel back and forth, but that became incredibly taxing on him, after the first couple of times, it was decided that travelling as a family unit was for the best.

The kids still got to see various parts of the world, and he always made it a learning adventure. Learning about different cultures, food, history, and languages.

The adventure at the zoo was only supposed to take somewhere between 60-90 minutes, but of course, the twins and their never ending curiosity made the whole evening end up lasting about two and a half hours. By the time you were all heading back to the car all the kids were definitely exhausted and ready for bed.

You barely made it out of the parking lot of the zoo and all four kids were out cold.

You and Rami just smiled at each other, and high-fived, another successful family adventure for the books.

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#rami malek #rami malek fanfiction #rami malek fluff #rami malek imagine #Rami Malek Christmas #rami malek christmas fluff #christmas #cutenes #smol bean as the best daddy ever #seriously #this is just adorableness #Dad!Rami

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a-writing-bear · 4 years

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[AmeriPan] Chapter 2: The ‘Hell on Earth’ Task Agency

Ao3 Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13286367/chapters/31876020

This Has been cross-posted onto FF & Ao3 under Aliases: BearBooper

You can read this Fic on Tumblr under ‘Keep Reading’ But it is not formatted as well as the AO3 version.

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Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers

Main Pairing: Alfred F. Jones & Kiku Honda (America & Japan)

AU: Demon AU/HellTaskAgency!AU - Demon!America & Businessman!Japan

Age Rating/Mature: Teen And Up Audiences (12+ due to mentions of mature themes as well as swearing)

Trigger Warnings: None in this chapter (Future addiction and other themes such as crime, murder, corruption etc.) A bit more PruCan in here

Organised as ever, Alfred should have expected this kind of planning from his handler. They knew that HETA had placed Matthew and him close to their targets, although the jean cladded boy didn’t assume he would be residing this close to his goal. The man in question was quite...adorable to say the least. Coffee-brown eyes paired with a 5’5ft stature was the least intimidating figure, his suit didn’t make the guy look any scarier either. To say the least, it was strange to believe that a cute being like that would be capable of the destruction of an entire company. Then again, Kiku had this weird aura that came off as unnerving and as Alfred had focused in on his soul (or as much as he could within the 30 seconds of the meeting) he recognised a bitterness within him. Slightly stunned and already geared in the mood to pester his new client he strode into the apartment whistling. The sibling glared at him suspiciously,

“Al. You have your fangs out and you smile looks like the time you started a riot.”Matthew noted with peculiar intrigue, eyes going wide as the tanner man explained that his client lived right next door. Alfred tucked his fangs away distractedly, realising that he needed to get used to the unfamiliar blunter teeth.

“But I thought you had to go for that fake job interview thing on Monday?” Nodding, Alfred was slightly puzzled too. His new alias already gave him an excuse to be near this Kiku guy as a personal assistant, somewhere he would be able to meet the man every day. Arthur was probably tryna make it easier for him. Fuck that guy. He didn’t need help adjusting to a human life! He could manipulate that soul easier than a kid using a finger puppet. First order of business, he had concluded, would be to get certain of their surroundings. They decided to get out into the streets and explore the cityscape of New York City. fumbling with his hands they walked out into the streets looking quite clueless to the world, however, they could sense all the different souls whizzing past them, locked within humans who knew nothing of how bright and blinding their souls could be. Noting with interest he recalled that Kiki’s soul had been a cool blue that greyed out ever so slightly, while the woman who had walked past was a dazzling bright red (Too kind-hearted for his liking).

His partner had already started moving down the street in the cold air, clearly in search of something interesting to find. The street lights marked their pathway as they strolled through the cool breeze, every now and again enamoured with any particularly bright soul that puttered nearby. A dainty bell dinged as they entered a quaint cafe a few minutes away. As his Mattie fumbled with a wallet and order on behalf of the two, Alfred occupied a vacant table before hearing a very loud voice which seemed to override any chatter from the other customers. He turned ready to give the stink-eye to the ruder patron but as he came to view a body whole obviously carried no human soul he was left speechless. The culprit in question had looked up sensing Alfred’s aura strongly- pale skin and red eyes all in return with a heavy amused laugh following. Could this be..? The figure partially revealed his wings using his cloaking (which was against HETA guidelines!) and winked before murmuring to whatever company this obvious demon had attracted.

Making his way the man was drabbed in a black zip-up hoodie, left unzipped showing off the thin white t-shirt and his tight black ripped jeans. The demon strolled towards Alfred pleasantly as if making a way to an old friend,

“Hey, there kiddo! New to town- Although I think I know you?” His hands dug further into his pocket as this mysterious thing stuck out his human hand to shake.

The figure tutted as Al failed to respond, “Jeez, at least pretend you’re a real human ma-”

“Are you Gilbert?” Blurting out, Alfred felt embarrassed as there was a pause- worried that he had gotten mixed up - heck for all he knew this wasn’t a demon he even knew! Yeah, those black wings looked quite similar to the description Arthur had given….

“I’m not surprised you recognise me...but uh.I don’t think we’ve ever met in the underworld...you remind me of someone... Am I still talked about?” The American noted that Gilbert’s human form had been given a very distinct German accent and judging from the appearance was residing under the cover of a recent art graduate, his silver-white hair matched with a young face seemed weird but somehow exaggerated the rough and rowdy aesthetic the man held. Recalling the tales and exploits that his former mentor, Francis, bragged about he already could imagine meeting the so-called prodigy demon Gil- the one that had set off many huge chaos points that he had to be put on suspension. If anything, Alfred was jealous that this demon was so highly skilled….and yet he was amazed.

“Yes! Oh but I don’t think we have actually met-I’m Arthur’s mentee. Formerly Francis’...” He had not noticed a sudden peak in Gilbert’s interest, those red eyes flickered with some sort of curiosity and familiarity. “I didn’t think we’d run into another employee this soon...we just got stationed to HETA literally yesterday.” the white-haired man eyes grew wide before bellowing even louder attracting the attention of Matthew who had just arrived with their drinks and those red eyes trailed Matthew’s human form. Did he know Matthew?

“‘We? Are you relate-’”

Suddenly as he came to introduce his partner to Gilbert, his brother stopped before the older demon, lowering his hands- seemingly nervous and suspicious. Gilbert took very little time to appreciate Matthew, that was clear as day as those blood red eyes grew vivid and his smirk faltered into a slight gasp. The two exchanged glances that even Alfred could not decipher, it was just like when he asked about Francis and Arthur’s gave would morph into a mixture of so many emotions that seem to override many others. Okay, he must have met Mattie befor-

“You’re not supposed to cloak your wings. Not even have them out, that’s breaking article 7.” Matthew hissed disapprovingly at the cocky looking demon, disregarding the clear as day brilliance of the veteran demon in front of them. Smooth. His brother obviously was not a seducer, so much for a demon right?

Surprisingly, Gilbert only smiled with gritted teeth, a low growl in his throat as he barked out a reply with feigned hurt: “Ouch, I’m so hurt, although you little thing... aren’t you aware I’m exempt from nearly all commandments and articles?” Alfred got anxious...had he just found himself stuck in a quarrel though Matthew’s aura of awkward annoyance died down and melted easily in the atmosphere as they continued. Alright. they knew each other, he concluded. No One would be caught dead calling Matthew ‘Little thing’ - they would be drop-kicked all the way to Heaven and down to hell in a fury of pain.

“Fuck off man, What ARE you doing here Gilbert?”

“Last time you were happy to find me, Not so excited to see me anymore Little birdie? I think you forget this is my turf this time.” Alfred cringed, God how DID these 2 know each other and why the fuck did Matthew never introduce the legend to him before???

“I meant this cafe! Not the district Gil, I’m not that unprofessional..”

Alfred kept staring at the squabble, The two look back at him embarrassed as they recognised he was still present watching them. Matthew flushed before sitting down at a nearby table, tugging on Alfred to join him- attempting to avoid the gaze of the older being. He huffed dignified, obviously trying not to be pleased that Gilbert had sneaked and sat beside the two twins. Alfred sent Matthew a questioning glare and his brother wavered for a minute before sighing as Gilbert leant closer next to him.

“We met at a directors meeting, Francis brought me to intern that morning-” the pale man had already started fumbling with a lock of Matthew’s hair absentmindedly as if it was a normal thing to do.

Alfred was even more confused “How come I wasn’t invited?!” Again Matthew huffed but this time more peeved than ever but replied firmly and calmly- this interested Gilbert obviously and the older demon grinned focusing on Matthew’s voice.

“Arthur invited you, but you forgot you fuck. I had to take notes for you remember? Too busy seducing some harlets…” His brother’s voice trailed off and an awkward silence fell upon the table. Their drinks were left untouched as Gilbert decided to ask about their missions and who stationed them here. He snickered as they hung their heads in shame when they told him it was because Alfred screwed them both.Gilbert had been in this section of town since the project started, and in fact was the district’s advisor (Matthew proceeded to tell him off considering all of these facts were given in their job file).

*Ding*

A jingle sounded through the small cafe and suddenly Matthew turned to look at his watch before turning to Alfred whispering about how their targets were about to enter simultaneously. Punctual and precise, Matthew was correct as a trio entered through the door, 2 short men dressed in fancy business suits, one was undoubtedly Kiku- Alfred Narrowed his eyes taking close attention to the man’s change in soul aura: It had been bluish gray this morning but now it had morphed to a dull rather very pitiful dark gray, there was a tinge of deep blue but it seemed much more complex than just the first tone from before. Besides him, a slightly taller and more...Germanic(?) Looking lad had a grumpy look on his face and fiddled with a briefcase in hand- to this person’s side was a young girl, her face too gleeful and innocent to be garbed in such professional pencil skirts and a jacket that fit her a bit too snuggly. The rounds of her face and her tiny nose mirrored that of the blonde man- obviously they were siblings or some sort of relatives and she seemed to follow the man closely like a doe infatuated by its mother dear. Hold no doubt though this little lady was not as innocent as she came closer. Her cheery bright yellow soul had a very deep red core- not the dazzling passionate kindness he would have expected. it was the exact shade as the blonde man’s: an almost wine red, too close to blood and the black fog between the two connected souls obviously hinted to something sinister. The only difference between the assumed brother and siblings was that the man had a green tint instead of amber- this man was greedy. At that moment Alfred once again cursed the fact his brother got a double case, so unfair, these siblings looked like a fun case. They watched carefully as the tallest of the 3 told the girl something and pointed towards the Cafe cashier, they parted as she went to take an order and the 2 men moved for some seats.

Alfred knew Kiku would be naturally drawn to him, so it wasn’t peculiar to see Kiku suddenly perk up confused and look around before spotting him. The perks of being a hell-giver hah. Selfishly he mouthed a ‘hey there’ trying to seem casual and welcoming- yikes he really wasn’t used to his new body but at least he knew his smile was good since Kiku was actually quick to bring his guest towards their table. Thank the devil he didn’t accidentally use his fangs, he still hated these blunt biters. Kiku looked unsure but it was too late as his swiss accented partner had already ask who got him in such a rush and to “Not leave Lili confused as to where we are!”

“I must apologize to my new neighbours, please hold on Mr Zwingli.” That Asian meek voice still seemed so devoid of any evil. Mr Zwingli’s eyes twitched and his brow furrowed, he had seen the Japanese man apologize before but never quite so eager for supposedly the young men that were sitting near this table.

“Yo, Mysterious no-name neighbour! This is Matthew, he’s also in our apartment like I said before and that’s just a friend of ours”He pointed to Gilbert before jutting out a friendly handshake and Kiku obliged before giving his name (Alfred laughed internally, he knew more about Kiku than the man could ever assume, he didn't need an introduction- silly humans) Matthew nodded but took more interest in the man with the Swiss flag lapel pin.

“Pardon me, but are you the Mr Zwingli of Germanian Banking?” The man flinched before looking suspicious but Matthew’s smile was so disarming and seemingly too precious was able to be stop any detection of malice from the blonde man, he coughed before answering shyly.

“Formerly of Germanian Banking, I’ve gone independent now- working in finance with multiple new companies and clients on contracts, Mr Honda’s company is one of them in fact. Excuse my bluntness but...How do you know me? no offence but you look some college kid who woke up without coffee before a midterm…” Alfred could tell Matthew wanted to go hostile but his ass knew it would ruin the job, besides he was a professional even if it meant biting his tongue after insults.

“Finance and Econ.Grad,” his brother spoke, Alfred could only laugh, in the underworld, Matthew was the equivalent to a high ranking lawyer- not some shitty recent grad, what an awful cover-up they were given on earth.

Matthew’s voice carried on, ignoring Alfred’s scoff “In fact I’m looking for some internship work..got any space?” wolfishly Matthew smiled knowing full well his request was undeniable- charms always worked well on the less-socially inclined, and he had studied his case file well enough to know Vash Zwingli was not a social man at heart. In a way Alfred pitied him as he watched Matthew strategically manipulate, humans were too easy he supposed and he hope he was never cursed to be reincarnated as one- Devil have mercy if he was ever stuck with Matthew as one. Alfred’s own target had left quickly to assist the girl who had been stumbling and meekly making her way with 3 coffees on a tray, a balancing act as she navigated the closely knit tables. Her soul was so wild and strange but lightened even more as she arrived next to the banker, she felt more comfortable around him and only as Kiku stood behind her did her light aura flicker once more.

“Grüezi mitenand….” Her voice trailed off after looking at the rest of the crowd.

// (From Lili) [Swiss German] - Hello (to a group, formal) //

Vash huffed before quickly mumbling to his sister “Setzen Sie es auf einen anderen Tisch, wir werden nicht mit diesen ... Zeitverschwendern sitzen. Lassen Sie Herrn Honda einige persönliche Dinge tun. Hämmer kafi?”

// (From Vash) [German] - “Put it on another table, we will not sit with these ... time wasters. Let Mr. Honda do some personal things.” (From Vash) [Swiss German] - ‘“Do we have Coffee?”//

As the two shuffled to another table Kiku continued to stare at the twins, Alfred noted his calculating eyes and how his soul was tinting to an intrigued purple the longer he stared. This was going to be great.

For the first time ever his new human voice came out with an almost southern drawl- one that even the demon himself was surprised to hear come out of his mouth; none the less the new accent definitely caused the Japanese man to snap out of his long stare

“You ‘kay there Mr Kiku?”

God again those bright red cheeks, Al was pleased to know for the next few years he will be able to be the source of those blushes.

#hetalia #ameripan #hws america #hws japan #hetalia axis powers #hetalia world stars #hws #Hetalia Fanfiction #alternate universe #demon!au #heta #multichapter #hetalia fandom #fanfic

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buns-with-a-book · 4 years

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Meeting Nero

Because I need to write Nero at some point and he’s by far my weakest character to write about in DMC. Gotta start somewhere though. This is set after DMC4 but before DMC5, so Nero’s starting to become more mellow but isn’t quite there yet.

Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: Nero, Dante, OC Tags: @nimnox @furyeclipse @synchronmurmurs

Summary: Nero drops by the shop for the first time since the events of Fortuna. Of course someone gets brawled.

“Dante!” Cassandra called, staring down at the fancy neon sign just sitting in the main room of Devil May Cry. It was still wrapped in it’s protective plastic wrapping but that unmistakable silhouette told her everything. “Dante, why do we have a new sign? The old one’s still kicking!”

“It’s not for me!” Dante replied, walking down the stairs. He hoisted his coat on. “Nero’s coming on over.”

“Nero?” Cassandra turned on her heel, tilting her head at the older hunter. “The new kid you picked up?”

“Yep.” He looked over to the clock. “Should be coming any minute now.”

“You’re giving the new kid...a neon sign.” Cassandra repeated slowly. “No wonder you can’t pay the bills, you keep splurging on fancy neon signs!”

“Hey!” He pouted. “Morrison’s the one who commissions them, I just put my seal of approval on the stuff I like.”

“It does not change the fact that they're expensive as tits.” She pointed out. “You’re lucky that you don’t owe Lady money anymore.” She paused. “Unless you did something else that got you in debt again.”

“Not this time.” He grinned. “We got paid so well, we won’t need to worry about bills for a while.”

“Was that before or after Lady’s cut?”

“After.” Before Cassandra could ask more, the door opened. She turned to the door, watching as a young man walked in. She wasn’t sure what surprised her more: his silvery-white hair or the demonic right arm. She took a look to Dante, then back to the stranger.

“That’s Nero.” Dante said with a grin.

“Dante, that boy looks like he hasn’t had a good meal in years.” Cassandra huffed, stepping forward. “Name’s Cassandra. Cassandra Sagefire.” She held out her right hand for him to shake. Nero stood there for a moment before shaking her hand back.

“You’re a devil hunter too, right?” He asked.

“Yep.” Nero let go of her hand.

“Why weren’t you at Fortuna then?”

“Because Dante’s a tit.” She replied simply, ignoring the playfully indignant ‘hey!’ from the older devil hunter. “And someone needs to make sure Red Grave City doesn’t get overrun by demons while Dante’s gone. Dude’s got a reputation.” She paused, glancing back to Dante. “And because he’s a tit.”

“Ok, ok! I get it, I’m such a terrible big brother.” Dante ruffled her hair. “I was worried about you, ok Cass? Didn’t want you to get hurt in enemy territory.”

“Enemy territory is your middle name, Dante.” Cassandra threw off his hand, taking the moment to smooth out her hair. “But enough about you.” She refocused her attention onto Nero, who was just standing there watching the two banter. “Come on Nero. I’ll go make something for us because I’m not going to grill you for information while we’re standing in the doorway.” She pulled away, walking back to the kitchen. She heard footsteps behind her, presumably of the two devil hunters following her to the kitchen.

“You don’t have to-”

“I’m doing it anyway Nero.” Cassandra interrupted him. “Didn’t you feed him anything Dante?”

“Well...we kinda had a couple scuffles.”

“Scuffles.” She shot Dante a glare. “Your definition of scuffles usually translates to ‘full on bar fights’ but Fortuna doesn’t strike me as a place with a pub.” She ducked into the refrigerator. “Any preference of meat Nero?”

“Wait what?”

“I’ll take that as none.” She pulled out a package of lamb. “Unless you’re vegetarian-”

“No, that’s not it. I just had fish for the longest time.” Nero explained. She looked up, seeing the flustered look on his face.

“Huh.” She threw the package onto the counter. “What else...what else…” She muttered, closing the fridge. She set the oven to preheat before making her way to the cabinet. “Why only fish?” She asked.

“Only thing you could catch.” Cassandra paused at Nero’s explanation.

“No cow? Lamb? Not even chickens?” She asked.

“I mean, we had chickens. They just didn’t taste very good…”

“Oh you poor soul. No wonder you look like a stick.” She huffed, ignoring the ‘hey!’ she got in return. She rolled up her sleeves and reached up, grabbing an old cookbook. She flipped through the pages before settling on a savory spiced lamb recipe. She began to pull out spices from the cabinet, glancing from the book to the bottle to pick out the correct spices.

“Don’t worry kiddo, she’s always like this.” Dante said with a laugh.

“Only because I believe that a certain someone shouldn’t gorge himself on pizzas and sundaes all the time.” She retorted, not even giving Dante a look. Satisfied with the selection of spices, she set the cookbook on a book rack. “You boys better sit, this is gonna take a while to cook and I want to hear all about the shit that went on in Fortuna.”

“You’re never gonna let up on the fact that I didn’t take you, did I?” Dante groaned.

“You can bet on that.” She said, washing the lamb.

“I mean, I did take out the target that I was asked to take out.” Dante started.

“By jumping in from the ceiling and shooting him point-blank, asshole.” Nero said flippantly. Cassandra let out a groan.

“I bet you learned quick that Dante never learned the meaning of the word subtlety.” She sighed as she set the washed lamb in a glass cooking tray. “What else?”

“Everything went to shit.” Dante and Nero said in unison. Cassandra rolled her eyes as she went back to the fridge for the butter.

“That’s the case in any mission Dante’s involved, to be honest.”

“Excuse you, it was organized chaos.” Dante corrected her. Cassandra chuckled at the correction as she rubbed butter on the lamb.

“That’s still chaos, old man!” Nero snapped. As she finished buttering the lamb, she went to the sink to wash her hands.

“Ok ok, before you two start ripping each other apart, tell me more about Fortuna. Sounds like an island nation if all you had to eat was fish and shitty chicken.” Cassandra shook the water off her hands before drying it with an old grey hand towel.

“Well, they worshiped Sparda like a god.” Dante began. Cassandra hummed as she began to shake spices onto the lamb. “They were isolated from the world until Trish convinced me it was worth my time.” Cassandra snorted. That was quite the interesting way to say that Trish got him involved by going to Fortuna with the Devil Sword Sparda in hand. “So I went, took out some demons, and called it a day!”

“That’s not what happened and you know it.” Nero hissed.

“Oh yeah, I met this kid.”

“Dante!”

“I will take your heads and slam them against each other like coconuts if you two keep hissing at each other like cats.” Cassandra reminded them, closing the bottles of spices. She took the glass pan and slid it into the oven, quickly setting the oven to cook for half an hour. She put the spices away into the cabinet.

“Aww, Cass, I taught you better than that.” Dante teased, the kind of tease that she knew would just rile her up.

“You know what Dante? You’re right.” Cassandra whipped around. “How about a spar, Nero?”

“Wait, what?”

“Dante picked you up for a reason, didn’t he?” Cassandra asked. “And the lamb’s gonna cook for half an hour, so we have time to spare for a friendly assessment of skill.” Nero looked to Dante.

“Does she do this with everyone?”

“Yep.” Dante grinned. “She did it with me.”

“Sort of. We were hunting the same demon together when we first met and he offered me a place here. And Lady has a goddamn bazooka gun. I am not touching that with a ten foot pole because I will lose. But if it’s just sword versus sword, then I’ll go for it.” Cassandra explained. Nero stood up, taking the sword off his back.

“You want a brawl, I’ll give you one.”

“Oh, I think I’ll like you.” Cassandra led the way to the sparring room with Nero at her tail. “Hey Dante! You’re mediating if things get too rough!” She called. Dante laughed as they entered the sparring room. Astra snapped into her hand, she noted the lack of a response from Nero. As he took his spot on the other side of the room, he swung out his sword.

“You ready?” Nero growled.

“Gotta lay down some ground rules. I might pride myself on my resilience but I know damn well I’m not a cambion like you or Dante, magic sword or otherwise.” Cassandra pointed out. “No guns, it’s just sword versus sword. Your…” She gestured to the sword in Nero’s hand.

“Red Queen.”

“Her against my Astra.” She gave her rapier a twirl to emphasize it. Nero focused on the rapier.

“Doesn’t look like much.”

“Maybe, but it can pack a punch.” She glanced to Red Queen. “What about your sword? Certainly looks prettier than Rebellion, I’ll give her that.” She ignored the ‘hey!’ from Dante, who was leaning against the wall. “Unless she’s all show and no bite.” Nero scowled at that, slamming the tip of Red Queen into the ground. With a twist of his hand, the sword revved to life with flames encasing the blade.

“You done talking shit?” He growled. Cassandra grinned.

“This is gonna be fun. Let’s see why Dante picked you up!” With that, she sprinted forward. Nero swung Red Queen to his side, the two blades meeting. Cassandra strained to keep steady against Red Queen, the heat of flames encompassing the blade oppressive. Nero pushed her back, the tip of Red Queen slicing into her sleeve. She hissed from the cut but didn’t take long to focus on it. Nero charged forward, making her step to the side. He swung Red Queen to his back, once again hitting the rapier. She had to admit, Nero was skilled in fighting. She kicked against his back, using him as a jumping point to give herself distance between her and Nero. Ignoring the cheer from Dante, Nero twisted his hand against the handle of Red Queen to make the blade flare to life.

“Hey Nero! Do you do parties, because that’s one hell of a party trick!”

“Fuck off!” He rushed forward, Cassandra barely managing to dodge the swipe from Red Queen. She gave him a hard kick in the chest, earning a grunt from the younger hunter.

“Control your fire or you’ll get burned!” She yelled, just moments before Red Queen sliced forward again. Astra caught the blade a moment too late, sending the rapier flying out of her hands. Cassandra huffed, resummoning Astra to her side. She had to admit, he caught her off-guard with that maneuver. She held up Astra to block another swing, only for Nero to kick Astra out of her hands. She winced at the kick.

“You little shit…” She grumbled, holding her hand. “Alright, alright, I yield.”

“Good job kid, you beat me and my sis.” Nero looked at Dante, then to Cassandra, and then back to Dante visibly confused.

“I kinda adopted him as the older brother I never had.” Cassandra quickly explained, Astra disappearing to silver light. “I still have pictures of us back when I first met him. He had no taste in fashion.”

“And still doesn’t.” Nero mused, hooking Red Queen back onto his back.

“Hey!” Dante pouted.

“Look, nothing tops bad fashion by Dante then the time you only had the chest strap of your coat as a shirt.” Cassandra pointed out as she stood back up. “With that being said, I believe the lamb’s done cooking.” With that, casually ignoring the mock hurt on Dante’s face (and Nero’s own expression of disgust at the thought), Cassandra strode back to the kitchen to serve lunch.

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Cassandra watched as Nero walked away from Devil May Cry, the young man disappearing around the corner illuminated by the setting sun. Nero was a bit rough around the edges but she could tell, there was an admirable young man behind the roughness.

An admirable young man that shared quite a few traits with Dante.

It wasn’t something she missed during her interactions with him. Aside from physical traits (the white hair, blue eyes that looked particularly similar to Dante, the obvious sign of devil blood in his veins if that arm was anything to go by), it was the attitude she got from him. He was, relatively speaking, shyer than Dante but there were still moments where it shone through.

As she closed the door, she looked to Dante. He was leaning against the desk, looking to the packed up neon sign that awaited to be delivered to Fortuna.

“Alright Dante, who’s the mom?” Cassandra asked, crossing her arms. Dante didn’t respond. “Is it Lady? Lucia?” She glanced to the door. “...whose hand did you hold?” She asked, trying to get a joke in to get her answer.

“It doesn’t matter.” Dante finally said, his gaze moving to the ground. Cassandra winced. She knew that tone, the tone that pretty much ended conversations where they stood. It was the kind of tone that Dante had when he went down memory lane, and it wasn’t the fun kind of lane either. Normally, Cassandra would end it at that, but not this time.

“I think it does, since he walked right in and looked almost exactly like you.” She pointed out. “And there’s nobody else I know who has white hair and that specific shade of bright blue eyes.” Dante looked back up to her, the two hunters staring each other down. Finally, Dante let out a sigh of defeat.

“Ok, ok, fine.” He mumbled, walking around the desk. He flopped into his chair, staring at the portrait of Eva. “You already know I...had a brother, right?”

“I sang you to sleep many nights after your return from Mallet Island. You mentioned a Vergil and I figured he was someone important to you. It was only after I asked Lady about it that I got that he was your brother, but not much more than that.” Cassandra explained. Dante nodded but didn’t say much more. He didn’t need to. “Nero’s your nephew then.” Silence met her. “Look, Dante, I might not know much about your history or any scuffles with your kin, but hiding this from Nero...what’s your plan?”

“Just...gotta wait for the right moment.” Dante said softly.

“There will never be a ‘right moment’ to tell anyone anything.” Cassandra pointed out. “Look, I’m gonna keep my mouth shut because by the Earthmother, you just look miserable just talking about your brother.” She let out a sigh. “I am going to warn you that keeping this from Nero, it’s gonna bite ya in the ass one day.” The look on his face, she knew it well. It reminded her of the late nights after his return from the accursed island, when nightmares ripped him out of sleep. She wondered if the events of Mallet Island had made him more protective of her, the sibling he informally adopted. She strode across the room, sat on his lap, and pulled him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around her, sitting there in the stillness of the empty shop.

“Cass…” She heard Dante murmur.

“I know I’m harsh on you Dante.” She pressed her lips against his head. “But I love you. I don’t want to see you hurt any more than you already are.”

“‘M just tired…” He mumbled.

“Well, it is almost time for a nap.” She smiled a little before she began to hum, her hand moving to stroke his hair. She heard Dante’s breathing even out into quiet snores before closing her eyes, drifting off into slumber as well.

#devil may cry #devil may cry oc #devil may cry dante #devil may cry nero #dmc

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angelofstarlight · 4 years

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My OC part 1

This is part one of my OC. This is the Sailor Moon/Transformers part. I plan on doing the Fnaf part soon, I have to finish this part first. Once I am finished the Fnaf part will begin and that’s including the Fnaf characters as well. Now here’s everything about my OC.

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Name: Galaxy Selena Tsukino or Princess Galaxy Selena Lunaris

Race: Human/Lunarian

Appearance: Tall but a small and slender buildand pale moon white skin. She also has a pair of wings that are gold with snow white and silver feathers she earns during the battle against Chaos.

Eye colour: Crystal blue that brighten/dim with the emotion she is feeling but if they turn black pray she shows you mercy for harming anyone she cares for and they glow electric blue sometimes due to the All Spark

Height: 5'3/5'4 (5'6 in heels)she's a smol bean compared to everyone else

Weight: 117 lbs (120 lbs soaking wet)

Hair color: Golden Blonde

Age: 12 (A one shot summarizing all the '90s Sailor Moon seasons)

15 (A one shot of her meeting her's and Serena's aunt)

17-28 (one-shots after the Transformers movies)

Autobot guardian(s): Optimus Prime and Bumblebee (for several reasons)

Sibling: Serena

Nicknames: (Friends/Family) Gal, Galy, little star, squirt, kiddo/kid, pipsqueak, cube brain, youngling

(Enemies) brat, little pest, girl, child, little menace, welp, annoyance, irritating thorn

Clothing style: Galaxy may have been a princess in her past life but she can't stand overly fancy ball gowns. She prefers dresses that are simple but are acceptable for parties and balls. Mainly from the 1800's since they were both simple and fancy. Modern clothes Galaxy wears jeans, t-shirts and runners. However as she got older it changed to an off the shoulders blouse with a pirate corset, pants that were easy to run and move in with a pair of heeled boots that go up to the middle of her lower thigh and her sword at her side. Basically Galaxy dressed like she was in a pirate movie and when someone mentions that to her, Galaxy can't help but laugh and agree. However she will wear simple modern dresses or the simplest dresses from different time periods mainly the 1800's or 1900's. Galaxy will also wear knee length, slightly puffy skirts with a nice blouse/shirt plus the pirate corset and ankle or lower thigh length heeled boots. She does also own a dress suit for when she has to go to important meetings.

Personality: Galaxy is a strong, brave girl with the determination and protectiveness to her friends and a sweet personality. She also has a tendency to scare everyone half to death and is ill-tempered which she needs to control. As well as headstrong when it comes to completing things she wants done. Galaxy can also be very playful along with being snippy, snarky or sarcastic depending on the mood she is in at the time. She is also rather innocent when it comes to certain things like adult topics and doesn't get innuendos. Galaxy isn't interesting in relationships outside of family and friend love, so she will not realize you are flirting with her at all.

Quirks: Galaxy has been known to do random things when she gets bored. She also tries to invent things but they have blown up in her face or flung against the wall which lands her in the med-bay. Galaxy sometimes runs her mouth which often is directed at Megatron(and that causes Optimus to panic slightly). The young girl has also been known for doing what people believe is impossible. She can also go days without sleep but it also makes everyone concerned and infuriates Ratchet. Galaxy also doesn't do well on pain medication, she becomes very loopy and out of it making others laugh at what she says. She also has a slight caffeine addition that is starting to get a little out of hand because of all the paperwork she does.

Magic/Abilities: Galaxy is able to use all of the Sailor Scouts attacks (minus the Pluto and Saturn ones that only they have). She also has quiet a few spell books as well. Transformation magic and portals are what Galaxy struggle with in any life she has lived, however she has mastered smaller spells for each of those. Galaxy however will only use her magic unless she has no choice, she refuses to depend on her magic. Galaxy is also a very skilled sword woman due to years of practice. She is able to use three types of sword fighting styles and different fighting styles later on. Galaxy can also use abilities from the All Spark which are sensing spark signatures, bring small electronics to life, reviving offline robotic beings temporarily and controlling other robotic beings for a short period of times

Likes: Reading/learning new magic, playing games and being around her family.

Pet Peeve(s): Being called short, being called a child and being treated like she's made of china.

Weaknesses: Everyone who has ever met or known Galaxy briefly believed she didn't have a weakness but in truth she does. She can not see her family die or she just breaks. Her protectiveness to her friends is also another one of her weaknesses because she would take the hit for them. Galaxy also can't fight when severely injured, it would only hurt her more.

Fears: She had a fear of thunder and lightning. It always makes her remember the Moon Kingdoms finally day (Ratchet has to sedate her when there is a thunderstorm). Galaxy is also petrified of clowns. Whether it is a picture or a person in a costume she freaks out and hides. Her fear is so horrible whenever she sees a clown, Galaxy stays near Optimus until she fine (Which takes a while). Galaxy also has a fear of losing her family which also can be a weakness for her as well. She is also afraid of Megatron at times but soon overcomes that with time. Galaxy also has a fear of water because when she was younger she unintentionally opened a portal above a pond at four and almost drowned but didn't thanks to Serena helping her.

#My character #Sailor Moon #Transformers

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stars-and-rose · 5 years

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Some Birthday Fluff

It’s Thomas’s Birthday! And honestly, I had to write something birthday related to celebrate!

Fandom: Thomas Sanders/Sanders Sides

Pairings: None, it’s all platonic goodness here!

Summary: It’s literally what the title says. Birthday fluff.

Word Count: 1,603

Trigger Warnings: None!

Today was important. If only Thomas could remember why. He laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling, attempting to remember why he thought today was so important. Was he supposed to film today? No, that wasn't it. Did he have plans? Not that he could remember. So what was- "Um, excuse me, why are you awake?" A familiarly annoying voice snapped, followed by the obnoxious sound of slurping. Thomas rolled over at glared at the aspect. "Hmmm?" Remy, as the Fanders had dubbed Thomas's Sleep, seemed to roll his eyes behind the dark lens of his sunglasses. "It's seven am, babe. Too early to be up. It's me time, back to bed."

"But-" "If you're not going to appreciate me, I'm going to go out for the whole week." Remy threatened. Thomas sighed, rolling back over and burying his head in his pillow, "Only an hour." "Mmmhmm, so like three." Remy tossed his empty Starbucks drink onto the floor, sitting on the edge of Thomas's bed and pulling out his phone. As soon as he heard Thomas began to snore, he sent a simple text. "he's out. get ur shit done down there, babes.' ------ Downstairs, hell had broken loose. Patton was in the kitchen, electric mixer in one hand and can of sprinkles in the other. His eyes kept glancing to the handwritten recipe book on the counter, and cake batter was spattered all over his clothing. The kitchen smelled like vanilla and sweets, and containers of food dye were thrown half-hazardly across the counter. Sitting on the living room floor was Logan, holding a pair of scissors as he cut through the wrapping paper. Scraps of the colorful paper covered the floor by his feet, and pieces of tape were stuck on his arms. A small pile of presents was stacked next to the logical side. Roman was practicality hanging off a ladder, trying to put up a banner with a suspicious amount of glitter decorating words written in fancy cursive. Virgil was holding the ladder, stabilizing the equipment so the dramatic side on the ladder wouldn't fall, and making sure the banner was straight. (Even though Roman claimed he was incapable of hanging it straight and had to hang it gay.) And Deceit was sitting on the opposite side of the room, admiring the pure chaos in front of him. The phone in his lap went off, and the local snake looked down, reading the message. "Remy says he got Thomas asleep, but he doesn't know for how long." Now, that last part hadn't been included in the message, but Deceit couldn't help but snicker as the announcement caused the other sides to become even more panicked. Deceit continued to observe the chaos, calling out occasional helpful tips such as, "Patton the cake is going to burn," "Logan, you ripped the wrapping paper," or "Roman you're about to fall off the ladder." (The last one was practically the most fun to say, as it caused Roman to actually almost fall and Virgil freak out about how dumb the creative side was.) What? Just because Deceit agreed to help the others with this celebration didn't mean he wasn't going to have fun with it. ------- Thomas woke up again, his mind much clearer. How long had Remy gotten him to sleep for? A look at his clock showed it was almost ten. Thomas sat up abruptly, scaring the annoyance that was his sleep. "Babes- more sleep?" "No, it's time to get up." After a brief argument with Remy, Thomas rolled out of bed and stared at the wall for a solid minute. He was forgetting something, but he still couldn't remember what- A loud crash echoed from downstairs. Thomas jumped, "What was that?" Remy shrugged a little too quickly for it to be nonchalant. "I'm sure it was nothing. Hun-" But Thomas was already out the door. He scrambled down the stairs, expecting a thief or a murderer to be standing in his living room. Instead, he found his sides. Patton had icing in his hair and was sticking candles into a cake. Logan was standing over his shoulder, counting the number of candles Morality put into the desert. Roman and Virgil were sprawled across the living room floor, both looking tired, Roman glaring at a ladder that was on the ground next to him. Anxiety was lecturing Creativity about "How god damn stupid are you to fall off the ladder-." Deceit was lounging on the couch, and he was the first to meet eyes with their host. "The jig definitely is not up." That caused a round of chaos, Patton almost sticking his hand into the cake and Logan almost stabbing Patton with the candle he was holding. Virgil and Roman got off the floor, both a bit red-faced. The room was quiet for a few seconds before Patton broke it with a soft and bright, "Happy Birthday!" Thomas tilted his head, staring at the room. The cake Patton and Logan had the words "Happy birthday, Thomas!" written in blue icing. A stack of presents was next to the cake, all wrapped expertly. The room was filled with a rainbow of balloons (though there were more red and purple balloons than any other color) and a big banner proclaiming the same words as the cake. Oh. It was his birthday. Thomas looked back up the stairs, where Remy was leaning against the wall. "You were in with this, weren't you?" Remy grinned lazily. "The sides asked for me to keep you distracted. Think of it as my birthday gift to you, a few more hours of sleep. Now, I'm out of Starbucks and that simply doesn't work, babe. Ciao!" With that final remark, the aspect vanished in a cloud of white. Thomas blinked, glaring at the spot where Remy once was. "He better come back tonight." "Don't worry about that, happy birthday kiddo!" Patton gave him a bear hug, nearly knocking him over. Thomas laughed a bit. "You guys planned me a party?" "It was mostly Logan doing the planning," Virgil noted, and Roman nodded picking up the ladder and leaning it against the wall. The logical side seemed a bit smug as he nodded to the other's statement. "You guys didn't have too-" "But we did! Now, no more talking, I made a cake." The fatherly figure of the group dragged Thomas to the kitchen, forcing him to sit. The others crowded around him, and as soon as Logan finished lighting the candles, the lights were switched off. A quick rendition of happy birthday filled the air, with Roman singing like it was the climax of a Broadway show and Logan rapping it. It was a strange thing to listen to, but Thomas was too elated to care. As soon as the song stopped, Thomas took a deep breath and blew out the candles. It took three tries, but he managed to extinguish all the flames. "Did you make a wish?" Roman asked. Thomas winked at the fanciful side. "You know I did." Patton begins to cut the cake (with Virgil reminding him every three seconds to be careful with the knife). The moral side had made a layer cake, each layer forming a rainbow, with rainbow sprinkles mixed into the white icing. "This is horrible, Patton," Deceit said with a mouthful of cake. Morality's face fell. Logan sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Deceit is lying, Patton." "Oh! Thank you then!" Patton ran over and gave the snake-like side a hug. Thomas couldn't help snorting at the confused expression on Deceit's face. Once the cake had been finished, Roman clapped his hands excitedly. "Present time!" Thomas's attention was drawn to the stack of presents on the counter. "You guys got me gifts?" Virgil nodded, and from his position on the counter, right next to presents, handed him the gift on top of the pile. "Logan wrapped these, but I'm pretty sure this one's mine." Thomas carefully unwrapped the paper, revealing a small roll-on bottle. Before Thomas could ask, his anxious side said. "I've been reading up on ways to help with anxiety, and I saw that essential oils can help? I know there's orange and cedarwood in there, but I can't remember the rest-" "Thanks, Virge. I really appreciate it." Thomas beamed at him, and Virgil flashed a peace sign before grabbing the next gift. "I think This one's Logan and Roman's." Thomas blinked. "Logan. Roman- you worked together? Without setting something on fire?" "Hey! We can work together perfectly fine!" Logan nodded along. "We had similar ideas, it made sense to collaborate." After unwrapping the present, Thomas looked down at the small journal in his hands. "It's a book of poetry." Logan supplied. "Logan and I took turns writing poems, and there's 356 in there, one for each day in the year!" Another smile formed on Thomas's lips. "It's fantastic. Thanks, you two." As Virgil handed over the last gift, Patton bounced up and down on his heels. "That one's mine!" The wrapping paper removed, Thomas held up a scrapbook. "Patton, did you make this?" "Yes-sir-re! I found some old photographs lying around in my room and decided to make this!" "That's so sweet, thank you!" Logan looked over at Deceit. "Did you get him a present?" Deceit rolled his eyes, flicking his hands out in jazz hands. "I'm here, and I'm not causing problems. Isn't that a good enough present?" Thomas gave him a light smile. "It works for me." It really did. The warmth in Thomas's chest made his smile grow, and he knew this was going to be a birthday he remembered.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #remy sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #sympathetic deceit #kinda? he's kinda just chilling here not gotta lie #get it haha!#i'll leave #ANYWAY #Birthday #birthday fluff #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #happy birthday thomas!#emily writes

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Island Hopper-Chapter 25: Honeymoon Sweet

Previously on Island Hopper: Chapter 24: Stag Night Seth wants to give Jamie a stag night, and Joe and John have a bachelorette night with Claire.

The Sheraton was amazing, the lobby high-ceilinged and grand, with a chandelier in the entrance and checkerboard black and white marble flooring. Even in our fancy club wear I felt underdressed, and particularly foolish when the valet took the keys to my mom’s rusty Honda with a slight wrinkle to his nose and curl to his lip.

“John and Joe had my mom pack a bag for us,” I whispered to Jamie, cringing slightly as I brought the small backpack out of the car before the valet left us at the entrance. “I’m kind of dreading looking in it to see what she thought we would want.”

He grinned and shook his head, turning to open the entrance door for me.

“They canna truly have paid for us to stay here, Ri-pālle,” he said then, gazing with wide eyes at the spacious lobby. I felt nearly as awestruck as he appeared. I’d stayed in a few nice resorts through the years, but never anything as glamorous as this. Finally he shook off his awe and squared his shoulders, looking down at me with a sly smile.

“Come along, woman,” he said, taking me firmly by the hand and leading me to the check-in desk.

“Reservation for Fraser,” he said confidently to the suited concierge behind the desk, who, after tapping on his keyboard and asking twice how we spelled our last name, found the reservation.

“A gift, it seems,” the clerk said. “With an open tab for room service if desired.”

Jamie narrowed his eyes and shook his head slightly—not so much that the suited gentleman noticed, but enough that I did. I squeezed his hand. This was quite decadent enough without taking undue advantage of John and Joe’s generosity.

The concierge signaled for a bellhop to come assist us, and after an awkward moment as the young man held out his hands before I surrendered the backpack, the two of us followed him from the lobby into a towering ten-story atrium. The hotel rooms opened out to balconies overlooking a geometric fountain surrounded by stately palm trees in pots. I tried to minimize my astonishment, gripping Jamie’s hand and trying to direct his gaze toward the stunning surroundings as we entered the elevator and waited in awkward silence as it climbed to the seventh floor, until the bellhop had opened our door and Jamie had scrabbled through his wallet for a wrinkled five-dollar bill, after which we entered the room and closed the door.

“So, this is what you would have preferred for our actual honeymoon?” Jamie asked, taking in the smooth white bed linens, the glossy furniture, the gentle glow of bedside lamps. He ran his fingers through his hair, then stepped hesitantly into the center of the room and looked back at me, eyebrows raised.

“It is pretty decadent,” I agreed. “But our wedding night and honeymoon were much more memorable. Anyone could have their wedding night in a hotel…”

“Aye,” Jamie agreed, moving over to the bed and untying his deck shoes, wiggling his toes gratefully once he had shoes and socks off. I kicked off my spangly heels, padding over to the sliding glass door that led out to a balcony. I opened the door and went out, stunned for a moment by the lights of the island and the view of the infinity pool eight stories down, lit up for nighttime swimming. It was surreal, to say the least. Jamie didn’t follow me, so I went back into the room to find him still sitting on the bed.

He was looking at me wistfully. “I do love your family, truly, Ri-pālle,” he said. “And this room is amazing… But somehow I canna wait until it is just you and I in our little apartment.”

“With the geckos and mosquitos?” I asked teasingly, shutting the door behind me.

“Them I could do wi’out,” he smiled, winking at me.

“I know what you mean, though,” I said, walking up to him and stepping between his knees, resting my arms on his shoulders. “Until now it's kind of been just the two of us.”

“Wi’ a little Rupert and Angus thrown in,” Jamie added, linking his hands behind my back and smiling up at me as he pulled me toward him.

“But not too much,” I mused, imagining our friends noisily tromping into our apartment.

Our apartment. I felt a pang in my stomach and as I realized what I was feeling, pushed away from Jamie and exclaimed in surprise, “Babe… I think I’m homesick!”

His look of discomfort softened, and I leaned forward to kiss him gently.

“I am as well, mo chridhe,” he whispered, drawing me down onto his lap. “Sit wi’ me for a bit, and I ken both of us will soon feel better.”

He drew my head to his shoulder, tucking it under his chin, wrapping his arms thoroughly around me. I breathed deeply and melted into him, slipping my shoulder under his arm, curling my body against his. I found myself humming contentedly and closed my eyes with a sigh.

“Dammit, Jamie,” I murmured. “I was yours from that very first day you held me in your arms.”

In response, he chuckled and tightened his arms around me. I felt the soft pressure of a kiss on my forehead.

“You looked alluring tonight.” He spoke slowly, his deep voice rumbling under my ear. “Dancing in your sparkly top and sandals,” he mused as his hand traced over the spaghetti straps of the tank and drifted down my back. “Wearing these jeans, tight as a second skin,” he added, the firm warmth of his palm moving lower until he stopped with it gripping the curve of my backside.

I’d wanted him earlier, but the extravagance of the hotel had stunned me out of it. Now I felt the glow begin again, warmth creeping from my abdomen outwards.

“I’m taking these foolish wee things off you,” he said, nudging me off his knee and into a standing position in front of him again. He reached for the button of my jeans, his forehead wrinkling in concentration as he undid it, a slow smile creeping over his face as he looked up at me and gripped the zipper.

There was something disconcerting about being undressed. My heart rate increased and I flushed as I watched him pull the zipper downwards and then slip his hands inside my jeans to spread the tight waistband and push it down over my hips.

He took his time drawing the jeans down to the floor, his hands tracing their way down my thighs. “You did indeed shave today,” he said. “Your skin is as soft as... a cat’s fur.”

“A cat?” I asked. “Did you have a cat growing up?”

“Aye, but we arna talking about Bòidheach right now,” Jamie said, returning to a sitting position after holding the jeans down as I stepped out of them. He ran his hands back up my legs, and the gentle touch stirred me so thoroughly I closed my eyes in response.

“Now these are even more foolish,” he murmured, his hands tracing over the sides of my lacy panties. “But I’ll leave them on you a wee bit longer.”

“Will you?” I asked, feeling breathless.

“This, now,” he mused, and I could feel his hands at my waist, slipping slowly under the tank top. “The way you moved in it! A Dhia, I felt as if every eye in the place was on ye.”

I backed away from him playfully, raising my arms up as if still at the club, dance moves somewhere between club Claire and dancing-with-the-Marshallese-kiddos Claire. I turned around, facing away from him, still swiveling my hips.

“Come here,” Jamie groaned. “Before ye kill me… Itōk, Ri-pālle.”

He reached his hand out to me and once again swept me into his lap as I approached him.

“I’m curious, Claire. Do ye like it here?” Jamie asked as I rested in his arms.

“I love my family,” I said. “But it’s so busy and chaotic.”

“I agree,” he responded. “It is so loud. So commercialized. It seems as if it is all about money and what ye have and drive. What you buy. What you accomplish.”

“Arno is such a simple place,” I said. “I’d forgotten the constant barrage of advertising and noise. The distraction of my silly cell phone dinging all the time.”

I could feel him nodding his head as he spoke gravely, “I havena seen the stars since I got here. Havena just sat alone in the silence. Haven't quietly watched the sun rise on the beach. I haven't read. And other than lighting the candles at midnight mass,” he confessed soberly, ”I havena prayed.”

I sighed. “I feel like we’ve lost something being here. Because I have felt jealous, petty, bitter, possessive--about you, I mean. I’ve seen all these gorgeous young girls, and unwittingly I've been calling myself ugly, old, frizzy...” At this, Jamie frowned and shook his head.

“Ye shouldna speak so to yerself,” he scolded. “I would never say such things. To me, you are the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“You’re sweet,” I said. “But here there is just too much to compare myself to. Magazine covers in the grocery store, billboards, petite Asians and tanned- skinned Chamorrans. I feel like I'm clinging to you just to try to feel valuable. This isn't working, and I’m so glad we will be going home soon.”

“Do you imagine we will ever be able to return to civilization?” Jamie asked earnestly. “I'm serious. Will we ever be able to tolerate the noise and chaos? The commercialism?”

“Sadly,” I said, “I think we could. I think if we move to the states or Scotland, we will easily forget simplicity. But for now, babe, there are far better things for us to focus on.”

“Ayet,” Jamie responded, with such enthusiasm that I sat up and looked at his face. “Such as to finally remove this top!” His smile was blinding, and the crinkle of affection at the corner of his eyes endearing. His arms around me tightened.

I closed my eyes as his lips met mine. Warm, strong hands on my body claimed familiar territory, and I felt firm flesh under my own hands, his skin smooth over the gentle ripple of muscles and occasional jut of bone. I let out a little sigh.

I could feel his lips pull back in a smile against mine, and then his warm breath and insistent lips on my neck and collar bone.

“Will ye have me, then?” he asked, his hand hesitating just under the hem of my tank top.

I pulled away from him for a second, meeting his eyes. “Seriously, Jamie…?”

“I’m no’ confused,” he explained. “I just want to hear it from your lips.”

“I love you, babe,” I said, punctuating the phrase with kisses. “And yes, of course I want you. Badly!”

“Good,” he said with a satisfied smile. “I believe I'll be able to accommodate ye.”

Sometime later the two of us were tousle-haired and sweaty in our gorgeous suite overlooking the moon-lit ocean. Jamie was stretched out on the bed looking satisfied and I felt flushed and a little stunned as well.

I looked at Jamie, shaking my head. “That girl at the club wanted you. And she wasn’t the only one.”

“What are you talking about?” Jamie asked skeptically.

“Seth’s friends were salivating all over you on Cocos Island. When I watch you walk around, you don’t know how many pairs of eyes are following you, how many girls stand up straighter, suck in their stomachs and stick out their chests when you walk by.”

Jamie shook his head sheepishly as if he didn’t believe me at all.

“When he visited, there was one thing that Frank said that did strike fear in my heart,” I said, taking a deep breath and continuing hesitantly. “I don’t remember his exact words, but what he said was that if you were this young and this physical, that you would get bored of sex with me, or feel like I was too old for you.”

“Oh, lass,” said Jamie empathetically. He reached out for my hand, pulling me into the bed to rest in his arms.

“Was Frank right?” I asked quietly. “How can I know you’ll always love me? That I’ll be enough for you?”

Jamie looked at me for a moment, brows furrowed. Finally he spoke. “Claire, what you are to me is more than sex. Which I do love, don’t mistake me. I love it now, and I’ll love it if you ever get lukkuun pregnant and bloated. I’ll love it if you get soft and round like a good Majel mama and even if you get skinny—though, ye shouldna ever get too skinny,” he commented, his hands straying down to my hips. I giggled and shook my head, but kept looking at him, waiting for him to continue.

“I hope we make our kids groan and plug their ears with the noises we make when they’re teenagers,” Jamie grinned. “And I hope I’m still taking you to bed when we’re old and gray in our flat in the retirement village.”

By then I was laughing through tears, and Jamie handed me tissues from the dispenser on the bedside table, then took me in his arms again. “And I’ll be creeping down the hall in the carehome even when I’m half senile, climbing into your bed because in your arms I can remember.”

“Are you serious?” I asked him. “But that’s still just sex.”

“That’s not all,” Jamie continued. “When I lost my ma and Willie, and then my da, when I left Scotland and Murtagh and Jenny and Ian, I lost my family. My home. My sense of belonging. And ye ken Dougal. He isna given to much affection.”

“You’re right,” I responded, nodding. “He’s not much of a hugger.”

“I traveled through school, and the first taste of being loved again was John,” Jamie murmured. “I couldna be what he wanted, but he still cared for me even after he knew that.”

I snuggled closer to him.

“And my students… they fill me. Rupert and Angus, the numpties, they’ve been friends to me. But then you arrived. And ye took care of me, Ri-pālle. You healed me, looked after me, fed me, enjoyed my company, hugged me.”

I squeezed him and closed my eyes.

“Ye felt comfortable, Claire, like family, even though I was also lusting after ye. You called me ‘mo chridhe’ by accident once, and my heart ached at the words. I hadna been called that in a long time.”

“I remember that,” I whispered back. “I remember the look on your face.”

“And then you wanted me too. You wanted to save me from being sent back home. But you wanted me. My company, my friendship, my body, my love. And when I met your parents, when your da called me ‘son,’ my heart felt like it was going to explode. I… I didna just marry you for your body, Claire. I married you for your company. I married you for your soul. I married you so you could always be my family.”

I pulled him down to me for a kiss.

“It doesna matter where we live, who we become.” Jamie said seriously, looking into my eyes. “Because Claire, you are my family.”

He placed his hand on my breast, over my heart. “And this right here?” He said. “This, Ri-pālle, this is home.”

Next Up: Chapter 26: Father, Forgive Me... Jamie’s got a lot of built up bitterness toward his father.

#I split & lengthened chapter 24 #More love scenes #Jamie x Claire #on Guam #Christmas gift #Outlander fan fic #outlander aesthetic #Marshall Islands #betweensceneswriter #island hopper #Chapter 25

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Whirlwind: Part IV - A Secret Quartet fanfic (FFnet | AO3)

(Part I/Part II/Part III): Jake should be used to ominous predictions by now. Randy should know better than to blindly follow McFist. Adrien should think twice before sneaking away. And Danny should’ve expected something like this when he got that phone call. (Timeline post)

5:53 PM

Jake couldn’t find an obvious hole in security around the building where the fashion show gala whatever-it-was was being held—every entrance was guarded and all the windows were closed, assuming any actually opened in the first place—and that made his job a little harder. He could probably get in from the roof. After all, a locked door was no match for his dragon claw unless it was magically locked, and this wouldn’t be. No, his problem with that method was the fact that there were cameras everywhere. He’d already have to invent some cover story in case people realized this first attack was due to magic; he didn’t need to add a dragon sighting to the mix.

He flew for about a block and a half before dropping into an alley, changing, and doubling back. His very human eyes picked out even fewer details than he had as a dragon, so he lurked across the street for a bit so he could text Fu and Danny and fill them in. The Ninja had told him enough to worry him. The fact that this place had been targeted out of everything else that was going on in the NYC tonight?

Not a coincidence.

Definitely not a coincidence.

Jake already knew Chat Noir had done some research. He’d found their shop, after all. It wouldn’t have been hard for him to find their family, either. Or his mom’s catering business. But the fact that he knew she’d be here tonight?

Jake made sure his phone was on silent before shoving it back into his pocket. In his book, going after parents was a low blow. His mom might know about the magical world, but she didn’t have dragon powers, so she couldn’t exactly defend herself as easily as her father or her kids. Endangering her was pretty much a declaration of war in Jake’s book. Even the elves she worked with didn’t do much in terms of magic; they wouldn’t be able to protect themselves, let alone anyone else, if it came down to a fight.

Jake kinda doubted she’d drop everything and leave, given how that would look, but at the very least, he could warn her. And hide somewhere nearby in case she needed protection. Even if she didn’t want him to.

Magic was looking like his best bet to get into this place, even if Gramps wouldn’t approve.

Well.

Magic, or maybe just the truth. Or at least a half truth. It would probably look better when he tried to explain this to everyone else if magic wasn’t his first resort.

He tried to pat his hair into something his mother might think was an acceptable position before peeling off to approach one of the security guards, a stern-faced lady with greying hair pulled back into a bun. “I’m Jake Long,” he said when he’d reached her. “The caterer’s son. She asked me to come by and help move some things.”

The dubious look he received had him pulling out his student card, which was about the only ID he actually had. “See?”

“Sorry, kid. Can’t let anyone in without the proper clearance, and unless I hear from someone else, that’s going to include you.”

“But my mom—”

“I don’t make the rules, kiddo.”

Jake managed not to scowl at the nickname. “Can’t you at least radio someone? Ask for Susan Long to come down? She’ll vouch for me.” His mother would not be happy, but she’d understand.

“Look, I don’t think you understand—”

“Are you sure you understand?” interrupted Jake. “This is an important party, yo. Do you want to be the one who ruined it because you wouldn’t let in the caterer’s help?”

“Listen, kid. The caterer has all the help she needs, and all those people have the proper clearance and badges to prove it. You don’t. So beat it.”

Of all the times not to have his board with him. There was no way this lady would’ve been able to catch him if he did, even in this crowd.

He didn’t have time to go back and get Fu to brew up a potion.

He didn’t really have a lot of time to wait around and focus for any fancy magic of his own, either, not when he didn’t know how things had gone down with Danny or if this Chat Noir had set anything up—or if his potential partner had, assuming it wasn’t the Ninja who had baited the trap Jake was trying to walk right into.

So he bolted, making a beeline for the door. The security guard was right on his tail, but he was used to that, and he was as good at ducking underneath obstacles as he was at flying over them. Of course, he didn’t know if the door was locked, and he didn’t have the time to pick it, so he called up what dragon strength he could in human form and wrenched it open. This nearly sent him flying back because it hadn’t been locked, probably because there was some kind of First Aid station set up just inside the doors, and he plowed through them and jumped the barriers without missing a beat.

He had to find his mom.

He had to warn her.

The fact that the first attack had been here couldn’t have been a coincidence.

If she at least knew to keep an eye out, that there was someone around, probably someone who was watching her, she and the rest of her crew could be extra careful. Take more precautions than usual. And spend as little time hanging around as possible.

With that in mind, Jake twisted around the new security guard that had joined the chase and raced down the hall. He tried to get his bearings as he went. He’d come in some side entrance, off the beaten path but not disconnected from the main hall that he could see ahead. He got through the next set of doors and ran full tilt into another pair of security officers. A few quick breaths of flame surprised them enough to give him time to scramble to his feet, vault over the next set of barriers, and keep going.

The fire probably hadn’t been the brightest idea, in hindsight; now, they probably thought he had a lighter and maybe that he was a particularly stupid arsonist. In all likelihood, it would bring more people down on him. But he worked with what he had. Once he got to his mom and warned her, then he’d leave. Sneak out, if that was actually possible, but at the very least willingly be kicked out.

Hopefully, his mom would step in if they actually called the police.

Jake didn’t pay attention to the screams. He just kept running and dodging, zigzagging and sliding, weaving and rolling. He scattered more than a few chairs, tore down a banner or two or ten, and tried to be as inconspicuous in his use of dragon powers as possible.

There was more than a little flame in his wake, though.

Which might have set off the fire alarm.

And activated the sprinklers.

Just a little bit.

He risked a glance over his shoulder, confirmed that they were still chasing him, and then looked forward. Realizing too late he was about to careen into the table, he tried to brake, swerve, jump it, anything, but he was going too fast to control it, especially with the wet floors, and—

“Jake Long!”

Something that may have been caviar slid down the side of his face, joining the mess of unidentifiable hors d’oeuvres in his lap and, well, everywhere else.

“Just what do you think you’re doing, young man?”

He was so dead.

“Um…. Delivering a message?” He couldn’t tell her in front of everyone that he was trying to warn her. Not that there were many people left besides her staff—who knew about him, being elves—and the guards chasing him. The only reason she was standing over him, soaking wet and glaring, was because she’d recognized the magic in the fire most humans couldn’t identify. She thought this mess was his fault, that he’d ruined this show—gala—whatever it was—for nothing.

“You did all this,” Susan Long repeated slowly, her voice quiet and tight, “just to deliver a message? Jake, I’m going to be lucky if anyone hires me after this. Gabriel Agreste has his fingers in a lot of pots, even over here. What can possibly be so important that you would do this?”

Jake looked behind him, decided he had enough time, and hurriedly whispered, “There’s going to be an attack. I think. This new guy in town, Chat Noir, he knows about us. About all of us. He’s going to try to hurt you—”

“Jake.” Something in Susan’s expression had softened, if not enough to save his hide. “I appreciate your concern, but you need to learn to judge the situation at hand.” She was speaking though her teeth now, a tight apologetic smile fixed on her face as she turned to the guards who’d come up behind him. “My apologies for my son’s antics,” she said. “We will of course pay for the damage he caused.”

Jake swallowed.

He wasn’t sure his mother’s company and his family’s savings combined could cover everything he had just done. Insurance wasn’t going to help if they thought he’d done this on purpose, and he couldn’t exactly tell anyone else the truth.

How had he managed to screw up this much in such a short period of time?

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6:24 PM

They were ruined before opening night. Oh, something might be salvageable. The new opening could be staged elsewhere tomorrow night, possibly even with an improvised, shorter show as a teaser outside tonight. But he had come here for more than just the show; that had merely been a convenient guise.

A quick test of the waters had proven fruitful, lending credence to information he hadn’t been sure was reliable.

Finding Chat Noir in the city as well was simply a delightful bonus. Without his usual fighting partner by his side, there was an even greater chance than usual that he’d finally acquire the Ring of the Black Cat.

Especially now.

He didn’t know the details of what had happened, of course. Not yet. But he could find out easily enough. Even in the midst of the terror and chaos, he could feel the anger, the hurt, the shame, the disappointment.

The others could wait for him a little bit longer.

He cradled his hands and called a butterfly to him, infusing it with magic. “Destroyed by a child’s folly and burning with righteous fire within. What better time than now to let her fury blaze freely? Fly away, my little akuma, and blacken her heart!”

The akuma flitted off immediately, and he didn’t have to wait long until the connection was made. Sensing his victim’s heart, he smiled. “Hello, Dracona,” he said. “My name is Hawk Moth. I know how it feels to be betrayed by your own blood, to be painted as the draconian villain. I’ll help you to unleash your inner fire and find fairness in flame to teach a lesson that won’t be so easily forgotten. All I ask in return is for you to gather as much information on what passes for superheroes in this city as you can—and to fetch the ring of Chat Noir if he crosses your path. Do we have a deal?”

He was used to immediate agreement. Instead, he sensed laughter. “Hawk Moth,” drawled his chosen champion, “I haven’t heard of you before. You don’t sound like the Mothman.”

He gritted his teeth, took a breath, and said, “I am far from mere fantasy. I can grant you power—”

“Let me unlock my own power,” she breathed, “and you have a deal.”

“It is always a matter of unlocking your own power,” he assured her, not adding that Nooroo’s magic truly let the transformation occur. “Do we have an agreement?”

“Yes, Hawk Moth.”

He felt the magic overtake her, transform her, but there was something…wilder about it than he was used to. As if Dracona would prove more troublesome than most. The magic seemed stronger than it should, but not in his favour—as if she really did have her own power.

The notion was ridiculous, of course. Mere humans could only obtain power as he had, with magical objects. It was never inherently within them. More likely, this one had simply unleashed an inner fury she typically kept contained.

He heard a roar, a cacophony of screams, and smiled.

Chat Noir would return, as would this Ninja, and with any luck, the power he had granted Dracona would help him gain more of his own.

XXXXXXX

6:07 PM

Randy had barely gotten back inside the venue where this fashion show gala thing was being held when the fire alarm started blaring and the sprinklers went off.

Naturally, he hid, so instead of getting swept out of the building with everyone else, he was still around to see more than a few pairs of sodden security guards escort a sullen teenager from the building. He saw the woman walking a step behind them, a string of apologies falling from her lips, and guessed that whoever she was—she was wearing a uniform, so she had to be someone—that she was responsible for the boy.

And it didn’t take a genius to guess that the poor shoob was probably the one who’d wonked this up big time.

As fire marshals cleared the last of the building, Randy slipped out to follow the kid and the other woman. Hopefully, he’d get a better idea of who was feeling worse before they split up. Not that that would stop the Sorceress if this was her work; she’d just target both of them. Heck, she might just target the entire crowd. There had to be a lot of people out there who were sure their evening had been ruined, Marci and McFist included….

“I can’t go home, Mom,” complained the boy when the guards had finally left—miraculously without calling the cops, as far as Randy could tell. He wondered how many strings had had to be pulled for that to happen. He and Howard probably wouldn’t have gotten off so easily if they’d been caught red-handed like this boy. “I’ve got—y’know—that business I’ve gotta take care of.”

The mother’s lips thinned. “Then go to the store and fetch your grandfather. I don’t want you working alone on this, Jake.”

“But you—”

“The only danger I’m in is of losing my business after what you’ve done.”

Randy winced even as the boy deflated. His mom’s tone hadn’t been angry, exactly. More quietly disapproving, dripping with disappointment and a touch of resignation. As if the damage was done, as if there wasn’t time to be angry. Or—judging by the tightness of her expression—as if it weren’t the time or place to make a scene.

“Just let me fix this—”

“Jake,” his mother snapped, “leave it. You’ve done enough. I don’t have any more strings to pull and my favours won’t mean anything if I can’t recover from this. If you are right about there being more danger than usual, then I won’t let you work alone. You know I’m not unprotected. Go. Your responsibility isn’t for me.”

“But—”

“Now.”

Jake’s burning face betrayed the shame he was feeling, but he still opened his mouth to argue. Randy bit his lip. The Sorceress would make short work of either of these two---and probably practically anyone in the crowd who was crying over a ruined dress or angry over a ruined night or—

This was going to be bad.

He could use some help.

He kinda wished the dragon had stuck around, but maybe it was best that he hadn’t; fire-breathing dragons didn’t exactly exude calm.

It would’ve been nice if cat boy had shown his face again, though, even if Randy had to admit he’d lost Chat Noir’s stick thing in the fire. He didn’t remember dropping it, but it wasn’t in his pockets anymore, so he must have. That was really saying something, considering it had been ages since he’d accidentally dumped his throwing balls anywhere or lost his sword.

Randy touched the earpiece the Am Drag had given him. He’d put it on under the mask, but it seemed to be dead—which was unfortunate because it was probably his only source of backup. Maybe the channel wasn’t actually pre-set on it. Or maybe there was no one to hear him trying to use it. He pushed the button on the side again and whispered, “Hey, uh, whoever can hear this…. It’d be honkin’ bruce if I could get a little help. I’m, ah, pretty sure I’m gonna need it.”

Silence.

He pressed the button and tried again.

“Who is this?”

Randy blinked. He hadn’t actually expected a response, at least not from someone who definitely wasn’t the Am Drag. Maybe this thing wasn’t broken. Or maybe he’d just been hitting the wrong button, or not holding it long enough, or pressing it twice, or something. “I’m the Ninja,” he answered, retreating as much as he could. The wail of sirens had cut off a few minutes ago, and the buzz of the crowd wouldn’t necessarily hide his conversation this close to the people he’d been watching. “Who’re you?”

“The…what? Forget it, where’d you get this?”

“Where’d I get what?”

“The Fenton Phone!”

“The what?”

There was grumbling on the other end of the line, coupled with a sharp increase in wind noise. Whoever it was was on the move. “The communication device you’re using to talk to me.”

Oh. “I’ve got some friends in high places,” he said evasively.

More grumbling. Then, “Where are you?”

“Um.” Randy wasn’t actually sure. He’d found the place; that didn’t mean he knew where it was. He’d planned on following McFist back to the plane when the time came. “Where the big fashion show is. The opening thing. The gala. Y’know. That place.” Even he knew that wasn’t the most helpful description in the world. “You can’t miss it,” he added before the other guy could say something. “Just look for all the firetrucks and stuff. All the lights are still flashing.”

That was definitely a groan. “Fine, I’ll find you eventually. Just stay put.”

“Are you honkin’ kidding me? I’m gonna be waaaay too busy to leave if this shakes out the way I think it will.”

“Which is how, exactly?”

As if he was going to tell some shoob on the other end of the line about the Sorceress and everything she could do. “Bad.”

“How bad?”

“Very.”

“Yeah, but how bad are we talking?”

There was a note of earnestness the other boy’s voice that gave Randy pause. He was used to dealing with the Sorcerer, but this wasn’t Norrisville. This was New York City, and he had no clue about the lay of the land. He couldn’t assume the Sorceress was going to be as clueless because chances were she’d been operating for a while, biding her time until some event like this came up as a perfect opportunity to gain power. He doubted she’d counted on a dragon being in town, much less him or some foreign cat boy, but if she attacked now? With so many people around, all ready to panic?

It would be pandemonium, and the chaos would only make her stronger. The three of them would have a tough time stopping her. And if they failed?

“Worst case? Apocalyptic. So I’d rather wonk her cheese before it gets to the point.”

“You’d rather…what? Who are you talking about? Who are we dealing with?”

“I’ll fill you in when you get here. You won’t be able to miss me. Pretty sure I’m the only Ninja in town.”

“With the secrets this place has, I wouldn’t count on it,” was the muttered response.

Randy didn’t hear a click, but the background noise of rushing wind vanished abruptly. He shut his own earpiece off—or he tried—and crept back outside. The mother and son duo had vanished, though that amounted to little given the crowd not fifty feet away. They could be anywhere, and they weren’t the Sorceress’s only potential victims.

Besides, if the Sorceress had been out for any length of time and regained any power at all, she wasn’t going to be limited to people who were emotionally compromised. She could stank anyone, maybe even him if he wasn’t careful. She’d had zero trouble stanking people when she’d caught everyone at the fake club last time, even before they’d all been really panicking. She’d even gotten Morgan, and that girl was level-headed enough to have avoided the Sorcerer so far.

Still, as far as he knew, the Sorceress actually had to have eyes on someone to stank them like that.

If she was waiting around somewhere, she was either in the middle of the crowd…or somewhere above it.

Randy chewed his lip. The Nomicon hadn’t been flashing at him, so it didn’t have anything to say, which was weird. But maybe it wouldn’t be the worst idea in the world to double check on that, assuming it would open for him. He could probably get back out of it in time to meet whoever he’d just been talking to on the earphone thingy.

He ended up sprinting back inside and hiding under a table. He yanked his mask off and pulled out the Nomicon. It fell open at his touch, and he fell into the dizzying world of spiralling symbols.

He didn’t land so much as crash into a pool of water. He broke the surface, sputtering but not hurt. He swam the few meters to shore and tried to wipe the water out of his eyes. “What the juice, Nomicon? I just want some tips on dealing with the honkin’ Sorceress. I don’t need a bath! I don’t smell that much. It’s the smoke bombs.”

Angrily yelling at the sky actually had a chance of being effective in the Nomicon, and sure enough, clouds began gathering above him. He crossed his arms and waited. After a few seconds, misty words had formed: TO CLEANSE THE SOUL, ONE MUST FIRST CLEAR THE MIND.

“How the cheese do you expect me to cleanse the mind and soul of the Sorceress? She’s the Sorceress.”

The Nomicon, being its usual unhelpful self, only slightly amended its message: TO CLEANSE THE SOUL, ONE MUST FIRST CLEAR THE MIND.

“Clear and cleanse mean the same thing!”

A second underline appeared beneath the first.

Randy scowled.

He wasn’t entirely surprised when the clouds descended to engulf him. Hacking, he sat back up in the real world—and banged his head on the table. Of course. The Nomicon swung closed and slid to the floor. Once he had his mask back on and had stuffed the Nomicon into his pocket, he poked his head out from beneath the tablecloth to make sure the coast was still clear.

It wasn’t.

The officials wouldn’t have cleared this place for re-entry yet; he should have been safe. Instead, that kid’s mom was there. Her uniform was still a mess, and she was still soaked through from the sprinklers. She and her son probably should’ve been looked over for smoke inhalation or something like that if they’d been one of the last ones out; she certainly shouldn’t have been here.

Except she was.

More to the point, she was definitely ripe for the stanking. Her fists were clenched, her tie was askew and—yeah, that was definitely a scorch mark on her red blazer. She just stood in the middle of the room, looking at the mess. The ruin.

She should be safe. The Sorceress wouldn’t have reason to look in here, not right now, not when it was supposed to be clear and she had tons of targets outside. Except….

Except he could see this woman trembling. Anger, frustration, hopelessness—he wasn’t sure why. He just knew she was vulnerable.

After what had happened with the other lady outside, the one who’d called herself the Critic— After that, he shouldn’t have been surprised when he spotted the black butterfly. The problem was, he spotted it too late. He only noticed it when it was right there, and then it landed on the woman’s necklace and melted into it. She froze, her trembling stopping, and he overheard half of a whispered conversation that made zero sense.

Well, almost zero sense.

Let me unlock my own power. Never a good request in his book. Yes, Hawk Moth. Like it wasn’t actually the Sorceress behind this after all, just some shoob obsessed with butterflies. And, worst of all, you have a deal. Because he had no idea what that deal was, just the conviction that it was going to seriously wonk things up.

And then she…changed.

Grew.

It wasn’t exactly like watching someone be stanked, but it was close. Similar enough, at any rate. Suspiciously so. The animalistic features were all too familiar, and the shimmering purple-pink scales—slashed with green on the underbelly—weren’t a surprise, either. The wings and tail, on the other hand? The horns? The ridge of spines from nape to tail? The length of those sharp talons? Yeah, those were more surprising. The intelligence behind those dark eyes wasn’t a comfort, either.

He’d been excited to meet his first real live dragon.

He was considerably less excited to meet the second.

He wondered what the chances were of the first one coming back.

He should really go back outside. Wait for that other person to show up. Try to figure out how to fight a honkin’ dragon without endangering everyone else. The Critic hadn’t been able to breathe fire—he was not going to bet this dragon couldn’t—or fly, which had at least limited her ability to do serious damage. This time….

Randy swallowed. The Nomicon hadn’t mentioned anything about this. Maybe it hadn’t known. If no other Ninja had ever encountered the like, that was definitely possible. And how many Ninjas would’ve met a dragon that hadn’t just been created by the Sorcerer?

At least he knew how to do the Ninja Hydro Hand. That would probably help. Plus the fact that he knew why this lady had gotten stanked. Or, well, butterflied. Same idea. He’d figured out that much.

The dragon beat her wings, overturning nearby chairs and effectively ruining his cover when the tablecloth went flying, but she didn’t seem to notice him. Which was good, because it didn’t seem to be taking her long to get used to her new form. It had never taken anyone who was stanked long, either. It was like a natural instinct.

There was an upside, though: because this was definitely like someone who was stanked—he knew that from the fight with the Critic—then that should mean—

There. It was hard to pick out against the dragon’s scales, but her necklace hadn’t changed like everything else. The stank—butterfly—whatever—was inside it, and all he had to do was get it and break it and things could go back to normal.

Easier said than done.

“Whatever shoob is coming to back me up better get here soon,” Randy muttered as he stole forward, keeping low to the floor as he followed in the dragon’s wake. She flew steadily and nimbly, sliding to fit through doorways he would’ve thought were too small. He’d expected her to be like a fledgling, still figuring out her wings, but this…. This was skill, like she’d studied aerodynamics her whole life or something. Like she was a pilot, not…whatever her actual job was that had her working here.

She was fast, which meant he’d have to be faster. He’d have to find a way to hold her off until someone arrived, whether it was Mr. Mysterious Voice, Chat Noir, or the Am Drag.

The dragon smashed through the outer doors with a roar, and the screaming began. Palming a few Ninja Cold Balls, Randy ran to catch up.

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