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mammoneymelon · 4 years

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How the brothers would react to finding out that MC is autistic

before anyone says anything, i’m autistic and just really want some representation

TW for ableism! the boys are doing their best but no NT immediately knows everything about autism

it’s a bit random, but i headcanon that lucifer has misophonia, so it’s only a matter of time before a noisy/verbal stim starts to drive him up a wall

“what in the devildom are you doing?” he’d ask, eyebrows scrunched in frustration

you have no idea what he’s talking about; after all, you’ve just been sitting on your DDD playing some rhythm game

“what do you mean?”

“you’ve been making that noise for hours; cut it out before i have to go find the packing tape.”

you know him well enough to know he isn’t joking, so you nod and do your best to stop, ignoring the feeling of dread beginning to well up in your chest

you go back to your game, and soon enough, you’re back to ‘making that noise’

you see lucifer stand up, bringing your action to your attention.

“oh, sorry! i didn’t realize i was doing it again, sorry!”

“oh?” he asked, looking down at you.

“it’s stimming. autistic people do it a lot more than others, and sometimes we don’t even notice it.” there’s a moment of silence but you realize you just told him something you hadn’t even told your human friends

“ah, yes, i do remember reading about that in your file. i didn’t want to say anything so as not to offend you.”

you shake your head. “dude! that’s personal business! i don’t like telling people.”

lucifer’s gaze seems to soften. “don’t fret, MC. i won’t tell a soul.”

and he doesn’t.

he also totally buys you quiet stim toys

it’s not long before mammon realizes you are terrible at reading the room

you have a terrible habit of cracking a joke at the worst time or saying the first thing that comes to your mind, even if it was at the expense of others

at first, mammon, mammon thought you were really brave. now, however, he sees that you just have no idea what you’re doing

currently, your knack for trouble had landed you in detention, something you’d gotten fairly used to in the human world. mammon was sitting next to you - he was paying for trying to defend you

“lucifer’s going to kill us. again.”

“and whose fault is that?”

“sorry,” you mumble. “it’s not like i was trying to get us here.”

“really? because it’s startin’ to seem like you are. not that i blame ya, if i were you i’d do anything to spend more time with the great mammon.” he gives you a smile, and you really hope that means he isn’t mad

“i really don’t like upsetting people, i just don’t really get tone? i didn’t even realize the teacher was mad until you stepped in. “

“dude, she was on the verge of killing ya! what do ya mean you “didn’t even realize”?

you pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration. “it’s part of a disorder i have. autism. i just don’t get some stuff that comes naturally to other people.”

“ohhh.” mammon slaps his head, feeling like an idiot. “sorry,” he murmurs, and you barely hear it

mammon, being, well, mammon, will probably forget.

it’s not that he doesn’t care! it’s just not something that comes up in conversation.

of course, when the two of you do talk about it, he picks up on the symptoms pretty quickly. he’s a pretty smart guy, and he’ll do anything and everything for his human

the two of you are working on a co-op dungeon while you talk about your current special interest

“wow, MC, you know a lot about this!”

“thanks,” you respond, and it hits you - you’ve been infodumping almost this whole time

“haha, yeah, blame it on the autism brain,” you joke absentmindedly, not really caring if he knew. you two were good friends, why would being neurodivergent make a difference?

levi, on the other hand, does a double take. being the gamer he is, he’d definitely heard the word used as an insult, but he’d never thought about anyone actually having autism - much less his best friend

“MC, you have autism?” he turns to you looking genuinely confused, his controller sitting, forgotten, in his lap

“um, yeah? it’s not really a big deal,” you say, shrugging

“yeah it is! i mean i knew you were pretty weird, since you hang out with me-” he stops mid-sentence, realizing his mistake. “NOT IN A BAD WAY, OF COURSE! ah sorry, i said something stupid, like always.”

you shake your head with a small smile. you can tell he’s trying. “trust me, i’ve heard much worse. you’re fine, levi.”

he glances up at you, face red from embarrassment, and your smile widens. “i mean, i don’t think like ‘normal’ people anyway, so yeah, i kinda am weird.”

once you leave his room, he’s at his pc, researching more vigorously that he’s ever done for a class

the more he learns, the more annoyed he gets at the complete misunderstanding of the disorder

ultimately, he just wants to make sure you feel supported and understood

you’re sitting in the library, doing your homework while satan looks over your essay, checking for errors

“oi, MC”

“what’s up?” you respond, still focused on your work

“are you scared of me?”

this prompts you to look up, focusing your eyes on his hands

“i was when i first came here, and i definitely would be scared if i really pissed you off, but no, i’m not scared of you. why do you ask?”

“you never look me in the eyes. or my brothers, actually.”

oh. you’d been hoping no one had noticed. “oh, i just don’t like eye contact. it makes me uncomfortable.” you return your eyes to your paper, hoping that was enough.

“how so?”

so it wasn’t enough.

“i’m autistic, genius. i figured it was obvious by now.”

“oh. that makes sense.” that’s all he says, so you try to return your focus to your homework.

satan is probably the most comfortable talking to you about it. he’ll ask you questions about your personal experiences and make an effort to understand you better

one day you look over his shoulder to find him reading an article on masking on his DDD

he cares deeply for you, even if it’s hard for him to say so

asmo has wrangled you into yet another shopping trip

“MC, look at this!! you have to try it on!”

one look at the article of clothing and your face is already scrunching up

“absolutely not.”

“awe, why not?” he gives you the biggest puppy eyes and you sigh. he knows your weaknesses.

“the material. i hate it.”

“but it would look so good on you~”

clearly, he’s not going to give up unless you explain yourself to him

“sure, for a couple seconds, until i have a complete meltdown,” you remark. “i’m autistic, so some textures just make me feel really bad.”

his mouth makes an ‘o’ shape, and then he goes back to looking confused. “i hadn’t even thought about that as a possibility! you should’ve said something earlier!”

he feels really bad about all the times he’s touched you without warning. he thought your shock was cute (and he still does), but he knows that autistic people sometimes dislike touch - he’s definitely had at least a couple autistic ‘partners’ in the past

he’s quite the observant demon, quickly picking up on sensations you d and don’t like. if you’re bothered by smells, he does his best to lay off on the perfume - granted, it’s a necessary part of his routine that he absolutely cannot give up completely. he lets you play with the dimmer in his room so you can find the amount of light that works best.

occasionally, he’ll have to tell you that he’s trying his absolute best to flirt and you are giving him nothing. you’re just like “oh shit i didn’t realize”

asmo’s just a sweetheart who wants you to be comfortable

beel unfortunately has to learn about your autism because of a situation out of your control

you’re in the gym, keeping him company while he works out

you’re searching his bag and you realize you don’t have your headphones

oh fuck.

you always bring your headphones to the gym; the sounds of televisions, music, people talking, weights clinking, treadmills rumbling... it’s too much

not to mention the stench of sweat and the florescent lights - truly an autistic person’s nightmare

you squeeze you eyes shut, but that only makes the noise worse. you’re surrounded by noise and you can’t stop it. it occurs to you that you’re no longer breathing properly but it’s just too loud and you’re so small

“MC?” beel’s voice is soft and filled with obvious concern. you open your eyes, seeing him kneeling in front of you. your eyes sting, and you realize you’re tearing up. “MC, are you alright?”

all you can do is shake your head

“do you want to go home?” you nod, biting your lip as he stands up, making you feel even smaller.

he quickly packs his things into his bag and offers you a hand, helping you get up

he quickly escorts you outside, where you practically gulp for air.

he waits patiently with you while you slowly ground yourself.

“okay, let’s go home.” you explain sensory overload as you walk, then tell him about your autism

beel, like asmo, is very observant and he learns surprisingly fast.

he’s also very protective of you. if someone triggers you, he won’t hesitate to tell them off before doing a grounding exercise with you

he’s basically you’re giant therapy demon and you love him for it

it’s becoming way too much. you’ve been masking heavily for months, monitoring your every move while doing your absolute best to thrive in a (literally) completely different universe than what you’re used to

you’re laying facedown on the couch, practically unable to move. you want to go to your room, but your body won’t let you

“mc?” you hear belphegor’s voice. “are you trying to imitate me?” he teases

you simply groan in response, not wanting to bother

for a moment he goes silent. then, you feel a hand on your shoulder

you jolt up, swiping his hand away as you let out a small shout. belphie’s eyes are widened in surprise

“don’t touch me! ...please,” you add as an afterthought, feeling bad for scaring him

he sits with you on the couch, taking care to leave space between the two of you. “what’s wrong?” you don’t respond. “mc?”

“burnout. too much. feel bad.”

belphie has absolutely no clue what that means, but he figures he knows something that might help.

“want to take a nap with me?”

you have to think about it before responding with a “sure” and slowly crawling into his arms (if that’s something you’re okay with)

it’s night when the two of you wake up. you still feel awful, but you can at least cope better.

once belphie’s more awake, he asks you what the hell happened

“two words: autistic shutdown”

“that doesn’t explain anything” - belphie really doesn’t know anything about humans

you do your best to explain - you were born with a brain that works a bit differently than most humans. some of the symptoms are an aversion to change and ‘odd’ behavior that’s difficult to hide. when you get too stressed, you just kinda ‘shut down’

he takes a bit to really understand, but once he does, he does his best to support you.

he falls asleep to your infodumping and you find it endearing

he gets good at recognizing when you’re starting to shut down and he always convinces you to take a break via a cuddly nap

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from-seas-to-skies · 4 years

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Farm Grown / Hawks x Reader ♕︎

uwu, I had the lovely @weirddpand4 draw this picture of cowboy Hawks for this work!!!

warnings: NSFW, spanking, cream pie

words: 4,802

“Oh, wow! Look at that! I’ve never seen grass so green before!” your friend, Urakaka Ochaco, exclaims.

Glancing up from your phone, you follow her line of vision; gracious hills of rich green grass stretch out far into the horizon, meeting with the brilliant shade of blue. It’s so unlike the skyscrapers and closely-knit houses you’re used to seeing. No, this is what pure beauty looks like, Mother Nature in one of her most wonderful forms. Although the fields are dotted with wildflowers and corn fields, you don’t miss the dirt road further up ahead, a large wooden sign planted next to it.

When Ochaco originally came to you with the idea of being a farmhand, you thought she was crazy. You’ve finally graduated from high school, got the title of professional hero, and this is the first thing she wanted to do? However, as she further explained, it was a family friend who needed help during the summer months, and what were heroes for? Granted, you wanted to run around the cement jungle and provide help that way, but this “almost vacation” didn’t sound too bad – plus, with the puppy eyes Ochaco flashed at you, it was impossible to say no.

And so, here you are, sitting in the passenger side of a coupe with Ochaco behind the wheel. You have to admit; the surrounding atmosphere is beautiful, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to run barefoot through the grass. Clouds of dust rise as the car eventually comes to a stop outside of a weathered farmhouse. Ochako flashes you a smile, her large eyes twinkling.

“Look at how huge this place is! I know Uncle Iroh said he had a couple people helping out, but this is incredible! We’ll each have our own room!”

You can’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. Ochaco’s always been easy to rile up, and the fact that she’s genuinely excited to spend quality “bonding time” with you is heartwarming. As the two of you step out of the car, the front door to the farmhouse opens, revealing an elderly man with a long beard and a kind expression. His face cracks into a smile when he and Ochaco make eye contact; the two hurry towards each other, warm greetings and bone-crushing hugs being shared between the two. It’s no wonder Ochaco was so excited to spend the summer here; with a relationship like that, you’d be happy to see the man too.

“Oh, come, come!” Iroh says, hurrying around the car and popping the trunk open. “You must be Ochaco’s friend, yes?” he asks, looking towards you. A wave of pleasant warmth washes over your being as he sends you that charming smile. “I appreciate the help! I only have my nephew and another man working here already, but the extra hands will come in handy.” He pauses then to chuckle at his own joke. “But I think it’s about you two get settled, yeah?”

“Right!” you respond, pulling out your own suitcase.

As you walk up towards the wraparound porch, you glance to the other trucks sitting out in front of the farmhouse. Iroh said two others were already here, so you figured the trucks must be theirs…

“Zuko!” Iroh booms. “Our guests are here!”

After a moment or so, a boy around your age staggers from the kitchen, a tray in his hands. From the looks of it, a teapot and some cups line its surface.

“Tea is our specialty, here,” Iroh says, nudging you with your shoulder. “Get something to drink and then we’ll show you your rooms.”

Later on that evening, you’re gazing out your window, watching the sun fall. Hues of orange, peach, and lilac paint the sky, bidding the world goodbye for the night. It’s definitely different to experience it here than back home, back where silhouettes were outlined by the golden glow. A steady breeze carries on, carrying the scent of wildflowers and musk; your curtains flap from the sheer force of it, but you pay it no mind. It’s like Ochaco brought you to a slice of paradise, even if it’s with the intention of putting in labor.

In the distance, you hear calls and the distinguished moos of cows. Shifting your gaze, you catch a herd of cows being moved towards a barn; a man riding a brown horse wrangles them in, a border collie by his side. The way he pulls it off is smooth, and it’s clear that he’s used to pulling such a feat. However, what really catches your attention is the pair of magnificent scarlet wings protruding from his back. Now, you’re used to seeing some rather flashy quirks, but this guy’s is just… Wow.

“Hey, Uncle Iroh wanted me to come get you,” Ochaco’s voice says suddenly. Turning around, you see her standing in the doorway, a pleasant expression playing on her face. “We’re having oyakodon for dinner! Doesn’t a hot meal sound delicious?” And, as if to amp up your spirits, Ochaco licks her lips and pats her tummy. “I’m so hungry from a long drive!”

You huff in amusement. “Yeah, I am too.” Turning around, you catch a glimpse of the cows disappearing into the barn, that mysterious cowboy stationed by the doors. “Hey, Ochaco,” you start before realizing it, “but who’s that other guy that lives here? The one with the wings?”

Walking over to where you stand, Ochaco peers out the window, following your line of sight. “Oh, him? That’s Keigo. Uncle Iroh says he’s only been here for the past year or so, but he’s really good at what he does! I heard all the animals like him a lot – maybe it’s because of the wings?”

“Don’t you think it’s… odd that’s only a farmhand? With a quirk like that, you’d think he’d be doing something else.”

Ochaco shrugs. “I dunno. Maybe you should ask him sometime? Oh, but I’m really hungry! Can we go eat, now?”

“Yeah, sorry, I just got distracted…”

And so, you soon find yourself sitting at a sturdy wooden table, a bowl of oyakodon sitting before you. It smells utterly delicious - and paired with the tea Iroh brewed, you know you’re in for a treat. Just then, you hear a door opening and closing; there’s a chatter of some sorts, but then there he is, right there in the flesh.

Strong build, wide shoulders, blond hair that looks permanently tousled, and oh yes, those magnificent wings. Perhaps you shouldn’t be staring so much, but the sharp line of his jaw and intense eyes make it nearly impossible to look away. You’ve heard of such things, read about them in stories, but maybe, just maybe, you might’ve fallen for the guy at first sight. That, or he’s just too damn attractive for his own good.

“Howdy! Oh, shit, who are these two cuties?”

Or maybe not.

“Oi! Keigo! Can’t you be respectful for once in your life?” Iroh barks, popping around the other. He scowls as he slaps a wing out of his way. “Make a good impression for yourself. These two are going to be here for the rest of the summer, so don’t be an ass.”

“C’mon, gramps,” Keigo drawls, “you know I’m better than that. Plus, if they don’t like my attitude, then it’s not really my fault, huh?”

“Nothing ever changes,” Zuko says lowly, his words followed by a deep sigh.

You and Ochaco share a look. It seems like your Prince Charming is nothing more than a sarcastic asshat. How befitting.

“Liven up, birdies,” Keigo says, sliding into the chair directly across from you. “I don’t bite.” He winks at you. “Yet.”

Your entire body jolts at his proclamation. This guy really is shameless, isn’t he? Still, you can’t help but feel undeniably attracted to him. Curse his charisma, dammit.

“Aw, sweet! Is this oyakodon? Hell yeah.”

To the side, Zuko facepalms. Iroh merely chuckles and shakes his head, much like he’s way too used to this kind of behavior and has accepted it as it is. Hell, even Ochako cracks a smile. You, on the other hand, stare at Keigo in confusion. He has a bird-based quirk, doesn’t he? Does it not bother him to not eat chicken…?

Keigo puts up a hand, an amused glint in his eyes. “Look, I already know what you’re gonna ask, kid. I can practically see the gears spinning in that pretty head of yours. I fucking love chicken.”

Oh… Well, that takes care of that, doesn’t it…

After that first fateful encounter, you’ve grown used to Keigo’s ways. It’s funny, though, how he and Zuko’s personalities basically sit on either end of the spectrum, yet Iroh treats the both of them like they’re his children. While Zuko is serious and straight-laced, Keigo is more of a chatty free spirit. That said, you’ve also gotten used to Keigo’s flirty side. You suspect it’s because he likes to get a rise out of everyone. Whether that’s the case or not, your eyes often wander after him, stare down the hard lines of his back. Even better, you itch to trail your lips over the scruff lining his jaw. The guy’s too damn hot and he knows it.

Over the past month, a game of cat and mouse has started between the two of you. Him, trying to act all chummy and overstepping numerous boundaries. You, trying not to give into the weird relationship that’s bloomed between you and him. Sure, you might have flirted back, but what were you supposed to do? After all, Keigo’s proved himself to be a rather cool guy.

“You can’t keep spacing out like that, kid,” Keigo says, snapping you from your thoughts. Glancing down at him, you attempt to suppress your embarrassment, but Keigo’s too smart for that. Despite his relaxed attitude, he’s surprisingly intelligent and quite observant.

Hands tightening around the saddle, you scoff. “I wasn’t spacing out…”

Keigo cocks an eyebrow. “You know, if I wasn’t holding onto the reins, Nugget would’ve bucked you off a long time ago.”

This time, you snicker. You know that he has an undying love for chicken, but every time he refers to his horse as Nugget, you can’t help but laugh. This guy really is like a child.

“Pffft. Laugh all you want, birdie. If there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s how to ride.” Narrowing his eyes, he flashes you a sultry look. “If you want, I can show you.”

All laughter dies on your tongue. A spark of heat erupts in your stomach, makes your heart thump against your ribcage. He always manages to fluster you, to plant naughty little thoughts into your head. You swallow thickly. “I think… I think I’ll stick with Nugget for now.”

At that, Keigo shrugs, his expression turning into something more nonchalant. “Suit yourself. Seriously, though; you should always keep your focus while riding a horse. Anything can happen, and you’ll only know you’re fucked until you’re being crushed. Better yet, you’re flying overhead and end up snapping your neck. Hate to break it to you, but you don’t have wings to break your fall.”

“Keigo.”

He looks back up at you. “What?”

“Your wings. It’s just that… Well… Why help out on farm?”

Keigo blinks at you, no words slipping out. “Hah? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Shit,” you say quickly, mentally cursing yourself out, “that’s not what I meant. You can fly, can’t you? It just seems like you could’ve made a name for yourself…”

“And become a hero, right?” You wince at his words. He hit the nail right on the head. “Heh. Yeah, I guess you’re right. I could spew a whole bunch of shit from my mouth and call it a day, but that’s not my style. I’m a hero in my own right.”

You furrow your brows. Remaining silent, you wait for him to carry on.

Keigo sighs at your implication. “Not all heroes wear capes or whatever. What about cops? Firefighters? Nurses? People who help put food on your table and help that old man out? Just because I’m not stopping some robbery doesn’t mean I’m not important.”

His words come as a slap to the face. He has a good point; actually, scratch that. He has a fantastic fucking point.

“I’m sorry,” you say after a moment’s silence. “That was selfish of me.”

Keigo waves a dismissive hand. “Don’t beat yourself up, kid. Nugget gets nervous if you get into a bad mood.”

Absentmindedly, your hand drops onto the horse’s neck, giving it a couple of reassuring strokes. “He’s a beautiful horse.”

“Yeah – well, until I bathe him. Getting up close and personal to horse cock isn’t fun. A bit degrading, actually.”

Slapping a hand over your mouth, you try to muffle your sudden laughter. Air streams through the cracks of your fingers.

Instead of his usual smirk, Keigo flashes you a genuine smile. You’ve only seen it once or twice before, but it never fails to make your heart stop. His whole face scrunches, his pearly teeth a startling white compared to his sun-kissed skin. Okay, so maybe you’ve fallen in love with this guy. It’s no big deal; you’re only here for the summer, so there’s no point in chasing after something you can’t have.

“What, did ya find that funny? I’m here all week, folks.”

“You saying you’re a standup comedian now?” you shoot back. “I didn’t know they accepted clowns on farms.”

“Ohoho, so you do got a mouth. Where’s that been all this time, huh? Would’ve made things a lot more fun.” Reaching up, he knocks his cowboy hat further back, revealing more strands of sandy hair and bronzed skin. “Listen here, partner. This town ain’t big enough for the two of us.”

“Oh my god,” you say with a snort. “You’re such a dork.”

Keigo snickers. “You know you love me.”

Heh. Yeah…

If only he knew.

Maybe you should’ve taken his words more into consideration.

Your instincts are more attuned to what could happen in battle, not for words. Besides, Keigo is a sneaky bastard. Most of the things that spew from his mouth are innuendos and pure sarcasm. He doesn’t really come off as a genuine type of person.

It’s whatever. You don’t like to read into things too much, and maybe that’s your fault, maybe it’s not. Who knows?

Even so, your eyes continuously drift over to where he stands. He busies himself with hanging Nugget’s saddle and harness away, his body lax. If one’s thing for sure, he definitely seems a lot more comfortable around animals rather than actual human beings. You can’t blame him, but what about you? Is he comfortable around you?

Clearing your throat, you turn back to the task at hand. Brushing Nugget down, you trail your hand over the coarse hair, the hard muscle. You meant it when you said he’s beautiful. Shiny brown coat, straw colored hair – he seems like the perfect match for Keigo.

“Cowboy Keigo,” you mutter. “Tell me, Nugget,” you begin, “does Keigo treat you right? Feeds you apples and lumps of sugar? A pretty horse like you deserves to be spoiled.” At the mention of his master’s name, Nugget whinnies. “Is that a yes? You’re avoiding the question, man.”

“Are you seriously trying to sweettalk my horse?” Keigo pipes up. Stepping over the stall, he hoists himself up onto the gate and straddles the wood. Wings sweeping behind him, he flashes you a peculiar look. “Didn’t they teach you in school that you shouldn’t seduce a horse? I don’t know about you, kid, but bestiality isn’t smiled upon around here.”

“Then what does that say about you, bird boy?” you quip. “Surely you don’t put yourself in that category?”

“Ooo, degradation. How did you know that was one of my kinks? Were you looking through my search history?”

Rolling your eyes, you set the brush to the side and join him at the gate. Climbing up, you mimic his movements and straddle the wooden beam. “Kinky cowboy, huh? Kind of has a nice ring to it.”

“Oh yeah. I’ve got the bedazzled white boots and everything. I mean, I’m already wearing the assless chaps and everything.”

“You sound more like a stripper rather than a farmhand. What do you think, Nugget?” you ask, turning towards the horse. Nugget merely snorts and shakes his head.

“Hey, hey, don’t agree,” Keigo tells him. “I’ve got to keep my secret life a secret, you damned horse. Help a guy out.”

“I guess your partner would rather throw you under the bus,” you say with a chuckle. “Good horse.”

“Now you’re just trying to hurt my feelings.”

“Cry me a river, bird boy. Or do I have to kiss your booboos?”

At that, Keigo falls quiet. The look in his eyes is unreadable, but the way his body tensed tells you something else entirely. Abruptly, he swings his leg over the gate and hops back down onto the ground. Aw, shit. Did you take it too far? It was only lighthearted flirting and yanking on his leg-

“C’mere,” Keigo says, offering you his hand. His voice is a lot more… soft.

With little to no hesitation, you take hold of his hand and get off the gate. You’re about to ask him what he wants, but then he’s abruptly pulling you to the side, further away from the stable’s open doors. Birds are singing outside, their sweet melody carrying along with the sweet summer breeze. It almost seems like an entire world away. A grunt escapes your lips as you’re shoved against the wall, the smell of straw and musk filling your senses. Keigo steps in close, the heat radiating off his body sending shivers down your spine.

“Listen here, pretty little birdie,” he drawls, his lips pulling back in a smirk, “but I may just have to take you up on that offer.”

Wait, what?

“What the hell, Keigo? Where is this coming from?” you question. It’s not like you’re against him being so damn close, it’s just… unexpected.

“Oh, right, like I’m supposed to pretend that you don’t gawk at me at any chance you get. You’re not very subtle, you know.”

Embarrassment heats up your insides, crawls up your neck. So this bastard is really going to rub it in your face, huh? Seems just like him.

“Then why didn’t you say anything about it before?” you hiss. “If it’s such a problem, don’t stay silent. You’re not the type to let things like that slide.”

“Who said it was problem?”

Keigo: 1 / you: 0

Spluttering, you try to gain control of your whirling emotions. This is not how you were expecting this conversation to go. Actually, you weren’t expecting this conversation at all!

“I know for a fact that you can’t get enough of me,” Keigo continues. “And if I’m being completely honest, I like it. You look so cute when you stare after me, birdie. Then you have the audacity to pretend like nothing happened whenever I catch you.”

“Is that what this is all about?” you huff. “Okay, fine. I admit it. Maybe I watch what you’re doing more than what’s necessary. It’s not my fault you walk around all the time without a shirt on or anything…”

“Normally, I’d say because it’s because I get hot when I’m working, but knowing that you were watching made it all the better.” He winks at you. “Gotta hand out a treat here and there, you know?”

“You really are a clown!” you squeak. Keigo laughs as you weakly shove at his chest. “You’ve been leading me on this entire time? What am I, a joke?”

“Hey now, don’t get ahead of yourself, kid. It’s not my fault you couldn’t come up to me like a civilized adult.”

Okay, now you’re fuming. “Keigo, you fucking idiot-“

Swooping in, Keigo cuts you off with a kiss. Unsurprisingly, his lips are soft; he tastes like citrus and salt, and before you know it, you’re looping your arms around his neck, knocking his hat off in the process. A huff of laughter fans across your lips as Keigo pulls back, his mouth hovering over yours. “Shit, I’ve been wanting to do that ever since your pretty ass sat at the kitchen table for the first time.”

You sigh. “You really do have a bird brain…”

You kiss him, again and again. Perhaps you should be ashamed that you have your tongue shoved down somebody’s throat rather than working, but there’s no way you’re stopping now. Like him, you’ve been waiting for this moment. The two of you have been tiptoeing around each other, rolling the tension back and forth like a goddamn snowball.

But fuck if it doesn’t feel good.

His hands aren’t shy, not in the slightest. Fingertips map out the ridges and dips of your body, seek out the spots that really make you tick. You bite back a giggle as he drops his mouth down your neck, the scruff covering his jawline tickling your skin. Your own hands trail over his body, tracing over the hard lines of muscle that hide beneath his clothes. Time and time again, whenever you’d see him without a shirt, you wanted nothing more than to run your hands all over him. This is your chance, now, and you’d be damned if you didn’t take it.

“Shit, shit, shit, not the wings,” Keigo pants into your neck. The scarlet feathers feel like silk beneath your fingertips; skimming over them, you follow their shape, feel how they get fluffier the closer they are to his shoulders. “Oh, fuck. You know just what you’re doing, huh, birdie? Playing around with me like that. Two can play at that game.”

Another grunt slips from your lips as he pushes you against the wall, harder this time. His hands shamelessly drift underneath your shirt, warm palms sliding over your skin. Your shirt comes off before you know it, being unceremoniously thrown to the ground.

“Fuck, birdie, aren’t a pretty one,” Keigo purrs, his nose bumping against your throat as he sucks another mark into your flesh. “I bet you’re real pretty down here, too…” Making quick work of your jeans, he easily slips them down your legs and you eagerly step out of them. “Don’t mind if I do, kid,” he murmurs into your ear before nipping at the lobe.

A weak moan breaks from your throat as a hand slips into your underwear and cups your sex. His hand is just so warm, and the roughness of his callouses causes your head to spin. Within no time, wet, sinful noises sound from between your legs, mixing with your heavy breaths and Keigo’s encouraging words.

“Yeah, you like that, birdie? My fingers feel good, huh? Wait until you get a feel of my cock.”

Spurred on by his words, you hastily unbutton his shirt, pushing the fabric to the side and running your hands over the swell of his pectorals, the ridges of his abdomen. A faint dusting of blond hairs covers his chest and arms; and, if you look close enough, more sticks out from the waistband of his jeans. Keigo hums as you continue to feel him up, his tongue pushing against the inside of his cheek.

“Like what you see? I bet you’ve been wanting to do this for a long time… Fuck! Not going to go easy on me, huh? I like someone who can bite back.”

“Has anybody ever told you that you talk too much?” you breathe. Fingers wrapped around his cock, your movements catch up to his in speed. “You should consider yourself lucky that I like your voice.”

“Oohoohoo, feisty. That mouth of yours is saying a lot of mean things today, isn’t it? Guess I’ll have to put you in your place.” He pauses, swipes his tongue over his bottom lip. “But, if I’m being entirely too honest, I don’t think I have the patience for that.”

“Keigo,” you pant, “I swear to Christ if you don’t fuck me right now-“

“On it, on it. Don’t get your panties in a twist, your majesty.” In hurried movements, he strips you of your underwear and shucks his chaps and jeans down. Large hands grip onto your thighs and then you’re being hoisted up, sandwiched between his rigid body and the wall. “Why, won’t you feel that,” he purrs, “I’d say it’s high noon.”

“Don’t talk about your dick like that, you dork,” you scoff. “Oh, fuck.” Another pleasured noise slips through your lips as you grind down against him, his cock just barely teasing your hole.

“What was that, birdie? You know what they say – sweetie on the farm, a freak in the barn.”

“You’re anything but sweet. Just – Keigo, please?”

“Alright, I get it, enough teasing.” Adjusting his hold on you, he flashes you a tiny smile. “Hold on, partner.”

A choked groan breaks free from your throat as his cock slides in, your velvety walls sucking him in greedily. That damned smirk of his stays on his face the entire time he fucks you, along with that devious glint in his eyes. His façade only cracks after you start stroking his wings and squeeze around his cock; if he wants to act like a cocky son of a bitch, then so can you.

“Shit, you’re fucking tight,” he pants. The smack of skin against skin fills your ears, right alongside Keigo’s breathy moans and muttered words. “Keep squeezing like that, birdie, and you’re gonna make me cum quicker than I want to.”

“You almost sound like that’s exactly what you want me to do,” you breathe. “A cowboy like you has got to have some stamina, right? Don’t tell me all of that work goes to nothing.”

“Jesus, and you called me talkative. Fuck, I can’t wait to shove my cock down your throat and shut you the hell up – I said don’t squeeze like that, holy hell. Dirty little head you got there, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up,” you mumble, yanking him back into a kiss. Keigo only moans loudly as you continue to play with his wings, quickly finding out that the spot where they protrude from his flesh is the most sensitive.

“Milk my cock, birdie,” he mutters between broken kisses. “You’re so fucking good to me, oh yeah. I should’ve done this weeks ago.” A startled squeak bursts from your throat as he abruptly strikes your ass. Sucking air through his teeth, he does it again, relishing in the desperate noises spilling from your mouth. “That’s right, birdie. Come on, make me cum. I’m gonna cum so fucking hard for you, fill you up until your belly’s bloated.”

“Keigo-“ You moan as his hand drops down, fingers furiously rubbing at your sex.

“That’s right, say my name. Let the whole fucking world know who’s fucking you this good.”

“Keigo-“

Smack.

“KEIGO!”

The knot building up inside you snaps; with a cry, you cling even closer to him, your velvety walls spasming around his thick cock as you cum.

Slamming a hand against the wall, Keigo fucks into you harder, faster, the wet noises sounding from between your legs almost deafening. “Oh fuck yeah, oh fuck yeah, oh fuck, fuck, fuck – ah- ah- ugghnn…” Burying his face in your neck, his hips erratically jerk as warmth fills your insides. “Still… cumming… fuccckkk…”

Your eyes flutter as he shallowly thrusts into you, the sinful squelch of his cum leaking out around his cock filling your ears. Slowly, he comes to a stop, his hot breath fanning over your neck and the side of your face. Gingerly, you let him go, completely unaware that your fingernails had dug into him in the first place.

“Well,” he starts, lifting his head and flicking away sweaty strands of hair, “that was eventful, wasn’t it?”

You scoff. “Tell me why I like you again…?”

“Oh, darling,” he drawls, leaning in and pecking the corner of your mouth. “I don’t think you like me. I think you love me. You aren’t very subtle.” He laughs as you smack him on the chest.

“Okay, fine. You’re lucky I love you, bird brain. Don’t go rubbing it in.”

“Silly birdie,” Keigo hums, his face scrunching into that wonderful smile of his. “I may just love you too.”

Wait, seriously?

“And no, I’m not joking or being an ass,” he continues, as if reading your mind. “What’s it called? Love at first sight? I dunno, seems like cheesy bullshit to me, but I… I like the appeal of it. It sounds nice when you’re involved.”

Your heart thumps against your chest.

Oh, fuck.

#mha #my hero academia #bnha boku no hero academia #keigo takami x reader #takami keigo x reader #hawks x reader #keigo takami #takami keigo #hawks #mha hawks #bnha hawks #mha smut #bnha smut #empress writes

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gumnut-logic · 4 years

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Snake Bite (Part 1)

I wrote fic! For the first time this year. New fic! yeah, I know I have WIPs, but the muse was misbehaving and rebelling all over the place, so as you saw in a previous post (amongst all the amazing fanart, wow), I wrangled it and this is what I came up with. It’s not much and isn’t finished, but fic! I hope you enjoy anyway.

Many thanks to @scribbles97 and @tsarinatorment for the read throughs and support. you guys rock ::hugs you both::

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It was a beautiful evening. The day had been hot, but the sun was waning and a breeze had picked up enough to disturb the cloying heat prologuing the cool desert night.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have stepped off the decking in a suit with a champagne glass in his hand, perhaps he should have left his explorations for another night when he could have been dressed appropriately, but Virgil was used to grabbing the moment and the inspiration when he could. Tomorrow was never guaranteed.

Tonight was a rare case. Lady Penelope had invited the Tracy family out to her station in the outback for an evening of entertainment. There were a number of notables there and Scott had been heard to mutter something about working holiday, but Dad had shushed him and promised to take some of the networking load.

It was times like these Virgil felt a little guilty. While he didn’t mind a party and it was certainly fun to socialise, he felt he didn’t have that suave business sense like Scott, his father and even to a certain extent, John, who hated parties at the best of times. Though if you gave John a long distance communication method and he could have anyone eating out of his hand. A skill Scott deployed on many a business occasion.

No, Virgil was more of the practical sense. Something broken, he could fix it, someone hurt, he could tend to them. Juggle the fallacies of business and the underhand agendas? He had no patience or tolerance. Besides, he had reliable feedback that he couldn’t lie to save his own life.

But whatever, he was good at what he was good at.

So, sometimes the quiet desert evening was more attractive than the bustling social scene inside.

He eyed a bird of prey circling far above and wondered vaguely what type it was. Thoughts of different birds on a different farm came to mind.

A sigh and he swallowed a sip of champagne.

The bubbles popped on his tongue.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have stepped out, dressed in a suit, carrying a glass of champagne, but the evening was picture perfect and the quiet so alluring.

He didn’t go far. While Australia had become more familiar since they had moved to Tracy Island, it was still vast, still had a reputation of being deadly to the unwary, and this was no Kansas farm.

The red sand under his feet glowed in the evening sun.

Sharp grass - learnt the hard way - grew in tufted spikes along the path, tiny flowers dotted between the rocks. Penelope had said that spring was on the region and that they might see some lovely flower displays.

Virgil fully intended on investigating as soon as possible.

The path rose a little as he climbed a hillock and he couldn’t help but look back over the ranch buildings to the glowing presence of Thunderbird Two parked on the far side.

He had brought her with him for two reasons, the first being in case of a callout. The second was more related to that business manoeuvring thing. The overt presence of an International Rescue vehicle, while never explicitly used in dealings, was useful as a reminder to those who may forget exactly who the Tracy family were.

Virgil’s lips thinned as he stared at his ‘bird. It was a Dad thing. One of the many new things his father’s return had introduced. Scott had never used IR as a business tool and Dad technically wasn’t, but there was a contrast between how Scott worked and how their father worked and there were lots of little things like this that made that obvious.

The fact the Thunderbird was high up on her struts and towered over the landscape was functional and strategic at the same time.

A sigh and Virgil took another sip of champagne before turning to once again follow the path up the hill.

He didn’t see what he stepped on, but he felt it.

Soft, moving, he had that split second of realisation that his foot had encountered something alive, a stumble to try and avoid hurting whatever that was, and he overbalanced, only managing to not faceplant in the dust due to many years on the training mats with Kayo.

He still landed in an uncoordinated mess in the middle of one of those spiky grass tufts.

It stabbed him through expensive fabric.

Ow.

And rocks. There were rocks.

Damnit.

Red dust coated his pants and suit jacket and there was a definite scuff on one shoe.

Whatever it was he had nearly squished, slithered off into the grass on the other side of the path.

It only took him a moment to connect the dots.

He’d stepped on a snake, apparently, a little one, but a snake.

In Australia.

The continent renowned for such deadly reptiles.

Aw, hell.

But Virgil was an experienced responder. There was no need to panic. He rolled himself off the grass, his eyes pinned to where the snake had disappeared.

The grass complained and stabbed him a few more times through his clothes, but he got onto his hands and knees.

Nothing obvious was hurting, other than all the needle pricks, so that was a good sign.

His dress shoes were more red than black, along with the nice charcoal suit pants. The sooner he got off the ground, the better, but the medic in his head was yelling at him.

He yanked up both pant legs and poked around his socks, examining his skin for breaks. Even then, he almost missed it.

Two tiny little pin pricks on the inside of his right ankle.

Shit.

The current locations of his family members flitted through his head.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

It was going to be absolutely fabulously newsworthy to have one of the Tracy brothers carted off in his own ‘bird simply because he didn’t look where he stepped.

The setting sun was still calmly gazing over the landscape, lighting everything up in gold. But it felt far more sinister now.

The breeze ruffled his hair.

Sitting in the dirt, knowing he shouldn’t move, Virgil sighed and thumbed his comms. Maybe he could minimise the damage.

“Gords, you got a minute?”

-o-o-o-

Gordon was having a great time.

If there was something he missed living on an island in the middle of nowhere, it was this.

Penelope had one soft hand on his arm and was smiling at him as several of her friends laughed at one of his jokes. The fact the stuck-up toff, Duke Butterfingers, looked less than pleased was just icing on the cake. He was definitely on Gordon’s scorn list after his snide remark regarding Sherbet versus his ‘real dog’ wolfhound blah-blah.

It appeared the dog was smarter than the owner.

But Pen’s girlfriends were great conversationalists and it was nice to talk to someone other than family or those with their lives at risk for a change.

Yes, it was proof that he needed to get out more.

The subtle twitch of his collar comms against his skin wasn’t to be ignored, however.

A hand on Pen’s hand. “Please excuse me a moment. Duty calls.” He did not bow. Well, not really, but the amused smile and the sparkle in Penny’s eyes made it worth it anyway.

Her hand squeezed his arm and let go gently. Her eyes didn’t leave him immediately. “Felicity, do tell me about your new parlour. I hear it is being featured in Great Homes of Britain?”

If her blue eyes hadn’t turned away at that moment, it would have been questionable as to whether he would have been able to leave. But leave he did, wondering which family member he had to torture in the future in revenge.

Finding himself a polite corner, he opened his comms and frowned at his brother’s worried voice. “Virgil? What is it?”

It took a moment, enough to grab Gordon’s attention a little more. “Virg?”

“I’ve been bitten by a snake.”

“What?!”

“I’m up the hill at the back of the ranch. I stepped on a snake.” I need your help. It wasn’t said, but it was obvious. “Don’t tell Scott or Dad. Yet.” That last was said a little tentatively.

But Gordon was already moving, running the list of dangerous snakes that could likely be found out here through his head. If anyone noticed him dash from the room, he didn’t really care.

Compression bandage. Immobilisation. “You stay absolutely still, you hear me?”

“I’m aware of the procedure, Gordon.”

The location of first aid kits in Penelope’s house was quickly overridden by the vast store of equipment out in the carpark in Two.

Gordon was in a full out run before he realised it.

The evening was cooler but still warm from the day as the sun still hadn’t gone down. Two loomed over everything as Gordon dashed between cars and dodged guard rails. Two parking attendants stared at him as he tore past, but he ignored them.

Reaching Two, he swiped a dance of finger code over his left jacket sleeve and a control hologram leapt up from the fabric. The keys to his brother’s ‘bird were a necessity he was ever grateful for in this moment.

The great green Thunderbird hummed to life and lowered on her struts, smooth as ever, down enough for her forward hatch to reach him. He jumped on board and was in the first aid lockers without a second thought.

The countdown in his head was predictably short as his comms went off only a few seconds later. That would be John.

Gordon ignored it and switched back to Virgil.

“Any idea what type of snake?”

“Small and brown. It’s all I got. Didn’t see it. Stepped on the poor thing.” A pause. “I’m sorry, Gords.”

“It happens.” He slammed the locker shut, grabbed a hover stretcher and linked it to his comms. He cursed the lack of his uniform and all its inbuilt necessities with it. The essentials woven into his suit jacket and collar comms were barely minimal.

A brief thought of moving Two to his brother faded quickly as he poked the pilot’s dash and Virgil’s location lit up. He wasn’t very far away at all and there was no room to park Two anyway.

No room in the Australian Outback? An oxymoron, but it would be faster to just grab his brother and throw him on Two.

It was going to be bad enough lifting off once.

He jumped back onto the hatch and lowered himself. Securing Two he broke into another run. “You know you’re not going to be able to hide this from Scott, Dad or anyone here? You’re going to hospital, bro, and Two’s the fastest way. No one is going to miss her launching.” He leapt over a fence, the hover stretcher darting to follow.

“I know.” It was a quiet and sad answer.

“Medical status, Virg. How are you feeling?” He peeled around the corner of the main building and fixed his eyes on a figure part way up a hill in the distance.

Virgil waved.

“Gordon, report! John says it was you who accessed Two. What are you doing?” Scott, as commander as ever.

A harsh breath as his feet hit the bottom of the hill. “Thunderbird Four responding to a medical emergency. One of Penelope’s guests has been bitten by a snake. Evac imminent.” Another breath as he finally made it to Virgil’s side. The expression on his brother’s face could only be considered despair. “Scott, we will need media management. Victim is high profile. We need to keep this on the downlow.”

A pause as Gordon set down the first aid kit. Virgil’s lips were tight as he pointed to the red and swollen twin pin pricks on the inside of his right ankle.

Gordon shoved open the kit and, without another word, grabbed bandaging.

Scott’s voice was sharp. “FAB. John is accessing Five. Victim identity?”

Virgil sighed and his shoulders dropped before he thumbed his comms. “Scott?”

“Virgil?”

“It’s me.”

-o-o-o-

TBC

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Virgil Tracy #Gordon Tracy

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harrysgloves · 4 years

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Let Your Hair Down (chapter ii)

Get caught up with the Let Your Hair Down Masterlist!

word count: word count: 1,515

summary: Harry gets more than he bargains for when he falls not only for you but your little girl as well.

warnings: language (cause I really cannot write without curse words). Smut in future chapter just not this one. Sorry, we’re getting there but it’s a slow burn.

a/n: Hopefully you guys like this one as much as the last but honestly I think chapter 3 is my favorite so far. It’ll be up tomorrow! And as always my grammatical errors and my spelling is atrocious so please ignore... xx

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The day couldn't have ended more perfectly. The sun was starting to set as you sat curled up in one of Mitch's hoodies by the fire outside. The food was already packed up and put away. Now it was just time to drink your glass of wine with Sarah as Mitch and Harry wrangled your kid out of the pool to start making s'mores.

You laid your head against Sarah's shoulder. Your hair blew back gently from the swaying motion of the swing they had by their fire pit and you couldn't imagine things being better than they were right now. You were finally happy. You were finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel and as the next season started to creep up on you, you knew you had even better things to look forward to.

"Wow that kid has a lot of energy." Mitch said as he walked up towards you guys from the house, slipping on a shirt.

"Yeah imagine how bad it is when you shove her full of sugar and send her back to me after sleepovers here." You glared at Mitch. You knew full well he was the one who gave her the ungodly amount of sugar the last time she was here and she ended up sick.

"Hey, I'm the fun one not the responsible one." He smiled as he took a seat across from Sarah. His hands folding behind his head as he relaxed into the seat.

"Where is she?" You questioned leaning your head up off Sarah and looking around the yard. You couldn't see her and even though you knew she was probably fine, you couldn't help the mommy dread filling the pit of your stomach.

"Oh, calm down, Harry has her."

"Jesus, Mitch, you can't leave her with someone she doesn't know very well." You huffed and started to stand up before you saw them walking back outside. An old shirt of Mitch's now covering her. It was almost dragging the ground as she walked hand in hand with Harry.

"You were saying?" He smiled smugly and Sarah chuckled from beside you. You couldn't help the huff of annoyance that passed your lips.

"Stop trying to set us up. It's not going to happen." You said as you kicked off your high heels and curled your legs up beside you when you sat back down.

"Whatever you say Y/N" Sarah mumbled beside you. The smile on her face not fading as she took a drink from her glass.

"Momma! Momma!" Thea yelled as she let go of Harry's hand and ran toward you.

"Guess what!" She bounced excitedly in front of you. The smile on her face so wide it showed the one front baby tooth that had fallen out the previous week. It was the first one she had lost, which made your heartache at the thought of her growing up. You felt she was too little to be losing teeth yet but the frantic call you made to the pediatrician made you feel stupid when she assured you it was completely normal for a kid about to turn five.

"What baby?" You asked as you pulled her onto your lap to sit with you.

"Harry has his nails painted too and he said he liked the color mine are." She rushed out excitedly as she held her hands in front of her to look at the color they were again.

"He said I could paint his nails sometime. Even though I told him I wasn't very good at it and that you did them for me, but he said I could practice on him." She said turning to you but your eyes fixed on the man in front of you. Your heart wanted to fall out of your chest and turn into a pile of mush at the thought of her curled up on the couch painting his nails as he mused about how well she was doing. You quickly pushed the fleeting thought to the side but the smile it caused stayed on your face as you looked at him.

"Well baby that was very nice of him." You kissed her on the cheek and pulled her back further and hugged her.

"Sucker." Mitch coughed out into his hand and Harry turned around, hitting him in the back.

"Got a bit of a bad cough there mate." He said irritation laced through his voice but it still sounded angelic to you. You tried your best to hide your small laugh as he sat down beside Mitch directly across from you but his green eyes shot directly to yours when he heard it. A soft smile formed at the corner of his full lips and you had to immediately look away before you started debating in your mind what they tasted like.

"Go make some s'mores with Uncle Mitch before we have to go Thea." You said as you put her on the ground. She walked carefully around the fire and went to sit on Mitch's lap as he started putting the marshmallows on the roasting stick.

"So, Y/N, when do you start your fancy new job?" Sarah asked as you leaned your head back on her shoulder and took a sip from your wine glass.

"Next month. Not sure how well it's going to go. I've never managed a hotel that big before." You were a bit nervous to start a new job in a new city but you craved the fresh start. Somewhere, where walking down the street didn't remind you time and time again of your ex.

"Oh shut up." Mitch groaned. You were going to give a smart ass remark back but the look Harry shot him was enough to make you stop.

"I'm just saying," Mitch said more to Harry than you, "She's great at managing people. She shouldn't be worried."

"Which hotel is it?" Harry questioned as he held his roasting stick loaded with marshmallows over the fire.

"The Pembroke. I'm just the Assistant Manager but hopefully in a few years if it all works out the way I want it to then I can move up." You shrugged. You weren't 100% sure how you got into hospitality but it was just something that seemed to stick with you. Meeting and talking to new people every day from all over the world was fascinating. You liked getting to learn about different cities and countries without ever having to leave your state, but this new job came with a pretty big move, into New York City. It wasn't that bad considering you were already on the outskirts but you'd never lived in the actual city before. Something you weren't 100% sure you were ready for.

"'ve been there." He said, turning his marshmallows before they burned. "'S nice. Just a few streets over from my flat actually."

You swore you could have choked on your wine the second that sentence left his mouth. You had no fucking idea where he lived and preferred to keep it that way and now he knew where you worked and it was close to where he was at when he was in New York? No. No way. You turned to Sarah who had a shit-eating grin across her face.

"Well, maybe you can show Y/N around sometime." She said turning to face you with the biggest, most infuriating smile on her face. "I'm sure she would like the help getting used to the city."

"Oh, no, really I couldn't--" You started but were shortly cut off.

"That means that you can come over and sing my song to me Harry." Thea said with so much excitement that you paused. She really did seem to get on with him better than most people and she loved his music. She said 'Golden' was her song and made Mitch play it for her all the time. It was heart-wrenchingly adorable.

"Course I can sweetheart." He said to Thea as he took off a marshmallow and placed it on a Graham cracker lined with chocolate. Handing it to her before starting to make his own.

"Well she should have your number then." Sarah beamed from beside you and it took everything in you to not strangle her.

Fucking trader.

Thea was already over to you and taking your phone in the blink of an eye and handing it to Harry. She was telling him how to put his number in your phone before you even got a chance to protest.

"You've got to take a picture so it shows up next to your name." She said as she took the phone back from him and turned on the camera app.

"Get in here with me then." He said pulling her in. They both cheesed up to the camera, big smiles wide on both their faces and your heart completely melted when you heard her giggle and ask to do a silly photo.

"Call me anytime you need help love."

Guess you had his phone number now. So much for staying away.

#Harry Styles #Harry #Harry Styles x Reader #Harry Styles x Y/N #Harry Styles x You #Harry Styles Fanfic #Harry Styles Fanfiction #writing #mine #fanfic #LYHD

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scorpio-skies · 4 years

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OC as a Companion Meme!

NAME: Nora Hart

FOUND: Near Sunshine Tidings Co-Op, fighting raiders at the church.

COMPANION PERK: The Bear Necessities - Acquire Honey the yao guai as an extra companion.

ROMANCEABLE: Yes

(I was tagged for this a very long time ago, but always wanted to do it! Tagging: @eluvisen @mrninjapineapple @ariejul @sociallyacceptablemadness @lothrilzul @slothssassin @mars-colony @lookbluesoup @tarberrymentats @leporidaefluff @charomiami @beckiboos and anybody who’d like to do it! If you’ve done it before feel free to rb your original unless you wanna make another for a diff OC >:3c but no pressure at all!)

WEAPON OF CHOICE:

Lucky (.357 magnum revolver from FNV ;p)

Combat rifle

I THINK WE SHOULD TRAVEL TOGETHER:

“Then let’s hit the road!”

“Time for another adventure? Count me in!”

“You can count on me, boss!”

“Let’s get going, then!”

“The road’s a-calling.”

“Sounds like fun!”

(Romanced) “Good! I was hoping for some quality time with you.”

(Romanced) “I’d follow you anywhere, love. Lead on.”

USE MELEE:

“This is too close for comfort!”

“Let’s hit ‘em hard and fast!”

“Just go down already!”

“It’s about to get messy!”

USE RANGED:

“I’ve got your back!”

“They won’t get past me.”

“Nothing like a long-distance relationship!”

“Got it!”

OPEN INVENTORY:

“That’ll be twenty-caps. Just kidding!”

“What do you need?”

“Here’s what I’ve got!”

“Sure thing -- just don’t mess up my pack.”

(Romanced) “Oh? Did you get me something nice?”

IF OVERENCUMBERED:

“See, this is why caravans have carts and brahmin.”

“Shame Honey isn’t here to carry that for us… / Why don’t you see if Honey’ll carry it for ya?”

“I mean, I love junk as much as the next gal but... don’t you think you’re overdoing it?”

“Let me carry some of that for you.”

“You’re gonna hurt your back like that!”

“Your pack’s gonna pop…”

STAY CLOSE:

“I’m with you.”

“Right beside you.”

“I’m here.”

KEEP DISTANCE:

“Gotcha.”

“You got it.”

"Sure."

STEALTH:

"The sneaky way, huh?"

"Like shadows."

"Alright, let's go quietly."

"They won't know what hit em."

BACKUP:

“Oh! Sorry."

"I'll give you some space."

“Sorry -- don’t mean to be stepping on your toes!”

BE PASSIVE:

“Always worth negotiating!”

“I definitely prefer talking to violence.”

“Sounds good to me, boss. I’d prefer not to shoot if I don’t have to.”

“Turn on the charm!”

“You’re quite the people person.”

“You’re a real charmer, ain’t ya?”

(Romanced) “That’s my hero!”

BE AGGRESSIVE:

“Just say the word, boss.”

“I’m ready.”

“Guess it’s too late to ask them nicely?”

“Alright. Let’s bring the mayhem.”

“Well, if we can’t talk them down…”

USE STIMPAK:

“Ow… thanks, boss.”

“Ugh, needles… remind me not to get shot again.”

“Phew that’s better.”

“Thanks -- I’m good.”

“Back to it!”

WAIT HERE:

“Don’t go too far, okay?”

“Alright. Hurry back before I get too bored though, yeah?”

“Okay, I’ll be here.”

FOLLOW ME:

“Welcome back, boss!”

“Alright, let’s get back to it!”

“Lead on, boss. I’m with you.”

“Glad to have you back.”

LOVER’S EMBRACE:

“That was a good roll in the hay…”

“Jackpot!”

“Now that’s what I call a rodeo...”

“Morning beautiful/handsome!”

“Could stay all day in bed with you…”

“I love you. I want you to know that.”

DISMISSED:

“Well, you know where I’ll be.”

“Alright then. Take care of yourself, boss. You know where to find me.”

“Okay then. I’ll tell Kammie and Honey you said hi.”

“Alright -- you be careful, though. You hear me?”

“Time to head home then -- come and see us soon, yeah?”

(Romanced) “If that’s what you want, just… come home safe to me, alright? I’ll be waiting for you.”

ENEMIES (LONG RANGE)

“Today is not your lucky day!”

“You’re gonna regret this!”

“Shouldn’t pick fights ya can’t finish!”

“Hope you’ve made your peace!”

(Raiders) “You’re not gotta loot us!”

(Raiders) “You’re not hurting anybody else!”

(Raiders) “Time to answer for your crimes!”

(Gunners) “Let’s teach these thugs how to shoot!”

(Gunners) “I ain’t losing to the likes of you!”

(Gunners) “Hope those caps were worth your life!”

(Insects) “Ugh. These things creep me out!”

(Insects) “Buzz off!”

(Synths/Robots) “I’m gonna sell you for scrap!”

(Synths/Robots) “Time to shut you down permanently!”

(Super mutants) “Why are they always so big and angry?”

(Super mutants) “We’re not on the menu!”

(Super mutants) “I’m not going in some meat bag!”

(Behemoth/Mirelurk Queen) “Holy shit!”

(Behemoth/Mirelurk Queen) “The bigger they are, the harder they’ll fall!”

(Feral ghouls) “These things creep me out.”

(Feral ghouls) “Boss! Ferals!”

(Deathclaw) “Deathclaw! Run!”

(Deathclaw) “Deathclaw! Look out!”

(Yao Guai) “Don’t tell Honey!”

(Yao Guai) “I’m sorry bear!”

(Dogs/Radstags/Brahmiluff) “God I hate having to do that.”

(Dogs/Radstags/Brahmiluff/mole rats) “I’m sorry -- you left me no choice.”

(Critical Kill) “WOO! Nice shot!”

(Critical Kill) “Lucky hit!”

ENEMIES (CLOSE RANGE)

“Bring it!”

“Let’s dance!”

“Look out!”

“They’re on us!”

(Insects) “Ugh -- I hate these things!”

(Insects) “Disgusting!”

(Insects) “You’re really starting to bug me!”

(Synths/Robots) “Where’s the off switch?”

(Children of Atom) “Hope you said your prayers!”

(Super mutants) “Wow, you’re a big fella.”

(Super mutants) “What do these guys eat? No -- don’t answer that.”

(Super mutants) “I am not a snack!”

(Feral ghouls) “Get away from me!”

(Feral ghouls) “Shit!”

(Feral ghouls) “Way too close!”

(Mirelurks) “These guys sure are crabby!”

WHEN ENTERING:

GOODNEIGHBOR

“Well, this looks like a good place to get mugged.”

“Ah, Goodneighbor. Crime capital of the Commonwealth -- watch your back here, boss.”

“Yeah, Goodneighbor has walls but it’s got plenty of cut-throats within them. We’ll need to watch our backs. Also our caps.”

“Oh, boss. You always take me to the ‘nicest’ places.”

“Is everyone’s staring at us, or is that just me?”

DIAMOND CITY

“So, this is the great green jewel of the Commonwealth… I’ll have to get Kammie a souvenir.”

“Hey -- mind if we stop by the market? I wanna see if I can wrangle us some deals.”

“Noodles? Served by a robot? Kammie is not gonna believe this...”

“Do you think these people ever get tired of looking at the walls?”

“So this is the infamous Dugout… You hear a lot about this place in the caravans. Home of Bobrov’s Best! Fancy getting a bottle?”

BUNKER HILL

“These guys are miserly, even by trader standards. If you need anything, let me do the haggling, yeah?”

“Bunker Hill’s a popular stop for caravans. Me and Kammie were planning on stopping here, but I’m not sure they’d let Honey through the gate…”

“I’ve been here before, you know. But it was a long time ago.”

BOSTON AIRPORT

“Do you really think those wrecks could fly? I can’t even imagine what that’d be like…”

“If we could still fly like that… think of all of the places we could see.”

(After Reveille has triggered) “Wow… Just look at that airship!”

(After Reveille has triggered) “Looks like the Brotherhood mean business. Maybe we should move on?”

(After Reveille has triggered) “I don’t really wanna tangle with the Brotherhood, boss. They’re bad for business.”

THE PRYDWEN

“Wow -- just look at that view!”

“This ship is amazing -- and look at all the power armour!”

“Hey, do you think they’ll sell me a suit if I ask nicely?”

THE CASTLE

“The Castle must have been a sight to see when the Minutemen were in charge. Shame about the current tenants...”

(After Castle is restored) “It’s great to see the Castle back in Minutemen hands!”

(After Castle is restored) “The Minutemen have done a great job fixing the Castle up again!.”

(After Castle is restored) “I bet the sunrise is something to see from those walls...”

(After Castle is restored) “Me and Kammie were talking about whether we should join the Minutemen or not… do you think they accept bears?”

QUINCY

(Before clearing Quincy) “I heard about what the Gunners did to Quincy… nothing but a bunch of murderers.”

(Before clearing Quincy) “Look at what they did here… The Gunners are no better than raiders.”

(After clearing Quincy) “I really hope Quincy can rebuild and recover someday.”

THE GLOWING SEA

“So… which of us will turn ghoul first?”

“Is there a way to turn the Geiger counter off? It keeps reminding me we’re dying and I don’t like it.”

“This place… it’s like we’re in a nightmare.”

“I keep seeing things moving in the fog…”

“Do you think they really knew what they were doing when they dropped the bombs?”

“We’ll have to drink a few pints of radaway after this…”

CONCORD

“That vertibird makes an interesting installation...”

LEXINGTON

“I heard Lexington is overrun with ferals… are you sure we can’t go around?”

“I feel like there’s something around every corner...”

“Why can’t the ferals just eat the raiders?”

SALEM

“This place belongs in a horror comic.”

(Devil’s Due) “I don’t like the sound of that...”

(Return egg to the deathclaw) “I’m proud of you, boss. Those deathclaws deserved better… now, let’s back away nice and slow and leave them to it, yeah?”

LYNN WOODS

“Those claw marks on the rock… Deathclaw territory. Stay alert.”

“Try not to make too much noise. If a deathclaw comes after us, I don’t know if we can stop it.”

NAHANT

“Keep an eye out. There’s a floating raider fortress nearby.”

“Caravans have disappeared around here, and the survivor stories...? They’re not good.”

“I don’t think we’ll find anything other than crabs and scrap around here.”

“I hope there’s no big mirelurks around…”

“What kind of maniac wants to live out by the sea, anyway? You don’t know what’s out there!”

CAMBRIDGE

“That police station’s well fortified -- here’s hoping they’re friendly.”

“Why is this place so quiet…? I don’t like it.”

“I thought raiders had taken over the place… not that I’m complaining.”

“Oh. Ghouls. God I wish it was raiders.”

SANCTUARY

“So this is your old home, huh?”

“We should set up a supply line between here and Sunshine! We can help each other out.”

“This is quite a nice place!”

SUNSHINE TIDING’S CO-OP

“Home sweet home!”

“You think we can stop by for some of Kamal’s lasagne?”

“I’ll check in on the animals while we’re here.”

(when greeted by Honey) “Hey there, Honey bear! How’re you today?”

“I’m gonna go check on Kammie.”

“Home is where you keep your bear!”

AGGRESSION: not aggressive/aggressive/very aggressive/frenzied

CONFIDENCE: cowardly/cautious/average/brave/foolhardy

ASSISTANCE: helps nobody/helps allies/helps friends and allies

LOSE AS COMPANION PERMANENTLY:

Too many dislikes

Siding with the Institute

Choosing Institute option in personal quest

Destroying the Railroad

Selling Billy to slavers in Kid in a Fridge

Killing Kent Connolly in The Silver Shroud

Siding with Covenant

Destroying Acadia

Destroying Far Harbor

Siding with the Nuka-World raiders

Raiding the Commonwealth for Nuka-World

Bringing X6-88 near (will turn Nora, Honey and Kamal hostile)

Attacking Honey or Kamal

Killing Phyllis Daily

Killing Paladin Danse in Blind Betrayal

Killing Jules in the random synth encounter

PERSONAL MISSION: Override

Nora can be found fighting raiders at the church near Sunshine Tidings Co-op with Kamal and Honey. After the player helps them dispatch the raiders, they introduce themselves as traders seeking a safe place to set up their business. If the player has unlocked Sunshine as a settlement, they can send them there. This unlocks Nora as a companion, and Kamal as a trader. Honey operates as a guard-bear.

After the player unlocks the Institute for the first time, they return to Sunshine to find the settlement under attack by coursers.

Once the coursers are dispatched, Nora and Kamal have a panicked discussion where Nora worries that the Institute is on to her. Nora and Kamal lead the player to a quiet area of Sunshine and Nora tells Kamal that she trusts the player.

She then confesses that she’s an escaped synth, and that the coursers were after her. She doesn’t know much about her past other than her time with the caravans, but over the years has been the victim of attempted reclamation by coursers. She and Kamal returned to the Commonwealth to try and learn how to stop it.

If the player has not taken Nora to the Railroad or discovered them, Nora and Kamal mention that they’ve heard of the Railroad and were hoping they could help them. The player can then offer to find out more.

If the player has taken Nora to the Railroad before, she will ask the player if they can convince the Railroad to help her.

If the player goes to the Railroad, Tinker Tom provides a holotape. If the player uses it in the Synth Retention Bureau, it wipes Nora’s record from the system as well as some other escaped synths.

After the player wipes Nora from the Institute’s records they can assure her that she’s safe and doesn’t have to run anymore. Nora and Kamal are overjoyed that they don’t have to keep running, and they agree that they want to set up a ranch at Sunshine.

Nora will mention that Honey’s overjoyed too and has taken a liking to the player. The player has then unlocked Nora’s perk, The Bear Necessities, and Honey shall accompany Nora when the player character recruits her.

Honey can be ordered much the same as Dogmeat, but she has a greater carry capacity, health and damage. She can be told to stay at Sunshine.

The player can, however, choose to instead inform Ayo of Nora’s location.

When the player next returns to Sunshine, they’ll find Kamal waiting for them with Honey. He’s injured and frantic, informing the player that coursers took Nora. If the player admits they handed Nora over, both Kamal and Honey will turn hostile.

If the player feigns innocence, Kamal will insist he knows something’s not right.

If the player tries to convince Kamal Nora’s gone forever, he’ll swear to keep looking for her no matter what it takes.

When the player returns to the Institute, Nora can be found but renamed with her synth designation, C9-42. She reacts to the player character with the same deference as other synths, but knows them only as Father’s parent. Although she has the same bland smile as other synths when talking to the player, outside of conversation she will have a sad expression.

#fallout 4 #nora hart #fallout oc #kamal #honey

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lavenderek · 4 years

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hi, A/3 volunteer back again! i hope i can answer your questions properly, but i’m on mobile so sorry if i get a bit confused. it’s also going to be quite long but i hope you can figure out which questions i’m replying to. let me know if you need any more clarification!

1 - as tag wranglers, we don’t moderate content via deletion, etc - we just move fics into the correct tags, and it’s typically on a fandom basis (for example, i might solely wrangle for something like the supernatural fandom only). i’ve never come across ‘problematic’ tags since most of the time, it’s just sorting tags into like... more general tags? so example - someone tags a fic with ‘kinda fluffy kinda angsty’. we would then kind of make it so that tag redirects to ‘fluff with angst’, even though it still appears as the original tag on the fic. does that make sense? i’m also a little unsure of the other questions you had here - which is totally my fault, i’m in the middle of writing an essay for uni that needs to be in in like... 12 hours and my brain is frazzled - but if you were asking about a situation where if i was concerned that a single user had a collection of fics that were all entirely based upon something illegal and reported their entire account to mods, would it be deleted - i’m not sure. tag wranglers are kind of like low-level moderators, and we’re not what would typically be thought of as moderators since we simply reorganise content versus actually removing it. since the reporting process is typically through the site itself and is handled by an entirely separate team, i cant speak for how they think or what their process is.

2 - it’s up to our judgement as to if we want to report it, but again, the tags we wrangle are VERY general. tags like ‘dead dove don’t eat’ and stuff that are typically full of polarising content arent something i’ve come across, because i think they make up a minority of most fandoms when put against tags like ‘fluff’ and ‘angst’ and even stuff like ‘chocolate’, lmao. i’m not certain what happens when a report is processed and the fic is found to be removable - what i do know though is that with fics that are seen as breaking specific laws (i.e depictions of CSA, slander, etc) mods are often a lot more hard-handed for several reasons (reputation both within the community and in terms of the fact they could very much get in legal trouble). again though, i’m a low-level moderator and don’t see that side of the process. however, if i report something and it’s not taken down, i’m not implicated in any way. it’s been a while since i’ve been on the site and reported anything so i’m not entirely certain if reporting is 100% anonymous or if you have to supply details like email, but i think if you DO supply things, it’s to ensure you aren’t mass-reporting someone (bc i think that counts as targeted harassment). email is also possible to fake, so i think you can make the process anonymous if you want to. as for how often i personally report fic - not often. i’m a CSA victim (which is why this topic is touchy for me tbh), and i don’t like to go through the process because i find it arduous - you have to give an explanation as to why you’re reporting the fic, and i find it triggering at times. i’ve also never been in a position where i have found a fic while actively volunteering that i feel has been necessary to report, so i can’t speak for that either. all of that being said - i’ve heard of and seen on one occasion fics and entire accounts be deleted for harassment/slander - in particular, i’ve heard multiple times that accounts dedicated to purposely like... making fun of? or like technically harassing? kpop boy group members have been taken down because even though their content is ‘technically’ fanfiction, it’s obviously just there to incite hatred against a specific person. so, imo, if mods are quick on taking down accounts obviously run by 14 year olds in fandom drama writing numerous fics where boyband member A calls boyband member B stupid and tells him nobody likes him, i think they’re very likely just as serious about taking down more serious content. that’s just my opinion and my personal experience though, and it’s distinct from my volunteering.

overall, on the whole topic of CSA on the website - it’s really tough even just as a basic content moderator. there’s lots of reasons as to why people post it, and though people are very obviously welcome and encouraged to think critically about everything, it’s a fact that the topic is really really difficult to manoeuvre (culture, who is posting it, when was it posted, why it’s being posted aka vent fics, etc). as i said, i’m a CSA victim myself, so i understand the frustration, but it’s too nuanced and difficult a topic to be able to say ‘ban it all’. however, i do think the site is doing their best to crack down on stuff that is very obviously on there for one specific reason, and i also think generally, they’re changing things so people are able and sometimes encouraged to anonymise themselves by not giving any profile info and to protect themselves by turning off comments completely, etc. i find that you can make it really easy to curate your posting experience so that essentially, you can post but nobody can really interact.

3 - i like tag wrangling! i got into it because i saw a position on the front page of the site and decided to go for it. it wasn’t very taxing to get into and you don’t have to put much work in - a couple of hours a week is enough, and they’re understanding about work/uni/etc. it’s easy to meet other people through volunteering, and they ensure everyone is over 18. i don’t read through fic myself - just through tags, and then i sort them into their proper places. if something is tagged wrong, we don’t get in touch with the author, we just do our best to reorganise the tag so it redirects into the correct place - again, for instance, if someone writes a fantasy AU that they tag with ‘high fantasy prince/princess AU’ and that tag doesn’t exist, we would sort it into the main tag for a royalty AU or something like that. re: monetisation of fics: technically, monetised content is not allowed on A/3 - if someone is advertising their patreon or kofi in their authors notes or profile, you’re supposed to report it just as a general user. i think it’s because it puts the site at risk of being sued or something? but as a low level mod, i don’t HAVE to report these things unless i see them while i’m tag wrangling (aka i see a tag like ‘my patreon is XYZ!!!!! send me money!!!!!!’) and i personally don’t report monetised fics because ... i don’t find it a prominent issue, lmao. people are also learning to avoid it by being like this is my tumblr or this is my twitter, and when you click on their social media they link their patreon or whatever There instead. also, idk who decided the colour scheme! i think it was just like a generally agreed upon thing with the site designers. i also think there’s been convo for a few years about dark modes and stuff on the site, but i’m pretty sure the site has to get a few more things out of the way before they’ll prioritise that (i know they’re trying to work on a better moderating system for things like spam and harassment atm bc the spam filter absolutely sucks dick lol). i’ll totally drop a mention like WOW, wouldnt it be AMAZING if we could have this SPECIFIC COLOUR SCHEME, tho <3

thank you so much for responding!!! this is really cool to know, i've never even seen a post by an a*3 worker before so you're a total unicorn right now

heh uni-corn because you're in uni. sorry i'm tired too

good luck on your paper!

#haters #who is this even #long post

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loveau · 4 years

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reverse-idol!renjun

QUICK NOTE: I have decided to move my writing works from @kyulkyungs, so new works will be posted here!

request: Hey I wanted to request a reversed idol au for Renjun 💖 But could the idol!reader please be shy? I really liked the way it turned out in the au for jaemin. Sorry for my bad English. ❤️(Your English is amazing!!!!! Of course I an do this! Sorry for the late :()

others: doyoung (part 2) | jaehyun (part 2) | jaemin (part 2) | haechan (part 2) | jisung

renjun was a pretty quiet kid himself and didn’t really seem to do much outside club activities and school work

he also seemed pretty casual about his interests too, not really seeming like a big fan of many things

that was until he met you...

he had lots of friends in the industry already, a large majority of them being trainees still

and he would coo over them when they came to school exhausted and sore

he likes to care for them and tell them that their efforts will not be in vain and they’ll make it

honestly he’s the mom friend to all of them alongside a disgruntled haechan who roughly shoves their trainee friends water bottles all the time but will be constantly peeking to see if they’re staying hydrated

helps his friends practice all the time and that’s how he’s a pretty good dancer

but tries to wrangle their friend jisung to helping his friends out instead because that kid can really move <.<

instead he’s usually fretting over helping his friends not die from dehydration and not wreck their limbs when they wildly sling them about

he understands that his friends get really stressed due to competition and ensuring they’re still up to par and improving their skills even though he’s not in the industry

he just wants to help as much as he can

even if trainee!jaemin is constantly complaining about sore feet and a scratchy throat just so he can get free massages and candy when he’s actually running the best out of the others >.>

this eventually leads to him deciding to visit jaemin and some of the other trainees to give them some of those finger sandwiches that both he and haechan made to make sure they ate

except haechan couldn’t make it due to him needing to clean up the kitchen before his mom came home to see the mess of a thousand crusts and vegetables and multiple lunch meat containers

so there he has, waddling up to the company building he kept hearing about with two large boxes of food in his arms

despite him having multiple friends in this company, renjun had never really set foot in the building and didn’t know what to do

especially when it seemed like everyone was hard at work, so nobody was around to help him really

until you came running around the corner, seemingly late for practice

you almost barreled into renjun and knocked him over, but luckily you were also fast enough to catch yourself and dodge him

except this lead to you almost tripping over your own feet and coming to a skidding stop and waving your arms to regain your balance so you don’t faceplant into the floor

when you finally stopped flailing around, you took a quick look at the guy in front of you

you thought he was kinda cute and he thought the same of you

‘wow........ they’re cute..... i bet their position is the visual’

‘oh....... thank.......you?’

dang....... did he just say that aloud?

he doesn’t have a chance to continue being embarrassed over his slip up when you ask him if he’s lost

all he can do is nod so that he’s not stumbling over his words

he has to do all he can to avoid your eyes and keep from turning redder than he is

but the thing is... if he looked up he’d know you were doing the same

and you asked him if he was lost because he looked like a fish out of water in the building

it was a wonder you didn’t fumble out your question especially after receiving such an unexpected compliment

you’re angrily cursing the ceo’s and managers in your head at giving you the center position... could they nOT SeE hOw SHy yoU WErE?!?!!?!?

you wait for the guy to say where he’s trying to get to because you still need to know but ALSO???? you?? don’t know??!?!? how to keep going?!?!!?

eventually renjun gets it and he says he was trying to meet up with some of his friends, you might know jaemin because he’s pretty popular among the other trainees

and instantly you perk up like oh yeah! i know him!!! so you’re prepared to take him when you see him kinda struggling with the boxes of food

you offer to take one and renjun almost denies you but when he looks at your face he can’t bring himself to say no

the tips of your ears had turned red as if asking to help was so hard (and it kinda was since you were so awkward about it!!)

and renjun slowly let you take one of the boxes, careful not to spill

as you took one, it started to tip and the both of you shot out to catch it in time

by doing so, there was double the security around the box, but also... his hand had smacked itself on top of yours

when you were all squared away you quickly waddled off to the direction of the practice room you knew jaemin was in and it took your entire being to not spontaneously combust

the trip there felt like an eternity, with the both of you waddling and awkwardly avoiding eye contact with each other

eventually the two of you made it to the room

it was very clear you were at the correct place too given the loud yelling and laughter from inside, a telltale sign that jaemin was up to his antics again

renjun propped the door open with his foot and everyone stopped screaming to study the situation, but upon seeing him and the food the screaming resumed at an increased volume

“FOOD??!?!?! FOOD YOU BROUGHT FOOD!!!!”

in an almost comical way, the trainees stopped screaming to calmly address you and say their hellos, to which you responded in kind

they got back to screaming and jumping around happily moments after

you took this as your chance to slip away and get to your own practice room, as your break was pretty much over... 10 minutes ago

by the time renjun notices you’re gone he asks the others about you

“oh them? they’re debuting soon, dunno if you’ve seen the promotions!”

“yeah, you talked about the new group a couple times”

“yep... so, you think they’re cute, right?”

renjun all but goes up in FLAMES at this and tries to deny whatever the others start to pick up on teasing him about now

he keeps waving them off and trying to get out of this embarrassing situation

“stop! i mean yeah i let it slip, but i doubt i’ll even see them again besides on stage”

jaemin and the others share sneaky looks to each other and renjun yells at them not to plot anything

you best believe that they are tho

but after he goes back home, renjun decides to look up some stuff about your upcoming group

and lo and behold there were so many teaser images of member reveals and the group concept out already

and when jaemin said you were debuting soon....... yeah..... it was sOON

apparently the debut was confirmed to be within the next two weeks

and when he saw those teaser photos.... wow!!!! wOw!!!!! WOW!!! you were so...............

cute

he then proceeded to spend the rest of the night binging all of the predebut practices, covers, and videos that there were

he also faintly remembers a commotion in town and he didn’t even realize that it was your group busking in the square until he saw the date

he remembered because he was panicking about almost forgetting a birthday gift for one of his friends and there was a huge crowd he couldn’t get past lmao

but one thing he realizes is that you do a lot of the talking in videos???

like you’ll be the one introducing what dance you guys are doing or doing the general hellos and descriptions of what’s going on

but if you aren’t you’re kind of...... distracting yourself from the camera by playing with one of your members?

it was so strange! he didn’t understand since you were the one normally in the spotlight but to see that you were kind of avoiding it??? why????

he has half a mind to straight up ask jaemin but he realizes it’s like 4am and he has to get up in 2hrs lOL

he gets as much sleep as he can but tbh he looks like a zombie when he strolls into the classroom the next morning

he’s desperately trying to stay awake the whole lesson and his friends are lowkey slapping him during the lesson to make sure he’s up so he doesn’t get caught

he manages to get like 10 mins between breaks and stuff so he gradually gets better throughout the day, but he’s still so exhausted

eventually lunch comes by and he’s debating staying up the whole time to hang out with his friends or rapidly eat lunch (or as much as he can) and then conk out

before he can make the choice there’s a snack thrown onto his desk that startles him enough to wake up more

when he looks up he sees...... oh, how the universe likes to play jokes on him

you stand there with a smile and motion for him to eat it

“i’ve been there plenty of times. eat up, you’ll need some more energy to get through the day”

“i didn’t know you go here”

you almost laugh at how that was his immediate response rather than a thank you, but what else can you expect from a confused and sleep deprived boy

normally you wouldn’t go out of your way to do this and go eat with your friends at some table where the attention could be anywhere but you

but since it was kind of empty where you were..... and he looked so tired

plus he was a friend of jaemin’s so there’s no harm in talking to him!!!! you are just a friend of his friend helping him out because you’re nice and totally not because you were shy and it was awkward the amount of time you were standing there!!!

you totally didn’t throw the snack at him because you were in a panic lowkey for standing there and didn’t know what else to do and totally didn’t want to awkwardly stumble up to him and ask him if he wanted a snack

you were about to run off because this is so awkward time to scream about this to your friends now!!11!!!!

bUT!!!!! he stops you by deciding to speak to you and you don’t want to be rude so you sort of fumble there like.....

‘i..... i do go here.... that’s why i know jaemin pretty well and help him out sometimes’ you reply in reference to his earlier question

he nods and opens the snack, which is when you think you can make your escape but NOPE

‘oh yeah, you’re debuting soon right?’

at this you’re a little more comfortable answering since you get asked the question a lot and are used to informing people about what’s going on

‘yeah, we debut in a couple weeks. have you seen the promotions?’

renjun nods again but he can’t bring himself to tell you the reason why he was tired was literally because he was learning everything about your group and the members and he was super curious about your presence on camera

he didn’t want to pry but he just noticed???? it was eating at him and he had you there

‘do you....... want to eat lunch with me?’ i bet he screamed like YES in his head for asking you because he wanted to ask you but also....... you big cute 👀

you shifted on your feet for a second and eventually agreed because what harm can it do? plus he seems nice?

the walk to get your lunch went by quickly because you didn’t want him to wait or think that you had decided to ditch him, and when you came back he hadn’t started eating yet

it was kind of cute to see that he had waited for you even though you knew he was probably dead tired and starving

the shuffle over to him was so awkward because you weren’t entirely sure what to do and instead opted for turning the desk in front of his around so you guys could have your own space to eat

by the time you got all settled and ready to eat you saw him still looking at you

‘oh, go ahead and eat. i wanna make sure you’re gonna eat and not skip on your meal. sorry if it felt like you were pressured to eat with me...’ renjun’s apology kind of just....... warms you up???

like the awkwardness is slowly melting away with his concern and kindness like ??!?!?!?!!

he just wants to make sure you’re eating and healthy before he eats even though he’s about to pass out in a couple minutes akfslnsfkjgn

but still that’s so...... sweET!

you started eating and shortly after you had taken the first bite he dug in as well

you didn’t really know what to say but you found that you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything because you noticed that the first thing he was eating was.....

the snack you had given him

you’re not sure entirely why but your heart does a mini skip seeing how happy he is???

it makes you lowkey clam up and now you dunno what to say at aLL AND OH NO YOUR FACE IS SO RED!

luckily he breaks the silence and comments how good the snack is and how it has that refreshing fruity taste

you’re about to reply back something mundane until he goes

“like you!”

aflknadfksng huh?

he slightly turns pink and averts his gaze real quick and he’s just oh oOPS did i say that out loud..... again?

except this time while you were steaming up a storm in your cheeks, he decided to pull out all his confidence and look right back in your eyes

and you hadn’t looked away because you were so shocked and sputtering and trying to make sure your food went down

he smiles and is like

“well........ i mean, you are really cute! you’re really nice to look at! you’re like a spring breeze”

and at this you are really surprised you haven’t combusted by now

the rest of lunch goes by smoothly and renjun tries to get to know you as best as he can

it’s still pretty awkward since you’re not really sure what to do with him besides eat and reply to some pretty common questions.......

but you find yourself sitting with him the next day???

and the next, and another, and maybe a small hangout after school because he asked

for some reason you can’t say no even though your heart is hammering in your chest due to....... nervousness, yeah it’s that

the mood between the two of you is still around the same but you’re very slowly warming up!!!

your shy smiles and hiding behind your hair or hands is slowly molding into soft giggles and laughs

and renjun couldn’t be happier!!!! he actually really likes looking at your smile even if his stomach does little flips

after like a week or two of eating lunch together and slowly getting to know each other, you’re suddenly not at lunch?

he’s so confused because he saw you enter the school building and waved at you while you waved back and were with some of your other friends

he waited a couple more minutes but decided to go looking for you because you never said anything?

but of course he was also just assuming that you would eat lunch with him continuously and would keep eating with him

he knew you were shy but all of a sudden he had doubts that you were just eating with him so he wouldn’t get offended that you ate lunch with him once and then dipped

what if you didn’t like him at all?

was he too much? he did kind of blurt out he wanted to eat with you...

he almost tripped when he went out into the hall to search for you because he was so distracted

he caught himself and he saw... you sitting out there in the hall alone

there were no other passerby, all of the students having gone to the lunch area or wherever else

he was still so confused but all his doubts and fears about scaring you away were gone once he saw how troubled you looked even though a majority of it was covered by shock and confusion from him rushing out

you’re scrambling upwards to stand with him and wiping hastily at your face to cover up the panicked blush and whatever else until renjun grabs your hands and sits you back down

he sits with you in front of you and in the most comforting voice you’ve ever heard he asks “do you want to talk about it?”

you’re usually not used to discussing your doubts about debuting and training with others

but renjun seems so sure and supportive about this that you can’t help but open up to him?

he’s done this countless times with his other trainee friends so he knows the signs and it’s very clear on your face that you’re going through it

he waits patiently for you to tell him no since he doesn’t expect that you will open up so confidently

and you haven’t known him for long, at most you’re just new friends and he’s always the one initiating the conversation with you

but................

you find yourself nodding and taking a deep breath

if anything, renjun’s smile and silence making you that much more comfortable

maybe it’s just that he’s a familiar face?? yeah... probably

you’re still unsure of how to phrase the words correctly and worry that you’re making him impatient, but renjun shows no signs of this

eventually it just comes out as “i don’t want to be center”

you keep going that you feel so uncomfortable with all that attention and you don’t understand why you’re put into that role at all....

there’s a lot of pressure and more importantly a lot of eyes and judgement

you can’t even bring yourself to talk to someone new without turning into a tomato or staying silent a lot of the time and it makes you frustrated even more at your situation

all renjun does is ponder in silence and you begin to think that it was stupid opening up

but then he speaks

“i see where you’re coming from”

this comes somewhat as a shock to you

some trainees you’ve also talked to would agree with you and it made you feel so inadequate

or others would deny your words so readily and it made you wonder if their words were fake or not

the way renjun was telling you.... he seemed to do neither

“i haven’t seen you perform so i can’t really be the judge of that”

“do you want to watch a practice one day?”

the words came out of your mouth before you knew it and all of a sudden you wish you were a rock so you didn’t have to live this embarrassing life

“sure! i’m not sure if i’m allowed since i do mainly sneak in to give food to my other friends, but if you’ll allow me then i’ll happily come!”

you’re unable to retract your words because you’re such a stumbling mess over seeing how willingly he agreed and the prospect of him coming to watch and

oH NO WHAT WILL YOUR BANDMATES SAY

you manage to keep quiet about it for a couple days after it happened

you can’t even think about it without remembering how earnest he looked and then getting red because he’ll be there and oh GOLLY he’s there for YOU!!!

surprisingly your members don’t comment about how you mess up during the first couple of practices because all you can think of is renjun sitting rIGHT THERE IN THE CORNER

and it’s not bad at all either!!! it makes you...... excited??

after the first couple of mess ups and practices, you only start improving

and luckily it’s at that point in time does renjun drop in on a practice

you were taking a bathroom break and he had wandered in after getting guided by jaemin to your group’s room

and he had explained the whole thing to them and all of them immediately had the >:) face going on

by the time you got back they acted like everything was normal and you got into position for another runthrough until you saw........

hE’s THeRe in thE CorNER anD yOU’re Not HalLuCinAting!!!!!!!

he waves at you and the members nudge you because you’re supposed to be ready and oh no you can’t help it

you’re so conflicted about melting into a puddle or just performing because he’s here to watch BUT AT THE SAME TIME HE’S HERE TO WATCH!!!

you make the split second decision and decide to perform the dance just like you’re supposed to with the added effort of looking good because HELLO you have an audience!!!

his presence eventually melds away by the second chorus and you almost forget he’s there

it’s not scary to have him watch you either.... it’s like how you used to dance in front of your parents and you wanted to show them the new routine you just made up

you wanted to show him your talents proudly and have him see how good you were

once the song ends you’re panting and all of a sudden coming to the strange sound of clapping

you’re so used to the others panting or making comments or whining for another waterbreak or not wanting to do another dance

but once you remember that renjun is there you want to hide your face in your hands

because omg he’s watched you and you still don’t understand why you’re the center when you freeze up like this afterwards!

the only thing stopping you from running off is the look of pure awe in renjun’s eyes

it stuns you to see how much emotion is swirling in them and when he runs up to you excitedly you can see it that much clearer

“i see it now!”

you were expecting something like ‘that was amazing’ or ‘you did well!’ or something but!

huh???

the confusion is clear on your face and renjun wastes no time in explaining to you

“i get it! you’re the center”

the other members leave the room while you’re caught up with him to give you a moment of privacy, not wanting to disturb you and make you nervous with an audience watching

but you pay no mind to them and your attention remains on him

“i...... am the center, yes?”

you feel yourself get warm under his intense gaze but his grin lets you know he’s not scrutinizing you

“yeah! you’re the center and have every right to be!”

you look around to your members for help and only then do you realize that they have left

you can only imagine the looks on their faces and the teasing words that’ll come out later

“your energy is unmatched! everyone dances very well, but you have a certain stage presence that just outshines them!! no offense, but there’s clearly a difference between you and them. while they’ve worked very hard, it’s almost natural for you! my eyes could never leave you for a moment”

you suddenly feel warm and it’s not because of the embarrassed blush reaching your ears

it’s a warmness that spreads from your stomach outwards to the tips of your fingers and toes

you think you should be blushing at the sincerity of his words but your awed look mirrors your own

“do you know how much power you’d have on stage? you looked like you were in another world of your own!”

you think back to that moment and yes... it really did feel different

you’re so used to the nerves of performing and getting it all right in the practice room, but with him watching there it was different

“i think... having you there made me better”

his grin molds into an open mouthed state of shock

you wave your hands around before he can start assuming things but you’re pretty sure any of his assumptions would be right

“i just!!! i wanted to perform well and make sure my talent was known!!!!!! it’s NOT ANYTHING WEIRD AT ALL!!! it’s differeNT WITh AN AUDIENCE!”

renjun’s shocked face turns back into a grin

however this time it’s sly

had you known what was going on in his mind, you’d know he was all but ready to combust and internally scream

“if you want... i can continue sitting in on performances to get you more comfortable with an audience”

before you can agree he forces down the pounding in his chest and winks

“plus, i get to watch you destroy the show! i’ll try not to be too much when i look at how cute you are during the point dance”

#elli writes #nct #nct dream #renjun #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #fluff #neutral pronouns #reverse idol au #nct fluff #nct dream fluff

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The Best Game of Charades Literally Ever

Rating: T-ish

Pairing: Kristanna

Words: 4306

Summary: Kristoff and Anna are way too nervecited for their family game night after finding out they’re going to have a baby. Because, truly, there’s no better way to tell Elsa and Olaf than by playing a little charades...

Notes: because @justlookatthosesausages posted about charades pregnancy announcements today I thought I should post this fanfic I wrote in december but didn’t have the courage to post hehe thx to my friends who read it back then on my email blast lol

not exactly the same as the brilliant ideas @justlookatthosesausages had BUT I hope you all still enjoy!

Anna felt like she was about to jump out of her skin. Jittery. Nervous. Excited. Nervexcited. Nervecited. Something like that. That combo word was truly the only one she could make up that could properly describe exactly how she felt.

She’d had a bit of an inkling for a few weeks now, but nothing certain. She still felt vastly unprepared, lacking knowledge of anything remotely scientific about how this was supposed to work, but regardless … now she felt certain. She knew. This was really happening – so soon after she and Kristoff had gotten married. Honestly exactly the way she wanted it. Another check mark on not being alone anymore.

The second she had allowed herself to finally admit it she knew she wanted to tell Elsa. Even though they didn’t live within the same walls anymore, their bond was still one of such great tenacity that Anna couldn’t imagine waiting the recommended three more months to tell her. Even if things went south … Elsa would be there.

But no. Anna wouldn’t consider that. She was too happy and nothing could ruin this moment of epic nervecited-ness.

All Anna had to do was send a little letter over Gale mail requesting the presence of only Elsa and Olaf at Friday game night that week. She loved both Honeymaren and Ryder but felt that maybe she actually should wait a bit longer to tell them, per doctor’s orders. This probably had set off some alarm bells in Elsa’s mind, but Anna didn’t know of another way to do it and honestly this beautiful charades idea was just too juicy to not use. Nervecited. Oh so nervecited.

Anna’s eyes flicked to the clock quickly and she bit her lip, foot tap tap tapping in a frenzy. Elsa was three minutes late.

Anna wanted to scream it out loud for everybody to hear. She couldn’t wait any longer. Instead of screaming, though, she let out a frustrated groan. “Elsa, where are you?!” She dramatically flopped onto the sofa, sighing again and staring with laser focus at the clock, counting the seconds and tapping her feet together to the beat.

Just in time for Kristoff to saunter into the parlor, knowing exactly what a state he was about to find his wife in. “Anna, baby—"

Anna shot up on the couch and sat with her legs zipped together, absent mindedly rubbing her stomach. “Anna baby?! Anna and baby you mean or just Anna, baby like pet name baby? Or both? Sorry … I didn’t mean to cut you off …” She got up from the couch and grabbed Kristoff’s hands. “I’m just so excited and then you said baby and wow we’re having a baby, Kristoff!”

He pulled her into his arms in a tight embrace, Anna virtually disappearing in Kristoff’s large, burly frame. He kissed her forehead tenderly. “I’m really excited, too, Anna.”

“Nervecited?” Anna felt better about her word creation. Smirking.

Kristoff chuckled. “Nervecited for tonight. Excited for the future.” That made Anna’s smirk turn to a beam.

“So did you mean Anna baby or Anna and baby or something more like—”

“Anna, baby. Pet name baby. But Anna and baby is definitely much cuter. So I probably should’ve claimed it.”

Anna laughed a bit and snuggled her head into Kristoff’s strong chest. “I love you.”

He hugged her tighter. If that were even possible. “I love you too, Anna and baby.”

Anna stood up on her tip toes and brought her lips up to Kristoff’s. He responded passionately, parting her lips with his tongue and deepening the kiss. Anna’s arms floated up to Kristoff’s head and she pulled their lips in closer, harder, encircling his tongue with her own. Kristoff’s hands habitually drifted lower and lower until they rested on her rump and he gave both cheeks a playful squeeze. She giggled into his kiss, pushing her pelvis closer up to his pelvis, feeling his excitement growing. Feeling her very own excitement pulsating down below.

A cough. From somewhere in the distance. And then: “Uhhh...”

Kristoff and Anna jumped to attention, taking several paces away from each other, both wiping their lips, Anna smoothing her dress down. They were both nervously laughing. Anna tried to get some words out. “Oh, Elsa we—you’re—wow here you are.”

Kristoff thought he needed to try speaking as well. “We were just—uh—”

“I’m sorry I’m late,” Elsa said, completely deadpan.

“No, no. That’s perfectly all right. We were still … um—” Kristoff cleared his throat. Elsa had caught them probably dozens of times but without fail the most recent always felt like it was the most awkward. Gulp. “Getting organized.”

Anna took a deep breath, brushing off all of the discomfort. She was married now, after all. Much less embarrassing by default. Plus, now that Elsa was here… showtime. “Elsa! So happy to see you!” Anna pranced up to her sister and gave her an enthusiastic embrace. “I’m gonna go wrangle up a snowman and a reindeer… well, not wrangle, but uh—you know what I mean! Be back soon.” She gave a small wave to her husband and sister before dashing off, skipping eagerly in anticipation.

Kristoff let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. “Sorry about—”

Elsa spoke at the same time. “How are—" They both laughed, wishing in that moment they had Anna’s ability to bounce back from any slightly uncomfortable situation. “You don’t need to apologize, Kristoff.”

“Agh, well…” Now he was starting to feel this same nervecited sentiment creeping into himself. He worried about saying anything for fear of spoiling it right then and there. And he knew how much Anna wanted to be the one to tell Elsa.

“How are you enjoying being the Prince Consort?” More than two months with this title and Kristoff still hadn’t gotten used to it. His coronation had been August, a couple weeks after his and Anna’s royal wedding, but Kristoff found he generally avoided the subject of this title that he felt he didn’t deserve.

“Uh—it’s good. I haven’t done much so far, but I did start attending some meetings over the last week...not that anybody takes me seriously—but I think—maybe—they’re starting to?” Whisper around Europe was that the Queen of Arendelle had settled for a commoner. And not just any commoner—an ice harvester at that. Someone who would know nothing of diplomacy despite his yearlong stint in international ice affairs. “Anna is doing great, though. She does all the work. Perfectly, too.”

“I know how Anna’s doing,” Elsa said matter-of-factly. “I was curious about you. I’m glad they’re starting to take you seriously, Kristoff. You deserve that kind of respect.”

Kristoff blushed. “Thanks.”

“Do you think you want to take more of an active role in the future?”

“No, no. Definitely not. I’m happy to watch Anna shine.”

“Might come in handy if you’re still hoping for that big family?”

Before he knew what was happening, Kristoff let out a huge surprised, “Ha!” as he bit his lip, suddenly concerned with how much he could give away out of sheer shock. Somehow, he reigned it in. “Uh—yeah. That’s sort of what I was thinking actually… I mean—we definitely do still want…you know—lots of babies. At some point. I don’t know. Doesn’t need to be soon. It’ll happen when it happens. Which could be… next month or next year or even—”

Truly just in time to rescue Kristoff from utter secret-keeping doom, Anna, Olaf, and Sven came bounding into the parlor. His nervous habit of rambling was getting out of hand, but at least he and Anna had that in common.

“Here we all are! We’re all here! It’s charades time— can you believe it? Another Friday night with the family!” Anna was squealing this in an octave much higher than her normally high voice.

“Hi, Elsa! I missed you!” Olaf snuggled up close to Elsa.

“It’s only been a week…”

“But a BIG week. Right, Kristoff?” Anna just about winked.

“Right,” Kristoff said. Oh dear were they making this obvious. Paired with the fact Ryder and Honeymaren weren’t invited… Elsa probably already knew. Sven winked at both Kristoff and Anna before taking his place by the timer. Kristoff had shared the news with him the second the doctor confirmed their suspicions, reacting with pure elation.

Exactly how she hoped Elsa and Olaf would react tonight… still so nervecited!

Anna couldn’t wait any longer. “Okay everyone, sit sit sit sit sit.” She ushered the three of them to do just that and they followed her orders, after all – she was the Queen.

Right as Anna slumped down on the couch she jumped back up again. “I’ll go first!”

Anna and Kristoff had originally discussed that Anna would not go first but instead go last, since her announcement would almost certainly stop the game. But when Anna set her mind to something … and tonight that something was telling her sister the announcement she was so incredibly beyond excited to share, she was not going to wait even a second longer.

“We’re gonna do this round together, all right? No teams. Winner takes all.” She made a show of picking out the piece of paper, reading what it said. Book. Throwing it to the ground. “Okay… everyone ready?”

Elsa and Kristoff both nodded while Olaf raised his twig arm in the air in a sing-songy, “Yes!”

“Sven, flip the timer!” Anna exclaimed enthusiastically. Here we go. HERE WE GO!

Anna smiled widely. Beamed, really, and giggled. She took both her hands and pointed at her belly with her index fingers.

Olaf went first. “Buttons?”

Anna shook her head.

“Belly button?” No. “Dress?”

Anna shook her head more forcefully and kept pointing to her belly. Kristoff had a matching smile on his face but said nothing.

Elsa, next. “Oh! Corset?” No.

Olaf started rattling off answers. “You… ate too much? Your stomach hurts? Oh—just stomach maybe? Indigestion? You’re hungry? You’re in a food coma!” Anna kept shaking her head vigorously. No, no, no.

“You’re going to throw up?” Elsa added.

Anna smirked, and half nodded half shook her head. Kind of? Or was it more confusing to go down this path?

Nobody was getting it. Anna didn’t know what else to do.

Clearly, they should’ve practiced more. Kristoff always got it on the third try. Hungry? Stomach? Ohmygodyouandyouramazinghusbandkristoffarehavingababy.

“Kristoff you’re not guessing!” Olaf added, confused.

“Oh—uh—right. Guessing. Charades. Right,” Kristoff gulped, knowing he could very well spoil everything. They hadn’t practiced this either. “Uh—stomach?”

“I already guessed that, Kristoff. Keep up,” Olaf said, scowling.

“S… sick?”

Anna couldn’t help but laugh and concurrently shook her head. Kristoff was an awful actor. Truly horrid.

Olaf grimaced. “Okay, Kristoff. Never mind. You can stop guessing now.” Kristoff’s cheeks turned slightly rosy but then he caught a glimpse at Sven grunting and somehow subtly bouncing in panic as he eyed the timer.

“Anna! You’re running out of time!”

Panic set in. She knew she couldn’t try to give this same clue for another round. That would be more confusing than it already was.

So she switched gears. Leaving rehearsed territory. Taking a different charades direction.

Anna pantomimed rocking a baby, pressing her forearms together and moving them side to side.

Elsa raised an eyebrow. “Uh… swing? Holding something … holding a basket?”

Anna shook her head again.

“Holding Olaf!” Olaf exclaimed, very excited about the prospect of this being the answer. “Like that one time I flurried!”

“Carrying something?”

Anna’s eyes lit up. She brought her right arm out and started gesturing for them to keep guessing. They were on the right track. Ish. The closest track they had been on during this game at least.

“Carrying … ice? Carrying … chocolate? Carrying …”

“Olaf!” He was still too excited about this.

Now she sighed. They were not as close as she had hoped. So, she switched gears again, pivoting in her boots to show them her profile, taking her right arm and tracing a big belly on top of her own. A hint of what was to come. And then she pointed to herself. Back to the belly tracing. Then back to herself.

“You… ate too much? Did I already guess that?” Olaf was lost.

But Elsa wasn’t. The penny dropped suddenly, and she had to clap her left hand over her mouth in ecstatic shock. “Anna… are you… ?”

Anna’s squeal was almost deafening. “Yes!” She brought her arms in close, pumping them up and down and up and down before doing the same thing with her whole body. “Yes, yes, yes!” Anna’s eyes were welling up with joyful tears, but she didn’t care enough to wipe them away.

Elsa sprang from the couch and ran over to her sister, grabbing her hands and pulling her in for a hug. “Anna, I’m so happy for you.” Elsa pulled away from the hug and walked over to Kristoff, giving him a tender embrace as well. “And you, too, Kristoff. Congratulations.” She turned back to Anna. “How have you been feeling? How long have you known?”

Anna opened her mouth to answer but Olaf jumped on top of the couch to make himself known.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. What was the answer?”

Anna smiled at him, softly. Clueless in a cute way. “The answer is… I’m going to have a baby... Kristoff and I are having a baby, Olaf.”

“WHAT?! A BABY?! You and Kristoff… I’m an UNCLE?!”

Tears welled in Anna’s eyes again. She could only nod, unable to speak without crying out.

“Where’s the baby?!” Olaf started toddling around the parlor, looking everywhere he thought maybe a baby could be hiding. Under the couch. “Is the baby here?” Behind the door. “Are you here, baby?” He dramatically pulled the curtains. “Ah-hah! I know you’re hiding back here!” His face fell when he only saw windows on the other side.

Anna, Kristoff, and Elsa were all in stitches. “Olaf…the baby’s in here.” Anna put her hands on her stomach.

“Hiding under your dress?”

Anna tried to gather herself enough in between giggles to answer him properly. “The baby’s inside of me right now. It’s really tiny. Just started growing … but for the next few months my stomach is gonna get bigger and bigger because the baby will get bigger, and then it’ll be born once it’s big enough and then maybe it’ll be hiding behind the curtains.”

“You don’t have a big belly at all, Anna.”

“No, not yet. The baby is really, really small right now. The doctor told me not to tell anybody until I can feel it moving, which won’t be for a few more months, but I just couldn’t wait to tell you!”

Understanding lit up on Elsa’s face. “That’s why Honeymaren and Ryder weren’t invited.”

“You caught us,” Kristoff said. Anna grabbed Kristoff’s arm and leaned in closer to him, resting her head on his chest. Kristoff readjusted to put his arm around her, pulling her in to kiss her forehead.

Olaf still felt he had some unresolved question. “But… how did it get in there? Did you eat something special?”

Kristoff dropped his arm and quickly became utterly stiff. Anna’s cheeks flushed red and Elsa laughed. She definitely knew this was coming.

“Agh—that’s… that’s a question. Yup. That’s a … question.” Kristoff was floundering.

“Uh-huh! That’s why I asked it!”

Kristoff realized his mistake in speaking right away. He tried to deflect. “Elsa? Anna? Anything to add?”

“Nope. All you, husband.”

“El…Elsa?”

“Sorry, Kristoff.”

Olaf stared at the three of them wide eyed in anticipation. He knew this answer had to be a good one if it took them this long to figure out who was going to explain it.

“Well… when Anna and I got married… and not before that. No, no, no. Definitely not before that,” Kristoff kept making some cringy nervous laughter sound that made everything that much more uncomfortable. But he knew Olaf had a big mouth and wanted to make sure he didn’t go blabbing to everyone around town about this. "Definitely not in sleds and closets and Elsa’s old study and—"

Elsa grimaced. “My former study?! When I used it?!”

“and forests and pantries—" Why did he always rattle off way too much information when he got nervous?

“Slow down there, honey,” Anna said, cheeks red as roses.

“Yes…right—uh—well, once we got married, we took… we really loved. Uh—what I mean to say is—when we are alone…sometimes—agh,” Kristoff kept looking at Anna and Elsa, hoping that they would rescue him, but they both shook their heads at his futile attempt. He groaned. Loudly. “Yes. Anna ate this special… pie? That… the trolls baked. For us. To have a baby. Uh-huh. You’re right, Olaf. She ate something special.”

Anna and Elsa were both hiding behind their hands, trying their best to suppress the laughter that threatened to escape. Sven brought his foot to his eyes in disgrace.

“Oh! Neat! Wow. I can’t wait to one day eat this pie and have little baby Olafs running around.” Olaf jumped in the air, happy to finally have some answers to help him with his carefully cultivated newfound wisdom. “Elsa, you can ask your questions now.”

Finally. Elsa had been waiting for this for far too long. “When did you find out?”

“I haven’t been uh – unwell since … September?” Anna never loved having to refer to her monthly gift as being unwell but sometimes she felt the need to come off as prim and proper in front of her sister. Some kind of residual need to impress Elsa, even though Elsa was impressed with her sister almost 100% of the time.

“August,” Kristoff said. Remembering an unfortunately messy tryst in the kitchen in the middle of the night that they spent far too long cleaning up, giggling like delirious school children the whole time.

Anna remembered this too and blushed. “August,” she repeated in a much cheerier tone, a bit of a wink directed at her husband. Elsa let out a surprised laugh. “I only let myself think it for real this week though. A few days ago, really,” Anna smiled at her husband. They had had a great last couple of days. “The doctor said the baby will probably come in May.”

“Whoooaaaaa. That’s so long from now,” Olaf said.

“How have you been feeling?”

“Mostly okay… I guess a little bit tired. Kristoff has been handling my morning meetings,” Anna said before adding in a whisper, “He didn’t wake me up until noon today.”

“Keeping up with your queenly duties while with child must be pretty difficult,” Elsa said, thankful to not have to deal with leading a kingdom anymore.

“Not if I get to sleep until noon every day!”

“It helps me, too, since uh—she’s been pretty—uh—moody... even more so if she has an early morning,” Kristoff explained.

Anna’s voice got lower, louder, angrier. “Oh, come on, who asked you?!” The second those words came out of her mouth she clapped her hand over her mouth started laughing. The others all joined in, always appreciating Anna’s ability to laugh at herself at any time. “He’s right!”

“And … have you been able to eat? I didn’t really want to bring this up earlier, but you look quite thin.” Elsa had noticed for the last couple weeks that Anna’s collarbones were protruding a bit more than they usually did.

Anna sighed. “Not really. Well, I can eat I guess but it won’t really … stay in there? If you know what I mean. I’d say I haven’t been able to eat much for … two weeks now?”

Kristoff nodded. He had started keeping a journal to get all of these things straight ahead of fatherhood.

“Actually, the only thing I’ve been able to keep down is … chocolate.” Anna’s eyes lit up as she sang that word. Chocolate. The most perfect of all the foods. “And on that note… honey?” Anna held out her right hand to her husband.

“Got you, baby.” He pulled out some carefully wrapped truffles from his vest pocket. Elsa and Olaf looked at each other and then back at Kristoff. Not something they expected. He shrugged. “I keep these truffles in my pockets at all times.”

“My hero,” Anna said, swooning, popping truffle after truffle into her mouth.

“Do you have any extra for me there, Kristoff?” Elsa smiled. “They smell delicious.”

Kristoff chuckled as he somehow produced even more truffles and dropped them into Elsa’s hands. “I swear you two should enter a chocolate eating contest or something.”

“Well you know we’d win.” Kristoff could only guess that was what his wife said as her mouth was overflowing and spilling of chocolate.

“Did you make these yourself?” Elsa’s words were also barely comprehensible.

Kristoff nodded. “Gotta make sure Anna has her chocolate fix at least eight times a day.”

She giggled. “He really knows how to please me,” Anna said before realizing the slightly different implications her words could take on. “Ah—uh—not in that way. I mean, obviously in that way… because you know, the baby and all. I mean not—not actually obviously because I ate that cake thingie from the trolls. And that’s why…”

“Slow down there, honey,” Kristoff said, smirking and snaking his arm around her waist. “And it was a pie, remember?”

“Yes—yes. Of course! The pie thingie. From the trolls!”

Despite Anna trying way too hard to remedy this situation for the sake of Olaf’s preserved innocence, Olaf paid no mind. Honestly, he probably paid very little attention to that last bit of conversation generally. His questions were more interesting than Elsa’s anyway. As a result, he dramatically collapsed onto the couch. “I can’t believe we have to wait until May. That’s…” Olaf started counting on his twig fingers. “Seven months away?”

“But it’ll fly by, I’m sure… uh, and—” Anna had no idea why she felt nervous asking this of her sister, but she did, and she couldn’t ignore it. “Elsa, I’d love you to be there… when the baby’s born. If you want to, I mean. I don’t want to pressure you into anything since it’ll probably be, well—graphic. And everything.”

“I’d love to,” Elsa said, smiling. Feeling her heart swell. Anna let out a sigh of relief. No reason to be worried.

“Can I come?!” Olaf jumped in the air, but Anna shook her head and simply ignored him. Way too graphic for a snowman.

“Kristoff thought maybe he would send you something through Gale mail and then you could ride Nokk. You know, in case it happens quickly.”

“Wow you’ve really thought things through.”

“Kristoff has been working on an entire birth plan. And it’s very detailed. You should see his journals.” He was tracking her symptoms and her cycle and the weeks. He read countless books on pregnancy, transcribing pages upon pages of what happens on a week to week basis. And all of this in just a few days… his childbirth repertoire would only grow over the coming months.

But still he only shrugged. Oh-so-humble. “I want to know what she’s going through. So I can be there for her, fully, every single step of the way.” Elsa beamed. She was so happy that Kristoff was the man Anna had decided was her happily ever after.

“Awww,” Anna said, holding her hands close to her heart.

“When are you going to tell Honeymaren and Ryder? It’s going to be so hard to not give it away!”

“Whichever Friday comes after I feel the baby start moving. Oh, oh! We can do some more charades! You can even guess your horrible answers again to throw them off track!” Anna said, “Oh, oh, OH! And maybe I’ll be showing by then and I don’t even have to mime it I can just, like, show it. Uh—wordplay totally intended.”

Before Elsa knew it, she had tears pooling in her eyes. She didn’t think she was one for tears but seeing her little sister beaming talking about her future family overwhelmed Elsa with emotions. “I’m so happy for you, Anna.”

“Aww!” Anna bounded up to her sister and brought Elsa into her arms. When she pulled away, she noticed how Elsa’s tears glistened in the moonlight, instantly feeling hot tears stinging her own eyes the second she did. She could barely get out: “Elsa… are you crying?”

Elsa started laughing but the tears spilled from her eyes and down her cheeks. Noticing Anna’s tears, Elsa started wiping them away with her thumbs. “And you’re crying, too.”

“You know I’m an empathetic crier,” Anna said, hugging her sister again.

“I’m just … so thrilled for you two. And I’m really excited to be an aunt.” Elsa squeezed Anna tighter and then beckoned for Kristoff to join. Olaf ran up to them and hugged Anna’s legs, shedding some wholesome and loving snowman tears in the process. Sven wedged his way in to lay his head on Anna’s shoulders. A group hug. The original family. All they needed was Sven to complete their family portrait.

They basked in each other’s warmth for a while, enjoying the tender moment. Thinking about how much was going to change, but at the same time knowing how much would stay the same. Them, holding each other. This. Hugs, love. Family. Although the family was getting bigger and would likely keep getting bigger… as long as they had each other, they knew that the only changes would be for the better. Because love is the one thing in life that’s permanent.

#kristanna #frozen #fanfic #fanfiction

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myhockeyworld87 · 5 years

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Love Me Anyway - Tyler Seguin - Part 6

Word Count: 4576

POV: Changes, starts as reader and switches to Tyler

Warnings: Soft, fluffy piece. I always say language because I think I swear in every single piece I write..haha

Notes: Here’s the next installment of this series. This piece is totally fluffy, at least in my opinion. Happy Reading!

READER POV:

You still couldn’t believe that you were walking hand in hand with Tyler Seguin. You two were taking a short stroll to the dog park by his house. Tyler had a small bag with water for the two of you and the dogs; as well as some toys for the dogs to play with. You two were chatting about nothing of consequence on the way.

Once you got to the park Tyler let the dogs off their leashes. The dogs ran free a bit while you got them some toys out to play with. You had been playing a game of fetch with the dogs for a while when Tyler asked, “so did you get a chance to look at your schedule for the week?”

“Yeah, I’ll be in Denver on Tuesday and Wednesday; quite possibly Thursday if things don’t go well. Though I’m hoping that doesn’t happen. But I’ve got nothing on my calendar for Friday.” You were in human resources and had to travel to go over a new package plan the company was looking at taking on.

You thought you saw a frown of disappointment on Tyler’s face; but then he said, “well Friday it is then. This time I’m planning the date.”

“Great. Just please tell me there will be wine. I know I’m gonna need it after this trip.”

Tyler chuckled. “I think I can arrange that. So, will you get to see any of Denver when you’re there?”

“I doubt it. It will probably be meetings and seminars during the day, maybe dinner at night. I’m not one hundred percent sure. These things are usually boring, but I’m hoping by going it will lead to a promotion. One of our VPs just stepped down a month ago. They still haven’t filled the job, but my boss told me I’m definitely up for it.”

“Wow, that’s awesome (Y/N). You must really love your work.”

“Yeah, I like it well enough. The people are great and the pay is better. If I get this promotion, I may look at buying a bigger house and think about getting my own one of these,” you stated gesturing to the dogs.

“It’s funny you talk about buying a house. There’s this one I’ve had my eye on for a while. I heard it’s going on the market soon. I was thinking about moving myself.”

“Seriously! Your house is gorgeous. Most people would kill for a house like that.” You couldn’t believe he would even consider moving, but considering the type of money, he was making it probably wasn’t that big of a deal to him. You knew he had just signed a big contract to stay in Dallas for a while, so it wasn’t like he couldn’t afford his current house and a new one.

“Well, I’ve wanted this one for a long time, it just wasn’t available. It has a huge yard for these guys to run around in,” Tyler said motioning to the dogs. “But hey, if I do move. I know of a great house you could buy.”

You laughed, “I said I was possibly getting a promotion not winning the lottery.”

“Hey, I’d give you a good deal.” Tyler winked at you. “Gerry, no! Stop digging.” While you two were talking Gerry wandered off and started digging a hole to China. Marshall and Cash stayed by you. They looked a little parched, so you dug in the bag Tyler had brought and got the water and bowls out for them. Tyler finally got Gerry wrangled back to where you guys were. “I swear this dog is gonna be the death of me,” he muttered.

You had Gerry’s bowl with water and bent down to give it to him. “You’re not bad, are you, Gerry. Your just in your toddler phase and need lots of attention.”

Tyler sat down on the park bench, patting the seat beside him for you to sit down. “Hey, I almost forgot to ask you this. Jamie would’ve killed me,” you furrowed your brow at him. Wondering what Jamie had to do with this. “He asked me if I could get him the number of your friend Becca.”

“Really? They would be so cute together,” you exclaimed. “But wait, he’s not just….you know, just looking for a quick lay or something.” Tyler busted out laughing. You hit him playfully in the shoulder. “Stop it’s not funny. I need to have my friend’s back.”

Once his laughter was under control he finally said, “I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at the fact you think Chubbs would be looking for a one-nighter. If you knew him like I did, he’s the last guy that would do that.”

“Oh well in that case, sure I’ll give it to you.” You took out your phone and messaged Tyler, Becca’s contact information. “Tell him, he better treat her good or I’ll be after him.”

“He will or I’ll kick his ass myself.”

You reached over, touching Tyler’s cheek and brought his lips to yours for a kiss. You didn’t intend for it to get so passionate, especially in public; but what started as something innocent soon turned into something heated. You moaned into his mouth as Tyler took control of the kiss, sweeping his tongue inside. His hands traveled down your ribcage and slowly moved under your shirt. That’s when you regained your senses and remembered you were on a public park bench; and that anyone could see you two. You moved your hand down to his, stopping him and slowing down the kiss.

“Sorry,” Tyler whispered. “I didn’t mean for it to go that far.”

“It’s just….” you waved your hand out; trying to point out where the two of you were.

“Yeah, I know. You make me forget everything when I’m around you.”

“Mmmm. I know what you mean,” you agreed. You reached over and grabbed a ball that the dogs had abandon. You needed a little space after that heated interaction with Tyler. You had just meant to give him a small kiss, thanking him for being so sweet about your friend, but the next thing you knew; you two were in a full-on make-out session. What was it about Tyler that had you throwing all your rules about dating out the window? You never went out with a guy twice in a row when you first met them, let alone see them three days in a row. You always gave yourself some time to process things. You never let yourself get carried away in public like this. Hell, you’d dated Kyle for a couple of years and you rarely held hands when you were in public. As much as you were regretting this work trip; you thought you needed it. Maybe it would give you some time to cool off. You wanted to make sure that this was more than just a sexual attraction between you too. The last two nights had been amazing and Tyler was being everything you wanted in a man and so much more; or was it just a game he played to get women in bed. You didn’t think so. You thought everything about him was genuine and you’d already made a mistake the first night in prejudging him. Gerry came up to you then, bringing you out of your thoughts. You tossed the ball for him to go get. Tyler came up behind you then.

He must have sensed where your thoughts were taking you. His chin relaxed on your shoulder as his arms wrapped around you. “Penny for your thoughts,” he whispered in your ear. You frowned, maybe you should tell him your fears. You always said communication was key in any relationship. Not saying that you and Tyler were in a relationship at the moment. You took a deep breath, slowly turning in his arms.

“Can we just talk for a minute? You know,” motioning between you two. “About this,” you sighed.

Tyler got a worried expression on his face. You ran your hands up and down his arms trying to reassure him and maybe yourself in some way. “Sure, you wanna head back to my place first? I think the guys are all played out.” You noticed Gerry had dropped the ball at your feet and was just laying over by Cash and Marshall.

“Yeah, that would be good.” You were relieved to have the little respite of a walk back to gather your thoughts. The walk back was pretty much silent; you still held Tyler’s hand, but you could tell he was just as nervous as you were. The more you thought about things the more you knew that you just needed reassurance from him. That you weren’t just some fly by night girl that he took a fancy to; but how did you say that to him without offending him? You walked into the house behind Tyler, where he took the leashes off the dogs; you just sort of standing behind him.

“You want a drink,” he asked.

“Water would be great.” He grabbed two bottles of water out of the fridge, took your hand and led you to the sofa.

Where did you start? You took a deep breath and got ready to just tell him all the things going on in your head. Tyler stopped you before you could even start. “Before you say anything, can I just say something first.” You nodded for him to continue. “I like you (Y/N), I like you a lot. From the moment you walked in that club, I never looked at you as someone who was just; what did you say that night…oh yeah, a one-night stand. I knew there was more between us, and I want that. I really do. Look I know you’re scared and so am I. I’m scared that my fucking reputation is going make you run. I can’t change what I did in the past, but what I want, what I’m trying to do is show you I’m not that guy. I admit I got a little carried away earlier, but damn woman you make me forget my own name when I kiss you.” You smiled at that. This was exactly what you needed to hear. You were getting ready to tell him exactly that but he kept going, taking your hand in his. “I know this is moving really fast. I mean we’ve only officially been on one date, but I’m not going to lie. I just want to spend more time with you. Like all the time. I’m bummed I can’t see you for another five days, but you can bet your sweet ass…and it’s one sweet ass…I’m going to be calling, texting and facetime you every day until then. I just need you to know, I’m not going anywhere and we can move at whatever speed you want. Ok, now you go.” He said that last part in a rush almost like he was afraid of what you would say and if he didn’t tell you to go ahead, he’d lose his nerve.

He was looking down at your entwined hands. You started moving your thumb back and forth across his knuckles. “I like you a lot too, Tyler.” He looked up at you and smiled then. “And you’re right, I am scared. That kiss scared the shit out of me; because at that moment, I forgot where we were; that we were in the middle of a damn park making out like we were sixteen. And well I’m afraid too, that I could just wake up some morning and you not have any interest in me at all.” He opened his mouth to say something then but you held your hand up. “You’re Tyler Seguin, and yes I know your reputation and that’s why I blew you off at first. But I can see now that we both want the same thing. I’m not gonna lie to you though and tell you I’m one hundred percent comfortable. Because there is this small part of me that thinks you’ll go out some night and some other girl is going to turn your head her way and this will all be over. And right now, I like this; you, me, the dogs. It just all feels right.”

He did speak then, “It’s not going to happen (Y/N). No one is going to turn my head away from you. But I have the same doubts, you know. Don’t you get how beautiful you are? I watched you in the club before I bumped into you. Guys were circling around you, just begging you to look their way. I have the same fear as you. That some guy is just going to come and sweep you off your feet before I even get the chance to show what it can be like between us.” He ran his fingers through his hair then, clearly nervous; either about telling you his feelings or thinking about you being with someone else.

“The only guy I want is sitting right in front of me. I don’t want to slow down Tyler. I like where this is going; so, I guess we both need to start trusting each other to make this thing work.”

He looked you in the eyes, “I can do that if you can.”

“I can too.” His head leaned down to capture your lips in a devastatingly sweet kiss. It was one full of promises and you finally let yourself go. Willing him to feel all the hopes that you had for the two of you. He scooped you up and set you on his lap as the kiss got more intense. This time when Tyler’s hands began to roam under your shirt you didn’t stop him. His hand sliding up to caress your breasts over your bra. You moaned into his mouth while his hands rubbed across your nipples. He started raining kisses down your neck and you arched your back to give him greater access. Everything he was doing felt so good, but you needed to touch him, feel his skin on your hands. So, you gathered his shirt and let your hands explore. This time it was his turn to moan, but when he did Gerry barked. Causing you to look over and see the dogs staring at you two. You both busted out laughing. “Looks like we have an audience,” you blushed as you leaned your head down on Tyler’s shoulder.

“Gerry, you and I are going to have a serious talk about not cockblocking me,” Tyler chided the dog. You giggled at that; while Gerry just looked happily at Tyler. “They probably are waiting for dinner. I normally feed them now.” He said looking at the time.

“Well I should probably be heading home anyway,” you told him.

“Stay, just a little longer. We can order a pizza or something.”

You really should head home. You had work in the morning, but a couple hours wouldn’t hurt. “Ok,” you agreed.

Tyler took out his phone and you two ordered a pizza. You were about to slide off his lap so he could feed the dogs, but he tightened his grip on you. “Wait, I need to do one more thing.” He turned the camera of his phone on and held his arm out. “I need a pic of us,” he stated. You tilted your head to his and smiled.

“Can you send me that,” you asked.

“Already done.”

TYLER’S POV

You couldn’t believe you had just tried to feel up (Y/N) in public. God, you just lost your head around her at times. You couldn’t tell what was going through her mind as she got off the bench. You wanted so much more with her, yet here you were trying to take advantage in a public place. When she told you, she wanted to talk your heart sank. You had this overwhelming feeling that she was going to tell you she didn’t want to see you again. You needed time to think; which thankfully she agreed to talk at your house. The walk home gave you a chance to gather your thoughts. You were just going to lay it all out there. You were never good at communicating your feelings, but there was too much at stake this time to not.

She let you speak first. You were so nervous that you’d say the wrong thing. You couldn’t look at her until she finally spoke. But when her first words were, “I like you a lot too, Tyler,” you released the breath you’d been holding and looked up and smiled at her. She voiced her concerns about you finding someone better than her. You couldn’t really believe that she would even consider that. Did she not know how amazing she was? You’d just told Jamie this morning that she was your dream girl, and she truly was. If anyone needed to be concerned it was you. (Y/N) was smart and witty and dropped dead gorgeous. She probably had a line of men just waiting to ask her out. You were just a dumb jock, that used to take home whatever bimbo you could find to ease the loneliness. It was you who had to worry that she’d wise up one day and leave you for someone more worthy of her. But until then, you were going to show her how much she meant to you; if she’d let you.

You were relieved when she finally told you the only guy, she wanted was you; and that she didn’t want to go any slower. It wasn’t a surprise that when you kissed it got heated really quick. Having her here in your house just felt right and you were sure things were going to go farther until Gerry cut things short. That was twice in one day. You and Gerry were going to have it out when (Y/N) left.

(Y/N) agreed to stay, so you guys ordered a pizza. When you had your phone out you came to the realization that you needed a picture of her, since she was going to be gone for the next week. So, you quickly snapped a picture and sent it off to her as well. You got up and fed the dogs while you waited for the delivery guy. “Want some wine,” you asked (Y/N). She agreed and you told her to pick something out of the wine fridge.

You poured a couple glass of the cabernet she picked and the two of you went back to the couch. “So, what’s your schedule this week,” (Y/N) asked you.

“Pretty much practice and working out. Getting ready for training camp next week.”

“Do you just stay here for that or ….” She gestured with her hand.

“This year it’s in Boise for some ungodly reason. Probably afraid we’ll all get up to no good if we go someplace worthwhile.”

“So, you’re gone next week and I’m gone this week. We make a great pair.” She chuckled.

“Oh, but we have all this coming weekend though. Don’t make any plans,” you told her.

“You have my undivided attention,” she said with a wink.

The doorbell rang, signaling the pizza was here. You jumped up, the dogs barking behind you and answered the door. When you came back (Y/N) was in the kitchen searching the cupboards for plates. She found them and brought two down. “Where do you take the dogs when you leave for that long,” She asked casually.

“I have a dog sitter that comes in a couple times a day when I’m out on long road trips or sometimes a friend will come in and stay with them. Just depends. This time they have a sitter coming in.”

“Oh well if you ever need me to watch them, I’d be happy too. They’re such good boys. Aren’t ya guys.”

“That would be great. Maybe I’ll have you stop in while I’m gone.” You two continued the conversation talking about random stuff. When you finished the pizza, you asked her to stay and watch a movie with you. You still weren’t ready for her to leave you for the week.

“Ok but nothing like three hours long,” she agreed.

You turned on Netflix, scanning through the movies. Learning that she’d watch anything but horror. You weren’t much of a horror movie fan yourself but if it meant she would curl up in your arms; you’d turn that damn movie ‘It’ on that you’d heard so much about. You settled on Million Dollar Baby. As you were sitting on the couch next to her, you put your arm around her; having her lean her body against you. Her hand was resting on your thigh and you had to focus on the movie instead of thinking about where you really wanted that hand to be. Cash had plopped down by your feet, with Marshall and Gerry finding spots on the sofa. You wished you could capture this moment because right now this was everything you wanted your life to be. You leaned down and placed a kiss on (Y/N)’s head and she snuggled deeper into you. You had everything you wanted and needed right here. The only thing that could make it better is if she didn’t have to leave. But you weren’t going to think about that now. You were just going to enjoy this moment, and think about all the ones that were to come.

Her head was resting on your chest and you could feel her body relaxing more and more. You let yourself get comfortable as well. Your mind not really paying attention to the movie. You were thinking about the beauty in your arms and how lucky you were to see her that night in the club. Your eyes got heavy and you let them drift close. You’re not sure what startled you, but the next thing you knew your eyes popped open to find the movie over. (Y/N) was asleep in your arms, a small smile on her lips. You glanced down at your watch to find it was almost two in the morning. Shit, (Y/N) had work in the morning. You didn’t want to wake her, but you knew she’d be frantic if she woke up later on. “(Y/N),” you whispered. When she didn’t stir you gave her a little squeeze. “Hey babe, you gotta wake up. It’s almost two.” Her heavy lids slowly opened. Her smile growing wider as she saw your face.

“Mmmmm what did you say,” she asked sleepily.

“It’s almost two in the morning. Not that I want you to leave but you did say you have work tomorrow.”

She jumped out of your arms, scaring Marshall in the process. “Shit!” she whispered. “I must have fallen asleep.” She was scrambling out of the couch, looking around realizing fully where she was now.

You stretched your arms out, yawning in the process. “Yeah, we both did.”

She looked back at you then, smiling. “I really gotta go.” You stood up knowing what she was saying was true but still wishing that you had more time with her. She popped up and gave you a quick kiss on the lips. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” she promised as she turned to grab her stuff and leave.

You weren’t having any of it. You grabbed her waist and pulled her back against you. “That’s not how you say goodbye to your boyfriend when you leave him for a week.” You whispered into her ear.

“Boyfriend, huh?” you could tell your use of the term had her intrigued.

“Yep,” you answered, your hands rubbing up and down her back.

“So, how exactly am I supposed to then,” she queried.

“Like this,” you said as your lips found hers. She opened immediately to you. Sweeping her tongue in to dance with yours. It went on for a long time like that, your mouths exploring each other; neither one of you wanting it to end. She finally broke the kiss, both of you breathing harshly.

“I really do have to go,” (Y/N) said again.

“Are you ok to drive home,” concern laced your voice.

Smiling up at you she responded, “Yes, I’m good to drive. I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too,” you replied honestly, with that she slinked out of your arms; grabbing her purse and heading out the door.

She called you the next night as she was packing for her trip. “Are you sure you don’t need to me to come over and help,” you half teased her.

“I have to be at the airport at five a.m. or maybe I’d say yes to that.”

“Who’s taking you to the airport? I usually get up around then to work out, I could take you,” you offered.

“Thanks, but Jim is picking me up.”

“Who’s Jim?”

“Just a guy I work with. He’s going to Denver as well.” You felt a twinge of jealousy. (Y/N) had never mentioned this Jim guy before. Was he good looking? Better yet, what were his feelings towards (Y/N). You had so many questions reeling inside your head, but you weren’t sure how to ask them. This was all kinds of new to you; you weren’t used to being this jealous. Your silence must have prompted her to add, “don’t worry he’s married with kids, and like as old as my dad.”

“I wasn’t worried,” you quickly answered back. That was a lie, but you were relieved that this Jim character wasn’t going to be hitting on your girl.

“I’m gonna put you on speaker,” she told you. “just gotta grab a few more things and I’ll be good to go.”

“How was work today,” you asked.

“Pretty good, I just tried to get everything caught up before leaving. I hate walking back into the office with a million things still piled on my desk. Oh, by the way, I mentioned to Becca that I gave you her number to give to Jamie. But I also told her that you guys had training camp so it might be a while before he calls. I didn’t want to get her hopes up and then have him not call her or something.”

“I’m sure he will at some point, but he can be rather slow when it comes to women. I’m usually his wingman, but he’s gotta fly solo from now on. Not sure if you heard, but I’m off the market,” you teased.

(Y/N) giggled. “Mmhmm, I had heard something like that. Lucky girl.”

“Nah, I’m the lucky one.”

The conversation continued for about an hour, before (Y/N) finally said. “Well, I should get going. I want to grab a quick shower tonight.” God, what you wouldn’t give to be in that shower with her.

“Yeah, ok; I get it. Kick me to the curb.”

“Oh, stop,” she laughed. “You know I would stay on the phone all night with you if I could.”

“I know. Text me when you land so I know you got there ok.”

“Ok, I will. Talk to you soon.” She said and made a kissing noise into the phone.

You reciprocated with one of your own. “Bye babe. Be safe.” With that, you hung up the phone and headed to bed yourself. These next few days were going to be endless, knowing you couldn’t see or touch her.

#Love Me Anyway Series #tyler seguin #tyler seguin imagine #tyler seguin imagines #dallas stars imagine #dallas stars imagines #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #nhl fanfic #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #hockey fanfiction

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whump-tr0pes · 5 years

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Honor Bound 2 - 7

This is a series. Start here, continued from here.

This is a sequel to Honor Bound.

@carbonatedayquil I believe you mentioned wanting an intro scene for our new character???

AO3

Cw: blood mention, death mention, gender-related slur, pain medication

Fuck.

His chest felt like it was being torn apart with every breath he dragged in. I could just try not breathing… The pain burned hotter the longer he forced his ribs to stop moving. He gave up and gasped in a breath, whimpering as it came out. The sheets below him were damp with sweat.

His throat felt like it had been scraped raw. He did his best to swallow, the inside of his mouth sticky and dry. Water. He realized he had eyes and blinked them open. I just need water. Christ this hurts.

Shapes moved in his vision, dark and light and blue… a lot of blue. He squeezed his eyes shut and blinked again. Where the fuck am I?

His throat tickled and he coughed. His chest exploded into agony. A twisted scream punched out of him and he reached for the pain, trying to press on it, push it away, make it stop. Why why why does it hurt so much…

He felt a hand on his wrist, cool and strong, pulling it down away from his chest. “P-pl…” He croaked. Tears pricked in his eyes, making the shapes so much blurrier for a moment, before they ran down his cheeks and into the pillow. He could see someone sitting to his left, leaning over him, touching him. He choked on a sob.

“Can you get him something more for the pain? Please…” His mind swirled with confusion. The sound of that voice made him want to cry harder, sounding so familiar and scared and strained with tears.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You’re alright, sweetheart. It’s o- ok…” That voice came with a smell, a feeling, a sense memory in the back of his mind of being held, cradled, of that same soft hand wiping away his tears and smoothing his hair…

“Mom…” he groaned.

“Oh, sweetheart, oh my…my god…” A hand on his cheek. He turned his face into it, whimpering softly. “You’re alright, honey, you’re safe…my baby…”

Another memory shot through him like a bullet, a memory thick with the smell of blood and death and fear. “She…” His throat clicked as he swallowed. “Dad’s dead…she…” He heaved a dry sob. “She killed him…”

“I know, baby…” Her voice broke, and her shape leaned over him as she draped him gently in a hug. “That fucking…plaything… I know…” She leaned back trailed off into a wail.

He could see her now. Her hair was falling into her face, lank and dull, and her makeup was smudged around her red, swollen eyes. Her clothes were wrinkled and unkempt and looked like she’d been sleeping in them. And she was…

She was crying. Crying like he had never seen her cry before. She had one hand pressed to her mouth and was rocking forward with each ragged sob. Tears sprung to his eyes again.

“I’m sorry mom, I…” He sighed and moaned as whatever he had been given started to take effect. The pain in his chest was drifting farther away, just out of reach. He wilted back against the bed, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t you ever say that,” she sobbed. “This wasn’t your fault…it was her…”

Tears rolled down the sides of his face and into the pillow. “I couldn’t stop her…she shot me first and I just…laid there…”

“Gavin, stop,” she whispered. “She nearly killed you, honey. It’s not your fault…” She stared at him, her eyes flicking over the bandages on his chest, to the IVs in his arms, to the wires connecting him to the monitor behind him. Her face spasmed in pain as her eyes returned to his. “She took your father from us. And she nearly took you from me…twice.”

The pain in his chest had dulled to a distant ache. He felt…warm, and like his head wasn’t attached to his body all the way. He giggled slightly at the feeling. “The first time was Isaac,” he said with a smile, lifting his hand experimentally from the blanket. It felt like it was floating up of his own accord. His forehead wrinkled with bewilderment.

“She was the one responsible for the explosion too, honey.” Her face worked as she looked at him, fighting back tears as he stared, enraptured, at his own hand.

“What did they give me?” he slurred.

“Ketamine.” The word was clipped.

“Wow.” His head dropped back against the pillow. The agony of the loss of his father crushed his chest and stomach, but distantly, like he was only remembering the pain. Tears ran freely down his face and into his hair, unbidden. “She killed dad,” he whispered. It occurred to him that he should be alarmed that he felt so disconnected to that fact.

“She was your father’s plaything once. He told me before he left to meet you. I never would have…imagined…” She closed her eyes and began to cry again. “He should have killed her. I wish…” She sniffled. “I wish he’d killed her, I wish he’d ended her wretched little life in our basement…”

“I hurt her once.” Gavin’s tongue felt loose. “When I was little. Dad took me downstairs and I hurt her. I never knew that was her.”

“I know.” Her lips curled up into a pained smile. Her hand went through his hair. “I remember. You were so excited, you couldn’t even eat your lunch after.” Her eyes crinkled at him, sending two more tears down her cheeks. “You didn’t stop asking about her for weeks. Even after she…” She looked up at the ceiling and drew in a slow inhale. “Even after those troglodytes destroyed the house.”

“I was excited to hurt her again.” The corners of his mouth turned down.

“And you’re going to, sweetheart.” She smiled as he looked up at her in dizzy surprise. “I’m going to have the entire little troop hunted down and brought back to the Lucasville house. Then you can hurt them all.”

“But…mom…” He squinted, doing his best to wrangle his thoughts. They were flitting back and forth through his mind, slipping through his fingers every time he tried to pin one down. “I don’t wanna see them again.”

Her mouth tightened. “What do you mean, sweetheart?”

“I mean…” He swallowed. “They kinda…kicked my ass…twice…and…I don’t know…I can hurt anyone I want. I kinda just want to…stay away from them…”

She tilted her head at him. “Are you scared of them, honey?”

“N-no.” His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth for a second. “I just…don’t wanna see them again.”

She squeezed his hand. “It’s ok, sweetheart. You don’t have to worry about any of it. I’m going to find them, and you won’t even have to look at them until they’re all in chains.”

“Isaac looks good in chains…” he mumbled.

“Most people do,” she said with a smile. “You can do anything you want with them. You can hurt them, kill them, make them your playthings…whatever you want. Just…” Her eyes filled with tears and she pressed her lips together. “That little bitch Vera’s life is mine. I don’t care what you do to her, but when it’s time for her to die, she’s mine.” Her lips trembled and she swallowed hard.

“But…I don’t…” He shook his head slowly, marveling at the way the room lagged behind.

She squeezed his hand. “We’ll talk about it when you haven’t had ketamine, baby,” she whispered, leaning forward to plant a kiss on his forehead. As she pulled back he aimed a kiss into the air, slightly confused about how she had moved back so quickly. Her fingers stroked through his hair as his eyes slid slowly shut.

“Ketamine is good,” he sighed.

Continued here

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bouwrites · 4 years

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Maribat March 2020 Prompt: High School

Week 4, Day 7. End of the line for me! So happy to have been able to partake in this wonderful event. Working with prompts and short fics like this is a new experience for me, so I hope y’all enjoyed it.

It was a lot of fun! I’m looking forward to writing more prompts, and more Maribat, in the future! <3

Maribat March 2020 Calendar.

Day 1: Sweetheart’s Dance, Day 6: Time Travel.

Ao3.

1833 words. Story under read-more.

Jon intends for it to be a quiet day. Or, perhaps not literally quiet, but quiet in the sense that it’s just him and Marinette, enjoying their small bit of stolen time together.

That’s why, despite them going out of the house, Jon doesn’t tell anyone where they’re going. Despite being in the same place as many of his friends from school, and even possibly Damian, if his brothers actually managed to wrangle him there this week, Jon just wants today to be him and this beautiful, precious, wonderful, amazing, unbelievable girl.

And okay, maybe he also wants to pretend it’s a date. Sue him. Who doesn’t want to be on a date with Marinette Dupain-Cheng? Jon never once lies to anyone. When his friends ask if he’s going to the game, he says he’s not sure. Until he walks onto the stands with Marinette, he isn’t sure. He could just as happily go anywhere else. When Marinette asks if they’ll see Damian there, he says probably not. Damian very rarely deigns to go to school football games, after all. He has better things to do, like stalk Gotham’s streets as Robin.

So, Jon’s conscience is clear, and in the end it’s just him, Marinette, cold metal bleachers, and a community of screaming football fans.

The first quarter has a lot of Jon leaning close, feeling her hot breath in his ear as she asks him questions about what’s happening. This is American football, after all. Living in Paris, she probably doesn’t see much of it. Jon is happy to explain the rules, why certain calls are made, what’s happening on the field, anything she asks, really.

Jon likes football, he does, and he cheers as loud as anyone when his team scores a touchdown. He’s competitive and he likes the impact of it all, and if his powers didn’t give him an unfair advantage that he’s not entirely sure he can control as much as he’d need to, he’d consider playing. That said, the biggest reason Jon brings her to his school football game isn’t any love for the sport, but a love for her.

She’s wicked competitive. He knows this as clearly as it beat him over the head last week when he dared answer her Ultimate Mecha Strike challenge. She also asks him about America sometimes, just like he asks her about France. This whole “date” is actually framed as a cultural exchange, of sorts. Marinette asks him what he considers fundamentally American and he just laughs and laughs and says, “Football. Easy. Want to come to a game sometime?”

He doesn’t plan on her agreeing, or actually making the trip over for his school’s game, but he’s not about to complain. Any time spent with Marinette is worth the hassle. Besides, Jon can see her get caught up in the atmosphere of the stadium.

She picks up the game quickly, so that by the time the first quarter is over, she only rarely needs to ask Jon to clarify things. She stands and screams with the superfans when his school scores a touchdown. She marvels at the band on the end of the bleachers off to their right, complimenting them every time they play. She squeals watching the cheerleaders do their routines and flips. She growls and howls her disappointment when the other team gains the advantage. She’s so cute. Jon thinks, watching her get riled up with the crowd over a foul.

The gentle flush on her cheeks, the breathiness of her voice after yelling, the bright, bright sunshine in her eyes and the mindless smile she never once drops. She’s so caught up in the game, Jon can’t help but get caught up in her. She could be one of the spotlights over the stadium for how bright she is.

The atmosphere is electric, charged, tense and vibrating with the energy of the game. It’s so easy to let their voices become one with the crowd’s, to be just a couple more high schoolers cheering on their school’s team. Nothing else. Not aliens or heroes. Just kids. It’s… exhilarating. It’s part of why Jon likes football. But with Marinette here? It’s even better.

The night goes on, there are ups and downs. Third quarter, one touchdown behind, Marinette is on the edge of her seat. The sun has gone down, though, and she’s crossing her arms and shivering. Jon chuckles. “I told you to bring a jacket.”

“I did!” Marinette protests, showing off her light cardigan. “I underestimated how cold it’d be.”

Jon giggles. “Ahaha, I can see that! Lucky you, I brought an extra.” He reaches into his bag at his feet and pulls out the extra jacket he brought, just in case. He doesn’t really expect Marinette to not bring a big enough coat, but he does know she gets cold fairly easily, and he wants nothing more than for this to go well, so he wants to be prepared.

And, just maybe, he might want to see Marinette in his letterman jacket. Sue him. It’s a classic. He can dream, just for tonight. It’s very American! And it is very warm.

Marinette brightens considerably when she sees his jacket. Jon is starstruck because he honestly doesn’t think she can get any brighter. He supposes the cold slowly tuned that down as the night went on, but she slips into his jacket, several sizes too big for her, and curls into his side for good measure, just for that bit of extra warmth.

And doesn’t that do strange things to his heart? If anyone were to see them now, if any of the many, many people around were to look, they wouldn’t think twice about him and Marinette being a couple. That’s… wow. Just the thought.

Jon is lost in the sight of her, trying hard not to think too much about it all. Her in his jacket, her arms around his, her head on his shoulder. It’s hard, but he tries to focus on the game. It doesn’t work too well. That’s why he doesn’t realize immediately anything is amiss until she stiffens and nudges him.

That alone gets him on high alert. “What’s up?”

“What’s that?!” Marinette squeaks, pointing to the jumbotron on the end of the field. Jon follows her finger to the screen and… Oh. Oh, no. Oh, God. Oh, hell.

There, on the screen, are him and Marinette, surrounded by a bright pink heart and the elegant script reading, “Kiss Cam”.

“Jon?”

Jon nervously tries to comfort her. “It’s just a silly thing. They point the camera at couples, and they kiss is all. It’s supposed to be cute.”

“We’re supposed to…” Marinette glances between him and the screen once, twice, Jon just prays for the camera to get the hint and turn somewhere else, but just before he’s sure it must be about to, Marinette grabs him by the collar to pull him close. One hand on his cheek, the one closer to the stands, so they’re still in full view of the camera, she tilts her head cutely. “We should… right? Are you okay wi-”

Jon closes the small gap left between them to kiss her.

He’s out of breath before his lips even touch hers, but the moment they do he’s breathless on a whole other level. He’s dreamed of this moment, of finally, finally kissing her for longer than he’ll admit. How many times has he seen her smile and just… imagined? Let his mind get carried away with dreams of paradise? Let himself feel that tiny spark of hope that dreams aren’t all they have to be?

The kiss is chaste and lasts for hardly a moment, but Jon won’t ever forget this moment. He can’t even if he tries. It’s strange, because he’s completely shut down in so many ways. His lungs don’t work, his mind is blank, he feels paralyzed, and yet it’s also sublime. It’s almost as if all his faculties take a step back to allow space for the emotion that rushes through him. He forgets just how bad of an idea this is, because this half-moment is greater than he ever imagined.

All at once, Jon’s head catches up with him and he realizes what he’s truly doing, and he jumps away like he’s been burned. He risks a glance at the jumbotron, sighing with some relief that he’s no longer on camera, and then he looks to Marinette.

She’s just… staring at him. “Marinette?” He breathes. “Aw, hell, I’m so sorry, I didn’t thin- I mean you were askin- I- and I jus- I just…”

“Wha-? Jon, I was asking you if it was okay to kiss you! It’s okay!”

Jon risks looking her in the eye. Her gaze is full of concern and worry and Jon mentally berates himself for putting that there. He just… kind of can’t breathe. “You mean it? I mean, I… I just- I just kind of went for it. I know you weren’t really rea-”

Jon is cut off suddenly by her grabbing his collar again and pulling him close. His rambling words catch on a gasp in his throat when he finds himself intimately close to her once more. She pauses just before they crash into each other, to cup his cheek and to ensure it’s gentle, before she closes the hair of distance left to kiss him again.

That’s… that’s not what he’s expecting. But Lord, he’s not going to complain. Marinette pulls back from him, giggling. “Now we’re even?”

“Even…” Jon says. His voice is dangerously close to a whimper. “Right. Even.”

“Great. Oh! The game is starting again!” Marinette grabs his arm again, curling close. Jon has neither the faculties nor the patience to focus on the game again. All he can think about is… Holy cow, she kissed me. She kissed me!!! We weren’t even on the kiss cam, she just did it!

What the hell is happening? I’ve… I’ve got to be dreaming, right?

If it is a dream, it’s the best one he’s ever had. And if it’s a dream, maybe he can push his luck a little. Carefully, he moves her closer hand from the crook of his elbow to his own, and tentatively laces his fingers through hers.

She looks over at him, flushed as red as he feels (he hopes it’s not just from the cold), and all he can do is offer a hopeful smile. When she smiles back, and he feels her hand squeeze his own, he can hardly believe it. He giggles senselessly and raises their joined hands to kiss the back of hers. “H-hey, I…”

The crowd erupts into a roar, drawing both of their attention to where his school’s team just scored a touchdown. With the field goal, they’re tied again.

“We can talk later.” Marinette yell-whispers into his ear. “When it’s not so loud! But I’m really glad I came tonight!”

Jon returns her grin. “Me too!”

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Safe & Sound ~Barisi, Part 2

y/n has a great life. Two dads that love and care for her and her siblings, a squad that would risk their lives for her, friends that support her and a healthy love life. Everything is great, until someone from her parent's past returns and throws her life into hell. **A rewrite of Safe** Words: 1283 Part 1

Sorry if the Spanish is badly translated, I had to use google translate because I don't know Spanish, if anyone wants to fix it and help me with Spanish is the future that would be great.

“Mateo! Samuel! Get back here!” Sonny yelled running down the steps of the family church in Staten Island after your brothers much to the amusement of the rest of your family.

“They are 7 and have been sitting still for an hour what did he expect?” you thought out loud as you walked with Jamie behind your family and in front of his. Jamie snorted a laugh along with your family. Your dad groaned as he handed Dyan, the sleeping 2-year-old in his arms to Sonny’s mum.

“You are my favourite” he whispered to the baby loud enough for everyone to hear, Jamie laughed again causing you to hit him.

“That’s because he doesn’t do anything!” you called after him as he went help Sonny wrangle your brothers. You and Jamie stood between your two families as they each had their own conversations.

“Are you gracing us with your presence for this weeks Reagan family dinner?” Joe smirked putting his arm around your shoulders “It’s been a couple of weeks since you’ve been” the three of you looked over to the Raegan parents with big grins on your faces.

“Well-” Frank started

“-Of course dear, you are always welcome so long as it's okay with your dads” Mary smiled at you cutting her husband off.

“Ask your dads what?” Sonny asked as he walked up holding Mateo’s hand while Rafael has Samuel in a fit of giggles as threw him over his shoulder, joining the family again.

“If I can go to Reagan family dinner?” you asked with wide eyes, pleading for them to say yes

“Ask the boss” Sonny shrugged

“Nonna, can I go?” You grinned, making not only the Carisi clan but also the Reagan’s.

“Sure, I’m your father but what do I matter?” Rafael grumbled light-heartedly

“Of course” she laughed and kissed your head. You loved your family. And the Carisi’s were your family. It didn’t matter that Sonny wasn’t your biological father, the Carisi’s took you in as one of their own. At 3 years of age, you didn’t know about biological all you knew is that they loved you...

You sat in the back of Sonny’s car with your blanket in hand as you watched two raindrops race each other on the car window. Your dad and Sonny talked about something in the front that you didn’t understand or really care about. The car finally stopped in front of a big two-story house.

“What if she doesn’t like them?” Rafael whispered

“Trust me, my mum is gonna be pulling out all the stops, she’ll probably be high on sugar for weeks after this” Sonny rubbed Rafael’s thigh “Stop stressing”

“We go in?” you piped up from the back seat breaking the silence that had fallen over the car. Sonny chuckled and jumped out of the car and helped you out carrying you in quickly to get you out of the rain. Sonny knocked on the door while bouncing you up and down, making you giggle. It didn’t take long for the door to open.

“Oh finally!” the woman who opened the door exclaimed, she leaned forward and kissed Sonny’s cheek. “Rafael it’s good to see you again” she kissed your dad’s cheek as well.

“It’s good to see you too Mrs Carisi” Rafael smiled

“Oh please, how many times do I have to tell you dear call me Tessa, Dom! Get out here!” She called as she closed the door. “And this must be y/n! Oh, she is adorable!” You hid your face in Sonny’s neck and tightened your grip on his shirt.

“Hey y/n wanna meet my ma?” Sonny gently asked bouncing you again. You shook your head and tried to hid even more.

“mi princesa, esta es la madre de Sonny, Tessa. Ella es realmente agradable, lo prometo” (My princess, this is Sonny's mother, Tessa. She is really nice, I promise) your dad said gently rubbing your arm

“Whatever you said I hope it was good” Tessa smiled

“I think he said your nice” Sonny reassured his mother.

“He did” you mumbled

“What sweetie?” Tessa asked trying not to scare you

“Papi said you are nice” you whispered turning your head to look at her but still resting it Sonny’s shoulder.

“I’m surprised you haven’t become fluent in Spanish yet son” a man who looked a lot like Sonny, just older and wearing glasses walked down the hallway. “Rafael” he nodded shaking your dad's hand

“I’m learning it takes some time” Sonny mumbled

“Y/n can speak Spanish” Rafael teased

“Can you?” Dom asked excitedly. You slowly nodded your head

“Si, Papi and Abuela taught me… Sometimes me and Papi have secret talks in Spanish when we have a secret from Sonny” you giggled, making everyone laugh

“I’m catching on though” Sonny said blowing a raspberry on your cheek making you burst into laughter.

“Come on your sisters have been waiting” Tessa smiled pushing Dom down the hallway. Your dad took your shoes off and your jacket. Sonny put you down on the ground, causing you to whine.

“I’m not going anywhere” Sonny smiled taking his own jacket off before taking your hand and walking you slowly down the hallway to where the rest of the Carisi clan were.

“About time you guys showed up” a woman said, your grip tightened on Sonny’s hand

“Play nice Gina” Tessa warned.

“Princesa this is Gina, Bella and Teresa they are Sonny’s sisters” your dad said pointing to each woman.

“Where’s Mia?” Sonny asked

“Her dad’s weekend, the bastard would change weekends” Teresa grunted

“Resa! Language! Do I need to get the soap out?” Tessa scolded her daughter making your dad and Sonny laugh.

“Sorry” she mumbled

“Damn I was looking forward to seeing Mia” Sonny sighed.

“Mia?” You whispered pulling on Sonny’s hand

“Mia is Teresa’s hija” Sonny said “she’s a 7 just a little older then you”

“How old are you y/n?” Bella asked, you shyly hid behind Sonny’s leg and held up three fingers “wow! Three?! You’re a big girl!”

“Food will be ready in 15” Dom walked into the lounge room. Sonny and Rafael sat down on the couch, you followed closely behind. Slowly over the night, you opened up to the Carisi’s. Tessa brought out a chest full of toys for you to play with. You would run between the chest and the couch your dad and Sonny were sitting on to show them toys while they talked with everyone. You managed to get Sonny to sit on the ground with you.

“You don’t have to” your dad said to Sonny as he lowered himself to the ground, you frowned at your dad making everyone laugh.

“I think I do, plus I want to” Sonny smiled pulling you to his chest as he littered kisses all over your face.

“My god son, she’s got you wrapped around her little finger” Dom shook his head. When dinner was served you sat between Sonny and Rafael. As everyone’s plates were put down on the table, you weren’t too happy, the food didn’t look good, very green. You were surprised when your plate was put down and you were greeted with nuggets and fries. “A little birdy told me they were your favourite” Dom winked at you.

After dinner, everyone went back to the lounge room, you went back to playing with the toys. When whined when your dad said it was time to leave, you were having so much fun but everyone could tell you were fighting sleep. When you left you gave Tessa and Dom big hugs and they promised that you would be back soon.

From that night on you were unofficially a Carisi...

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docholligay · 4 years

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Let it Lie

This is for the anon that asked for “Ruka and Mina brotp angst” I HOPE THIS IS SERVING. 2053 words, part of the Talismans rewrite, which is right here. OH YEAH IT’S THIS PART. BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

By all accounts, Minako Aino was having a bad day. Her shift got cut at work, the washing machine wasn’t working, she had no clue where the hell Haruka was, the fridge was empty because both of them had totally neglected to go to the grocery store, and now it was fucking raining, and she was being called to battle.

A quick transformation, and then nothing but grumbling as she went to fight over another person, who would not be holding a talisman, which meant that the princess was never going to be fucking revealed which meant they were never going to finish what the moon had started all those years ago, which meant they’d never be rid of the burden that was having her jump from roof to roof across Tokyo.

It was a huge, imposing building, and it seemed to be unsure itself what it was being built for, strange, twisted columns sharpening to points at the ends of them, like a castle built to a fairytale that was never going to be. What was Haruka doing here in the first place? This was the outskirts of Tokyo, not near anything she did on any regular basis. Had the enemy lured her out here with a car or something?

Mina sighed huffily. She was going to go in, answer Haruka’s beacon, and tell her to get her ass to the grocery store like she said she was going to do, and fix their washing machine. And then, Mina was going to go get a drink.

She crept in through a back door, quietly, but heard nothing. No fighting, no yelling (and if Haruka was fighting, there was always yelling), no nothing. She crept closer and closer, hand at her chain, and then her ears perked as she heard something.

“Michiru, Michiru, c’mon, you can’t--”

MIna rounded the corner quickly. Haruka was on her knees in from of Michiru’s body, begging her not to die, not to be dead, both of Haruka’s hands around one of Michiru’s. She placed Michiru’s hand at her cheek.

“Please don’t leave me here, Michi. You can’t just, you can’t do this, why didn’t--”

“Uranus.” Mina stepped into the colored patchwork quilt of light.

Haruka looked back at her, looking so much younger than she was in that moment, hair tossed around her circlet, eyes gleaming with frustration and tears. She just stared at Mina for a moment, allowing her to take in the scene. Michiru was dead. Whenever someone said a dead person looked like they were sleeping, mIna knew they had never seen one who wasn’t made up. Dead people looked dead, and Michiru was dead, a wine dark red spiling across her chest. Bad vintage, Mina thought darkly. Her fuku had vanished, and all trace of her senshi self was gone, replaced only with an heiress in fine Italian shoes and a neat black pencil skirt.

Mina’s eyebrow ticked upward in interest, just for one moment. We revert to human when we die. The power is a fairweather friend, I see.

A sob from Haruka broke her out of the line of thought.

Above her body, just a foot or two, was the talisman. Mina didn’t know how she knew it was the talisman, but the small whisper in her soul, the frightening one who was Venus, whispered it to her, and she knew that it was true. They had found one. They had one, in Pluto’s staff. Now they needed one more.

There was a gun by Haruka’s side, some sort of creation that must belong to Crow and the entire crew who had been working so hard to stop the rise of the princess.

“She saved me,” Haruka’s voice was cracking, “She died to save me. She said she wouldn’t….that she wouldn’t let me die.”

Mina reached her hand out toward the mirror above Michiru. “The Aqua Mirror. It was her.”

“Don’t touch it!” Haruka broke into tears. “I--she didn’t love me--she doesn’t, I’m so confused, and--”

“Okay, okay,” Mina knelt by her side, keeping her voice measured. Haruka was starting to spiral, and she could see it happening in real time “This is a lot, I know. You two didn’t, “ she placed her hand on Haruka’s shoulder, “end on the best of terms--”

“--Why did she do this?? I--she hated me--she thought I was stupid, and then she--I don’t get it!”

“Buddy, hey, take a breath here, just take a breath.” But her eyes continued to be drawn to the talisman, the thing they had been searching for, fighting for, and it had been here the whole time, “Now we just gotta find--”

“The Space Sword.” Haruka’s voice came curt, cutting off her tears immediately, “Let me help you. It’s in me.”

“What?” Mina looked over at her, taking her eyes off the unearthly glow of the talisman.

“Crow told me,” she gave a weak chuckle, “Uranus and Neptune were traitors, and cowards, so they were punished. Just like...candy wrappers, that’s all we are.”

Mina rocked back on her heels and sighed. What a fucking day.

“Okay, we gotta talk to Plu, I mean--”

Haruka picked up the gun. “No. I can help. I can at least do this.”

“Hey, no, just stop,” Mina took her by the shoulders, “Let’s at least ask, right? We’ve got time, and you can, you know, always kill yourself later. Let’s calm down first, I know--”

She shook her head. “It’s the only way. Queen Serenity made it so we had to die.” She nodded. “I can die.”

“You’re just fucking saying that because you’re upset about Neptune.” She made a grab for the gun, but Haruka wsa too fast, “Knock it off.”

Why weren’t the others here? They could all stop her together, no problem. She made a mental note to express the need for haste when it came to this shit at her next meeting.

“Uranus, we can find a way to do this, I know we can,” Mina touched her hand, “Pluto’s great at this kind of moon thing, we can do it without having to kill you. Just please, please put it down, okay?”

“I liked living with you,” Haruka said calmly, “Thank you for being my friend.”

She aimed the gun at her chest, and Mina took the moment to tackle her, wrestling against her. She was so tall, and it was hard to get away from her, wrangling together, but MIna wasn’t about to give up. She felt for the gun, fighting, wrenching, struggling, trying so hard to save Haruka while Haruka was trying so hard to destroy herself. It wasn’t the last time she’d feel that way, but it would certainly be the mst physical time. She felt for it, and she put her hands on it, and Haruka began to lose her grip, just a little. Mina closed her eyes and began to focus her power. It was going to hurt Haruka, but just for a second, and then she’d--

Her focus was shattered with a stiff punch to her jaw that set her reeling backwards, her face aflame with the heat of the hit. She was angry and scared and so many things she had little chance to organize as she looked at Haruka, who was sitting with the gun, a small, peaceful smile on her face.

“I know you can do it, Mina. Get the princess, save the world,” she nodded. “Sorry.”

“HARU--”

She put the gun to her chest and pulled the trigger, the whole room streaming with light and a great crash. When Mina opened her eyes, there was the sword, wavering above Haruka, who was still in her fuku, but breathing hard, blood pouring out of her.

Mina scrambled across the floor to her side.

“Haruka, you’re so stupid, I told you not to do that, GODDAMNIT HARUKA I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU.” Tears began to prick her eyes, and she sniffled.

“I don’t--” She gasped, “You won’t--”

“Yeah I get it, you saved me the trouble.” She took Haruka’s hand, “Just fucking like you to do this, who the hell is gonna fix the washing machine now? Me? Be serious, Ru.”

She tried to keep her voice lighthearted. There wasn’t much she could do for Haruka, now, having accomplished the terrible task Mina had tried to keep her from, but at the very least she could try to give her a little bit of happiness to carry with her, something to light her way on the dark road to Hades. Something to comfort her.

Haruka coughed out a little blood, eyes wide, and took a wet, rumbling breath.

“You know what?” Mina settled in beside her, and brushed at her hair with her other hand, “I’ve got some money laid away. I was gonna go to Los Angeles, ask if you wanted to come. So, I’m gonna pay for your funeral, and get you just, the biggest, gaudiest headstone, and anyone who ever sees it will be like, ‘wow what the shit, she must have been awesome’ and no one will ever forget you, okay? Because I won’t, because I really--” she gave a troubled sigh, the tears falling down her cheeks, “--I really do love you, you know? So, don’t ever think no one did. I do. I’m gonna miss you, so much, and I love you. You dumb bitch.”

Haruka couldn’t speak, but looked up at her, and Mina thought, and hoped, that she understood, that she felt loved at least for one moment in her life, and just let herself feel it. Her breaths were getting shorter now. It couldn’t have been long, but it stretched out like a shadow along the floor, and Mina wondered if she had gone through this with Michiru, if she had watched her struggle and die in this horrible place.

“It’s okay now. I’m not mad at you.” MIna rubbed at her shoulder. “No one’s mad at you. It’s okay. Just let go, Bud. Just go on. We had a lot of good times, didn’t we? Even though it wasn’t very long.”

She was talking to keep Haruka comfortable, she was talking because it was the only way to drown out the horrible sound of those terrible, struggling breaths, she was talking for reasons she didn’t even understand.

“When we had pancakes for Christmas? I want to tell you that was my favorite Christmas of all, you and me. We could have done it ever better, if we got another chance. But it was good. All the time we spent at that shitty bar down the street?” Mina gave a weak laugh, “Trying to take home girls? You’d have done a better job if you weren’t afraid of anyone flirting back. It was fun. I had fun.”

MIna looked off for a moment. “I promise you. I promise you, that’ll I’ll find the princess. I’ll be the one to carry the sword, and I’ll find her. She’ll know how to make all this right. She’s supposedly got messiah-like power. She’ll make it all better.”

MIna wasn’t sure she believed any of that, but she wasn’t sure it mattered. Not now.

“And when,” the gaze in Haruka’s eyes was faraway now, her breaths so shallow that Mina wasn’t sure how she was still alive, “when that happens, I’ll make sure they build a big statue to you, and I’ll..make up some version of this story that makes it clear you died a hero. No question. I’ve been a liar all my life, and I don’t mind doing it for you. No one has to know it was just like this. You know what? You saved Michiru. That’s the truth, because I said it is. No one has to know.”

Mina clasped her hand in both of hers, and squeezed it. “So go on, Ruka. I got this.”

And then Haruka Tenoh, a friend Mina had never expected, her own personal diamond in the rough, took one more hitched breath, relaxed, and died. The fuku fell away, and there was only Haruka, in her soft grey sweater and her little red tennis shoes, dead on the floor of a half-constructed palace for the princess that was coming, a cathedral to the gods of heartache.

MInako Aino was having a bad day.

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Born Into the Wilds - Chapter 13

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In which there is a whole lot of talking.

Featuring: Lucians being dicks, paperwork, the author having no idea how to write newspaper articles, Luche's guilt and an impromptu lunch date.

Hadnissa (I'm trying to figure out a better way to do this, I swear):

thuir = father buhgil = term of endearment for children; lit.: sprout (noun) sinehär = Elder oirkar = chief, clan head; lit.: leading person; a title gekkan = bear like creature with antlers; native to Galahd mahirahn = Grandmother oktihn = grandchild cünaniu = a moot, basically a publilc gathering to debate stuff. Held by selected Elders and has to be an odd number Galahkar = person of Galahd ahtri = spirit; umbrella term for everything from actual nature spirits to the presence of their ancestors sinehär gisdrauht = Elder Storyteller fohl = expression of frustration

The day started bright and early with the shrill cry of his alarm clock. Nyx gave a quiet groan, muffled by his pillow, and blindly swatted at his bedside table. The resulting quiet was music to his ears. Blue eyes blinked open, bleary and unfocused, before they fluttered closed again.

Why did he decide waking up at six in the morning on an off day was a good idea again?

Oh, right.

The paperwork.

With a grunt and a jaw breaking yawn he forced himself to get out of bed and stretched languidly. After getting back to Insomnia yesterday and the audience with King Regis, it had been unanimously decided amongst all of them to call it a day and go back to bed. So Nyx had at last attempted to get more order into the stacks of paperwork still cluttering his apartment.

It had been surprisingly productive. The Kingsglaive roster – active and inactive members – was neatly stacked on his table next to Little Galahd's finances, or at least the parts Crowe had already managed to work through. Axis had taken back the Clan roster just before they had been called out into the field and everything else, from various administrative papers to eventual plans to be considered for the future, was in stacks on the floor next to his armchair.

He stared blankly out of the window as he waited for his tea to steep, not in the mood to try and wrangle an edible breakfast from his cupboards. The light outside was dim, lacking the golden light of a cloudless sunrise. The smoky smell of the black tea did wonders to his ability to want to stay awake and actually pull the folder of inactive members closer to him.

Those were the ones that were on leave due to injury, on maternity or paternity leave, or were on the verge of being let go because something prevented them from active duty.

It was the last group that Nyx still had to do something about. All others had been incorporated already in the new structure and had been made aware either by the gossip circulating through Little Galahd or because of the messages Pelna had written. The last group though...

His thoughts strayed to Hephaistos. The man had been injured during a battle and because help hadn't been able to arrive fast enough, he had lost a leg. The Captain had managed to get him a job as a secretary at the acquisitions office for the Glaive. Maybe he could do something like that? He couldn't just fire the civilians that were doing the secretarial and bureaucratic jobs right now, but the idea had merit. He would bring it up with the others, he decided.

A knock on the door startled Nyx out of his thoughts. A glance to the clock told him that it was barely half past six. Who would want something from him at this time of the morning? Okay, scratch that, he could think of a lot of people, up to and including a reporter with a death wish.

Grumbling, he stood up and traipsed across the room to open his front door. In front of him stood Ker, Pelna's niece, hand raised to knock again. Her eyes skimmed over his naked upper body and a fine, red dusting crept along her cheeks in embarrassment. She mumbled something incoherent.

Nyx blinked in surprise. “I'm sorry, what?”

Ker's face became even redder as she fidgeted slightly with the hem of her top and repeated more clearly: “Aunt Tethys and Uncle Pelna want to invite you for breakfast.”

“I would love to,” grinned Nyx. “Give me a minute to get dressed and I'll be over. I wouldn't miss a free meal for the world.” He added the last part with a wink.

Ker giggled and nodded, the awkwardness bleeding out of her. “I'll tell them you'll be over soon.”

“See you again in a minute,” Nyx called after her and closed his door.

A sigh escaped his lips as he turned around to look for a t-shirt or a tunic to wear. The first thing he found in his dresser was an earth coloured t-shirt with a camouflage pattern. Shrugging on a pair of linen trousers, his gaze fell on the beautiful khopesh laying on the dresser.

It hadn't been a weapon traditionally used by his people in the early days of Galahd, until they had fallen out of use and eventually all but forgotten. His fingers skimmed along the cool metal of the blade that started straight before it curved into a sickle like shape. Nyx could feel the power thrumming through the weapon, it was most certainly magically crafted. There wasn't an element embedded within it, like some stories said Solheimr weapons had been, but there was something else. A power that whispered of running as fast as the wind, of being faster than anyone else. He couldn't wait to truly test the blade out.

But not now. With a vague feeling of disappointment churning in his gut, he turned around and left his apartment.

The door to Pelna's apartment was practically ripped open before Nyx could even knock. He blinked in surprise as Tethys – still smelling of fish and the harbour – gripped him by the wrist and pulled him inside.

“Hey, wow. Where's the fire?” he managed to ask as he did his best not to bristle at the woman.

Tethys had the sense to look apologetic. “We thought it would be best, if you heard this from us before some idiot walks up to you on the street. Yesterday kind of blew up in the papers.”

Nyx froze in his motion of sitting down a the table. Ker had just put down a cup of tea in front of him.

“What? What do you mean 'blew up'?”

Pelna pushed a paper towards him. It was the Insomnian Star, the biggest of the more serious newspapers in the city. It was funded by the crown and centred mostly around political and economical news. And right on the front page was a picture of him, clad in hunter's grey and summer silk, on his way up the stairs of the Citadel. His posture was straight, his head held high, and even through the photograph Nyx could see the cat like grace with which he moved.

How hadn't he noticed that someone had been there?

That question flew right out the window when he read the headline.

Meeting of Kings

The first day of long overdue negotiations?

“What the ever loving fuck?” Was all he managed to say as he stared down at it.

“Language!” Tethys admonished him without any heat in her voice.

Moireus giggled into his yoghurt. Dione rolled her eyes and grumbled something into her porridge. This caused the young boy to kick her in the shin under the table and crow: “Language!”

The teenager stuck out her tongue.

“If you two don't stop right now, neither of you'll get any desert after dinner,” Tethys warned them with a stern look on her face.

Both children pulled remarkably similar pouts, but kept silent and continued eating their breakfast.

Nyx hadn't been paying all that much attention to the exchange or the fact that Pelna had put a bowl of porridge with boiled grains in front of him, too absorbed into the article he was now reading.

After years of silence, the Galahdian King has now come forward. Yesterday this photograph was taken as the King of Galahd was on his way to a meeting with King Regis, the CXII, as trusted sources have disclosed. There is no further information on what has been spoken of, but it is a very large possibility part of it pertained to the refugee situation.

But who is this Galahdian King who has remained anonymous until now? Why has he chosen this moment to step into the political arena?

Let us take a closer look:

Nyx Ulric (27), born on Galahd, came to Insomnia with the second to last wave of refugees that were accepted into Insomnia in 746 ME. The moment he entered the our city, the hidden King volunteered for the Kingsglaive, King Regis' special forces, founded in 741 ME. During his five years of service Nyx Ulric was a loyal soldier fighting to win back his lost home, and was hailed a hero by his comrades.

Our source, who wishes to remain unnamed, has told of a man who never leaves anybody behind, who is the first during an attack and the last during a retreat. A man of great ideals and convictions who loves his people and his kingdom.

Nyx had to stop reading, mouth dry and appetite gone. He looked up to see Pelna watching him with observant eyes while his wife corralled the children – especially Moireus – to get ready for school.

“Who blabbed?” Nyx demanded, voice lowered so the children wouldn't hear the boiling rage in his words.

He could feel sparks of magic igniting under his skin, threatening to spill over along with the urge to hunt, to feel his prey's blood pooling in his mouth and feast in triumph.

The muscles around Pelna's eyes twitched. His whole body was coiled with tension.

“I don't know.” He wetted his lips. “But I'm going to find out.”

Blue coeurl eyes stared at the darker skinned man.

“Good,” Nyx growled.

How dare they? How dare they?

Whoever had done this would pay. Galahd was no kingdom and did not belong to Lucis. The very thought was laughable. And that someone – a Glaive, a comrade, a friend – had called it that made his blood boil and his magic spark. What was worse, was that the Lucians were now truly starting to dig into his past. He wanted to say they wouldn't find anything, but if they didn't discover who their source was in time...

He didn't want to think about it.

There were things that shouldn't be known to outsiders.

“You should eat.” Nyx turned around and saw Tethys, looking concerned. “If you don't, you won't be at full strength to hunt.”

That... was true. He nodded and picked up his spoon. The porridge had cooled considerably while he had been reading the article. Even lukewarm it tasted good. After the first bite Nyx realized how hungry he was and started to eat in earnest. The woman nodded, satisfied.

“Come, children. Time for you to go or you'll be late.”

Moireus bounded over and gave his father a kiss on the cheek.

“Bye-bye, thuir.”

“Good-bye, and have fun,” smiled Pelna and carded a hand through his son's curly black hair.

The boy rounded the chair and tucked at the hem of Nyx' t-shirt until the man bent down to receive his own kiss on the cheek.

“Bye-bye, Nyx.”

“Bye, buhgil.”

With a bright grin and a wave, Moireus ran for the door.

“Hey, wait! Not so fast. Bye!” called Dione and ran after her younger cousin.

Ker followed at a more sedate pace and closed the front door behind her. The silence between the three adults lasted for all of five seconds.

“Now can anybody tell me what the fuck is going on?” Nyx demanded, trying to reign in his temper and his magic.

The other two shared a look.

“The Lucians see something unusual – in their perspective – going on and draw the entirely wrong conclusions. That's what,” Tethys snapped only to take a calming breath. “This is getting out of hand. While you all were gone on your mission, people kept snooping around, bothering the sinehäris and the children.”

“What do they want?” Nyx wanted to know, frowning.

Tethys shrugged. “Information, mostly. About you, Pelna, Libertus, Luche, Crowe and Ladone. Oirkar Ostium nearly murdered the guy who tried to proposition one of his daughters for information.”

“One of them did what? Who was it? How's the guy still alive?”

Nyx wished he could have been there to see Libertus' uncle loose his temper. It didn't happen often, but when it did, it was spectacular. There was only one thing, really, that could make Murus Ostium truly blow a fuse, and that was his family. Threaten his family in any way and you had a gekkan of a man coming for your throat as fast as a snake.

“Funny, that. Sinehär Demetri of Clan Arra heard the arguing and broke them up. The man may be old, but even Oirkar Ostium respects him,” the woman recounted.

Nyx snorted a laugh. “His daughter is alright? Which one was it?”

“Hora. And that Lucian ass would have had a lethal accident by now, if something had really happened to her.”

“Hora would have gutted that Lucian like a fish herself,” Pelna stated and finished his tea. “Nyx, I've been meaning to tell you, but with our mission I haven't had the opportunity: I may have a lead on our money issue.”

Nyx blinked at the sudden change of topic, but leaned forward, interested. “What did you find out?”

“You know that company, WEAPON, I've been telling you about? Turns out that nearly half of the Kingsglaive's money is going there, but the equipment we have from them is worth only a third of that. So someone is definitely using the place to launder money, I just have no clue yet, as to whom it is.”

“Who all has the authority to order supplies for us? It can't be that many people,” Nyx commented, thoughtful and all of a sudden, angry again.

Who dared to sabotage his pack? When he found out who it was he would hunt them down and rip their throat out with his teeth. The smell of ozone burned in his nose as tiny sparks arched over his skin.

“-yx! If you don't calm down, I'm dumping a bucket of water on you!”

That was Tethys. She-member of his pack. Strong and wilful and entirely willing to go through with her threats. He blinked and tried to reign his magic in.

“I'm sorry,” he managed to say, his voice a deep rumble in his chest.

Tethys Najad gave him a hard stare, her dark grey eyes hard as flint. In this moment she possessed a startling likeness with Ladone. She looked at him like that for a few seconds, clearly searching for something, before she nodded.

“You're as new to this as we are,” she conceded.

And that was that.

“You'd be surprised how long the list of suspects actually is,” Pelna continued from where he left off. “It starts with the King and ends with Hephaistos Gohlann. The two most notable Names on the list are Cor Leonis and Titus Drautos. Both have easy access to the Glaive's budged compared to all the others. Leonis because he's the head of the entire Lucian army and the Captain because he's our leader.”

“I... can't really imagine that either of them would do something like that. I can't say with the General, but the Captain hates the Empire just as much as the rest of us. He wouldn't gain anything from this,” Nyx frowned.

“I can't believe it either, but better to check it out. Maybe someone close to the Captain is responsible for it. If that's the case then we need to find out so we can warn him,” explained Pelna.

“That... yeah, let's do that.” Nyx sighed. “Man, this is a mess.”

You're telling me, his friend's gaze seemed to say.

“You're going to figure it out,” Tethys addressed the two of them. “But for now you really need to decide what you want to do about the Lucians, Nyx. And fast. If this spirals out of control any further it'll get ugly. There are those who did not take kindly to what was done to us before we were allowed to enter the city and all of our patience is starting to wear thin.”

“I'll need to talk to the sinehäris,” Nyx muttered with a grimace.

It had not been pretty back then. They had managed to take so few things with them and then those greedy Lucians had taken most of that before they had gained permission to enter the city. Nyx still remembered his fury when they had taken four of his ancestral hunting knifes and one of his sister's headdresses, he had managed to take as a memento, from him because those “weren't on the list of acceptable items allowed in Insomnia”.

“You do that,” Tethys nodded as he stood up.

“Thank you for the breakfast, Pelna, Tethys.”

“Any time,” grinned Pelna as he accompanied him to the door.

“Don't be a stranger!” she called from the kitchen.

“Is it really getting that bad?” Nyx wanted to know with a quiet voice.

His friend made a face. “It's getting tense. You becoming makti-oir alleviated it somewhat, but that won't last forever.”

“Thanks. For all that you're doing. Really. Without you this would be so much more difficult.”

“Don't mention it,” Pelna waved off. “I owe you too much not to help. And you're my friend. I would never leave a friend to weather a storm alone.”

Nyx gave him a friendly shove and a quick hug. He couldn't help himself and nuzzled dark, curly hair with a content purr before he let go. The action earned him a bemused smile.

“Don't get into too much trouble,” Pelna said as Nyx slipped out the front door.

“Me? Never,” he said with a wide grin and closed the door.

The streets of Little Galahd were as lively and colourful and loud as ever. Maybe even more so. A tension, Nyx hadn't really noticed because it had always been there, seemed to have loosened. Everywhere people were greeting him and every few metres he stopped to talk to someone. A vendor showing off his wares, a young mother who needed to wrangle her young children and the groceries, a merchant who wanted to know about new opportunities now that things were changing.

It took him nearly thrice as long as it usually did to reach his destination. The run down apartment complex where they held their storytelling each week and where most of their administration was located along with apartments for all Elders who wished to live here. It was all paid for by the money everybody in Little Galahd pooled together.

With more confidence than he was really feeling he knocked at the door to Istoria Patientia's apartment on the ground level. On eye level of most adults there was a bold red line painted on the door, marking the apartment as a place where a storyteller lived.

To Nyx' surprise it was Luche who opened the door. Both men blinked at each other in mild surprise before the blond stepped aside to let Nyx enter. The hallway was cramped and painted a lovely blue. It smelled wonderfully of tea, spices and simmering stew.

“Good morning, Luche. I wasn't expecting to meet you here,” Nyx greeted as he gently rapped his knuckles against the wooden figurine standing right next to the door.

It stood on a side table, was around thirty centimetres in height and depicted a mythical bird of fire. Long ago, it was said, this bird had been a messenger of the Pyreburner, bringing life and hope with its flames. Now it was seen as a symbol of good fortune and it was supposed to bring luck, if you knocked on its head.

“Mahirahn insisted I keep her company today,” replied the older man, slight exasperation colouring his tone.

“There are worse things,” grinned Nyx.

Luche gave a non-committal hum and led him into a semi-large room that was kitchen and living room combined, at the end of the hall. Here the floor was tiled. A large, woven tapestry hung above an old couch and showed a hypnotic pattern of never ending knots. On the dining table a radio broadcast the weather forecast.

Istoria sat in a large rocking chair by the window, knitting needles in her hands and a ball of yarn in her lap. She looked up when she heard them enter the room and returned Nyx' greeting with a nod.

“I've been wondering when you would come visit me,” she said.

“You did?” he couldn't help but ask.

“Of course.” She looked over at Luche. “Please bring our guest a cup of tea, oktihn. There is much to discuss.”

Luche nodded and went to the kitchen while Nyx sat down on the chair Istoria had indicated towards. The knitting needles clacked gently, as the old woman sat them down in her lap and looked at him with an expression that made him want to fidget with nerves.

“Now tell me, Nyx, Oirkar of Clan Ulric, why are you here?”

He licked his lips. “I... I think it's time to call a Gathering of the Clan Heads.”

The Elder storyteller nodded in satisfaction and grinned. “That old shrew Eriq owes me a new shawl.”

“Mahirahn,” Luche sighed from where he poured tea into an earthen cup.

“An old woman needs her entertainment, oktihn. Just wait: when you're my age you'll bet on when it'll rain next, just to have something to do.”

“You have plenty of things to do,” her grandson pointed out in exasperation.

He set down a cup of tea at Nyx' elbow, another on the windowsill next to Istoria and with the last he sat down on the couch. Their positions formed a triangle at whose centre a hearth should have been located. Instead there was a trio of large candle holders, all made out of dark metal.

Istoria raised an eyebrow at Nyx. “Why do you want to call a Gathering of the Clan Heads?”

He took a sip of his tea to give himself another few seconds of trying to get his thoughts in order. The only thing it accomplished was making him angry again, as he remembered what Pelna and Tethys had told him earlier this morning.

“The Lucians are convinced I'm a king. Now even more than before. This morning Tethys of Clan Najad told me that people have been snooping around, looking for information they have neither earned nor deserve. I... they need to learn that they can't step all over us and our culture and believes, that there'll be consequences, if they do. But for that we as a people need to decide how we're going to present ourselves. We need to decide where our lines are, which aren't to be crossed and where we're willing to move.”

Nyx paused, surprised at himself. He had no idea where all of this had come from. Luche looked at him with an unreadable expression that slowly morphed into pleasant surprise and a hidden respect, Nyx had no idea what to do with. So he looked at Istoria instead. The Elder storyteller was slowly rocking in her rocking chair while sipping at her tea.

“And a cünaniu couldn't do that?” she asked.

Nyx opened his mouth to answer and then closed it again, thinking. A cünaniu could indeed decide these things, but in the end a Gathering held more weight to it. There, every Clan would have a voice and an equal chance to speak. The Clan Heads did not convene often, especially all of them. There was too much bad blood between some of them for it to not end in an attempted murder or two. Probably. But it was this Gathering where the long lasting decisions were made, the decisions that concerned not just one island full of people, but every Galahkar. And that's what he told the Elder storyteller.

Her piercing eyes seemed to peer down to his very being. It made Nyx want to hide behind his cup of tea, not that that would help any. So he just sat there and returned her gaze as steadily as he could as the seconds ticked by. Then she nodded.

“We made a good choice in you,” she said at last.

“What?” he blurted out and felt like an idiot.

“The other sinehäri and me. To be perfectly honest: at first I couldn't help but be worried. You are strong, yes, a good hunter – the best, in fact – humble, willing to fight for your people and you are an Ulric. Don't look at me like that. You should know better than anyone that your Clan has one of the strongest connections to our land, and that gives you power. A power I feared you would never acknowledge within yourself. You were hiding, Nyx of Clan Ulric. Hiding from your responsibilities, your strength and your potential. I thank the Great Coeurl every day that she forced you to stop.”

“But I wasn't-”

“You were,” interrupted Luche. “I don't think you realize how many people were willing to follow you when we first arrived here. You were barely twenty one and had managed to lead near half a thousand people here on your own. If you had spoken up against the treatment we received from the mainlanders, we would have followed you, if you had decided to leave Insomnia, we would have followed you. But instead you decided to take the easy route and fade into the anonymity of the Kingsglaive.”

Nyx could feel his nails dig painfully into the palms of his hands. They were shaking in fury and he could feel lightning spark. A deep, warning growl reverberated through the air and Nyx felt nothing but satisfaction as Luche paled and pressed his lips together.

That was not- it wasn't-

The smell of ozone was nearly overwhelming and Nyx' field of vision started to shift. How dare pack to accuse him of being a coward?

“Luche!” barked Istoria. “Do not blame a child for wanting to be safe. Such responsibility is daunting even for the most experienced. A coeurl hiding in the jungle is a coeurl learning to hunt. There are some things that need time, and showing yourself to your prey can be a truly terrifying thing.”

“Of course, mahirahn,” Luche gritted out between clenched teeth. “I apologize, makti-oir.”

Blue coeurl eyes blinked at pack leader-in-his-absence in consideration. Pack was pack, and sometimes pack fought, Nyx knew, to keep itself strong. Another sound rumbled through his chest, this time more like a purr. With one fluid motion he stood up from his chair and strode over towards the couch. Unceremoniously, he let himself flop over the blond man with his full weight. A wheezing sound was his answer and he grinned, shark like and full of teeth.

“You ahtrii damned son of a coeurl,” Luche groaned, but he did not try to push Nyx off. Instead he shifted to accommodate his weight.

Nyx gave a smug rumble and made himself right at home, draped over pack leader-in-his-absence. This was his pack member. His. They had fought and now they were both stronger for it. The coeurl part of him was deeply satisfied while everything else in his mind was quietly dying of embarrassment.

Istoria gave a quiet huff. “It's an honour to meet you, son of the Great Coeurl,” she said. “We have truly been blessed.”

Somehow Nyx doubted that but did nothing more than stretch and gently bump his head against Luche's as he stood up. It was a struggle to reign his magic and that animal-deep jungle-instinct in, but he managed, somehow. It was a wild thing, his magic, and it did not like to be reigned in, to be guided in human patterns.

“Thank you, sinehär gisdrauht, for your time. But I think I have taken up enough of it for today,” Nyx said with a quiet rumble in his voice, still.

“And I thank you for yours, makti-oir. May the fires of your hearth burn bright and strong and for a long time to come,” she replied with a tilt of her head.

“And yours,” he answered and turned around to leave the apartment.

He could hear Luche stand up and follow him. For a long moment they looked at each other in silence by the front door.

“What I said,” Luche started, “I mean it. I may have worded it rather... inelegantly, but it needed to be said.”

Nyx looked at him for a long moment. “What are you trying to say?”

The blond breathed a sigh through his nose. “The winds are changing and I can recognize when it's in our favour. The people have been more... like they used to be before all of this. Before we had to leave Galahd behind, unable to give our people the burial they deserve. What I mean is: whatever you need of me, I'll do everything in my power to make it happen.”

At these words, spoken with a quiet conviction, Nyx could feel his breath leave him and his eyes grow wide. He had expected many things of Luche, but not this.

“Luche, are you sure about this? You brokering an alliance between our Clans in the name of your oirkar, I can understand, but... fohl, why are you trying to pledge yourself to me? That's not- I would never demand you do something like this.”

His only answer was a flat stare.

There was something. Something Nyx was clearly missing and Luche was less than inclined to explain it to him. Just as well. With a frustrated huff he opened the door and stepped outside into the stuffy air and bid the blond good-bye.

He strolled along the stands crowding the market district of Little Galahd. The air smelled of grilled meat, stew and spices that made him think of the market days further inland of Galahd, where the salty smell of the sea hadn't been able to reach through the jungle. It made his heart twinge with longing.

Nyx had used to sell the pelts of his kills on those markets, as well as dried meats, and occasionally people would ask him to gather one thing or other in the jungle for them. Herbs, rare spices, plants and other things. One time he had made a killing gathering amber for the Lazarus Clan. Libertus and Crowe had surprised him by joining him in the afternoon, after he had been done searching for the day, and they had spent the rest of the day lazing around and swimming.

Hmm. Maybe he could bug Libertus for a lunch?

Debating that thought – it was getting close to noon – Nyx did not really notice that he had stopped moving and was standing on the pavement, staring intently at a stand selling grilled root vegetables with pulled garula meat.

“Here.”

A disposable container was held right under his nose. He jerked, surprised.

“Athina?”

The woman grinned. “The one and only. I saw you through the window of the shop, staring at that food stand. So here.” She held the container out to him again.

“Thank you,” he mumbled red faced and more than a bit embarrassed.

“No need to thank me,” Athina laughed. “It's time for my lunch break anyway. Come, let's find somewhere to sit and eat. You still owe me a story. Lucian papers are no substitute for that.”

He took the container and followed her through the busy street.

“When do you want me to return the summer silk cloth?” he found himself asking.

The seamstress gave him a sideways glance. “It's yours now. Uncle considers it an investment well made.”

She gave him a crooked grin and it took Nyx a few seconds to understand what she meant. He could feel his mouth fall open.

“What?” he yelped.

They climbed up the fire escape at the side of an old concrete building and sat down at the edge of the flat roof. From up there they could see the whole market street. The noise was nothing more than a faint murmur up there.

“I would never want to presume that...” he started haltingly after he had sat down, container in his lap and feet dangling over the edge.

Athina laughed. It made her whole face glow and did something to Nyx' insides. He had to look away before he started to stare at her. Instead he looked down at the crowd moving below.

“Don't you worry. I figured that out within the first few minutes of meeting you.”

He had no idea, if he should be offended by that or not.

“Granduncle has always been of the scheming sort,” she continued. “Mahir always told me how proud he was of brokering deals between prominent members of different Clans. And now... let's just say I haven't seen him this enthusiastic since we had to come here.”

“He cares for you.” Nyx could not think of anything else to say.

“Yes, he does. Nyx, please don't think of him any less. He just wants me to have a good future and a happy life with a spouse and many children.”

“Do you want that? A spouse and children?”

They looked at each other and Nyx could see Athina's golden eyes soften. She nodded and he suddenly felt like he was hot and cold at the same time. Why, by all the spirits of the jungle, was he feeling this way?

“To be honest, I have never much thought of it,” Nyx offered. “Ever since the Niffs came, there has always been something else going on. But I have always liked children.”

A warm, elegant hand touched his upper arm. “You know that you don't have to go along with my granduncle's notions, right? As long as we don't want to, there are no strings attached to the summer silk. You looking the part of your position will help us as a people immensely in the long run. That's also part of the investment.”

“I know,” he said.

Athina was such a bright woman; talented and strong with an inner fire Nyx couldn't help but admire. He felt attracted to her and as Libertus could attest, when he was truly attracted to someone, he fell hook, line and sinker. It didn't happen often, and when it did, he tried to stay out of the person's way as much as possible. His problems weren't the kind most people would share with him, he felt. Crowe thought it was the stupidest reasoning this side of Eos, but he just couldn't help it.

This time however, something felt different. He felt himself click with the woman next to him in a way, he seldom did with others. So call him a fool, but for once he was willing to try.

“Athina? Would you like to accompany me to the next storytelling?”

She looked at him, hard and searching. A fork full of vegetables hovered halfway to her mouth. Nyx did his best to convey his thoughts with his eyes, unable to give voice to them. After an agonizingly slow few seconds, she smiled. It was slow and beautiful in a whole other way. Like a sunrise was.

“Yes. Yes, I would like to. Very much so.”

They ate the rest of their meal in silence. Both simply content with the presence of the other.

“Now,” she said and clapped her hands together once, making him look at her. “Tell me what happened at your meeting with King Regis. You promised.”

They spent the rest of the afternoon like this. Sitting on the edge of the roof, just talking, while down below the world continued to move.

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