eight seat

Before You Bow Down

MEMBER/GROUP: Kim Namjoon (Rap Monster) // BTS

GENRE: lots. of. fluff. 

WORD COUNT: 4, 784 words 

SUMMARY: Living as an idol is hard. People tend to forget that you’re human and that you have breaking points. They expect and expect and turn their backs on you when you don’t satisfy. But, before you bow down, remember what’s more important: your own expectations. 

AUTHOR’S NOTE: dedicated to the talented, beautiful and hardworking leader whom not a lot seem to appreciate. I love you, you beautiful angel. 

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Originally posted by ilalisa


“Y/N, TAKE TABLE TWO PLEASE, HE’S BEEN WAITING A WHILE.” 

Nodding, you grabbed an iPad and rushed towards the tall man sitting near the window, a mask concealing majority of his face. He wore an expensive looking watch, rings adorning several fingers. You could see the outline of his glasses as he gazed out the window, hints of blonde hair peeking out underneath the beanie he wore. 

“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, sir, what can I get you?” 

He doesn’t respond. 

“Sir?” 

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anonymous asked:

Can I request a couple headcannons on how life with eight kids goes? :)

I accidentally deleted this when I was done and then had to redo it (:

UT!Sans: It’s almost too much for him. He never gets any alone time, and that kind of bothers him since he gets exhausted a lot. But he really loves his kids. And every time one of them runs up to him saying ‘’Dad! Dad! look what I made you!’’ He feels his soul swell with pride and joy. He’s good at raising them, and he has a lot of patience so he almost never snaps at them. He’ll raise them to become full of mischief though. And they’re always pulling pranks on each other, and you and Sans. He’s just as proud every time they get him good.

-PTA SANS. Omg he is sassing the living daylight out of anyone who dares go against you or him. They are never ready for his passive aggressive humor and retorts. They think that they can prepare, but he ge gets them every time.

-He’s very happy that their birthdays are on the same day. Because he could never remember eight separate birthdays. He does come up with great gifts for them though.

UT!Papyrus: This pure force of energy is no match for eight kids. He has never known exhaustion like this one. Waking up more than five times a night to feed eight hungry babies. Who also wake each other up with their crying is almost too much for him. Almost. And just when he thinks he’s handling the first few months perfectly. They start to crawl and run around too. He realizes that the first few months were just a test run. Nevertheless, he is truly a great father. Paying attention to all of his children. And always encouraging them to do and be their very best. He is constantly validating them and reminding them of how great they are.

-Their birthday is the biggest party ever. Because he wants them all to feel special and unique. Prom night is also a hell of a deal for him. Because he feels like he has to organize it all by himself. He’s helping them pick out dresses and suits and he’s exhausted, but oh so proud, He might even shed a tear as he sees how much his babies has grown.

UF!Sans: And he thought one kid would be hard. He swears, his kids doesn’t know how to chill. Which is weird considering they’re related to him. If it weren’t for the monster human thing, he’d doubt that they were even his. (They are literally crawling on the walls half of the time, he’s thought about calling and exorcist) But their snarky attitude makes up for it. They still behave, but he isn’t the best at raising kids. And if one of them hears him swear, they teach it to their siblings. And soon you’ll have eight one year olds all saying ‘’shit’’ and ‘’fuck’’ whenever someone speaks to them. You’re going to have to deal with teaching them some manners. And maybe get Red in on the lessons while you’re at it.

-But oh my god does he love them. Every single one of them. And any boy or girl who dares break one of their hearts are going to have to deal with him after. (Some advice to them would be run)

-He’s the kind of parent who tries to show interest in their interests, but he really doesn’t get what kids are into these days. Still, he’ll sit through their long rants about youtubers or actors. And he’ll grumpily get them tickets to their ‘’favorite band in the whole world omg dad you have to let me go see them!!’’

UF!Papyrus: HE THOUGHT THAT HE WAS READY. But nothing could prepare him for the horror that is eight children. His sleep schedule is so messed up now. And he has never know exhaustion of this sort before. He insists on helping you raise them, even though his job keeps him away most of the time. If you really don’t want to stay away from your job for longer than you have to, he agrees to take a break from his. Until they are old enough to go to daycare. Small advice, don’t let him do that. He’s a responsible adult but with his sleeping schedule so messed up, there really isn’t anything that says he wont forget that it’s eight and not nine children. And then he’ll go on a hunt for the last one before panicking because he lost one of his children oh my god what will he do now.

-It’s better if you take care of them during the days, and leave the nights to him. He wakes up quickly and always hushes them before they wake their siblings. If you wake up and try to find him during these nights, you’ll find him standing in the nursery with at least two of the kids in his arms. Talking in a quiet voice while rocking them gently.  

-He is such a mother hen. They can’t do this and they can’t do that. He wont let anything harm his little heirs. But for a guy who’s so protective, he tries to start training them as soon as they can stand. Please stop him.

US!Sans: He tries to raise them to be polite and nice children. But there are freaking eight of them and how is he supposed to do this? He’s really trying his best to be there for all of them. And if he misses even one’s first step he’s heartbroken. Until they waddle over to them. Then he feels better again.

-The nights are horrible though. Because he needs his sleeping schedule. Without it he can’t function. And you’re both equally tired for the next year. He tries to take the night feedings, and to rock them back to sleep every time on wakes up. But he is way too tired for that. You’ll find him sleeping in the chair in the nursery. Kids in his arms. Sure he got them  to sleep again, but at what cost?

-He wants them all to try out new and fun activities. And if they’re not as social as he is, they might argue a lot. He wants them to try new things, and he wont understand why they wont listen to him. It’s not going to harm them if they go to one dance practice or one soccer game. You’ll have to talk to him about that. If you don’t they’ll just get a lot of unsaid things building up between them. He just wants them to be happy and have something to bond over.

-He will respect any interest or hobby though. They’re not into sports? That’s fine. If they want to practice drawing instead, he’ll happily support them! Anything that makes them happy.

US!Papyrus: The early years went by in a blurr. And he honestly doesn’t remember them all that much. His anxiety made him nervous all the time. And usually he felt like a spring ready to go off. It got better the older they got. Still, with eight goddamned kids you don’t get much rest.

-But he’s the kind of dad who takes one or two of them to McDonalds at 3 am if they happen to be awake at the same time he is. He still has a fling of insomnia. Which he is a little scared might have carried over to them. But he goes on these late night adventures with them a lot. It’s great bonding sessions. Going to a 24/7 Walmart and wandering around. Or maybe taking a drive out to the pier if there is one close by.

-He’s also the kind of dad who lets them try alcohol at home. He figures it’s safer for them to do it while he’s around than out at some party. People could take advantage of them, and he’d rather he knew what they were doing and how much they were drinking. It’s not like he’ll actively get them drunk. But if they want to try some liquor he gives them a little.

-When they first started asking he just bought alcohol free liquor and gave them that. They still do not know that they weren’t actually drunk. But he found it hilarious.

The only thing he really doesn’t want them to try is drugs and smoking. He quit getting high for good when you were pregnant with them. And he stopped smoking for a few years. He took it up again when he figured they were old enough to be okay with him smoking. But he’d never do it within a 50ft radius of them. That’s why teleporting is really handy. He also washes his clothes more often. Smoke doesn’t stick to him, so he doesn’t reek of it.

SF!Sans: He loves showing them off. And he’s often seen pushing them around in an eight seat stroller. They are his little heirs, and he loves them dearly. And even though eight kids are a lot to take care of, he’s actually doing a great job. He hates taking care of them when they cry at night, and sometimes he wont even wake up even though you try to shake him awake because it’s his turn. He does his best, but putting them to sleep isn’t his strong suit. They somehow end up crying even more.

-He always makes sure to spend time with each and every one as they get older though. Even if it’s just a few minutes during a car drive or out shopping groceries. He listens to their rant. And he’s always on top of the school drama.

-His secret to telling them apart when they were kids were the accessories they wore. Green socks for child number one, pink for number two, blue for three and so on. No one realized this, and they thought he was just the best dad ever. Only you knew his secret. And I mean with eight kids you’re going to need it c’mon.

SF!Papyrus: He works himself to death so that you wont get overwhelmed with the situation. He’d raise them all while working a full time job if he could. Just so that you wouldn’t have to. But he’s not going to shun you away. You’re obviously the better parent. Out of all the skellies he’s the one who looks after you the most. The others still make sure you’re okay, but he’s always been very protective of you.

-If anyone ever messes with one of his kids, they’re gonna regret it. And if there’s a bully in their school, he’ll take care of the problem. Have a little chat with them when they’re on their way home. Nothing too threatening, they’re just a kid even though they’re a brat. But that kid isn’t going to ever bother anyone again.

-Like Swap Papyrus he quit smoking when they were born, but took it up after a few years. He needs the coping mechanism.

-He is the best at putting them to sleep. His voice is very calming, so he’ll always read them a story and it knocks them out in a few minutes. He does all the voices without exaggerating them too much. And every time one wakes up from a nightmare, he’s there before they even cry out for him. Quiet and calm, he’ll sit on the edge of their bed. Rubbing their back to comfort them. He’s not a fan of your own bed getting crowded by the kids. But if someone has a particularly bad nightmare, he’ll lift them in and have them sleep between him and you. He’s a quiet dad and sometimes stern. But they all love him.

Served Best Cold

Nesta receives many unexpected customers while working at the restaurant. When the evening takes a surprising turn Nesta must maneuver her way out of a situation that can cost her too much than she can afford. By the end of the night she’ll lose more than she ever thought possible.

I do want to place a warning for people that have been in abusive relationships. This chapter isn’t graphic by any means, but there are some violent parts that might be slightly upsetting. I know people have varying reactions to this type of situation and I just want to make sure you understand the journey ahead and for future chapters.

P.S. Also if work place harassment upsets you this is another warning. I can’t speak for everyone, but I’ve had to deal with varying degrees of this when I worked as a waitress, front desk staff worker in college and at another place known as the “Most Magical Place on Earth”. Trust me guys. It happens. 

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21

The dinner crowd at the restaurant was one of the busiest so far. Around the holidays a swarm of people flocked to the location by couples or large groups.

Nesta had lost track of how many tables she had waited on since she started at noon. Tonight was a long shift, but within two hours she would be done for the night.

“Nesta,” Mrs. Laurent addressed her near the kitchen doors. Her voice was stern and seeped with rigidity.

It was a well-known fact that around the holidays Mrs. Laurent would dismiss any of her workers if they made multiple mistakes during a peak business season. So far two had been cut from the staff.

“What is it,” Nesta asked. She knew full well that she had not been making any errors in orders. Why would the manager be calling her for a talk?

“I need you to serve an important table,” Mrs. Laurent said. “These business people come from an extremely well-known company in Prythian and I want you to handle them.”

“Shouldn’t Marlene or Jane be getting the next tables? Currently I’m already working on-”

“They would be if they weren’t already fawning over the customers,” Mrs. Laurent said. “Many of them are quite handsome and I know I can trust you not to make a fool of yourself by making advances on them.”

“Oh.” Nesta blinked. “Well then I suppose I can take the table since my last few are finishing up their meals.”

“Excellent. The party is waiting for you to seat them,” Mrs. Laurent left Nesta standing there a bit bemused by what had occurred.

Are these people that good-looking?

Nesta shook her head and strode to the host podium in her small black heels. When she rounded the corner to the restaurant’s entrance she almost tripped at the sight that greeted her.

Rhysand, Cassian, Amren and a few other men stood at the podium.

Nesta could see why the other waitresses wanted this group. Each of them was dressed in business casual. Cassian’s form captured Nesta’s attention the most though since his hair was loose in soft waves reaching his shoulders and the grey button down shirt looked far too good hugging the contours of his muscles. Nesta wondered how easy it would be to take off that shirt and have her hands touching the skin beneath.

She dashed the thought away before she ended up making a fool of herself. Taking a deep breath she prepared herself.

“Good evening and welcome,” Nesta greeted with a smile she always used for customers. Instinct took over as she put on her waitress role with forced smiles and an enthusiastic voice that made Nesta want to rip out her voice box. Sadly her true personality never made customers happy so she resorted to the façade that would please others and thus make her earn better tips.

Cassian turned around with a shit-eating grin. Nesta knew he was up to something.

“Are you our waitress for the night lovely lady,” Cassian asked with mirth.

“I am and if you would follow me I’ll be taking you to your table,” Nesta said brightly. She made sure to give Cassian a pointed questioning look. Why of all places was he here?

As Nesta led the way past other tables full of eating customers Rhysand spoke up.

“Cassian told us about this place and requested that he and his security team dine here for the evening as part of their reward bonus this quarter.”

“Did he?” Nesta had told Cassian once where she worked and he always kept telling her that he wanted to see her in action at work. Of course Nesta kept making excuses as to why he shouldn’t go. She merely didn’t want him to see her working at a place that tested her strength each day as she acted extremely perky and enthused when in reality she couldn’t care less if a customer was pissed that they only got three slices of tomato instead of four.

Nesta placed the group next to the window overlooking the city. The table seated eight, which was perfect for their group. As all of them took a seat Rhysand leaned slightly closer to Nesta, but his voice carried across the table where Cassian sat.

“Although if we’re being honest I think he came to see a particular person that has been in his head lately,” Rhysand said with a smile.

“Both his little heads,” Amren added and made a vague gesture around her head and lower half of her body.

Nesta chuckled, but Cassian shot a dark look at Amren.

“Or maybe he was hungry for something else other than his home-cooking,” Nesta said and brought out her pen and small pad of paper to write drink orders.

“You could say I am hungry for something else indeed,” Cassian winked at Nesta who rolled her eyes yet the hint of smile tugged at her lips. Cassian saw the movement and his eyes shone with laughter.

He was going to make her smile for real tonight. Not one of those fake smiles reserved for other customers, but a true one. Cassian knew she was just playing a role reserved for what her job entailed. The urge to let the true Nesta seep out was rising with each passing second. He wanted Nesta bantering with him and shooting him playful looks when no one was watching like she usually did.

“What will you all be having to drink?” Nesta poised her pen and started jotting down each beverage that was requested. “They will be out in a moment so take your time looking over the menu.”

Nesta left her party to grab the drinks. When she made it back to the kitchen Clare stopped her on the way inside.

“Nesta I have a huge favor to ask,” Clare said and fidgeted her fingers nervously.

“What is it?” Nesta asked with true concern. Clare never usually acted this way. She was hired not too long after Nesta and was a seasoned pro at her job.

“This party of five men just came in and I’ve already got their drinks, but they keep trying to touch me and they say such rude things.”

“Did you tell Mrs. Laurent?” The manager did not take kindly to the harassment of her staff. Surely she could come out here and deal with this.

“I would, but I’ve already got two strikes and I don’t want her to fire me considering the mood she’s been in lately.”

“She won’t fire you over this,” Nesta said.

“Yes she will. These men – they’re from Hybern,” Clare cringed at the business name.

“Shit,” Nesta swore. Hybern always got away with this each year when the group came for their meals. Mrs. Laurent always claimed they could do no wrong since she personally knows many of the workers.

Two years ago one waitress came forward about the harassment and was scolded for it. There was no evidence and the men had made quite a complaint with Mrs. Laurent when the accusations were brought forth.

That girl ended up quitting, but Nesta always had the feeling that she was going to be fired regardless from that event.

“I would ask one of the other waiters, but none of the male waiters are here tonight and honestly I think you’re the only one that can handle this group. Please Nesta can you swap me tables, I’ll do all your tables for the rest of the night if that’s what it takes,” Clare pleadingly glanced back at the table she wanted to avoid.

“Mrs. Laurent personally assigned me to a table so I don’t think –” Nesta was about to explain why she couldn’t, but the dimming hope in Clare’s eyes made her stop.

Nesta closed her eyes and counted backwards from five. She hoped she wouldn’t regret this later on.

“Ok let’s swap my recent table for the bastards table you got,” Nesta said. “You need to make sure though that Mrs. Laurent doesn’t see you serving my table though or else we both are in for it.”

“Thank you Nesta!” Clare hugged Nesta and the two swapped the current orders they had.

Nesta went to the kitchen and grabbed the first set of dishes full of food. There were so many plates for just five men and Nesta could already imagine how much food was going to be wasted.

She placed most of the plates onto a tray and hefted it onto her shoulder before striding back into the dining area. On her way she passed by Cassian’s table as Clare gave them all their drinks.

Nesta caught the confused expression on Cassian’s face at the new waitress. His eyes searched for Nesta until he spotted her walking by with the large tray heading for a table a few spaces down. He continued to watch her until he noticed where she was heading. His fists clenched tightly under the table. He knew exactly who the pricks at the table were.

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The Hybern men immediately questioned Nesta upon arriving at the table.

“Where’s that cute little server from awhile ago?” One of them asked.

“Was she scared that we would bite? Not that I’m saying I wasn’t tempted.” Another chuckled and showed off his teeth to show that his little joke had underlying truth to it.

“Well at least this lovely lady wouldn’t mind I bet. Would you doll?” The third leaned closer, but Nesta simply stared him down with disinterest.

She took a deep breath and began serving plates. “I’ll be your waitress for the remainder of the evening.”

“Oh?” A man with brown eyes and matching hair raised a brow. “Is that so?”

“Might as well cut to the chase and ask her when she gets off work. We all know that’s what you really want to know Jurian.” Knowing looks were shared around the table by the men.

The corner of Jurian’s lips raised in a slight smile. “You know I always have dinner before the fun,” Jurian glanced up at Nesta. “Why don’t you be a good girl and get me the rest of my food.”

Nesta left without a word before her temper got the better of her. Upon her return with the last batch of dishes the men stopped talking.

Jurian looked toward her chest and Nesta crossed her arms making it clear that she didn’t want him staring.

“She does have nice ones right Jurian?” A man nodded to Nesta noticing how long Jurian had been looking at her breasts. “I prefer big ones myself, but not to big that you can suffocate,” The man whispered. Of course his wheezy voice was loud enough that Nesta could still catch the words.

“Archeron,” Jurian said a bit puzzled at the nametag on Nesta’s shirt. “Are you related to Feyre Archeron by any chance?” The men hushed at Jurian’s words.

Nesta kept a neutral face. Feyre would never associate with men like those from Hybern. If they knew Feyre then it could only mean trouble for Nesta.

“Is she a friend of yours?” Nesta parried with another question. Anything to buy time so she could set down the last plates.

“I asked you first,” Jurian tapped his fingers on the table impatiently waiting for a response.

Before Nesta could answer a hand gripped her waist. The unexpected touch made Nesta stiffen. Fingers pressed tighter and a voice from her nightmares spoke just above her ear.

“It’s been a long time Nesta.”

Slowly Nesta turned her head and was greeted by the sight of Tomas. A boy who should be hundreds of miles away. A boy who shouldn’t know where she was. A monster that now had her in his sights.

“Should have guessed you would be working in a place like this,” Tomas said with a glance around the restaurant.

“What?” Nesta was completely confused. Tomas being here had warped all thoughts except the one that was screaming at her to get as far away as possible.

Tomas gestured to her clothes. “You serving people. That’s pretty much one of the only things your good at.” His hand glided down further and the veiled meaning behind the words was clear.

Nesta pulled away from Tomas and felt the urge to scrub away the contact. “You can’t be here.” You should be far away and gone from my life forever.

“Why not?” Tomas smiled as if he had won some sort of sick game.

“Only customers are allowed to be seated and this restaurant does not accept walk-ins for dinner. You need to have a reservation.” Nesta looked forward to having this bastard kicked out.

“Perhaps you should watch that tone of yours,” Jurian interrupted. “Mr. Mandray is my guest who is joining us tonight. You best treat him with the utmost respect or I will call the manager to fix any issues that arise.”

“You hear that Nesta,” Tomas continued to smile. He knew he had the advantage. “Be respectful. If you can handle it with that venomous mouth of yours.”

Nesta clenched the tray in her hands. Her knuckles turned white as she frowned darkly at Tomas.

“Did you hear him,” Jurian questioned. “If so then answer.”

The men at the table snickered at the silent battle waging between Nesta and Tomas. She wanted to do nothing more than bash his head with the tray. Or toss him out the glass windows.

“I heard,” Nesta clipped out. She made to turn away, but Tomas gave a loud cough catching her attention along with a couple of nearby tables.

Cassian, who had been closely watching the situation unfold, was now glaring daggers at the newcomer at Hybern’s table. It seemed as if they knew each other, but the look of shock and a flash of fear in Nesta’s eyes set Cassian on edge. Clearly she did not want to be around the man. He couldn’t hear the conversation at the beginning, but once the man coughed Cassian caught the next words with ease.

“Say that a little more nicely,” Tomas said. “I want to make sure I’m not just imagining things and that Nesta Archeron actually has a soul in that cold heart of hers.”

An angry flush crawled up Nesta’s neck. People began whispering and the risk of Mrs. Laurent coming out to investigate would mean trouble.

 “I said,” Nesta spoke up a bit louder and slower as if Tomas were a child. “I heard you.”

Tomas exaggeratedly pondered her words. His index finger tapped his chapped bottom lip. “I suppose that’s good enough for now. Next time though be sure to say ‘sir’ or maybe something a bit sweeter. I’ll also have water to drink.”

“Your water will be out later,” Nesta began to turn away, but Tomas coughed again. The loudness made Nesta cringe.

“I think you’re missing something on the end of that sentence,” Tomas said thoroughly enjoying watching Nesta struggle with restraint to give into the fury.

“Your water will be out later sir,” Nesta added icily as customers next to her shivered at the coldness in which she delivered the statement.

“That’s better,” Tomas said before taking his seat. He watched Nesta leave and attentively focused on her backside where her curves were.

From Cassian’s table Rhysand was now watching the action unfolding as well.

“Rhys,” Cassian’s voice resembled a growl. After seeing Nesta try to be humiliated by Tomas it was becoming difficult for Cassian to remain calm. “We can’t let them do this. I won’t let them do that to her.”

“I know what you’re thinking, but you can’t storm over there and create a warzone,” Rhysand said calmly. “First I’ll talk with the manager and –”

“You can’t!” Clare squeaked out as she finished taking their meal orders. Realizing her abrupt comment was uncalled for she covered her mouth wishing to take back the words.

“Why the hell not?” Amren took a sip of blood red wine from her glass. Her short glossy black hair shimmered in the light as she pushed strands out of her narrow cat-like eyes.

“Well…we’ve tried to talk with the manager before about Hybern since they are known for…well what you just saw and worse,” Clare said softly not wanting to be heard by other tables. “She knows most of the people from Hybern and refuses to believe the complaints made toward them. The last person that tried to call them out ended up getting fired. Well she technically ‘quit’, but we all know that she was going to get fired if she didn’t.”

“You’re joking,” Cassian looked back at Hybern’s table. “I mean I don’t doubt the complaints, but your manager makes you put up with that shit?”

“If the manager finds out then Nesta and I will get in trouble since we swapped tables,” Clare fidgeted with her pen. “Hopefully they eat quickly and then we don’t have to deal with them for awhile.”

“This needs to be addressed now,” Rhysand reasoned. “If not it will keep happening.”

“Mrs. Laurent won’t believe us though,” Clare then saw Mrs. Laurent making her way through table rounds. “I have to go. If she sees me here she will be upset since she’ll know Nesta and I swapped tables.” Clare quickly left to give the chefs the latest orders.

As Clare went into the kitchen Nesta came out with a glass of water.

Just get this over with and you’ll be home free soon.

Nesta wove around crowded tables until she reached the one place in the world she didn’t want to be.

“Took you long enough,” one of the men said as she set down the glass of water in front of Tomas. She didn’t look at any of the table’s occupants.

“Have you decided on an order?” Nesta poised her pen to write on the paper. Too bad she couldn’t plant the pen into Tomas’s smirking face.

“I can think of one that involves you, me and this table,” Tomas smiled as if this was a normal conversation and not vulgar harassment.

“Does it involve me bashing your face into a fork if you don’t pick out some food?” Nesta said without thinking.

“Now that wasn’t polite,” Tomas leaned forward and it took all of Nesta’s willpower not to startle backwards from the motion. “I believe an apology is in order if you are so keen on demanding orders.”

If he thought that wasn’t polite he had another thing coming. Nesta ignored him and waited for him to choose what he wanted to eat.

“You heard him,” Jurian’s voice raised the hair on Nesta’s neck. “Apologize.” It was given as an order.

Nesta shot Jurian a narrow glance. His brown eyes were enjoying the sight of her inner struggle. Feeding off of how uncomfortable this situation was for her.

“Sorry,” Nesta’s words a smooth poisoned blade ready for attack. “Perhaps if you can’t handle the way I treat improper behavior of customers then you should act with more respect.”

Jurian’s hand twitched into a fist. “I think it’s you who needs to be taught respect.”

A silent standoff between Jurian and Nesta began to unfold.

“Get me the steak dinner with a baked potato and soup,” Tomas interrupted. He was not pleased that Jurian stole Nesta’s attention away. “And you know how I like my meat handled Nesta. Don’t mess it up.” A suggestive grin from Tomas earned him a few laughs from the men at the table.

“You heard the man. Go handle his meat how he wants it,” one rudely guffawed and Nesta was mortified by the stares people were sending her.

Nesta walked away and didn’t dare stray away from her path to the kitchen. She didn’t want to see the looks people were giving her. Nesta could only imagine what Cassian was thinking right now. Of all the days he had to be here it was when she was facing her worst day on the job.

After handing in the latest order to the kitchen staff a small tap on Nesta’s shoulder caught her attention.

“The man with the long dark hair at the table wants you to refill their drinks,” Clare pointed to the Velaris table. Cassian sat with furrowed brows staring at Tomas. It appeared as if Cassian was sizing him up.

Nesta’s eyes widened in shock. What if found out that was Tomas was the man that almost raped her? Cassian had a perceptive mind. He was sure to put the pieces together if he went searching for more answers.

Nesta had to make sure to prevent that. If Cassian started a fight over her then he would get in trouble. And he didn’t deserve that. Tomas wasn’t worth it no matter how bad he hurt her. Cassian should never face punishment for defending her. Nesta could only imagine the damage that would be done if Cassian held to his promise during their first boxing session

“I’d make them wish they never hurt you. They would see what would happen when all their bones are broken.”

“Nesta?” Clare broke her concentration.

“I’m a bit busy dealing with the bastards at my table,” Nesta tiredly rubbed her eyes.

“But he really wants to see you,” Clare said. “Besides you have to wait for your latest food order to get done anyway. Why don’t you help me carry out these plates?”

“Fine,” Nesta sighed before proceeding to carry a few plates on her arm while Clare grabbed the rest. They stepped back out of the kitchen and made their way to the Velaris table. Nesta’s waitress persona was in full effect. She couldn’t let Cassian know how rattled she was with her latest table of moronic assholes.

Rhys and the others smiled when they saw their food. Clare quickly began placing dishes in front of each respective customer who ordered it.

“Who ordered the herb-roasted chicken?” Nesta’s upbeat tone masked the worry she was currently feeling.

“That would be me,” Cassian said. His eyes never leaving hers.

“Here you go,” Nesta reached in front of him to set the plate down. His hand rose to help her lower the plate, even though she had it under control. Unlike the emotions that were beating inside her walls.

His large hand cupped hers and together they eased the plate onto the table. His fingers lingered and gently encased her in warmth.

“I’m tempted to steal you away,” Cassian smiled. “Considering how my time with you was taken away by people who don’t see what they’re up against.”

“I’m on the job,” Nesta stated and slowly eased her hand out of his even though she wanted to stay there the whole evening with him.  “You can’t expect me to sit down and chat with you anyway,”

“But you know you want to,” Cassian said as if he could see right through her words. “Besides how could anyone resist this?” He gestured to himself with a grin. Amren scoffed across the table and the men at the table chuckled at Cassian’s antics.

“That’s easy. The moment you open your mouth people go running to the hills,” Nesta’s mouth shifted into a true smile.

Amren laughed. “Casanova Cassian’s charm is no match for the Ice Queen.”

Nesta coughed to cover up the laugh that escaped her lips. She could always rely on Amren to back her up in baiting Cassian.

“I would say my mouth is my best quality,” Cassian crooned until Nesta gently tapped the back of his chair with a menu.

“Behave yourself. You’re in a fine establishment,” Nesta quirked a brow and her eyes brightened with a teasing glint.

“What happens to customers who don’t behave?” Cassian flirted.

“They don’t get dessert,” Nesta implied with a faint smile. The double meaning was not lost to Cassian whose eyes darkened in lust.

“Not at the table,” Rhys interrupted before reaching for his drink.

“Funny you should mention that Rhys,” Amren coolly added. “I remember something about you, Feyre and a table if I’m not mistaken.”

Rhysand almost choked on his drink.

“I better get back to work,” Nesta did not want to hear the story behind her sister and Rhysand involving a table.

“Wait,” Cassian turned and Nesta stopped at the change in his demeanor. Cassian’s eyes were full of concern. “If those men at that table don’t stop harassing you-”

“I can handle myself,” Nesta didn’t need to ask which people he was talking about. “It’s not like I’ve had to handle people like them before.” Nesta didn’t risk a glance at Tomas, but Cassian did. He was trying to connect how he and Nesta knew each other from their previous interaction.

“Nesta-” Cassian tried again.

“Please Cassian stay out of this. It will only provoke them if another person gets involved.” In truth Nesta knew if Cassian went over there it was going to turn into a battleground. She gave Cassian a small smile hoping to ease his worry.

Cassian was silent. Eyes weighing the honesty and hidden thoughts that Nesta was trying to keep from him. With a sigh he conceded. For now.

“Just come back soon,” Cassian said with a returning smile. “Don’t want you to miss me.”

Nesta bit her bottom of her lip to prevent another sentence from being released. As much as she loved this battle and dance with words Nesta needed to get back to work.

Cassian could see it though. She still wanted to play. We’ll continue this later.

Nesta nodded and it was almost as if she had heard his thought.

Across the room Jurian was watching the exchange with interest. He recognized Rhysand, Cassian and Amren from Velaris, Hybern’s competitor that almost completely destroyed their company. The waitress, Nesta Archeron, knew the trio.

This left a perfect opportunity to taunt Rhysand for making Hybern suffer heavy losses from a business deal gone bad. Although the lawsuit ended up bringing quite a few more illegal activities that Hybern was involved in. It was only a stroke of luck that the once dominating company was still barely even keeping afloat today.

Tomas however was confused by how familiar Nesta acted with the group from the other table. She was never friendly back in their hometown. Yet here she was smiling and what appeared to be laughing with those customers.

And then there was the matter of that man and Nesta flirting with each other. Tomas could tell what was going on. Nesta and this other man were looking at each other as if the rest of the restaurant didn’t even exist.

Tomas glared at Nesta as she walked away from the man with an easy smile on both their lips. Tomas flexed his hand underneath the table as the couple was oblivious to being watched.

She’ll learn soon enough what happens when you try to leave me for someone else. Maybe a lesson like Dad always mentions when Mom threatens to take off.

Nesta was unaware of the two increasing dangers that were sitting at the Hybern table when she returned with Tomas’s food. Her experienced hand at serving dishes allowed her to give Tomas his meal in record time.

Now all she had to do was check up on them on brief and rare occasions now that all the food was served. At this point she usually told customers to enjoy the food, but Nesta figured she might accidentally tell Tomas to choke on his food instead.

Just walk away Nesta. Don’t waste more time with them.

“Hold on,” Jurian said. “You’re not going to even speak with us before you go running off?”

“I don’t want to disturb your meal,” Nesta stonily replied holding down Jurian’s stare. She would not cower from this man.

“But you were talking with that other table so much,” Jurian vaguely motioned his hand to where Rhys and the others were. “You’re making us feel neglected when you give them all your attention.”

“Sorry you feel that way,” Nesta’s tone didn’t sound apologetic in the least. “You keep similar friends,” Nesta sneaked a glance at Tomas, “around your table so I assumed you would be fine to talk among yourselves.” And not bother me or anyone else.

“Is that so? And does that mean those people over there are your friends?” Jurian asked. It may have been a friendly question, but coming from Jurian it was anything but that.

“Why are you so concerned about who I keep in my company when you should be focused on your own,” Nesta was tired of keeping this conversation. “Excuse me while I go check on my other tables.”

“You’re not excused,” Tomas said with his shoulders tensed. He was ready to pounce and Nesta’s stomach began to churn at his tone.

“What was that?” Nesta kept up her composure.

“You think you can go back to that table and be with him?” Tomas said under his breath, but Nesta, Jurian and the other men heard him.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Let me guess. Are you fucking him? I don’t see why he would considering you’re nothing, but a little pathetic girl who doesn’t know when to shut her mouth.” Tomas’s voice was rising and two couples at different tables turned to look at them in shock.

Nesta tried to defuse the situation while keeping a lid on her own rage that was starting to boil. “My personal life is not your business,” Nesta said keeping her voice down so other tables didn’t notice what was going on.

“It is considering you’re my girlfriend,” Tomas clenched his fists. The action caught Nesta’s eyes. She had to put a stop to this nonsense.

“I am not your girlfriend. And I will never be your girlfriend,” Nesta stated clearly. “We are not compatible in the slightest and if you don’t settle down I will have you escorted out of here immediately.”

Tomas seethed in his seat and the Hybern businessmen watched the event unfolding in front of them in shock. Jurian had the audacity to look amused by the whole thing.

Nesta began to step away seeing as the conversation was finished. Suddenly Tomas snatched her hand and roughly tugged her back. The unexpected action pulled Nesta’s hip into the table and caused the plates to rattle at the force.

The noise drew more customer attention. Cassian, who had been watching since the beginning, had seen Nesta being forcibly pulled. He quickly rose from his table with Rhysand swiftly grabbing his elbow.

“You can’t charge over there,” Rhysand reasoned. “Let me get her away before you start throwing punches.”

“She needs me,” Cassian tried to pull his arm out of Rhysand’s firm hold.

“And you’ll be needing bail money when you get taken away for beating someone up.”

“It may be a murder charge if he doesn’t let her go,” Cassian ground out with eyes never straying from Nesta as she tried to pull her hand away from the bastard’s vise grip.

At the Hybern table Tomas refused to relinquish his painful restraint.

“Let. Me. Go.” Nesta’s mouth was set in an angry expression. If Tomas didn’t release her then he was going to regret ever laying his hands on her.

“Maybe I should go visit your little sister Elain,” Tomas laughed darkly. “If you’re so set on that piece of trash over there then I can take your sister out instead. Maybe she can finish what we only started.”

Memories of Tomas forcing himself onto Nesta flashed across her mind. “You will never go near her,” Nesta fiercely said. “If you so much as even try I swear you’ll regret it.”

“Is that so? Why should it matter if you’re fucking that idiot?” Tomas squeezed his hand tighter and Nesta winced in pain. At this point she could hear Cassian’s voice getting closer.

“You’re such a whoring bitch like your sister Feyre,” Tomas spat out.

That insult was the final crack that broke the wall containing her rage. Nesta’s fist came up and punched Tomas in the face. She heard the crunch of it and the noise spurred her on. So many years of pent of fear and anger was finally being released.

“Don’t you ever say that about my sister!” Her words were a battle cry as she gave Tomas another hit to his jaw that sent him falling out of his chair. His grip didn’t release and Nesta tumbled forward clipping the table and sending a wine glass shattering onto her shoulder.

Dimly she heard shards of broken glass fall to the floor and people crying out in surprise.

Tomas struggled with Nesta until he rolled her onto the ground. She saw him raise his fist.

“This is what I should have done years ago,” Tomas’s mad eyes flared as he swung down.

Shouts rang out and Nesta brought her arms up to block the punch.

For seconds she waited for the blow to strike her, but it never came. The weight of Tomas was wrenched off her body and tossed to the side.

Strong arms grasped her shoulders and pulled her forward into a broad chest. His scent filled Nesta’s senses as one of his hands held the back of her head tenderly.

“Are you alright?” Cassian’s breath ghosted the top of Nesta’s hair.

Nesta didn’t trust her voice to waver and instead nodded. Her cheek rubbed against his chest at the movement. She shakily placed her hands on his forearms to anchor down from the storm that had been brewing inside her.

“You fucking bastard. This is between Nesta and me.” Tomas groaned feet away. Cassian had thrown him off Nesta with so much force the wind was knocked out of Tomas.

“Keep talking and next time I’ll throw you out the window,” Cassian growled out. Nesta could feel the rumble of his voice. She risked a glance up and saw that Cassian’s usual easy-going and smiling expression had transformed into lethal rage.

“What is the meaning of this?!” Mrs. Laurent approached. She looked beyond pissed as she took in the mess before her.

Nesta hurried to stand and took a small step back from Cassian. One of his arms remained on her back to steady her.

“Mrs. Laurent-”  Nesta tried to begin explaining.

“She attacked me!” Tomas interrupted.

“Not without reason,” Cassian shot Tomas a death glare. “He provoked her.”

“Cassian stop,” Nesta whispered. “I can explain myself.”

“Then you better have a good reason why this is happening Archeron,” Mrs. Laurent crossed her arms and customers watch in morbid awe of the show before.

“This man,” Nesta motioned to Tomas, “and those at the Hybern table were harassing me. Tomas got physical and that is when I tried to free myself.”

“And why were you even at this table? I specifically assigned you elsewhere,” Mrs. Laurent scanned the area. “Where is Miss Beddor? She has explaining to do as well.”

“I’m here ma’am,” Clare stepped forward nervously.

“Why is Nesta serving at your table?” Mrs. Laurent asked stonily.

“We swapped tables, because the men I was originally serving were saying insulting things to me.”

“And can either of you prove these allegations?” Mrs. Laurent asked with a raised brow.

Nesta heard Clare suck in a breath. This is what they had wanted to avoid. There was no way in hell Mrs. Laurent would side with them if there was no way to prove their innocence.

“We could hear some of the comments from our table,” Rhysand spoke with authority. He must have followed Cassian over in case he needed to stop him from beating Tomas to a bloody mess.

Mrs. Laurent looked shocked to see Rhysand. “Oh. And did anyone else hear anything?”

A few nearby table raised their hands and told Mrs. Laurent that they heard Tomas and most of his words, but in terms of the other men at the table they couldn’t hear them well enough to catch what was said.

“So it seems as though you were the main cause of this fiasco,” Mrs. Laurent turned to Tomas who was now standing on shaken legs.

“Only because Nesta was treating me with the same courtesy,” Tomas said with hate directed at Nesta. Cassian leaned forward to block her from his sight.

“He’s telling the truth,” Jurian spoke for the first time during the questioning. His eyes glinted and his smile was directed at Cassian and Rhysand. Revenge was in his grasp.

“You’re not serious,” Nesta incredulously turned to Jurian. “I said nothing to deserve what Tomas did.”

“Are you sure about that?” Jurian turned his cunning smile on her. “I remember how rude you acted toward all of us at this table. Tomas especially.” Jurian shrugged as if this was expected. “Although I’m not sure why you two were acting so violently considering you’re a couple.”

“He’s not my boyfriend!” Nesta clenched her teeth. “He’s a mistake I regret ever having met.”

“Do not raise your voice Archeron,” Mrs. Laurent sternly said. “And I expect you to apologize to these men right now for you behavior.”

“Excuse me?” Nesta incredulously turned to her boss.

“Why should she apologize for something that is not her fault?” Cassian questioned fiercely.

“She has to pay for her actions,” Mrs. Laurent solely watched Nesta. “I do not tolerate such conduct from my staff.”

This was it. Mrs. Laurent drew the line in the sand. If Nesta didn’t apologize then she was risking her job. But if she did her pride would be crushed all because of filth like Tomas and Jurian.

Nesta bit her lip. If she lost this job then there was no way to help pay for her schooling and apartment rent. Sure she had money saved up, but it wouldn’t last more than three months.

“Nesta?” Mrs. Laurent impatiently tapped a finger on her arm.  “We are waiting.”

Nesta had to take care of Elain. Even if that meant tossing her pride and dignity aside for the sake of her little sister. She couldn’t fail her like she failed Feyre.

“I…I’m sorry,” Nesta choked out as if the words caused her pain. “I shouldn’t have let my emotions get the better of me.”

“No,” Cassian suddenly turned on Nesta and held her shoulders. “This is not your fault. Do you hear me Nesta?”

“I can’t risk it,” Nesta breathed. “If I lose my job over something like this…then…” Nesta didn’t want to voice her fears, but Cassian understood. His jaw clenched at seeing Nesta backed into a corner.

“Now that we have that settled,” Mrs. Laurent nodded to security that arrived. She pointed to Tomas and two of the men began to lead him out.

Nesta sighed in relief at seeing Tomas ushered toward the exit. Hopefully that was the last time she would ever see him again.

As she watched him leave Nesta failed to see that Mrs. Laurent also directed security to her as well.

“You will also be escorted out Archeron,” Mrs. Laurent said.

“What?” Nesta’s eyes widened in shock as one guard walked toward her. Cassian’s put himself between her and the approaching man.

“I can’t allow employees that cause such a disruption to remain here,” Mrs. Laurent face showed slight sadness at the prospect of losing Nesta who was one of her best workers. “There can be no exceptions.”

“But I thought that if I apologized…” Nesta trailed off.

Mrs. Laurent shook her head. “It was for your benefit so you wouldn’t feel guilty later on for your actions toward our guests. Having the opportunity to apologize will be better for your conscience.”

This couldn’t be happening. She was still getting fired. There was no point in apologizing to those undeserving bastards in the first place.

“Mrs. Laurent please reconsider,” Nesta pleaded. She hated it. This complete and utter display of weakness, but she had to do something. This job was the main source of income for Nesta to provide for her and Elain.

“I’m sorry Nesta, but you must leave,” Mrs. Laurent said. “I’ll deliver your last check in the mail. Don’t forget to grab your personal belongings on the way out.”

“That’s bullshit,” Cassian ground out. Rhysand grabbed his arm to prevent him from doing something drastic.

“Cassian you need to back off,” Rhys steadily commanded. “You’re only going to make things more hard for Nesta.”

Cassian’s head swiveled back to look at Nesta who was frozen in shock. Still trying to comprehend how her life had taken such a turn.

The security guard made to grab her elbow, but she jerkily pulled away before he made contact.

“I can walk myself out,” Nesta fixated a stern look at the guard who looked a bit unnerved. He followed her to the exit as she strode passed him. Nesta kept her head held high even though whispers followed her out the doors.

“I apologize for the inconvenience ladies and gentlemen,” Mrs. Laurent said to the customers. “Please enjoy the rest of your evening meal.”

Cassian eyed the door where Nesta left.

“Is there anything wrong sir?” Mrs. Laurent broke his concentration.

“Yes there is,” Cassian frowned at the manager. “You’re wrong. And so are these Hybern customers who harassed not only Nesta, but your staff for the past few years.”

“You have no idea-”

“Don’t,” Cassian fumed and set a determined look toward Mrs. Laurent. Hazel eyes still simmering in anger. “Don’t you dare say that we don’t know what’s going on. You’re the only one here that is blind to see what’s been happening.”

Mrs. Laurent looked ready to argue, but Rhysand stepped forward immediately drawing attention to his form.

“I think some dessert is in order to take the bitterness out of this situation don’t you think?” Rhysand smiled innocently at the manager who instantly became placated by the smoothness of Rhysand’s words.

“Let me personally have some dessert menus delivered to your table,” Mrs. Laurent walked off leaving a fuming Cassian and relaxed Rhysand.

Casually Rhysand began to make his way back to his table, but he placed a hand on Cassian’s shoulder. Grounding him to not make any rash decisions with Jurian smirking at them in triumphant at what had transpired before him.

“Go to her,” Rhysand didn’t have to say whom he meant. His next words were a quiet warning for Cassian’s ears only. “Do not go after that man.”

Cassian clenched his fists. That man, Tomas, was a monster. The urge – no the need to punish him for what he did to Nesta was impossible to defy.

“We need more background on him before we can pursue any legal action,” Rhysand finished softly. They would make Tomas pay. Not now, but in due time when the evidence was stacked in their favor. Rhysand and the others would make sure of it. Cassian just had to be patient until they could take the bastard down.

“Fine,” Cassian understood, but that didn’t mean he liked waiting. “I won’t touch him.”

“Or talk to him,” Rhysand knew his friend who was more like a brother to him. Cassian was known for brute strength, but his words were also a force to be reckoned with. Especially when those he loved were involved. And Nesta had become increasingly precious to Cassian over the past few months.

“We can’t let them get away with this,” Cassian said.

“And they won’t,” Rhysand agreed. He patted Cassian’s shoulder once before returning to his table.

Cassian then left the restaurant to find Nesta. He had to ask around before another server told him that she had already grabbed her belongings and was heading to the exit that led outside.

After doubling back Cassian made his way through the waiting area where people stood in-line to walk in for their reservations. It didn’t take him long to see over the people’s heads and spot Nesta already walking out the doors into the already darkened Prythian streets.

He quickened his pace and rushed out the doors. Nesta continued walking down the sidewalk with her arms curled around her body. The dark grey pea coat she wore billowed against a rough gust of wind.

“Nesta! Wait!” Cassian called. His voice caused her to stop, but she didn’t turn. Her shoulders stiffened in preparation of whatever he was about to say.

He approached and moved to stand at her side. “Nesta let me take you home.”

She turned to him then. Her face hard set in a neutral expression. Wall after wall was fortified against the onslaught of emotions in order to keep them inside to where no one could see them.

But Cassian knew. He could tell she was furious and upset. Most of all he understood that deep down she was suffering. From losing her job and what it meant combined with what she thought was a loss of dignity after apologizing to Jurian and the others.

It made him want to make Tomas and those other bastards beg for her forgiveness. He wanted to tuck her into his chest and let her release the emotions she was bottling up.

“Cassian I’m fine,” Nesta’s posture solid against the winter wind. “No need to worry about it.”

“Stop saying you’re fine when we both know it’s not,” Cassian rubbed a hand up her forearm. It was then that he noticed he had walked outside without grabbing his jacket and other items.

“Well there’s nothing that will change the past,” Nesta looked away from Cassian. She stared down the sidewalk with contempt. “I’ll just have to adjust and move forward.”

“I should have intervened earlier,” Cassian admitted. He could tell they were riling her up each time she had gone to their table.

“No,” Nesta shook her head and looked back at Cassian. “If you had gotten there any earlier I imagine it would have ended a lot messier than what it did.”

“Your shoulder,” Cassian glanced at where the glass had shattered on her. Beneath the jacket though he couldn’t tell if she was injured.

“I don’t have any battle scars if that’s what you’re trying to get at,” Nesta rolled her shoulder with ease. Not the slightest bit of pain showed on her face. Then again she was known for masking her feelings.

“I’d feel a lot better if you would let me drive you back to your apartment,” Cassian repeated. “Then I will check that shoulder myself to make sure you’re not lying.”

Nesta huffed in agitation. “Go back inside and enjoy that meal I gave you. It better not go to waste with you taking me home when I can easily take the subway.”

“He still might be out here,” Cassian looked around as if daring Tomas to show his face.

The implication made Nesta pause in fear. Finally she shook her head as she realized that Tomas wasn’t around. “He already left. I saw him take a cab earlier from the window before I walked outside.” Still she couldn’t avoid the dread and aggravation rolling around inside of her knowing that Tomas was in Prythian. She had thought leaving her hometown would be an escape, but now her nightmare was finally on her heels.

Ever so slowly Cassian reached one hand to cup Nesta’s face. She blinked in shock at the warmth of his palm cradling her cheek.  The last hour of events were finally taking a toll on Nesta. It was at that moment that a tear slid down her face and Cassian’s thumb brushed it away.

“I promise that I’ll protect you Nesta,” Cassian roughly spoke. “You and your sisters don’t need to worry about Tomas, Jurian or any other person who thinks they can try to hurt you.”

Nesta remained still at the words. His promise affected Nesta in a way nothing else had. Cassian vowed to protect her sisters, the two most important people in her life.

She swallowed and at last turned away from Cassian. The promise felt too good to be true. That anyone would even go to such lengths for Nesta to protect her family made her heart clench.

Cassian stared at Nesta as she wrangled with what he had just told her. Torn between wanting to show appreciation and claiming that she was strong enough to deal with this on her own.

“I wish you would just rely on me instead of trying to act all tough,” Cassian rubbed the back of his neck in frustration. “It’s ok to admit that you need help Nesta. Why not just accept it when someone offers to give you hand?”

“Because I don’t need it,” Nesta’s voice raised a fraction. She wanted it, but she felt that she didn’t deserve the right to have such a moving promise made by someone who would lay down everything for anyone who needed it.

“I can handle myself,” Nesta continued. She had to handle it, because if not who would take care of Elain, the rent and college funds?

“Like how you handled it inside? When Jurian and his fucking lackeys were treating you like shit the whole night?” Cassian’s voice lowered with each passing word from his lips. He was upset by the evening’s turnout and now Nesta wouldn’t even let him help. “Or maybe when Tomas grabbed you and was about to hit you? Was it handled then?”

Nesta’s face looked stricken before she swiftly hid her emotions. Cassian caught it though. He quickly realized his mistake.

“Nesta…I didn’t mean –”

“Fuck off Cassian,” Nesta shouldered by him roughly and set a quick pace for the subway station.

Cassian wasn’t going to let this go. They weren’t leaving each other like this. His longer legs immediately caught up to Nesta. Easily he wove into her path.

“Would you stop running from me?” Cassian remained firmly in front of Nesta as she tried to cut him down with her icy stare.

“I’m not running, especially not from some jerk who thinks he knows everything!”

“Maybe if you would talk to me then I would understand,” Cassian gritted out. He wouldn’t be surprised if steam was rolling off from him in this cold air.

“I can’t,” Nesta tried to find the words as she looked away. A car passed by and Nesta still had yet to form any sort of explanation.

“You can’t?” Cassian crossed his arms. Not because he was cold, but that he waiting for her answer. The posture was that akin to a commander waiting for a response. Or perhaps a petulant child who wasn’t going to give up until they got what they wanted.

Nesta blinked. And soon enough she was trying to blink back tears.

“You’re such an idiot,” Nesta whispered.

“What was that?” Cassian questioned. “I’m the idiot. Because the person I care for doesn’t even trust me enough to talk about this?”

“No that’s not the reason,” Nesta still looked toward the street.

“Then look at me and tell me why,” Cassian huffed out bitterly.

“Because it hurts!” Nesta whipped her head around and Cassian saw two tear tracks that left wet trails on her cheeks. “I can’t talk about what happened, because it hurts to remember.”

Cassian stood frozen in shock. He shook himself out of his stupor to finally respond as Nesta wiped her tears away.

“I’m sorry…Nesta I –” Cassian reached for her again.

“Just stop!” Nesta dodged his hand. “I don’t need this. I don’t need Tomas, my dad or anyone else that has made everything worse. And I don’t need your damn apology or help!” Her voice cracked at she cried out her last statement. This time when she brushed by Cassian he didn’t stop her.

In the winter night he stood still with his hand dropping down to his side. Finally he returned back to the restuarent with peculiar looks by everyone in the building that noticed him from before.

He sat down and stared at the herb-roasted chicken that Nesta had given him earlier. The memory of the slight warmth in her hands had faded from the cold air outside.

“Cassian?” Amren’s cat like eyes were faintly concerned.

He shook his head not wanting to talk about what had transpired outside.

Amren shared a look with Rhysand. They knew something had happened, but they would wait to question him later on in privacy.

Slowly Cassian began to eat his food. It was tasteless in his mouth.

Dessert was then served with Rhysand paying for it. Cassian watched as Clare also delivered a couple bowls of ice cream to the Hybern table.

Jurian’s confused look prompted Clare to point out that the dishes were sent by Rhysand.

Cassian raised a subtle brow at Rhysand as he watched Jurian glance at their table.

Clare said something else that made Jurian’s face tighten.

“What did she say?” Cassian asked Rhysand who merely turned and smirked at Jurian.

“I requested that she serve him ice-cream and to deliver a message that some of the best dishes are served cold.”

“Like revenge,” Amren agreed sweetly. Her eyes glinting at what the future may hold in store for Hybern.

Cassian nodded before finishing the rest of his meal. Slowly the bitterness of the evening began to taste better knowing that Hybern would soon be getting a dose of revenge.

Lonely Hearts and Sad Bars

Originally posted by corneillee

Avengers X Reader

A/N: here there be feelz

This is based off something that one of my best friends wrote :)

Words: approx. 1.3K

Prompt: The reader’s observations of the Avengers at a bar.

Warnings: feelz again, alcohol

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The margaritas are good. No one ever orders them. Left as the remnants of pure ecstasy, dull flavor, and even duller eyes opting instead for the simple commodity of cold beer.

It’s an old bar. Frequented by men who prefer the consistent taste of their bland beers during the day, tempered whiskey at night, the wine that burns your throat in the early hours of the morning.

“Gin and tonic,” The same order over and over again. And the same movements to make them. The same bland, emotionless smile while serving the cold drink, fingers burning with silent grief.

The limes under the bar are wrinkled, having lost all their flavor. Dusty too, having lost all life. Almost an exact mirror of the bar. 

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Honeymooners Pt 5

Who knows? Not I! But everyone is so nice and I finally got to the end of my ideas so now it will definitely slow down for real, so like probably nothing today/tomorrow but maybe? I don’t know. I write so sporadically… Appreciate all the lovely lovely feedback and seriously, if you have any suggestions/ideas please let me know, I’d be happy to try and include them. (namely things to do on a honeymoon)


The tram bounced and and swayed, winding its way down the mountainside and towards the beach. You sat with your arms crossed protectively over your chest, beach wrap wrapped tightly around you while you still had its comforting presence. Mostly you focused on your breathing.

Loki, meanwhile, leaned back easily, legs spread wide apart with one arm resting protectively on your shoulder as the tram moved along.

It was a hanging tram, seating about eight passengers but only you and Loki rode at this time. It sailed along marvelously over the treetops, offering a beautiful view of the beach and surrounding countryside. For you though, the view was mostly lost as you wracked your nerves over having to see Loki naked as well as him seeing you completely exposed.

“Is it really a nude required beach, surely no one is going to enforce it?” You grumbled, studying your hands.

Loki chuckled, “Well, I suggest we try and fit in darling, but if you’re too shy, I will defend your honor.”

“Really?”

Loki shrugged, idly toying with your hair, “Of course. I must say, your modesty is amusing, I can’t think of a single instance in all the time we’ve known each other that I’ve seen you this nervous, nor naked as I am surely about to.”

You bit your lip, “I haven’t seen you naked either.”

Again, Loki shrugged, “There are bathhouses frequented on Asgard, being nude is hardly unheard of.”

“That sounds dreadful.” It sounded interesting if you were being honest. You weren’t as shy normally as you felt right now, but the idea of seeing Loki in all his glory both intrigued and excited you, but you feared how your body might react. Without the safety of cover, it might be immediately apparent how you feel about him and that could ruin whatever relationship the two of you had built. It interested you that Loki’s body had responded in such a way to yours this morning, but physical stimuli could cause all sorts of reactions and you hardly felt flattered.

“Beach.” A mechanical voice announced as the doors slid open. A dazed looking couple stood outside the door, barely covered in towels and leaning on each other as they giggled giddily at one another. They noticed you and Loki and their shy giggles increased as they slowly scrambled into the tram. You waited for them before nervously gripping Loki’s hand and dragging him after you.

Two small huts, clearly marked as bathrooms as well as showers for rinsing off the salt water stood a short distance from where the tram landed.

“I guess there’s lockers in there for our things?” You asked.

Loki shook his head, “There’s enclosures throughout the beach as private secluded areas for couples to well,” he cleared his throat and looked at you pointedly, “each corresponds with the room number.”

“There is no shame here.” You muttered.

Loki laughed, “It’s a lovers’ resort, they were very clear in their intentions of what couples do.”

Sighing, you nodded, “Alright, well based on the number system, we’re over there.”

Moans and grunts grew louder as you approached various enclosures, the sounds slowly waning as you distanced yourself from each place. Some were quiet, faint sounds of conversations, others had soft screams occasionally peppering the air.

“Someone could be murdered out here and no one would know.” You exclaimed.

Loki laughed, “I think most have other ideas in mind.”

“Can never be too cautious.” Your words faded as a naked couple walked past you and Loki, bodies hanging on each other as they kissed. You blinked hard, face flushed as you looked at Loki’s face. “I uh…”

Loki raised his eyebrow unperturbed. Another couple passed you, equally bare and you forced yourself to continue looking ahead. “This is so awkward,” you muttered out of the corner of your mouth.”

“We’re almost to our base of sorts.”

“Oh good!” There was a hanging curtain covering the entrance and you rushed in, tripping and collapsing onto a pile of pillows. You slowly rolled over and looked around. It was really just a small room, a pile of pillowy cushions resting in the middle as a sort of makeshift bed with no ceiling. You could lay here and stargaze if you wanted, you realized, though the sun was still crawling upwards. “This is nice.” You tilted your head to the side.

Loki looked around the small space and nodded, “Agreed, a little place of solitude, you can bathe in the sun or other activities, depending on what you choose to partake in. I wish I had thought to bring a book.”

“Unless it was a sex book, people might talk.”

Loki rolled his eyes, “I’m sure the cover could be adjusted to suit my needs.”

“I wonder where Clara and Toran are, we forgot to ask their room number. Maybe they’re in the water.” You thought of Clara’s look at Loki and found you didn’t want her seeing him naked, that surge of possessiveness welled once more within you.

Loki sank down into the cushions beside you, trying to get comfortable. “Well this was your idea. However you want to go forward, I will follow. We still have to meet the owner and I doubt he would be minding his guests in such a location, so this is for relaxation.”

“This is hardly relaxing.” You grumbled, “why can’t it be clothing optional, not nude required?”

Loki laughed, “Your modesty continues to amuse me.” He sat up and pulled off his shirt, laying back once more and resting his arm over his eyes as he lay soaking in the sun. His skin was so pale, yet the rippling of his toned muscles beneath his abdomen had your legs squirming together. If Loki shirtless could excite you… You forced the thought away, as always it came creeping back.

“You can take off your wrap I suppose, allow your body to absorb the vitamins from the sunlight.” Loki lifted his hand and offered you a crooked smile.

“Yea, yea,” you stood up and undid the towel, bunching it up as an extra pillow beneath your head.

Loki’s hand quickly returned to covering his eyes but a ghost of a smile stayed on his face. “Our work from this morning has stayed.”

You looked down at the bruises on your hips and grimaced, they were quite tender. “We really should go to the water, anyone who doesn’t visit the beach… that’s got to be suspicious.”

Loki nodded absently, “Shall I lead or will you strip first.”

You bit at your lip nervously, trying to think of which would be worse. Apparently you stayed quiet for too long, for Loki grunted and slowly straightened up. As he stood, he pulled his swim trunks down, revealing himself in all his nude glory. Your eyes widened, for sitting up you were almost at the height to stare directly at his manhood. You quickly looked away, sinking your teeth into your fist as you tried to stay quiet and aloof.

The brief glimpse you had been unable to ignore of Loki, he was massive, truly a god in his own right. No wonder he had that extra strip of leather hanging over his regular armor, he was walking around with a deadly weapon. A whole stream of thoughts, each ogling and marveling at him ran through your head as your mind all but blanked.

“Darling, are you going to now or do you need help?”

You leapt to your feet, faking a coughing fit as you looked anywhere but at the ground. “I got it.” You turned your back to him, slowly undoing the straps of your bikini top and discarding it beside Loki’s swim trunks. Breathing in deeply, eyes closed, you shimmied out of your bottoms, struggling to maintain your composure as Loki stood a close distance behind you.

You’re just getting undressed for a shower, like you do every day,’ you told yourself, slowly spinning around and folding your arms over your chest. “Ok.” You squeaked, pressing your knees together.

Loki’s gaze flickered down but quickly returned to your face. “You look very lovely.” He muttered, his voice sounding strained. Clearing his throat, Loki glanced away, “Shall we, erm, shall we go to the water?”

You allowed a brief smile of victory, pleased that Loki suddenly seemed more self conscious. “Now who’s the shy one?” You taunted.

Loki placed his hands on his hips and you fought the urge to follow their movements. “You’re still covering yourself love, have some confidence, you’re certainly not hard to look at.”

“That was almost a compliment.” You struggled to stop yet another blush.

Loki chuckled, “I’m almost good at them.”

“You’re an ass.”

Loki twisted his back, glancing down at his own behind. “It’s there, care to kiss it, as they say?”

You covered your eyes, groaning loudly as you grabbed his forearm and dragged him from the enclosure. “My day job is much easier than this.” You grumbled.

Loki laughed, “I’d imagine it is. I must say, this is far more amusing though.”

You had come to the end of the sea of tent like enclosures, finally reaching an open expanse of the beach. You had never seen so many naked people spread out on towels and under umbrellas, dozing in the morning sunlight.

“That’s a lot of people.” Loki commented idly.

“Let’s just get to the water, the sooner I can cover myself, the better I’ll feel.”

Loki wrapped his hands around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder, “I saw one of your Midgardian movies, one of the characters said ‘flaunt it if you’ve got it’. I think it’s fair to say you should flaunt it.” He pecked your cheek lightly before passing in front of you, grabbing your hand and tugging you along.

A genuine smile, appreciating the kindness of Loki’s words crossed your face and you tilted your head to the side, allowing him to lead you. Clearly your infatuation was not misplaced.

Domestic jeffmads/lams au: Chapter One

Credits: @hxxtile Lucy is their character, I just decided to make a story.

Word Count: 2000

Warning: Swearing

Plot: Lucy Jefferson starts Junior high with Philip Hamilton (who she hates) and is pretty sure she has her life figured out, until she meets Theodosia Burr Jr. (that’s it, it’s basically Lucy just figuring out her sexuality and who she is and having her dads be there every step of the way)


A/N: I hope you enjoy ??? maybe ???




      “First day of junior high! Are you nervous?” Thomas handed Lucy a plate with toast, scrambled eggs and sausage links. “It’s totally fine if you are, you don’t have to go if you’re not ready! We can call the office and tell them you’re sick or something.” He was rambling now. Lucy looked up at her dad and took a bite of her sausage. This was a thing that he did every time she hit some big ‘milestone’ in her life.

   "Of course my daughter isn’t nervous, she’s a Jefferson! Isn’t that right, Lucy?“ James came into the dining room, still in his maroon bathrobe, and ruffled her hair. When he tried to pull his hand out, it got stuck. "Jesus, do you ever brush this head of yours?” He asked once he had finally released himself from her hair.

     Lucy was about to respond when Thomas scoffed, handing his husband his plate, “You never seem to complain when you’re pulling on mine.” He raised a brow. James blushed. Lucy gagged and threw a wadded up napkin at him. Thomas gave her a challenging look and threw it back. Lucy stuck her tongue out and her father copied before they both began laughing.

     "God, you guys are basically the same person.“ James took a seat next to Lucy and Thomas sat on her other side. They began eating while their daughter, on the other hand, was halfway finished.

    "Philip should be here in about half an hour, have you picked out what you’re going to wear?” James asked. Lucy looked down at her current outfit which was an oversized pink hoodie that almost covered her purple skirt. Her matching purple flats awaited at the door. She looked back up at James as he looked over her outfit. “Lucy, it’s your first stay of school! Don’t you think what you’re wearing is…” He looked over at his husband for help.

      “Absolutely adorable!” Thomas gushed. Lucy smiled at her dad. “Don’t listen to your dad! You look just fine, you’re going to be the most popular sixth grader there I can see it now!” Thomas looked at Lucy with hearts in his eyes. He felt so proud, it was like he was staring at a younger, smaller, female version of himself.

     "Thanks, Papa,” Her voice was small and smooth but strong at the same time. Thomas fell apart at the large smile she offered him. “Also, I don’t see why junior high is such a big deal?” She turned to James, “From what I’ve heard, it’s the same as elementary. High school is where the real juicy stuff happens. Dances, sports, dating…”

     James choked on his orange juice, “Dating?” He asked, looking down at the eleven year old. She nodded eagerly.

    “Yeah, papa! Dad said the two of you met in high school, right?” Thomas nodded and sipped on his coffee, “He told me that you guys met at a party that aunt Angelica threw! Apparently you were playing truth or dare and Alexander dared Papa to…”

      “Mr. Jeffersons!!!” Philip’s squeaky voice was heard from the other side of the front door, “The doors unlocked but mom told me it’s impolite to walk into people’s houses unannounced so this is me announcing myself!” Thomas sighed in relief. He never thought he’d be so happy to hear a Hamilton’s voice.

     He stood up gave James an apologetic smile. Lucy stood as well and gave James a kiss on the cheek. “Wish me luck, dad!” She gave him a toothy grin. James smiled gave her a thumbs up. She ran over to Thomas who was holding her Powerpuff Girls backpack and a twenty dollar bill.

    “Make sure no bully tries to steal your lunch money,” Thomas whispers, “And by bully I mean Phillip.” He handed her the backpack and cash and kissed her forehead. Lucy nodded and saluted Thomas before closing her eyes, taking a deep breath and opening the door.

     “Dramatic much?” Philip asked when Lucy let the breath out. She opened her eyes and looked Philip up and down. He wore a plain blue short-sleeved shirt, with a turtle pin on his chest. His hands were in the pockets of his cargo shorts and he wore sky blue vans to match his shirt. He wore his curly hair in a bun, but a few strands fell out of it and into his face. He also had a turtle shell backpack. “You ready to go?”  When Lucy walked past him without a word he shrugged and turned to the door where James and Thomas stood, watching their interactions. “Bye, Mr. Jeffersons! I’ll make sure your daughter won’t get bullied!”

    James waved and closed the door, turning to Thomas, “Why do I feel like it’s going to be Lucy protecting Philip?”

     Thomas shrugged, “It probably will.”



 

     “Okay, first things first! Stay away from the back of the bus.” Lucy gave Phillip a confused look, “That’s where the eighth graders sit. The very front is for the fifth graders, who only come to the junior high for band. Then there’s us, the sixth graders, then seventh. And then the back four seats. Basically thrones.”

   “You know this how?” Lucy asked as they approached the bus stop.

   “I’m in band, duh! I left my violin at mom’s house though so she’s dropping it off later today.”

    “Nerd.” Lucy giggled under her breath. Phillip glared at her but she only continued to laugh, which made him even angrier. He balled his hands into fists and stomped ahead to the bus stop. He doesn’t even know why he bothers with her. Lucy caught up to him, still laughing, and looked around, “Hey, braces, how come we’re the only ones here? This stop used to be filled with kids.”

     “That was for elementary, idiot. We’re like, the only sixth graders in this part of the neighborhood. We’re also the first stop, so we get good seats. Don’t sit next to me though, I have friends.”

      “That’s a lie,” Lucy laughed and turned when she heard the bus coming down the road. ‘Here we go’ she thought to herself. The bus pulled up in front of them and the doors opened to reveal an old, fat, white man who was a few years away from losing his teeth. Lucy could tell, because when he smiled down at them, his mouth was a mess of brown and yellow.

       “Well, hello there, Pip! Who is this?” He asked.

       “Mornin’, Bill! This is Lucy, I’m supposed to be showing her the ropes!” Lucy rolled her eyes behind Philip who was smiling proudly.

      “Oh! And I see you got a little upgrade over the summer?” Philip was confused at first, “Your braces, kid. You didn’t have them last year if I recall. When’d you get those?”

    “A few weeks ago,” Philip began to talk about the experience, but Lucy was honestly trying to get to school.

     She cleared her throat, “Excuse me, Bill? Don’t you have other stops to get to?” Philip rolled his eyes and mouthed something to the old man, which got him laughing hysterically. Lucy crossed her arms and glared at the two.

      “I’m sorry, ma’am, won’t happen again.” Bill said through laughter, he high fived Philip before the curly haired boy began walking down the aisle. Lucy sighed and followed. She took a seat two seats in front of Philip and on the other side of the aisle, not wanting to sit next to him. When the bus started moving she smiled and looked out the window and at the passing houses.

        After three stops, the bus was almost filled with kids talking about their summer and new outfits and whatnot. Philip’s friends were even on the bus as well. Everyone knew everyone. Except Lucy. She mentally cursed her dads for making her go to a private school, but also thanked them, because a majority of the kids on this bus were in desperate need of a shower.

     At the fourth stop, though, the boredom was knocked right out of Lucy. After a few eighth and seventh graders, a sixth grade girl walked onto the bus, looking down at her phone with furrowed brows. She had her dreadlocks pulled back into a high pony-tail and wore a pink shirt that read “#Vote4Burr!” in blue lettering. She wore dark blue denim shorts, black flats and a stitch backpack that was covered in pins from shows such as Bob’s Burgers, Adventure Time, she even had a few Melanie Martinez ones. “This is the bus to WJHS, right?” She had asked. A few kids in the back laughed but she seemed to either ignore them, or not care. Lucy liked that.

    When Bill nodded, she smiled anxiously and began typing vigorously into her phone, walking down the aisle. Lucy wanted to say something when she passed her and walked to the eighth grade section, but she was too late. The whole bus had gone quiet as well and watched her.

      “Hey, you, what grade are you in?” An eighth grader, who Philip had referred to as Mia, asked, the bus began moving, causing the girl to stumble a bit.

     She looked up from her phone and stuck it in her back pocket, “Sixth, why?” She asked. Lucy thought that the girl was genuinely confused, but Mia took it as sass.

    “I don’t know who you think you’re talking to, but I’m gonna need you to lose the attitude.” Mia replied coldly. Lucy was getting mad now.

    “Hey, leave her alone! She was just confused, you douche!” Lucy stood and turned around to glare at Mia from the front of the bus. A chorus of Ooh’s was heard from the bus, Mia’s face began to turn red and she stood up from her seat.

     Another eight grader, who had their ear buds in, heard the commotion and took them out. They took one look at Mia and the confused girl and sighed, standing up as well. “Mia, sit the fuck down. It’s obviously this kid’s first day, don’t make it as hard for them as it already is.” The person’s voice was calm yet stern as they spoke to Mia who crossed her arms and sat down and pulled out her phone with a huff, but it turned soft and sympathetic when they turned to the still confused and honestly bewildered girl, “I don’t know if you know this, but the back seats are taken for eighth graders, you can sit up front, though.” They smiled down at the girl.

      “Thank you,” She breathed out and turned around to walk back down the aisle. All the seats were taken except for (conveniently) the one next to Lucy. “Can I sit here?” She asked hopefully. Lucy felt her face grow hot and she nodded. Her first new friend, wow. “Thanks for defending me by the way.” She smiled after taking a seat.

      Lucy nodded back with a nervous grin and couldn’t help but peek over at the girl as she pulled her phone back out. Lucy wasn’t allowed to have a phone (Thomas disagrees but James thinks she too young) so she was nothing short of surprised to see that the girl had an IPhone 7 in her small hands. The lock screen was a selfie taken of her and a man (bald) laughing at how they looked with the snapchat dog filter. When she unlocked the phone (with her thumb print, which also amazed Lucy) the home screen was her and the same man with the flower crown filter, smiling whole heartedly. Lucy smiled, guessing that man was her father and turned back to look out the window silently.

     “I’m Theodosia Burr Jr., but you can just call me Theo.” The girl spoke as the bus finally left their neighborhood. Lucy looked over at the girl, who was smiling and holding her hand out.

     “I’m Lucy Jefferson, nice to meet you, Theo.” She smiled back and took her hand.

     “Nice to meet you, Lucy.”

15 Princes / Part One

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A/N: Finally getting to the first part of the series. Hopefully everyone liked the introduction. I’m proud to present the first chapter! This time, there will be more interaction. Hopefully everyone enjoys like always~

PLOT:  What if 15 boys had a crush on you? What would you do? That’s exactly the situation you are in. Suddenly, you are being confessed to left and right. The boring school year just got interesting. Who will you choose? Who is the one who makes your heart flutter the most? Why is there a club dedicated entirely to you?

CHAPTERS: Intro / One / Two


“So, I’m sure you know why I’ve gathered you here today.” Doyoung took his seat at the end of the long table, clearing his throat, and organizing the papers in front of him.

The eight other boys seated at the table quieted down. Their faces ranged from annoyed to genuinely curious.

“Now, before I begin, is there an-” A hand shot up, and a voice interrupted him.

“When did we make you president?” Doyoung rolled his eyes at the question.

“Excuse me Jaehyun, but I don’t see you being the student council president in elementary school. I’m more qualified than more than half of you pathetic lover boys.”

“Last time I checked Doyoung, you were in that category.”

“Shut up Ten, nobody was talking to you.”

This prompted an argument to arise and the room became filled with angry yelling. Doyoung let out a long sigh, rubbing at his temples. Why did their meetings always start like this?

BANG

Hands slammed onto the table, quieting everyone abruptly. All heads turned towards the sound, and a fuming Taeyong greeted them.

“We have more important business to take care of.” Taeyong sat back down in the plastic chair, crossing his arms. Doyoung let out an awkward laugh.

“Well, there is a reason he is vice president.”

Crickets.

Anyway, you must be wondering why I gathered you all here. Usually we only meet on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but we have an emergency.”

Everyone stiffened up. This could only mean one thing…

“Y/N is in danger of falling into the hands of a foreigner who is better looking than us but we won’t admit it.” Doyoung slammed his hands on the table, and everyone broke out into whispers. “It seems that Y/N has been asked to show him around, but we all know what that means.”

“It’s the perfect scenario, Foreigner meets beautiful angel, proceeds to fall in love. Next thing we know, they are popping out babies left and right. We can’t let this happen to our queen!” A chorus of “hell yeahs!” filled the room. 

“What information do we have on the foreigner?” Taeil cut into the cheering. All attention was back onto Doyoung, who gestured towards Jaehyun.

“Jaehyun, tell us what you know.”

Jaehyun cleared his throat, and stood up from his seat.

“Well, the transfer student is part of the international student program. He’s from China, and his name is Qian Kun. He’s a B blood type and is 178 cm tall. Favorite animal is cats, enjoys chocolate, beef, brea-” Johnny interrupted him before he could continue.

“Dude, how did you find all that out when he just arrived not even an hour ago?” Jaehyun opened his mouth to answer, but was once again cut off by Doyoung.

“That doesn’t matter, what matters is that since this Kun person is from a foreign country, it means that we have competition now for Y/N’s love. He is at an advantage because he gets to be with her 24/7!” Doyoung growled. He was especially frustrated, being that he was the one who (supposedly) has had the longest crush on you.

“Competition? Aren’t we all competition?” Yuta raised an eyebrow at Doyoung. He was just here to pass time and find out anything he could about you to best the others for your affection. 

“This is a passive group, we aren’t going to confess to our angel, you idiot.” Yuta glared at Doyoung. 

While everyone was arguing about the point of the club, Hansol sighed, grabbing his backpack from the floor. He had to go home, and it was beginning to look like the club meeting was veering off course once again. He got up, sending a small wave to the rest of the members.

None of them noticed him.

A dejected feeling came over him. If his own friends don’t notice him, how will you ever? There was no hope for him. He should just give up.

He slid the door closed, and adjusted his backpack. Even as he walked down the hallway, he could still hear the echos of the other members. It was a miracle nobody had come and complained by now. 

Hansol hung his head low, feeling the energy just get sucked right out of him. Today had been a exhausting day. 

“Oh-” Something collided with him, sending whatever it was onto the floor. Hansol, startled, looked up.

His eyes widened and his pulse quickened.

You sat on the ground, rubbing at the part of your back that had hit the ground. You still had your uniform on, and there was a pout on your face. Hansol felt his breath hitch.

You were beautiful like always.

Hansol’s daydreaming was interrupted by a male hand popping in out of nowhere, and helping you up. You smiled at the stranger, thanking him for helping you.

“Please watch where you’re going next time.” The heavy accent was directed towards him, and Hansol took in the male that was next to you. He was around the same height as Hansol, yet Hansol felt a sense of inferiority being by him. The man’s smile was bright and it really lit up the room. His hair was trimmed neatly and his posture was perfectly straight.

Hansol felt like a squid next to him.

You dusted yourself off, and turned your attention to Hansol.

“Yes, please watch where you walk. The whole hallway is not just for you.” You giggled. Hansol felt his face warm up at your small smile, and he was glad that you weren’t mad at him. 

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t even have time to form a single sentence.

You looked at him a bit confused.

“Well…I guess we’ll get going now. Kun, come on, I’ll show you the science classroom next.” The two of you walked away, leaving a frozen Hansol who was a jumbled mess on the inside.

He let out a long groan once he realized that he missed his chance.

anonymous asked:

Canon!verse: Swim day. It's summer time and ofc it's the best time for going to the pool. Robbie agrees to go ONLY because reading in the shade is relaxing but then Sport asks him to help apply the sunblock and oh sweet jesus how is he going to say no to rubbing down those muscles

The hottest day of summer rolled around and this time Robbie was actually invited to go to the beach with the others. Nobody really wanted a repeat of last year when the villain hadn’t even been aware of their departure. It took some persuasion when Stephanie asked him over the phone if he wanted to go. He caved rather easily when she told him he wouldn’t have to swim and that they would just like to have his company.

Within a few minutes Robbie had packed a towel to sit on, an ungodly orange umbrella, and a thick book. With any luck the reading would deter anybody running too close to him to get sand in the pages or pressure him into the water.

Robbie met with the group outside of Town Hall, nose twitching nervously as he expected them all to change their collective hive mind and send him away once they saw he actually showed up. He went unscolded though, and he let out a sharp breath as he knew he really was welcome.

“Where is Sportaflop?” He asked as he followed Bessie’s lead and gave Milford his thing to pack into the car, noting everyone but the hero was present.

“He’s meeting us there!” Ziggy chirped.

“He wouldn’t fit in the van with all of us.” Bessie explained. “Milford’s van only seats eight. Sportacus has the airship anyway. Don’t worry Mr. Rotten. He’ll be there.”

“I was not worried.” Robbie huffed.

Bessie just winked at him and moved to get into the driver’s seat. Milford settled into the passenger’s. The middle row was taken by Stephanie, Pixel and Ziggy. Robbie found himself between Trixie and Stingy in the very back. The bickering between them was already giving him a headache and he realised the seating arrangement was probably to keep the two separated by an adult force. It wasn’t working.

They all made it to the beach in one peice regardless of the unending argument between the prankster and the hoarder. Robbie was glad to be out of the vehicle and free of them. He quickly took his things from the trunk, ignoring the fact he caused everything else to fall in the process. It was all coming out anyway.

He was helping.

He set up his towel and umbrella in the driest spot he found that was still in sight of the water. There was a fairly nice breeze as well. Sportadoof hadn’t shown up yet. Determined to indulge in whatever peace he would get today, he opened his book.

He only got a few paragraphs in when a collective gasp caught his attention and he looked up just in time to see the silly blue elf doing a cannonball from the door of his airship. Because of course he would. He was in swim trunks, Robbie noticed, though still wore that goofy blue hat.

The hero made his way to shore and was soon surrounded by his admiring gaggle of children. Robbie took an indulgent second to mock while nobody was paying attention to him. Sportacus caught his eye and he went back to his book quickly, pretending he hadn’t been watching at all.

Robbie had just managed to reach the blissful point of reading where his mind wandered. It was always when he thought of his best inventions. He had one just on the verge of blossoming when suddenly he was aware of another body barging in on his shade and far too close to him.

He flinched away, the half-formed machine in his mind flitting out of his reach. He turned to the hero with a glare.

“Sportasplash! What are you doing!?”

Sportacus just grinned and handed over a bottle labled ‘sunscreen’ but really just smelled foul to Robbie. He took it anyway, confused and waiting for explanation.

“I can’t reach my back. Would you mind?” Sportacus asked. “I can do the rest myself.”

Robbie swore he could feel every single individual blood cell in his body fighting each other to get into his face and he would up agreeing before his rational mind could remind him that he was a villain and not supposed to help his nemesis.

“Sure. Okay. Turn around.” Robbie barked harshly.

Sportacus happily did as told, a cheerful twitch to his mustache that somehow his romp in the water hadn’t marred in the slightest. Robbie wiggled his nose, trying his best to be annoyed that his hands would smell like sunblock for until whenever he washed them as he tipped the bottle over into his palm.

Having never used sunblock himself he guessed it would be best to work his way down and started with the back of the hero’s neck. Sportacus squirmed at the cold but did his best to stay still while Robbie worked. Robbie meanwhile was considerably distracted by the feel of raw muscle under his hands and the fact that, up close, it was clear Sportacus was covered in light freckles.

Robbie decided to try his best to ignore what Sportacus’s body was doing to his brain. And his stomach. And his heart. It sort of worked until he reached lower on the hero’s back and the elf rolled his shoulders before leaning forward to touch his toes.

Robbie could feel every single muscle in Sportacus’s back that was used to complete the motion and was fairly sure he had died for a moment. He didn’t realise his hands were idly kneading in place until Sportacus spoke up.

“Robbie? Are you okay?” He asked, turning.

Robbie felt that too and pushed him away. “I’m fine. You’re done, now go away.”

Sportacus knew his back was only half done, but he could reach the rest himself. The places he couldn’t were covered. He flashed Robbie a grin and the villian choked on his own saliva when he realized Sportacus knew exactly what he had been doing. He didn’t gloat though. He just took the bottle back and flipped away with a ‘Thank you!’ and was back at the edge of the water.

Robbie grumbled to himself and returned his attention to his book, though he could focus on nothing.

SaiIno Imagines [Pt. 2]

This one is going to have fewer imagines than the last one, mainly because they’re longer.  :3

  • Most of their friends decided to get married wearing traditional kimonos, but Sai and Ino went for a more modern approach and opted for a suit and tie and a wedding gown. Sai still had no idea how everything worked. He just knew that he had to stand at the altar and wait for his bride to arrive, but it was making his nerves jump. His stomach was churning. He was anxious. Like most of their friends, their wedding was outdoors. It was a small affair, and only their closest friends were invited. Ino’s garden, where the wedding was held, was decorated with flowers that she and Sai had chosen and tended to. A red carpet was stretched from the backdoor, where Ino would step out of soon enough, to the wedding arch that stood just a little behind Sai. About ten round tables were placed around the venue, and each table could seat about eight people. Sai always knew that Ino’s garden was rather wide, but he had no idea that it was big enough to accommodate nearly a hundred people. His friends were starting to settle down into their seats - grinning at him from ear-to-ear. He waved at them and offered them a nervous smile. “Sai, the ceremony’s going to start,” Sakura, who helped organize the wedding, whispered as his heart suddenly began to race. Calm down, he told himself. Today was an important day. He shouldn’t allow himself to be overcome by anxiety. They hired a small, traditional band to play at their wedding. As soon as the soothing sound of strings being plucked settled into his head, he exhaled and stared at the backdoors where his bride-to-be would come out of. As soon as the sound of the instruments blended in harmoniously towards its first crescendo, the doors slowly opened and he held his breath. There she is, he told himself as he saw her - she was smiling, so he smiled back at her. Her face was covered by a white, lacy veil and her beautiful waist-length hair was down. She was wearing a low-necked, long-sleeved wedding gown with lacy sleeves that hung off her shoulders and embraced her arms beautifully. He never saw her wedding dress before this, and he was glad that he didn’t, because he would never be able to relive this moment. He almost forgot to breathe. He allowed her wedding dress to embrace her for now, because he would be able to do that soon enough. And when he took her hand and saw her up-close, with her rosy cheeks, red lips and teal blue eyes, his heart just stopped beating and she became his only sense of reality. What good have I done to deserve someone so pure?
  • Their first kiss happened shortly after the wedding ceremony between Hinata and Naruto. Before it happened, Sai had been considering it - a kiss, according to the same book that helped him through his first date with Ino, was a symbol of affection and one’s first kiss must be deemed precious. He wondered if Ino has ever kissed someone before, because he sure hasn’t. He didn’t know how to initiate it. Does he just lean in like the male leads of romance novels? Does he wait for her to do it? He was completely clueless. The fun and formalities ended at 7 o’clock in the evening, so he walked her home like he usually did. This time, however, his hands were shaking and sweating and he had no idea what he should be doing. “I know we’ve had a lot of food at the wedding, but would you like to join me for dinner?” she invited. He nodded and went inside. This was his first time entering Ino’s house and although she lived alone, everything was so neat and organized. As expected of her, there were potted plants and flowers everywhere. “Make yourself at home, or something, I’ll go get things ready,” she said. Before she could turn towards the kitchen, Sai gently grabbed her by the wrist and held her back. “I-Ino,” he stammered as she turned around and faced him - her teal blue eyes staring straight into his pitch black ones. This is it, he thought. He took a deep breath and looked at her lips - she was wearing lipstick, but most of it had already been erased. “C-Can I kiss you?” he asked as Ino’s face turned red almost immediately, “A-Alright,” she said. He leaned in, his heart racing inside his chest, and planted a soft kiss on her lips. He had no idea if he was doing this right, but it felt good…it felt warm. They pulled away after an eternity, and when it was over, it was bittersweet. Ino’s cheeks were still glowing in a light red shade, “Alright, casanova, I’ll go prepare dinner,” she said as she giggled. Her mood just improved so much. “I’ll help you,” he offered. Of course she accepted.
  • Sai was wondering why Ino had been acting so irritable lately - of course, he couldn’t bring himself to ask her why. He’s learned his lesson the hard way. So instead of asking her why she was acting so tense, he did his best to be the best husband he could be - it didn’t help, of course, but at least they weren’t fighting over nothing. She had been complaining about the things she didn’t even notice before - like the smell of fish in the morning or the clutter on his desk he had promised to take care of in a few moments. Sai wondered what he did wrong, so he sat down outside, among the flowers his wife had tended so lovingly. “Hmm…did she not like the flowers I gave her last week?” he asked himself. Perhaps that was it. Ino didn’t like the ink flowers he made for her, because she preferred real flowers. “That might be it,” he uttered to himself, so he rose and headed towards the nearest flower shop. Sai had no idea what to get - he didn’t speak the language of flowers like his wife did, so he asked the florist about the best flowers to give as an apology. The woman working behind the counter was in her mid-fifties, “Is it for your wife, young man?” she asked with a smile. Sai reddened a little and nodded. He thought of Ino as his wife so casually, but still felt a little flustered when others asked him about his wife - he had a wife, and he couldn’t be any happier about it, especially since it was someone so precious to him. “I’m not trying to be nosy, but what exactly happened?” she asked. Sai shrugged his shoulders, “She just…I don’t know, she just got mad for no reason, so I thought that maybe I did something wrong and I need to figure it out myself.” “Has your wife been acting irritable for no reason?” the woman asked. Sai nodded. “It might not be because you did something wrong. But…ah, I’ll leave it to your wife. In the meantime, I think it’s best for you to just buy her flowers that symbolize love - red roses, that is.” Sai nodded, “Alright.” The woman worked her way around wrapping up a dozen roses into a bouquet, and handed it to Sai. When he arrived home, Ino was already there. She was sitting on the couch in the living room, waiting for him to come back. “Welcome home,” Sai told her when he saw her. He failed to hide the flowers behind his back when Ino looked up at him. “A-Ah, these are for you…” he said as offered her the bouquet of roses, “I-I’m sorry, for whatever I did wrong…” he began. Ino smiled and stood up, but she looked a little confused.“Why are you apologizing?” she asked. Sai smiled sheepishly, “I-I thought you were mad at me for something…” he said. Ino laughed, “N-No. I should be sorry, I’ve been acting extremely prissy these past two weeks, but I think I just found out why.” Sai raised his eyebrows in question, “What do you mean?” he asked. Ino smiled, and it was the sweetest thing Sai had ever seen. “We’re going to be parents,” she said. Time stopped in its tracks when she said that. Parents, the word echoed in his head. He was going to be a father. “W-W-We’re what?” he asked, dumbfounded, as a bright red color rushed into his pale face. “Sai, I’m pregnant,” she said with an ecstatic giggle. Sai couldn’t believe it, even if he knew it was bound to happen someday. He didn’t expect it to be now. When the news settled in, he finally smiled and ended up dropping the bouquet of roses on the floor. With an ear-to-ear smile painted on his face and a few tears of joy ready to stream down his cheeks, he wrapped Ino in a tight embrace. “Thank you so much,” he whispered.

isi7140  asked:

Westallen, "Everything's going to be fine."

I love that this is a fluff meme.  Also Earth-2 Barry is deeply regretting checking out what was actually in the attic.

“Everything’s going to be fine.”

“I know,” Barry assures, checking his watch for the twelfth time.  Biting his lip, he reaches up to adjust his glasses for the twenty-sixth time.  “I just – I’m missing a meeting.”

“At 11:30 at night?” Iris asks dryly, holding his free hand.

Barry nods, a little more enthusiastically than strictly necessary, and shrinks visibly when a nurse appears in the triage doorway.  “Tanner?”

The second she leads a young man with a head injury off, Barry slumps, attempting to fold himself discreetly underneath the chair.  He succeeds, a startled sound slipping past him when he slides right off the chair.  Safely sequestered under his seat, he remarks with genuine pleasure, “This is roomy.”

The eight-year-old girl seated on a chair across from them tugs her mom’s arm.  “Why’s he sitting on the floor?”

Iris, for her part, sighs and rests a hand on his hair.  “Honey.”  She can feel him trembling finely and sighs when a hand closes anxiously around her ankle.  “Do you want rabies?”

“I would greatly prefer it to the alternative,” he quips.

Scratching his head, Iris deploys her secret weapon: “Would the other Barry hide under a chair?”

Indignation works miracles.

With ramrod resolve, Barry sits in his seat, the picture of Dignified Adult, and only flinches a little when the nurse calls his name.

Sitting on a gurney, Barry fidgets as a nurse clarifies, “So.  You got bit by a –” 

“Bat,” Barry supplies solemnly.

“Bat,” the nurse repeats, nodding and jotting it down.  “How long ago was that?”

An exhaustive twenty minutes later finds Barry sitting numbly on the edge of the table, holding his left shoulder like it personally betrayed him.  “I hate bats,” he says through his teeth.  Bowing over his wrist, he repeats emphatically, “I hate bats.”

He doesn’t make a sound when the nurse comes back with the anti-rabies vaccines, closing his eyes, pale but keeping the peace.  Iris asks, “You good?” and Barry lets out a soft huff that is, I am very, very not good but he doesn’t say a word.  He groans, just a little, when the nurse swabs his arm.  Iris lets him have her hand and he grimaces, a long, soft hahhhhh of pain escaping him as not one but five doses of anti-rabies injections are emptied strategically around the wound and a sixth dose in the wound, which finally startles a sharp yelp out of Barry.

Sitting beside her exceedingly sullen husband on the monorail home, Iris tells him – the side of his head leaning on her shoulder, that is: “You took that better than I thought you would.”

Barry sniffs and fishes for his handkerchief, pressing it to his eyes.  “I am – in no way inferior to the other Barry,” he declares with great dignity, replacing the kerchief in his pocket.

“Of course not,” Iris assures him, kissing his temple.  “He would’ve tried to suck the rabies out of the wound.”

He laughs, a soft, easy sound, and the tension finally eases from his shoulders.

interesting.
Carry On Countdown // Day eight {November 30th} // ‘Front Seats Are For People Who Haven’t Been Kidnapped By Fucking Numpties’ Day

No matter how much I actually like Fiona, there have been countless moments that I have wanted to strangle her. Right now is most definitely one of those moments.

Fiona still makes me sit in the back of her car every single time, which is something I’m pretty used to by now, but she made Snow sit next to her in the front.

Snow had chuckled when Fiona had sent me to sit in the back of her car, but that laughter had quickly turned into horror when he’d realized he was expected to sit in the front.

Snow is restless and Fiona is feeding on it. I don’t need to see Fiona’s face to know her eyes are gleaming with enjoyment.

“So instead of killing, you’re dating my nephew now,” Fiona states.

“Uh, yes,” Simon answers stiffly.

“Interesting.” Is all Fiona says back and she’s quiet for a moment. I know that she does it purely to make Snow more nervous. (It’s working.)  “Why the change of heart?”

Snow just gives her one of his classic shrugs, and for once I’m thankful for that gesture of his. “I have always been obsessed with Baz. I don’t think I ever really wanted to kill him.”

It takes me some effort to keep the corners of my mouth from moving upwards.

“Obsessed like my nephew was—and is—obsessed with you?” Fiona asks mockingly.

Snow grins and looks at Fiona. “Tell me more.”

“Well,” she begins. “He was always talking about you and your—I’m quoting him—‘stupid moles’. Now please note that ‘stupid moles’ is Basilton for ‘cute moles’.” Simon chuckles and I roll my eyes.

“He was always plotting how he would take you down. Take you down to kill you, he told me. I knew that he did mean something entirely different than killing though,” Fiona says and she then chuckles at her own words.

“Plotting?” Snow asks.

“Plotting.” Fiona confirms.

“Knew it.”

I sigh deeply. “I can’t believe you two.”

Signed to Kill (Pt. 7)

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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

◊ Word Count: 2,530

◊ Summary: You were employed in an agency that made its money by taking lives. However, things get hard when you’re contracted to kill a young idol.

A/N: All I have to say is feel free to scream at me lol.


   |Chapter 7

The sound of your text tone rang through your bedroom, disturbing you from your sleep. You cracked open your eyes, squinting against the harsh light from the sun. Blindly, you grabbed for your phone, holding it close to your face as you read the time.

Holy shit, it’s noon, you thought, thoroughly surprised. You didn’t usually sleep so late, but you’d had a rough time last night.

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Two:Project Shining Diamond

// what was originally supposed to be a scenario turned into this instead? inspired and based off this video HERE. all credits for the video go to @hoon-seok

// warnings: blood, fighting, cursing?? (like once i think), mentions of alcohol, mentions of drugs, bdsm JK THEY JUST TYING EACH OTHER UP LMAO

// sneak peek: “Dunno. Y/N gave it to me with specific instructions to hand it off to you and not to look at it. So I didn’t.” Seungcheol dazedly nodded, still staring at the USB. “And don’t you dare ever pull one of those little tricks on my gang again. If you do… I’ll kill you. And there won’t be a cat eyed boy with a couple of explosive toys to save you next time.” S.Coups looked up at Rap Monster with a hard glare, his jaw set. And he turned around, and left.

// poly!seventeen x reader

// word count: 4809

// PROLOGUE | ONE | TWO |


  The night air was hot and suffocating as it almost flared in through the open window of the black van, and Seungcheol huffed as he ran his hand through his hair - he could already feel it sticking to his forehead with sweat.

  Out of all the places Bangtan Boys could’ve used as a hideout, it had to be out in the middle of nowhere with desert for miles as far as Seungcheol could see. He adjusted his sunglasses before turning to look over at Mingyu who sat next to him. The boy was stoic as usual, and Seungcheol sighed. Really, it hadn’t been his wound that had changed him - as a leader, S.Coups knew that. It was the disappearance of Y/N, and her sudden loss in their lives.

  “How are we doing on time?” Seungcheol spoke up. Junhui, who was driving, looked over at Minghao who sat in the passenger’s seat. The younger Chinese boy picked up his phone and texted four words to Hoshi - he was with the other six members in the second black van.

  What time is it?

  He received a reply immediately - 10:10 - and Minghao raised his head from his phone, stuffing it back in his pocket as he answered without a second’s beat.

  “Ten minutes ahead of our original scheduled time. The rest are two miles behind us, and we’ll be there in eight minutes.” Seungcheol bit his lower lip, turned to look back out the window as the hot wind beat down on his face.

  There was no denying the fast pounding of his heart. He was excited - Seungcheol always loved to fight with Bangtan Boys, and, after the initial span of time he hadn’t fought for a while, it was pretty obvious he was looking forward to this one. But he was also scared. Scared of what he might find, scared of the conditions Y/N might be in, scared of what she thought of him. He licked his lips and tasted blood. S.Coups shook his head with a quiet chuckle - he’d actually drawn blood from his very own lips.

  With an inhale of breath that burned his lungs with the hot desert air, Seungcheol slouched in his seat. Eight minutes turned out to be longer than he had originally expected.


  Soon, the smooth pavement of the road turns gravelly and uneven, and Seungcheol is shaken awake from his half asleep stupor to make out a blue freight car in the distance slowly growing in the dim yellow of the van’s headlights.

  “Is this it?” S.Coups asks, leaning forward in his seat, and he pulls off his sunglasses. Jeonghan nods from where he sits next to Mingyu - he’s been gossiping and bickering with Joshua, but they seem to have forgotten each other in the anxiousness of seeing Y/N again.

  “This should be it.” Jeonghan assures. “It’s the place JinJin directed us to, after all.” Joshua smirks, and he can’t help but chuckle as he fixes the sleeves to his jacket.

  “Even if he was lying to us, I’m sure there’s a better way I could get the information out of him again even faster.” The atmosphere in the van cools at that, and Minghao swallows before speaking up.

  “Hoshi says it’s 10:00. They’re right behind us, and Woozi’s positive this is Bangtan Boys’ hideout.” Jun pulls up near the blue freight car, and he puffs a breath from his lips as he turns the car off. His hands fall to his lap, and it’s pitch dark as Seungcheol hears the second van pull up behind them.

  There’s a long silence. They must all be thinking the same thing with that same frightening desire to see Y/N again in the pit of their stomachs. Nobody says anything. They all just turn to look at the blue freight car, somehow being able to distinguish it even in the pitch blackness of the night. It’s Jun who breaks the silence.

  “She’s in there.” It’s quiet again, and Minghao sighs before responding.

  “Let’s hope that’s true.” Then, he opens the door to the passenger’s seat, and climbs out of the van without a second word. The air is hot and stuffy, and Minghao almost feels suffocated by it. He pulls at his tie, trying desperately to loosen the collar of his shirt. A second door shutting is what catches his attention, and Minghao turns for a split second to catch Jun walking over to stand next to him. Together, they both stare at the freight car. A dull noise is pouring from it, and Minghao knows Bangtan Boys are the party type while he distinguishes the word FIRE amongst the upbeat music.

  “S.Coups wants us to go ahead and invade the freight car.” Jun informs him. Minghao bites his lower lip as he stuffs his hands deep into his pockets. “The only others staying behind will be Mingyu, Jeonghan, and Joshua.” Jun turns to the second van, and brings out his hands to shape out their signature form - a number one with his right pinky, and a seven with left thumb and index finger. After a brief half second, the others start to spill out of the second van. Jun turns to Minghao with a half smirk. “Are we ready?” Minghao breathes out a half hearted laugh, and he glances at the ground before looking back up to the freight train.

  “Honestly… I don’t think we’ve ever been.” He smiles at Junhui. “Let’s save Y/N.” He turns to Vernon, gestures at the back of the first black van. “Get the ropes out of the trunk.”

  Music immediately pours out of the freight car when Jun slides open the door, and a smell that’s vaguely a mix between alcohol, weed, and cheap cologne hits Dino like a memory almost as sweet as his mother’s pastries. He smirks, and hops up to land on the platform of the freight car loudly. With a loud whistle from Woozi whom Dino knows is close behind him, the music stops, and Minghao smiles with a sense of adrenaline.

  “Who the fuck -” The voice belongs to Rap Monster - Jun knows it from the millions of times he’s fought with it. But the leader doesn’t get to finish, because the noise of Vernon’s gun shooting and the sharp metallic ting of bullets piercing the roof of the freight car cuts it short.

  “Say the name!” Junhui shouts with such a large grin, you can see his canine teeth, and it’s almost like watching a wolf about to feast on his favorite prey.

  “Seventeen!” The others shout, and then it’s utterly chaotic as the nine boys jump into the freight car, and absolutely trash the place.

  Vernon and Wonwoo subconsciously partner up together, and they’re stalking through the freight car like they downright own it. But nothing seems to take their interest - not the members of Bangtan Boys still in remote shock, not the expensive liquor that looks too divine, not even the heap of cash lying on a circular table, forgotten mid count.

  It’s a sudden sharp pain in Hansol’s cheekbone that stops the both of them abruptly, and he winces as he grabs at his face. Vernon pulls away his fingers to see blood there, and he hisses before looking up for the attacker, and there he is - Jeon Jungkook.

  He’s the youngest in the gang, and, in a way, Vernon kinda feels for the guy, because he knows what it’s like to be one of the younger ones. But it doesn’t ease the anger that’s rising in his stomach, and he snarls almost like an animal. Jungkook settles back into a fighting position with his blade gripped tight in his hand, but, in reality, it’s not a blade. It’s a shard of glass that’s cutting his hand and has blood stains all over it.

  Wonwoo hums with a raised eyebrow as he finds a broken vase behind him. It looks ancient - expensive - and yet, there it is, in a pile on the floor in pieces. One of those pieces in Jungkook’s hand with an aggressiveness that makes his eyebrows furrow. Wonwoo almost grows the littlest bit of respect for him, but then remembers their reason for being here in the first place. The mental image of Y/N in his mind’s eye fuels him to pull the rope out of his back pocket.

  Wonwoo wraps each end around his hands, pulls the rope taut and tight as he steps closer with Vernon right next to him.

  “You really shouldn’t have done that.” Wonwoo chastises, and he smirks. “You see… I’m pretty protective over the people I like. And what you just did to Vernon… I won’t condone it.” Jungkook snarls, and he hops forward on his feet whilst wielding his shard of glass.

  “You’re the ones who shouldn’t be here in the first place.” Jungkook banters back. “Tell me, what have we done now that’s got Seventeen’s peeking eyes all over us this time?” Vernon presses his lips tightly together.

  “I think you know.” And with that, he pushes at Jungkook’s sternum with the heel of his hand, knocks the blade out of his fist to clatter to the floor. Wonwoo uses the distraction to his advantage, and he ties up Jungkook’s wrists with the rope in only a few seconds. But the young boy is strong, and he’s kicking out with his feet, and almost nails Vernon right in the kneecap with a force that would’ve been too painful.

  Wonwoo quickly pushes the rest of the rope at Hansol, and pushes Jungkook down so harshly, the breath is knocked out of his lungs. As Jungkook tries to recover from the initial pain of hitting the metal floor so hard, Wonwoo climbs on top of him as he straddles his waist. He holds his tied wrists with one hand, takes a grip of Jungkook’s throat with the other.

  “Hurry up!” Wonwoo orders, and Vernon swiftly ties his ankles together with little trouble. Once Jungkook’s recovered, he lazily smirks, taking slow breaths to control the tightness of Wonwoo’s hand against his throat.

  “I bet you’ve done this before, haven’t you, big guy?” Jungkook murmurs quietly with a wink, and Wonwoo presses his lips tightly together.

  “Vernon?” He asks. Hansol pulls his gun out of the waistband of his pants, and points it at the youngest member of Bangtan Boys.

  “Already on it.” But Taehyung was reckless, and he often acted before actually thinking. So when he lunged forward from his hiding spot behind the couch to help his friend, it only took a warning shout from Vernon to alert Wonwoo of it before he elbowed out to stop V by the shoulder.

  V fell onto his back, but he held his gun up nevertheless, steady with his finger on the trigger like he’d never been knocked down in the first place.

  “I don’t think so,” The sudden murmur proved to come from Jun as he rounded a corner with rope in his arms. He licked his upper lip before harshly kicking the gun out of Taehyung’s hand, and Wonwoo smirked. “Let’s quit treating this like a play date, yeah?” Leaning down, Junhui grabbed V by his collar before roughly pulling him up to stand.

  “Maybe it wouldn’t be so much of a play date if we didn’t have to deal with a bunch of children like you.” V spit back, grinding his teeth after Jun had slammed him against the wall. The Chinese boy scoffed with a small smirk, nodding over his shoulder.

  “If that’s right, then why does my boy have one of your friends over there?” V looked over Jun’s shoulder where a brunette boy was kneeling on the floor in front of J-Hope who was tied up and bloody. It was Junhui’s chuckling that brought V back to his current situation. “Now, this is what’s going to happen. You’re gonna sit still like a good boy while we do our thing. Any disruptions from you, and I’ll make sure you don’t talk again. Got it?”

  V only bit his lower lip with a grunt. He rolled his eyes as Jun used the rope to bond his wrists and ankles together. When he was finished, he turned over to Minghao who was still kneeling in front of J-Hope.

  “You got him?” Junhui called out. THE8 looked up for a brief second before flashing a smile in confirmation. He went back to facing Hoseok, and Minghao tried his best to look comforting at the very least.

  “Let’s try this again,” He murmured, rubbing his thumb along J-Hope’s lip to rid it of any more blood he himself had caused. “Where’s Y/N?” Hoseok was breathing heavily as he spit out even more goopy blood, his lips burning with the cut caused by Minghao’s harsh hit.

  “I already told you - it’s not my place to spill. You wanna know what’s going on? Talk to the boss about it.” Minghao clenched his jaw, and with one last push of energy, brought his fist to J-Hope’s jaw in a strong punch. Not bothering to wipe the blood that had spilled out of his lips this time, Minghao rose to his feet, sighing as he spotted Hoshi and Seungkwan working together across the room. He smirked. Because there, his two friends were mercilessly tying up another member of Bangtan Boys - Jin.

  “Keep it quick,” Minghao shouted across to the two boys. “S.Coups wants this done fast. We can’t afford to waste anymore time.” Hoshi turned around to grin at him, and only nodded in response.

  “We’ve got this covered, THE8.” He assured. “Start doing a sweep of the place.” He watched Minghao walk off to meet Jun before they started to cautiously inspect the freight car, making sure there weren’t any traps or weapons that could potentially hurt their group.

  “You think you’re finally going to calm down, Kim Seokjin?” Seungkwan spit at the boy who sat at their feet, wrists tied behind his back. Soonyoung turned his attention back to the two as the Bangtan Boys member snarled, spitting at their feet.

  “It’s Jin,” His tone of voice was sharp, and there was no denying the purple bruise left on his plump lips would soon be bleeding if he wasn’t more polite. “The only people who have real authority to call me Seokjin are those whom I find worth it. And the children of Seventeen will never find their way onto that list.” Soonyoung scoffed, chuckling as he rolled his eyes.

  “Trust me, pretty boy, we didn’t want to be part of that list anyway.” He paused, swiping his tongue over his lower lip. “Now, how many of you are left that we haven’t captured yet?”

  “You think I’m spilling?” Jin muttered. “You’ll be lucky if you catch Suga. He’s not as sweet as he might look.” Seungkwan couldn’t help but roll his eyes, already tired of the situation as he pushed up his sleeve. Without warning, he brought his fist down onto Jin’s chin, snagging his lip with his ring, blood already beading there on the delicate skin.

  “Quit talking,” Seungkwan murmured, cleaning his knuckles of any bloody residue with a handkerchief he fished out of his jacket. “I’m tired of hearing your voice.” A loud ruckus caught his attention, and Seungkwan turned around to see Jihoon push Suga forcefully against a wall so harshly that a nearby six pack of expensive liquor fell off the table and to the floor with a crash. The corner of Seungkwan’s lips turned up in a smirk, and he quietly chuckled.

  “Well,” Soonyoung began, amused. “Looks like you’ve overestimated your sweet boy.” He felt his phone buzz in his pocket, and pulled it out to see a text message from S.Coups - one that wasn’t too promising. Hoshi frowned, pushing the cellphone back into his pocket as he shouted across to Jihoon. “We don’t have much more time!” He warned. “S.Coups wants this done in ten minutes. Finish it up, Woozi!” The younger boy snarled in response, rolling his eyes as he dodged yet another lunge from Suga’s knife.

  “Don’t worry,” He shouted back, not bothering to look behind him at Hoshi. “I’ll end this fast.” Suga tauntingly laughed, holding out his dagger as he swiftly blocked one of Woozi’s attacks.

  “What makes you so sure about that?” He murmured, voice deep and eyes crinkling in all the right ways to make him look even more psychopathic. “Besides… this whole ordeal is a little unfair, don’t you think? After all… haven’t you learned your manners? What ever happened to respecting your elders?” Jihoon narrowed his eyes, suddenly lunging forward and pinning Suga to the wall. His knife fell from his hands and clattered to the floor, and it only made the intensity of Jihoon’s sudden anger all the more worse.

  “I don’t think I’ll ever show respect to you, Min Yoongi. Especially not after you’ve stolen someone Seventeen as a whole have sworn to protect forever.” A mildly confused expression fell over Suga’s face, but he didn’t have much time to ask Woozi to explain before he was kneed in the stomach, and tied swiftly together to prevent any more movement.

  “Let’s just get this over with.” Woozi sighed, running his hand through his hair. “How many of you are left?” But Suga didn’t have to respond before Woozi looked over and saw Dokyeom standing over Jimin, already cleaning his bloody hands with an old rag he’d found lying around. Jimin was tied up and beaten as he sat against the wall, and Woozi smirked. “Are we done here?” He called over to Seokmin. DK laughed as he looked back at him.

  “I’d say we are.” He murmured in response, letting the rag fall to Jimin’s feet. “It’s your call, Vernon.” Hansol looked up with a small smirk from across the room, and gripped his gun just a little bit tighter.

  “Macs are,” He shouted loudly, his voice echoing off the walls of the blue freight car. Immediately, the rest of the Seventeen members pulled guns out from their jackets, pointing them at the members of Bangtan Boys.

  “Fully loaded!” They shouted in unison. Junhui looked over at Dino who’d trapped Rap Monster long ago, his wooden baseball bat pressed tightly against his throat to the point of almost choking him with a sharp knife pressed threateningly against the base of his spine.

  “This is the stupidest thing ever.” Rap Monster muttered under his breath, teeth grinding in his angry frustration. Dino chuckled, smirking as he pressed the knife into his back a little more forcefully in warning.

  “I thought we’d already set down the rule about no talking?” He murmured. “Let’s keep it that way, Namjoon. I wouldn’t want to cause any… problems.” He paused, smirking at the sound of Rap Monster sharply inhaling at the feeling of the baseball bat against his throat pressing tighter and cutting his breathing. “Now, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to let you go, but you’re staying right here. And while I’m making a phone call to our leader, you’re going to wait patiently until he comes in. Deal?” He took the silence Rap Monster had offered as an agreement, and slowly lowered his weapons as he backed off.

  Jun, who had been standing nearby after having finished stripped the place of any weapons with Minghao, brought his phone out from his pocket and tossed it at Chan, who’d caught it without hesitation. He opened up a new text message, typing something in before sending it off to S.Coups, the words NO F.U.N. printed digitally on the screen before he’d tossed it back to Junhui.

  Only a couple seconds had passed before the sound of loud stomping and feet against the metal floor of the freight car echoed against the walls. Soon followed Joshua’s unmistakable laughter, and then the rest of Seventeen were standing right there before them - S.Coups in the middle like a true leader with Jeonghan and Joshua at his sides, Mingyu lurking behind them with an intimidating glare.

  Almost immediately, Rap Monster pulled out a gun from the waistband of his jeans, and brought it up as he pointed it directly at S.Coups, his finger dangerously twitching to pull the trigger. Jisoo took the opportunity to jump in right away, and he quietly laughed to himself.

  “A pistol?” He murmured, amused. “Tell me it’s full of water, and I’ll excuse your behavior on the behalf that you’re six again. Besides… I’m much more a fan of explosions, aren’t you?” Joshua reached into the pocket of his jacket, pulling out two grenades that looked old, but still very much effective. There was a psychotic smile on his face that only told Namjoon Joshua wasn’t afraid to kill everyone and himself in the freight car at that very moment. He gulped.

  “Call it off, Rap Monster.” S.Coups spoke up, stepping forward as he brought his hand out of his pocket. “Give up your gun.” He muttered, hand held out and waiting. Rapmon licked his lips, staring at the grenades first in Joshua’s hands, and then over at Dino whose jaw had set in his angry state with a tight and menacing grip on his baseball bat. He cleared his throat, and shamefully handed the gun over to S.Coups.

  “Good,” Seungcheol murmured, a small smile toying at the edge of his lips. And then, with sudden fierce that had clearly surprised everyone in the freight car, S.Coups reached for Rap Monster’s collar of his shirt, and pulled him closer so they were face to face, the barrel of his gun pressed against his neck. The silver was cool and made Rapmon gulp as he gritted his teeth, eyes set angrily on S.Coups.

  “I want answers, Namjoon.” Seungcheol calmly spoke. “We know Bangtan Boys took Y/N, and we wanna know where she is. You’re gonna tell us where she is right now, or I’ll kill you. What sounds more promising, Rap Monster? Giving up the girl… or having your blood and trace all over this freight car?” Rapmon bit his lower lip, keeping calm throughout the scene. He could feel his member’s eyes on him, awaiting the next moves to come out of this dramatic problem.

  “Your little pet, Y/N?” He taunted. “She’s gone, S.Coups. Said sayonara with the wind. She played you. All thirteen of you. And now she’s doing the same with another seven.” There was a long silence, Seungcheol opening his mouth as he tried to say something - anything - but nothing could come out.

  “What are you trying to say?” Jeonghan asked, poison laced in his every word as he stepped forward. Namjoon smirked, licking his lower lip as he chuckled.

  “What I’m trying to say is that… Y/N played all of you. All the time and energy she spent with you? It was all an act - the girl’s an actress. She stopped by to say hello for a day or two, and then moved on. Rumor has it she’s with GOT7, now, doing the same thing to them that she’s done to you.” He laughed, pausing. “Leaving them broken hearted, I guess.” S.Coups lowered the gun that had been so firmly planted against Rap Monster’s throat moments before, and he couldn’t help but stumble backward at the newly found information on the person he’d involuntarily grown to love most. Jeonghan moved forward to catch him before he could fall.

  “If this is all a big lie to -” Mingyu began, but he was cut off by Rap Monster’s loud laughter and sudden talking.

  “Are you kidding? You think I’m lying to you? She’s the big lie! It was Y/N all along!” There’s a long silence that’s dangerous and hot, and Rap Monster sighs before gently smiling. “Look, if you wanna check it out yourselves, you can. I happen to know where GOT7’s new location is at - some kind of deserted building they’ve taken to jumping off of. They’re calling it their, ‘Flight Log: Departure’ era. But if you want the location, I can get it for you. No hassle, man.” Seungcheol looked up, only nodding with an expression that was still too utterly forgotten. He cleared his throat, licking his lips.

  “Back to the vans.” He ordered loudly. The rest of the boys seemed to be confused until Jeonghan spoke up.

  “Didn’t you hear him?” He hissed. “S.Coups said to head back to the vans. Let’s go!” Quickly, the boys of Seventeen filed out of the freight car, following the leader’s orders. Seungcheol was the only one left when he’d decided to follow after his gang, but the sound of Rap Monster’s voice stopped him.

  “Before I forget,” He mused, digging into his pocket before pulling out a single silver USB. “She gave this to me. Wanted you to have it.” Rapmon tossed the tiny device at Seungcheol, and he caught it in both hands.

  “What’s on it?” He asked, staring at it for a long moment. Rap Monster shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest.

  “Dunno. Y/N gave it to me with specific instructions to hand it off to you and not to look at it. So I didn’t.” Seungcheol dazedly nodded, still staring at the USB. “And don’t you dare ever pull one of those little tricks on my gang again. If you do… I’ll kill you. And there won’t be a cat eyed boy with a couple of explosive toys to save you next time.” S.Coups looked up at Rap Monster with a hard glare, his jaw set. And he turned around, and left.

  Later that night, when Seventeen had finally arrived back at headquarters, each boy had respectively gone back to their own dorm, the gloom of not yet having Y/N with them settling in and changing the mood for the rest of the night.

  S.Coups had kept the USB the entire time, and he’d ran his fingers on the cool silver over and over again until he almost couldn’t feel it in his hands anymore. He hadn’t told any of the others about the USB - instead, he’d kept it a secret. Almost like a secret Y/N herself would’ve whispered in his ear and begged him not to tell anyone else. So he didn’t.

  But when the clock struck 4:09 in the morning, and S.Coups had stared at the slab of diamond and USB on his desk for more than a few hours, he’d given up. He’d given up, and held the USB tightly in his hand as he made his way to Woozi’s dorm.

  Thankfully, the younger boy was still up - it seemed he was always awake these days. All S.Coups had to do was hand over the USB with a gentle murmur of Y/N’s name for Woozi to immediately figure out what was on the device.

  It was encrypted with code - protected so that it was almost impossible to get through and see what was so important on the drive. But after a few minutes of messing around with different codes and words, Woozi had gotten through the security, and was utterly confused at what he’d found.

  Because all that was on the USB was a single audio file.

  Jihoon looked over at S.Coups with a wary raise of his eyebrows, but the leader looked more set than ever as he leaned forward in his seat.

  “Play it.” Woozi licked his lips, and cautiously clicked on the audio file as it loaded and then finally began to play. And he felt his heart utterly break at the sound coming from his laptop.

  It was Y/N’s voice. It was her voice. But it was broken, and cracked, and sounded much like she’d been crying for far too long. From the moment her sobbing voice had croaked, “This commences Project Shining Diamond,” S.Coups and Woozi were hooked, closing their eyes and holding their breaths almost as if it would help them hear her voice even more clearly.

  She read a poem. A poem that S.Coups would soon find he’d never forget - one that would play again in his head the same exact way she’d read it at the time.

“A tale of boys that began as thirteen
Will undoubtedly fall when the other one comes
A tale of boys and a girl as fourteen
A prophecy in death and pain it sums

“In the month of October blood will be spilled
A revolution so carefully planned will burn
All but one will not be killed
A battle of love he will refuse to learn

“A tale of lovers who were once fourteen
Will crumble apart when only one is seen”

Kindred Spirit

From this request: Could you do a Sam x reader where the reader is pregnant and it’s based around the episode with Sam’s imaginary friend and she’s always been able to see Zana and before she was a hunter she was a child psychologist and that’s why she was so good because she was able to talk to the Zana and everything and just lots of friendship between Sully and the reader cause they’ve known each other forever

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As you approached the kitchen, you heard Sam talking to someone. The voice was familiar, but you couldn’t place it. It was someone you knew from a long time ago…

You waddled into the kitchen and found Sam surrounded by treats and sugary eats and talking to…

“Sully!”

Both men turned. Sam’s face dropped in surprise and Sully’s face lit up with excitement.

“Y/N? Is that you?!” Sully sprinted over and wrapped his arms around you. “What on earth are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question,” you said with a laugh. “Wait a minute. Sam? Is… Sam your Sam?”

Sully laughed. “He is!”

“What… what’s happening?” Sam asked.

“Small world,” you said to Sully as you stepped over to Sam. You wrapped an arm around him, feeling his arm automatically wrap around your shoulders. “Sam and I are dating. I fell in with him and his brother a few years ago and…”

Sully let out a small gasp, his eyes dropping to your protruding stomach. “You’re pregnant!”

You smiled and looked up at Sam. He was still wide-eyed, his sleep-mussed hair making him look slightly insane.

Sully stepped forward. “May I?”

You nodded and watched as Sully reached forward, gently touching your belly. “Hi, little guy,” he said. “How are you?”

You felt the baby kick, something it rarely did unless Sam was talking to it (much to the chagrin of Dean).

“Okay, seriously, what’s going on?” Sam asked, apparently having had enough time to somewhat process what was going on and to find his voice. “How do you two know each other?”

“I met Sully through my old job. I met a lot of Zanna, actually.”

“Your old job?” Sam asked. “What job was that?”

You bit your lip. You’d never told Sam about your past. Granted, there wasn’t anything to be ashamed of in your past, but still. This was opening a door that Sam had never even thought about.

“I… used to be a child psychologist.”

“What?”

“Please don’t be mad.” You weren’t sure why you said that.

“I… I’m not mad. I just… what?”

At that moment, Dean walked in. He saw Sam standing with his arm wrapped around you, standing next to a table laden with food that Sam would never dream of eating. “What the hell is happening?”

“I…" Sam pointed a finger towards Sully, at a loss once again for words.

It always took you a moment to remember that not everyone could see Zanna. That would explain the strange stare Dean was giving in the direction of Sully.

“Um, Sully,” you said. “Could you…”

“Oh. Right. Okay.”

Dean jumped back slightly, indicating that he could now see Sully. “Who the hell is that?”

“This is Sully,” Sam said. “My… friend from when I was younger.”

Dean narrowed his eyes. “You mean your imaginary friend?”

Sam nodded.

“That’s more of a descriptor,” Sully pointed out.

“And what is he doing here?”

“I… I don’t know,” Sam said. He turned to his friend.

“I need your help,” Sully said. “One of my friends was killed.”

“Your imaginary imaginary friend was killed,” Dean said, disbelief dripping from his voice.

“Who was it?” you asked in horror.

“Sparkle.”

“Oh, no.” You hand darted up to your mouth in surprise. You’d known Sparkle almost as long as you’d known Sully.

Dean glared at you. He obviously wanted to know why you were acting like this but he had another matter to take care of first. “You. Me. Library. Now,” he said, tying the belt on his robe.

“Dean,” Sam said, sounding very much like a small child.

“Now.”

You watched as Sam headed for the library, head hanging slightly. Dean stepped past you and headed up the steps but stopped when he heard Sully step up behind him.

“No.”

“Right,” Sully said. “I’ll… I’ll stay here.”

You waited for a few minutes, listening as Dean’s footsteps disappeared down the hall. Then you turned and began to make a more sustainable breakfast (though still snagging a few gummy bears from the bowl on the table).

“Is he always that grumpy?” Sully asked.

“He’s not a morning person,” you assured him. “Don’t take it personally.”

Sully stepped up next to you. “You shouldn’t be doing this. Sit down, let me get it for you.”

You smiled and gratefully took a seat. Being eight months pregnant was no joke and your body was basically a giant ball of aching flesh at this point.

Sully spread a healthy amount of Nutella over your toast before setting the plate down in front of you. He sat across from you, his eyes trailing down to your stomach.

“I can’t believe you’re pregnant. With Sam’s baby!”

“Yeah, it took us all by surprise,” you said with a small smile.

Sully looked up at you. “Do you like it here?”

“Of course, I do. Hunting is important and Sam and Dean are great. But.. sometimes I miss my old job.”

“Why’d you leave?”

“I…” You’d never really talked about this. “I had a child… die.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Sully said, reaching over and resting a hand on yours.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “She… she called me, saying that she was going to… to kill herself. She and her friend had gotten into a fight, and she’d failed a test, and she just… wanted it all to end. We talked for over an hour and I thought…” You shook your head. “She told me that she was okay, that she was glad I’d taken the time to talk to her. She promised that she would see me in two days at our scheduled appointment.”

You took a shaky breath. You had to get through this. “After we hung up, she took an entire bottle of her mother’s sleeping pills.” You paused. “She was only thirteen.”

You hadn’t realized you were crying until your voice broke at the end. Sully stood and came over to you, wrapping his arms around you.

“Shhh,” he said. “It’s okay. I know it’s hard. It’s always hard when a child leaves. But it’s not your fault.” He paused. “It’s not our fault and… it’s taken me a long time to realize that.”

“What do you mean?”

Sully pulled away slightly, his face darkened by sadness. You sat in rapture as he told you the story of one of his children who died, the last little girl he helped.

“And that… that was when I quit,” he said, giving you a sad smile.

“Who knew I’d have so much in common with a Zanna?”

“Well, that’s a silly question,” Sully said, brightening slightly. “Why do you think we allow you to see us? We recognize a kindred spirit.”

You smiled and stood, wrapping your arms around Sully. “Thank you, Sully. For everything. And don’t you worry—Sam and Dean will help you catch Sparkle’s killer.”

“You think so?”

“Of course.” As you pulled away, you felt the baby squirm inside of you. “Um, Sully?”

“Yeah?”

“I… I don’t want to pressure you but… would you be willing to be a part of this little one’s life?”

Sully’s eyes grew wide. “Of course, I will, Y/N!” He slowly reached forward, resting his hand on your stomach. “Don’t you worry, little guy. Sully’s gonna look out for you, just like he looked out for your daddy.”

Slow, Love, Slow

Mabel Pines swore she wouldn’t return home until she’d made it big as a singer, but five years later she’s still a mere bartender at Bill Cipher’s Pyramid. When the bar’s most popular vocalist falls ill, she may have the chance to finally show off her talent, and maybe win the heart of the boss too!

A human!Bill, bartender!Mabel AU that’s totally a self indulgent birthday present for myself

“What do you mean Pacifica can’t sing tonight?” Bill’s voice echoed out of the backroom where the boss was on the phone. Mabel didn’t want to eavesdrop, but the sudden bark turned more than a few heads from the staff, so she strained to hear when he quieted down again. 

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Kiss the Cook

Or alternatively, the story of how Sanji had his first kiss stolen. 

(Notes: My meager contribution to sannami week. SN romance of course, although I was also going for nakamaship. Also doubles as my Sanji’s belated birthday fic. Partly inspired by a fan art. This can also be found on Fanfiction.net with the same title. Please take the time to review as I’m new at this. Thank you. ^^)
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Sanji blinked. Nope, still there. He knew he probably looked like a fish out of water, blinking constantly as if it would make the scene in front of him dissipate like one of Nami-san’s mirages, but he couldn’t help it.

Zoro was in his kitchen.

Now that fact itself wasn’t really any cause for concern. Zoro was often in his kitchen either boozing or snoozing, sometimes both, so you might ask what was so confounding with Zoro being in Sanji’s kitchen? Fact #1, Zoro was in Sanji’s kitchen. Yes, that was already established. Fact #2, it was 6:00 AM and Zoro was awake. Just that itself made Sanji wonder if it was in fact the apocalypse today, and if so regretted that he never got to fulfill his fondest dreams. Fact#3 Zoro was clumping rice together. Add together facts 1, 2, and 3 and you had yourself a very confounded Sanji.

Sanji liked to think of himself a fairly rational man (at least when it didn’t involve the fairer sex). But right now at this moment, he was seriously considering  if he’d woken up to a parallel world, one where Zoro woke up earlier than him and was in his kitchen cooking (in a world where rubber men and magic fruit existed, anything was possible after all). He checked his hip, absentmindedly wondering if there would be katana there, simply thinking dazedly that if Zoro was this parallel world’s cook, then he’d probably be the swordsman of the crew.

Relieved not to find anything, and annoyed to have found himself entertaining such a silly thought, he found himself asking, not without a good amount of belligerence too (though that was probably because he felt peeved at the thought that he somehow lost to Zoro at an imaginary competition, which was stupid since when did waking up earlier than the other count as a competition, and anyway if they were tallying properly, he’d win against Zoro one million to one..), “What the hell are you doing in my kitchen?”

“Making onigiri.” Dull, to the point. Much like the marimo himself really.

“Why?” He had to mentally restrain himself from delivering a swift kick to his head.

Zoro turned to face him, plate full of freshly-made rice balls as he said with exasperation, “For breakfast.” The ‘duh’ went unspoken but Sanji heard it loud and clear and restraint be damned, the national treasure was getting his kick.

“Ara. Good morning Sanji.”

Or he would’ve if not for lovely flower right by his side. “Good morning Robin-chwan!” he greeted loudly, instantly in noodle mode. (In hindsight, he realized that was probably why Robin was with the baka-kenshin.)

He heard Zoro snort but told himself to just let it go. Honestly, he was berating himself internally. How could he have overlooked the presence of Robin-chan of all people?

In the midst of his internal melodrama, he noticed Robin stirring a mug of coffee so he said, “Robin-chan I’m sorry for being remiss in my duties. You can go ahead and sit down. I’ll prepare your coffee for you.”

“It’s fine,” she said smiling slightly, “I’ve made a whole pot of coffee for everyone, and sandwiches too. Would you prefer yours with cream and sugar?”

Sanji felt conflicting emotions at that moment. On the one hand, he was really glad that Robin-chan was doing something for him. And as a gentleman, he would never refuse a lady’s gracious offer. On the other hand, he was faced with a bit of self-doubt. Not only the marimo, but even Robin-chan had felt the need to make breakfast for themselves and the crew. Was there something wrong with the breakfast he made yesterday? Did it not suit Robin’s and (even if he would never admit that he cared about his opinion upon pain of death) Zoro’s taste? What about the others? Did everyone on the crew feel that he was failing as a chef? He had complete confidence in his skills. He never cared about being the best, or any sort of prestige. His crew’s good esteem of him was the only recognition he needed. But now, faced with the possibility of having lost it, he felt dread.

Before Sanji could give her any sort of answer, their whirlwind of a captain made himself known through a thunk and a crash.

“BREAKFAST!”

And as if it was a crowing rooster’s call, one by one their other crew mates came inside the gallery and sat themselves around the table amidst jostles and bustles.

“Nice Robin. These sandwiches look so pretty and delicious.”

“Ah Robin-san, I’ll take two creams and two sugars please.”

“Yow! Robin, I’ll have mine black.”

Sanji wanted to stand up and help Robin, if not take over doing the serving entirely. In his opinion, the girls shouldn’t have needed to cater to the needs of the other crew mates. In fact that was his purpose he believed, to be of use to the two flowers on board. Yet he found himself firmly seated between Usopp and lovely Nami-san. Though he felt he was getting paranoid now, he felt as if Usopp’s arm flung around his shoulders and tall tales of the time he slayed the demon rice ball and shared the plentiful bounty to hungry townsfolk Robin Hood-style were as effective as Nami-san’s queries to his opinion on the food they were having, in pinning him to his place at the table. And when did that happen? There were eight seats all in all, so he was usually standing, preparing and serving the food, or seating at the gallery once the table was set. Even then, he’d usually be standing up again to get the next courses.

“Brook, Franky,” Robin set the mugs by them one by one, “Chopper milk for you, since I know you don’t like bitter things,” she said obligingly.

“Thanks Robin! Zoro can I have some more onigiri?”

“Seconds!”

Zoro wordlessly passed Chopper a plate from the gallery and glared at Luffy before his rubber arm could transfer the whole content of the plate from Zoro’s hands to his gaping maw, and because Sanji had to say it to restore some semblance of normalcy to what was starting out as a weird day indeed, he said, “Damn Marimo. The onigiri’s too salty.”

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“Do you think he suspects anything?”

“Fufu, well I wouldn’t put it past him.”

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Sanji would’ve been content to put the morning’s events at the back of his mind to contemplate on it later in his private moments. The day passed by uneventfully; no marine attacks, fishing Luffy out of the water only once, fighting with the Marimo only five times, it was really a record for the most peaceful day they’d had so far in recent memory.

That should’ve been his first clue. His second clue should’ve been the fact that it was an hour to lunch and Luffy hadn’t event glomped him once with repeated shouts of “MEAT! SANJI, MEAT!” like one of those wind-up monkey toys with the cymbals (one of which Franky made for Chopper on his birthday, although Sanji’d bet that standard models didn’t have mini-lasers attached to them).

He was about to enter the gallery when,

“Sanji-kun! Could you help me with the tangerines?”

Ah, but of course, if his goddess should call, what other recourse could he have but to follow?

“COMING NAMI-SWAN!~”

And so it was that the time in which he was supposed to prepare lunch came and went, and was instead spent with Nami-san. Usually after helping Nami-san pick her tangerines, he’d bring it into the gallery and make a dessert for her to indulge in while drafting her maps. Instead, today they chattered about various things while gathering the fruit, like the latest news from the News Coo, wondering how Vivi was doing based on her most recent letter, vague plans about their next step while in the New World.

After they were done, Sanji was already late by thirty minutes, but Nami-san (a bit worriedly, he noticed) asked him to help her out with her maps. Again, there was no way Sanji could refuse. While navigation was not his area of expertise, and he was completely out of his depth, as Nami-san continued to talk about latitude and longitude, topography, and a general overview of the process of how she made her maps, he found himself enjoying the conversation and thinking (not for the first time) how enamored he was with the woman in front of him, especially in moments like this when her eyes would sparkle with genuine excitement and passion. Although he made his proclamations with sincerity, he knew that there was little chance of him actually managing to reproduce that sparkle because of himself. It was because of this that he often envied Usopp and Luffy as they had an understanding with their beautiful navigator that he only wished he could have. If it led to ordinary days like this, with this feeling of comfort and simple enjoyment between them, he’d put the Marimo to kitchen duty every day.

Sanji noticed Nami look discreetly at the clock and in the lull of the conversation asked her, “Are you hungry Nami-san?”

A bit startled, Nami answered, “Yeah, I am a bit Sanji-kun. Should we go to the gallery now? Thanks again for your help.”

Chuckling he answered her, “I don’t know how much of help I was, since all I did was get paper for you, but,” he clasped his hands together, “anything for you darling Nami-swan!”

Putting away her materials as Sanji helped her, Nami said, “I got a lot done today since it was so quiet.”

“Now that you mention it, there’s hardly any noise on deck. Those idiots would’ve usually been raising a ruckus at this time.” He should’ve noticed, but not only did time fly when he was with Nami-san, his focus also narrowed when it came to her.

“They’re probably in the kitchen already, right?”

“I haven’t prepared anything yet,” he said with a sigh, “but I’m sure those idiots can certainly wait a while. Don’t worry; I’ll prefer an aperitif for you and Robin-chan.”

If Sanji noticed how Nami-san’s eyes held a secret, he didn’t comment on it.

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His third clue was how quiet Sunny-Go was. Even if everyone was off doing their own thing, the air would be filled with the sounds of steps, doors opening and closing, and the occasional explosion all creating a harmony only known to the Strawhats. If normally, the Sunny-Go sang, today it seemed as if it held its breath, as if waiting, for something.

As Sanji opened the door to the gallery, Nami-san right behind him, Sanji realized what exactly it was waiting for.

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY SANJI!”

Picking off the streamers decorating his hair shot from something he had no doubt was Usopp’s inventions, he could only state surprised, “It’s March 7. My birthday is on March 2.”

“We know,” Nami-san said from behind him, a bit sheepish, “but remember how we were on the run from the Marines last week..”

“And then there was the consecutive pirate attacks,” added in Chopper

“And the great Usopp-sama had the marvelous idea to celebrate your birthday today instead so that you would be surprised; you were surprised weren’t you?”

“It’s normal to celebrate your birthday on the day itself, so isn’t it more fun to celebrate your birthday on a day NOT your birthday? Also, we forgot it was your birthday Sanji.”

“LUFFY.” Nami-san, Usopp, and Chopper shouted collectively, as Robin-chan simply smiled and Brook inclined his head in slight apology, while Franky muttered ‘sorry bro’ with tears streaming and Zoro was..Zoro.

Sanji didn’t really begrudge them for it. Hell, he himself forgot that it had been his birthday that day what with having to fight three marine battle ships. It didn’t seem like something necessary to be brought up so he just let it pass.

“Anyway,” continued Luffy as he plopped his precious strawhat onto Sanji’s head like some sort of ceremonial party hat, “since we forgot your birthday, you get two presents from each of us! Isn’t that neat? It was my idea shishishi.”

Sanji touched the treasure on his head, made of simple straw, but more valuable than any golden crown to all of them as he tried to find the words to express his overflowing feelings. He noticed the table which was piled high with burgers, cola, deep fried fish, chips, and sauce.

“I was feeling EXTRA SUPER today so I cooked some SUPER DELICIOUS hamburgers for you bro.”

“Hehe, feel privileged that you get to eat my delicious specialty Sanji. My fish and chips are so great that even royalty and the Shichibukai can only beg to have a single taste of this rare delicacy..” Usopp continued his spiel of how he singlehandedly netted a million fish and how his fish and chips were created only with the rarest and most delicious of the fishes in the four blues, as Chopper exclaimed ‘Amazing, Usopp!”, and Sanji finally made sense of the scene from this morning.

Sanji was a chef and he felt most at home in the kitchen. The knotted feeling in his chest finally unwound as he realized that his crewmates weren’t showing their disapproval, but rather their appreciation in wanting to cook for him on his special day. Not for the first time, Sanji thanked his lucky stars that of all ships and of all the people to meet, he had met this wide-eyed boy with a smile a mile wide and hands to embrace the world on that fateful day. He glanced at Luffy who sat on his right side and grinned.

After their feast of cholesterol-inducing comfort food (once in while wasn’t so bad, Sanji thought), they simply sat and enjoyed Brooks’ soft music in the background. As Sanji began to get up to work on the dishes, he felt a light touch on his arm from Nami-san who was sitting on his left side. Taking it as a cue, he sat down as the notes from Brook’s violin became swifter and transformed into a tune he recognized well.

“Happy Birthday to you~ Happy Birthday to you~,” began Brook and pretty soon everyone was joining in as well. Zoro was even humming along, albeit grudgingly.

As the crescendo of “Happy Birthday dear Sanji,” ended, Chopper came in bearing a pile of choux pastries with small wax candles encircling the plate.

“I apologize Sanji-san. I don’t really know how to bake a cake, but I hope these pastries will be adequate. Certainly they are no match to the flavors you can create, so scrumptious that they even cause my taste buds to dance. Though, I have no taste buds nor tongue to speak of anymore yohoho!”

“I helped out in taste-testing!” said Chopper enthusiastically. Sanji was inclined to believe him since he was after all the sweets expert in their little family. He couldn’t help the soft smile that threatened to break out of his tough exterior. Each of the pastries had a letter iced on it, which all together spelled ‘Happy Birthday’, and as the strawhat crew enjoyed their afternoon snack, Luffy announced that it was time for gifts.

“Yosh! Zoro goes first!”

“Why me?” he grumbled, but nevertheless approached Sanji to place a rough rectangular-shaped object in front of him.

“Thanks for the rock Marimo,” Sanji said completely deadpan. He was expecting a lot worse actually, so a greyish stone wasn’t really that bad. He could even use it as a weight.

“Idiot love-cook. “ On a normal day, Sanji would’ve loved to fight him just for that comment, but he was in too good a mood, “It’s steel ore. I’m no expert on kitchen knives, but I know good material at least.”

“Uh,” Sanji was speechless and touched too (though of course he’d never admit it), “..thanks,” he said gruffly.

Zoro merely nodded in acknowledgement. Franky’s gift was new upgrades to the kitchen, which was why he had needed Sanji distracted and thus employed Nami’s aid (Sanji was a bit disappointed at that), Robin-chan’s was a book she found, ‘The Complete Volume of Collected Legends on All Blue’ made personal with annotations that she had made inside based on the few snippets of the legendary ocean she had learned while in Ohara.

Chopper’s gift was a rack of rare medicinal plants which could be used as herbs and spices. Brook’s was a tone dial, though the first dial he gave to him was apparently a flame dial containing his farts, ‘ah, excuse me’ and Sanji was liable to kick him for that, good mood or no. The correct dial contained previously unreleased compositions of the Soul King, smooth beats and jazzy undertones, which Brook claimed used Sanji as inspiration. He decided to reserve his right to kick him after that.

Luffy’s was a gift coupon, immediately demandable of him, which stated ‘No infiltrating the kitchen for one month.’ While Sanji was skeptical as to the effectivity of the coupon, it was the thought that counted, and anyway there was Franky’s new upgrades to the security features still ready to test.

Usopp had really outdone himself with his gift. It was a painting on three separate canvasses which were contained in three separate ornate frames which were foldable. Cerualuean, aquamarine, navy, all shades and hues of blue created a picturesque background, while jewel tones of millions of fishes completed the scene. Sanji knew that this was Usopp’s rendition of All Blue, and while all of them had no way of knowing how accurate his representation was, the artwork was still magnificent, the effort behind it apparent for all to see.

“I..” He held it, cradled lovingly in his hands and said with all of the sincerity he could muster, “I really love it Usopp. Thank you.”

“Ah.oh..don’t worry about it,” Usopp replied, bashful instead of boastful for once.

Sanji loved it, he truly did. Even then, he couldn’t choose a favorite among all of these wonderful gifts. With anticipation, he found himself trying to meet amber orbs, and with a turn of his head, saw a flash of orange and heard the sound of a door closing. Quashing his disappointment, he kept his smile plastered on his face as he participated in his crew’s merriment.

Unnoticed by him, teal eyes pensively observed the scene which had just occurred.

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Sometime later, when dusk was upon them and the sun was to disappear to sleep, Sanji smoked his ‘cancer sticks’ (as Chopper loved to call them) contentedly as he recounted the events of the day while on his shift in the crow’s nest. It was only fitting he supposed, that Zoro give up his kingdom for a while. There was nowhere else he could wait properly while waiting for the last surprise to end his nearly perfect day. He knew the routine by now, so Zoro would have to make do without getting to train as he’d have to make to do with temporary being barred from his domain. By process of elimination, he determined that it would be Luffy and Nami-san who would be in charge of dinner.

While Sanji was trying to stall a mini- heart attack  at the thought of “Luffy” and “kitchen” in the same sentence, he knew that he could trust Nami-san to hold him back from making TOO much of a mess.

Ah Nami-san, he thought while watching the smoke lazily swirl up to disappear into nothingness. She was the heart of the matter, the qualifier on why exactly he couldn’t call today completely perfect.

After lunch, he wasn’t able to see her at all and maybe it was his paranoia again, but she seemed to be avoiding him. While spending time with Robin-chan in the library as they perused his gift to him, she must have realized that something was bothering him.

“Sanji, is there something on your mind? You seem to be as if you were somewhere else.” While this was said in a slight teasing tone, Sanji still apologized profusely at his abhorrent behavior in not giving his full attention to her. There was some veracity to her statement however since at that moment Sanji wished for the return of that easy companionship that he had shared with Nami-san earlier in the day.

He never wanted it to appear to Nami-san that he had expectations of her, since when he did the things that he did, he didn’t do them expecting something in return, but only to make her happy. Despite his best efforts, it seems he had failed, since he still tasted that acrid tang of disappointment at the back of his mouth when she disappeared earlier at lunch. Was it something he did while they were alone together? Did his perverted tendencies get the best of him once again? He counted no less than three times he had a slight nosebleed when they were together earlier and deduced that must be it, as he sighed deeply and went to take his shift.

Probably wanting to cheer him up, Robin said to him quietly, “You know, it was Nami-chan who remembered your birthday first.”

He hoped his slight smile to her before he left conveyed his thanks.

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“Ok, 5 minutes till the chicken is fully cooked,” stated Nami as she stirred the orange mixture inside the pot in front of her slowly. She wasn’t saying it to anyone in particular, since she was alone in the gallery.

Lifting the spoon to her mouth, she tasted the mikan sauce and deemed it satisfactory, though of course it was nothing on one of Sanji-kun’s creations. She turned the stove off and made to remove the brand new blue apron she was wearing when she stopped and considered it contemplatively.

She mentally huffed and glared at the piece of clothing as if it was the source of all of her troubles. Which was silly she knew; Nami sighed though there was no one to hear her.

45 minutes ago, as she was starting on her preparations she had been deciding on whether or not to wear it. She was wearing a nice halter one-piece dress. New and also white. There was a high risk that splatters would stain the dress and she wanted to look her best later (for who, the niggling voice at the back of her mind asked, the one she was desperately intent on ignoring). She couldn’t find Sanji-kun’s old Doskoi Panda apron so she decided to wear her gift for him instead. She didn’t even bother to wrap it for him, although she knew with certainty that in the opposite scenario, if it had been her birthday, Sanji-kun would have lovingly prepared his gift. In fact, he would have probably bought or created a more thoughtful birthday present, complete with an unnecessary love poem to boot.

That was the true cause behind Nami’s unpleasant cocktail of emotions right now, not really the apron, but her realist personality being a cause of hurt for Sanji-kun’s romantic heart.

She knew she had already hurt him when she didn’t give him her gift earlier. He probably thought that she didn’t even prepare anything. Nami was nothing if not objective and rational. She knew that anything she gave him would make him happy and that she should’ve had it done and over with.

So, why?

Why did she hesitate after seeing all the different expressions she discovered that Sanji-kun could make? The soft smile, the sincere eyes, the gruff embarrassment…

After Sanji-kun’s heartfelt remark of Usopp’s gift, she felt that hers (something easily ordered from a catalogue of Doskoi Panda) was woefully inadequate, even against Luffy’s childish gift, because she knew how priceless Luffy’s promises could be. And so she fled, and didn’t appear in front of Sanji-kun at all for the rest of the day. Bad enough that she’d be seeing him and preparing dinner later, but at least Luffy and everyone else would be there to dissolve any awkward tension between them.

She’d confided all of this to Robin earlier, when the older woman asked her what was bothering her, and she listened patiently although offered no word of advice.

Then again, Nami thought wryly as she set the table and took the chicken out of the oven; maybe she shouldn’t have said anything since it was what landed her in this situation.

‘After that ‘girl talk’, Robin seemed to have formed some sort of plan. She can be really cunning when she wants to be. As expected from a former secret agent I suppose.’

For even Nami, the famed ‘Cat Burglar’ could do nothing but be subject to historian’s machinations.

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“Luffy, I have a suggestion as a modification to the plan,” Robin addressed the boy lounging below her. He was now wearing his strawhat again and was sprawled all over the blankets covering the aquarium floor. Everyone, save Sanji, was gathered at the Aquarium Bar. Nami was seated to Robin’s right on the couch, while Franky was on the left and had his arm extended along the back. The rest were in varying positions of comfort on the floor, and Zoro seemed to already be sleeping. They were brainstorming as to what to do with dinner, with Nami and Luffy being the assigned cooks of the night.

“What is it Robin?” asked Luffy absentmindedly.

“Perhaps it would be better if you didn’t cook?”

“Ehhh, whyyy?”

“Now that I think about it, I have to agree with Robin,” said Usopp, with his elbow propped up on his hand, “Luffy and cooking don’t really go well together.”

Luffy pouted as he said, “I can help out.”

“I don’t think your definition of ‘help out’ is the same with the definition of everyone else. Your definition of ‘help out’ usually involves explosions. I’m sure Sanji wouldn’t appreciate finding his kitchen burnt down tomorrow even if we did cook for him today.”

Nami privately breathed a sigh of relief at being saved from the dangerous fate of managing and wrangling Luffy to do orderly tasks in the proximity of fire and sharp pointy objects.

“Boooo, that’s no fun!”

“Luffy-san has to give his two gifts as well,” reminded Brook calmly as he sat cross-legged amidst the blankets and farted, “Excuse me,” and continued sipping his tea.

“Yeah! I want to give two gifts to Sanji too.”

“That’s where my suggestion comes in Luffy. Instead of cooking, why not use your captain’s privilege to compel certain members of the crew to do something for Sanji for his birthday?”

“You can do that Luffy?” asked Chopper excitedly. Nami was suspicious of the existence of a convenient birthday privilege which could be exercised such as this, and found her suspicions confirmed as she caught sight of the devious smile shared between the two older crewmates beside her. What on earth was Robin up to?

“Yeah, that’s a great idea Luffy! You could order Zoro to lose to Sanji…” suggested Usopp before breaking off nervously when he felt the demon’s aura behind him.

“And who exactly were you suggesting to lose on purpose to who?” growled Zoro menacingly.

“Noone,” “Hmph,” grunted Zoro while he crossed his arms and settled in a new position against the wall, “As if Dartbrow would appreciate my throwing away a match to him.”

To get rid of the feeling of restlessness plaguing her from since earlier, she addressed the swordsman, “It’s not a democracy Zoro.” Fighting and winning against Zoro was sure to make Sanji-kun ecstatic right? “If Luffy orders you, you’ll have to do it.” She turned to face their captain as Zoro just glared at her.

Luffy seemed to have been deciding on something deeply when he finally declared, “Yooosh! I’ve decided. Nami,” and he pointed to the surprised navigator while grinning widely, “As your captain, I order you to cook dinner for Sanji later and eat it alone with him together.”

“Luffy?!” It was a question and exclamation all together, but Luffy just continued to smile up at her.

“Wouldn’t having Nami and Robin together with him, make Sanji happier?” ventured Usopp. Nami latched onto this tidbit like a drowning woman clings to a lifeline, as she turned to Robin, “That’s right! It would be much better for both of us to be there right?” However, upon seeing the mischievous gleam in Robin’s eyes, Nami knew she was doomed.

“Ara. But I’ve already given my gift to him. Wouldn’t this be the perfect chance to give your gift privately since you’ve yet to after all?” Robin commended her captain in her mind, ‘As expected of Luffy’s intuition.’

“Roooooobiiiin.”

“Quit whining Nami,” said Zoro tersely, eyes still closed. “It’s not a democracy,” he mimicked mockingly.

One irate navigator off to change and one severely beat up swordsman later; Robin considered her preparations a success. ‘It’s up to the both of you now.’

“Sometimes I wonder, for someone who’s aiming to be the world’s greatest swordsman how his survival instinct seems to be nonexistent at times.”

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‘The food’s ok, the utensils have been set, the flowers have been arranged, the candles lit,’ one by one Nami mentally ticked off things from her checklist as she smoothed her other gift to Sanji. As the door creaked open, she tried to compose herself. ‘Everything was perfect and prepared. Well, except for me, but let’s not mind that for now.’

Nami smiled, although it was still tinged with nervousness, as she prepared to greet Sanji who was at the door way. The expression on his face was something that she had never seen before, different even from the ones she had already seen earlier. It was dumbfounded, dazed, and he was continuously blinking and shaking his head as if trying to make sense of what he was seeing in front of him.

“Sanji-kun.”

No response.

“Sanji-kun?”

No response.

“Sanji-kun!” He started, “Ah hai, Nami-san! What is it?”

“Nothing. I just wanted to catch your attention, since you were just standing there.”

“You always have my attention Nami-swan!” has said frivolously as Nami rolled her eyes slightly. “It’s just that,” and he shook his head as if clearing water from his ears, “I was just a bit shocked.”

“Hmmm, well I cooked Chicken with Orange Sauce. It’s on the table, so dig in.”

“Where’s Luffy, and everyone else?

“They’re with Robin. Luffy decided that tonight should be story night and bailed on me,” said Nami quickly thinking up of an excuse.

“Why that shitty gomu, to leave the burden to a lady I ought to feed him to the fishes.” It was said as if in routine and had less the usual of threat of force behind it.

“Um..so well then shall we?” While at first Sanji just stood there as if unsure what to do, he quickly recovered his senses. As Sanji removed his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, Nami found herself blushing at the sight of his forearms. She always found them as a source of fascination though she would never tell him as blood was notoriously difficult to remove from white silk.

He went to her side of the table and pulled her chair for her, as always ever the gentleman. From this close, Nami could smell smoke and sea salt. Somehow, she could always tell him apart from his distinct smell alone. He went and retrieved a bottle of champagne which he uncorked and poured into two flutes which he placed on her side and then his.

As they both sat down to eat, Nami raised her glass against his in celebration. He smiled at her, with an expression so soft that Nami found that she had to look away, as he said, “Bon appetit, ma cherie.”

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Nami didn’t have to worry about anything as conversation flowed between them smoothly. Sanji had nothing but praises for her dish, though Nami couldn’t really trust his impartiality since he’d praise food resembling charcoal if she had cooked it. She shared the story of how it was her mother’s signature dish, and how often she’d mess up when Belle-Mere was teaching her how to cook it. Sanji’s expression became solemn and serious while listening to her tales.

“Thank you for sharing it with me Nami-san.” Nami knew he wasn’t only talking about the story.

Sanji then shared his own experiences of tough love dispensed by Zeff, and his personal nickname given to him by the old geezer.

“Pfft..hahaha, little eggplant? Really Sanji-kun?”

“It’s not that funny Nami-san,” he grasped the back of his neck which must’ve been as red as his ears by now. For her part, Nami adored the blush that spread onto his pale cheeks. It wasn’t perverse but simply borne of innocent embarrassment. If they had met when they were younger, no doubt Nami would have had so much fun teasing him. She smiled at him fondly.

For his part, Sanji felt it was worth the small shame to see and hear Nami-san laugh exactly as she did when he had first laid eyes on her.

Too soon for Sanji’s liking their meal was done and it was time to tidy up. He sighed though he made sure not to let Nami-san hear it, “Leave it to me to put these away Nami-san,” he said to her as he picked up her flute, “It’s the least I could after you prepared that scrumptious meal.” He then made his way to the sink carrying all the dishes and utensils.

‘It’s now or never’, thought Nami. She stood from her seat and approached Sanji while clutching her present to her chest. “Sanji-kun,” she said to his back softly.

Having heard her call, he turned to face her and was startled at their proximity. Sanji was slightly a head taller than Nami-san, though she often wore heels just like now thus closing the gap between them.

They were but a whisper’s breath apart, and if he turned his head down fully, his lips would touch her hair. He was still, afraid to move lest he break the charged atmosphere around them. Nami-san’s head was tilted down so he couldn’t see her eyes, and he wondered as he often did with her, what those fathomless depths hid. He felt her arms go over his head to land encircled behind his neck. He gulped, hearing the unsteady beating of his (hers, theirs) heart.

He suddenly felt an added layer of cloth covering his front and noticed that he was now wearing an apron. It was the same Doskoi Brand panda like his pink apron, though instead of a logo, this one had the words ‘Kiss the Cook’ embroidered on the front in pink thread.

“What?” he asked dumbly.

Nami-san met his eyes then and smiled brightly. “This is my gift to you Sanji-kun. I noticed your old one was a bit worn out already.”

Of course. What had he been hoping for? Regardless, with great sincerity (care, affection, love), he thanked her, “Thank you Nami-san. I really appreciate it.” And that was that. Except. Except Nami-san still hadn’t moved away. “Nami-san?”

If someone were to ask her about it later (the someone in this case being a mature beauty who shared a name with a bird), Nami would adamantly blame the intimate atmosphere caused by the soft glow of the candles amidst the darkness of the room, or the heady feeling she had which she was sure was due to the champagne (forget the fact that her alcohol tolerance could match Zoro’s), mostly, mostly though she would blame the orange sauce which was left at the corner of Sanji’s lip. In normal circumstances he would have noticed it and cleaned it himself, but their circumstances now were anything but normal. There was something about Sanji-kun as he was now that made him unguarded, boyish, and young, even if he was, in fact, a year older than her. And that made her want to draw closer.

Throwing caution to the wind, and deciding to blame the apron between them (something about the power of suggestion), she stated plainly, “You have something at the corner of your lip Sanji-kun.” And with that she brought his head down and herself up and quick as a thief, licked the sauce away, and stole the kiss hidden in the corner of his lips.

It was soft, so very soft. Sanji-kun neither took nor demanded anything and neither did she, which was completely different from their usual routine. She was content to touch and share a single breath between them and just focus on the sensation. A second (eternity) later, she returned to her normal height although their faces were still close. Sanji’s eyes which had been closed slowly flickered open and she noticed at that moment how blue they really were. She wondered in a distant part of her mind if All Blue would be the same.

He still wasn’t speaking, so she whispered a soft, ‘Happy Birthday Sanji-kun’ against his lips before disentangling her arms from his neck and exiting the gallery quietly. If her heart was pounding too loudly in her ears, then she hoped she was the only one to hear it.

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Early morning the next day, the crew mates found something resembling the scene of a murder crime in the kitchen with the blood splatters reaching as high as the ceiling. The victim was comatose or otherwise unavailable. The suspect kept her lips sealed tight, even while her face was aflame, and Robin just smiled knowingly.

Two days after the eventful non-birthday, the rest of the males noticed that Sanji seemed to be more high-tension than usual, distracted, and was frequently off in la la land. Nami was still locked in the girls’ room and refused to comment. They also noticed his new (bloodstained) apron, especially Luffy who was figuring out the words written in front.

He read it, thought once, then twice.

Well…if it was going to get him his meat then…

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“And that is the story of how your Papa lost his first kiss to our Captain!”

“Wow, that’s such a sweet and funny story Uncle Usopp, but..”

“..He’s right behind me isn’t he?”

“Yup!” the orange-haired little girl in front of Usopp cried cheerfully.

Usopp mentally composed his will and last message to Kaya as he heard the unmistakable sound of a leg stretching behind him.

~Owari~

sannami week day 1, prompt: kiss