#Lee be like ‘is anyone gonna take this kid under their wing?’ and not wait for an answer

[terrak0]

Lee Everett is so dad coded to me 💕

#he watches out for the other kids at the motor inn not just clementine #Lee be like ‘is anyone gonna take this kid under their wing?’ and not wait for an answer

[navegandoaciegas]

Broken Wings

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Reader

Summary: You’re a small town girl with big city dreams, set on leaving Knockemstiff and its sheriff behind for good. Lee would do anything to make sure you stay with him.

Warnings: smut, explicit language, consensual sex, slight breeding kink, unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of alcohol.

A/N: This is part 1. Part 2

I want to thank my baby @whateveriwant for your support, ily! I haven’t written anything in more than a month but it feels good to be back to it!!

Knockemstiff, 1957

The crisp air of the night hit your exposed legs when you swung them over the window sill, and a shiver ran down your spine as humidity seeped into your bones.

From your bedroom on the second floor, you could make out the shape of the Sheriff’s car hidden behind the line of trees near your father’s shed, and a bittersweet, faint smile spread on your painted lips. Fastening the clasp from the outside, you climbed down the drain pipes, savoring the thrill of it all one last time.

No more Knockestiff, sneaking out of your bedroom, shotgunning while he patrolled the streets, milkshakes and burgers propped on your things and Johnny Cash playing in the background, drowned by your giggles and his laughs. You wouldn’t get to call the sheriff yours anymore, and you would never spend another moment writhing in pleasure under his warm, soft body.

You loved Lee Bodecker in spite of everything he stood for, but not even the love of your life could keep you anchored to this town. Tomorrow you’d be far, far away, and God himself couldn’t stop you if he tried.

You’d promised your mother that you wouldn’t end up withering away with no chances and no future like she had. Like everyone who was touched by the curse of Knockemstiff did.

“Spread your wings and fly far, far away,” she’d hiccup between sobs each time you’d drag her limp body from the couch to her bed, the stench of alcohol and stale cigarettes oozing out of her skin, “my pretty little butterfly.”

Your mother would have sold her soul to the Devil to see you out of Knockemstiff.

A new beginning awaited you in New York. A job as a librarian, an apartment to share with one of your college girlfriends, a prospect, a future.

Hope, freedom, opportunities.

The pipe creaked under your weight, but you paid no mind to it. Moonshine would have knocked out cold anyone in the house by now.

Scurrying down the gravel road, you found Lee waiting for you, a smug smile on his clean shaven face and a brown paper bag in his arms.

“About damn time, dove. Been freezing my ass over here, waitin’ on ya.”

You flung yourself in his arms, knocking him back against the car’s hood, savoring the musky scent of his cologne one last time.

“Hello, Sheriff.”

His chest vibrated with a fond chuckle, and you looked up to him, trying to etch every line of his handsome face to your memory.

In another life, the adoration in his blue eyes would have changed your mind.

“Missed me?” he teased you, one arm snaking around your waist, holding you flush to his front. The other came up to your face, cradling your cheek in his palm.

You could feel his soft belly against you. His shirts fit tighter now than when you’d started dating, and his stomach was beginning to bulge over his belt buckle.

“More than you can imagine.” you sighed, offering him a weak smile.

Maybe he missed the melancholy in your voice, or maybe he’d made his peace with your mood swings long ago, because he didn’t comment on it, simply placing a soft kiss on your forehead and pushing you back, thrusting the bag in your arms.

“Let’s get inside dove. These streets ain’t gonna patrol ‘emselves.”

The inside of his car was always warm, and smelled like him.

He drove around while you fed him fries, and you talked until your mouths ran dry.

Guilt gripped your heart when he mentioned a future together.

You knew he’d picked a ring, voices spread fast in small towns. He wanted the white picket fence, a pretty housewife and kids.

You were selfish and cruel and revelled in his love and affection for months, knowing damn well you’d never give him what he desired most.

“You okay? You seem distracted.” he quipped, hand squeezing your thigh.

Your conscience screamed at you to talk to him, but your mouth stayed sealed. There were no words to make this easy on him, so you’d make it easier on yourself.

He’d hate you, at first, but he’d move on, find some other nice girl and settle down with her.

She’d be pretty, and good to him, and she’d love him for the rest of her days.

“I’m okay, you know me. My head’s always up ‘n the clouds. College,” you deepened your voice, mocking your father’s words, “makes ‘m kids airheads.”

His eyes crinkled when he laughed. You’d miss the sound.

“I know, my little dove’s always flying higher than the rest of this shitty town.”

It was bitter, really, that the one you loved the most was what kept you chained to the ground, where you didn’t belong.

You were meant for the sky, his little dove, your mother’s butterfly.

Spread your wings, you reminded yourself, and fly far, far away.

-

You swore time flew by faster when you spent it with Lee, and minutes melted into hours, slipping through your fingers.

You wished you had more.

When he pulled over to an all too familiar clearing in the woods, your body acted on its own accord, and you climbed in the back seat like you’d done most nights for months.

Those trees had seen you in all states of undress, fucked in the car or on the hood, on your knees, on your back, on your stomach, with his cock down your throat or in your cunt, his face between your legs or on the crook of your neck.

Everything made you melancholic, everything reminded you about what you were about to give up.

It was selfish, but you’d allow yourself to forget all about the future for the moment being.

Just you and Lee, just a moment longer before reality would inevitably hit you like a bucket of iced water.

You and the love of your life that you’d betray once morning came.

But in the dark, underneath the stars and the moon, he was still yours, and you were his.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful baby, God, I’m the luckiest man in the whole world.”

You ignored the guilt once again, and straddled his lap. Grabbing him by his tie, you slanted your mouth against his. He parted his lips with a sigh, resting his back against the seat.

“Fuck, dove, you’re so good to me.” he mumbled, calloused hands roaming over your body.

A moan escaped your lips when his strained cock rubbed against your flimsy undergarments, and you arched your back, seeking more friction to soothe your aching core.

Warmth pooled in your lower belly, and slick gathered in your panties.

You ran your fingers through his hair, and pulled him impossibly close to feel everything, his warmth and his scent, his soft body and his rough hands.

Teeth clattering, bruising touches, heaving chests. The windows were getting fogged up by your hot breaths, and the metal creaked and clattered under your weights.

Desperation and arousal clouded your mind, and you looked at him through half lidded eyes, hoping he couldn’t read into your soul.

“Lee, baby, I need to feel you, I need you inside me,” you whined, unbuttoning his shirt and tugging on his belt impatiently.

You were desperate to feel his cock inside you, to have his hands leave bruises and his mouth leave marks on your skin one last time. Be his, be one in the flesh, one last time.

“So eager, you’d think I was Paul Newman or somethin’,” he chuckled, kneading the flesh of your ass.

“Much better than Newman, Brando or whatever they worship in Hollywood now.” you panted through sloppy kisses, hand dipping inside his briefs, his weight heavy and hot against your palm.

He hissed through his teeth, eyes rolling to the back of his brain. “What are you butterin’ me up for, dove?”

A beautiful moan escaped his lips when you doubled your efforts, wrist twisting around the velvety skin of his shaft, working his sensitive tip.

“I don’t need flattery to get me anythin’ baby, just these hands and lips.”

You popped your lips to emphasize your point, and let your tongue run along his bottom lip, taking it between yours and sucking on it.

He lifted your shirt with a swift motion, and the growl that he let out when he didn’t find any bra sent a thrill through you, straight to your throbbing core.

He groped your tits, squeezing until the line between pleasure and pain became too blurred to distinguish. You gasped when he rolled and pinched your nipples between his fingers, and mewled when his mouth closed down on one of them.

His tongue swirled around the stiff bud, teeth barely grazing the delicate skin.

A shiver ran down your spine when you felt his hot breath against your neck, and in a blur you found yourself laying on your back, his body caging you in.

“Don’t forget about this pussy, baby, I’d do anything for it.”

Your giggles turned to cries once his hand found its way between your legs, his name falling from your lips like a prayer while he caressed the hair on your mound.

He beamed proudly, feeling the wet patch on your undergarments, and dipped in your folds, spreading the slick around your entrance, rubbing your clit with his thumb.

His lips tasted like candy and strawberry milkshake, and you savored them as long as you could while your tongue intertwined with his.

You laughed when he knocked his head on the door, and then his knees on the floorboard.

“Can’t wait till we have a bed.” He groaned, already breathless while he fumbled with his pants, shoving them down his legs in a hurry.

Sadness filled you again, because one day he’d have a big, comfortable bed, but you wouldn’t be the one warming it.

You blinked away the tears as you clung to his shoulders.

When he breached your entrance, you felt like the wind had been knocked out of you.

You’d never gotten used to the stretch of his girth, and you wondered if anyone else would ever feel this right inside you.

“Fuck,” he groaned, hips stilling once he’s sheathed himself inside you, “God, you’re so tight.”

You felt like you were bursting at the seams, your walls quivering around his cock.

He rolled his hips tentatively, observing your face for any signs of pain, and started pounding inside you once he’d found none.

The burn soon turned into a pleasant ache.

“I’m a lucky bastard,” he snarled, punctuating each word with a rough snap of his hips, “I can’t wait to have you all to myself, dove.”

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, and didn’t notice how your lips quivered, or the tears that streamed down your face. He kept thrusting inside you, moaning each time he would feel your walls gripping his cock tightly.

Damp skin slid over yours, filling the car with the lewd sounds of his balls slapping your ass, and his belly smacking against yours.

“I’m gonna put so many babies inside you, I can’t wait to see you all swollen with my child. Fuck-, I can’t wait to come home to you everyday, my pretty little wife.”

You let yourself revel in the image. A pleasant, safe one. One that didn’t belong to you, but that warmed your heart anyways.

When the pressure in your core became too much for you to bear, you began blabbering and begging him to give you that release only he had ever given you.

“Please Lee, I need to- need to cum, baby.”

You choked on your words and shrieked when his hand dipped between your bodies, and he began rubbing circles around your clit.

“Cum for me, dove, cum all over my cock, wanna feel you fall apart on me baby.” he growled, hips stuttering.

He swallowed your cries with a kiss as you came undone. Your whole body trembled when hot waves of pleasure shook your limbs, the tight coil in your cunt unravelling all at once, releasing the pressure inside you.

You throbbed and gushed around his cock, arching your back and digging your nails in the flesh of his back.

He kept pounding inside you, riding your aftermath and praising his good girl through shuddering breaths.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he whined, and you felt his movements become errantic and his cock swell inside you.

“Finish up outside,” you managed to wheeze out.

He grunted, but obeyed regardless.

Knocking you up before he got a preacher’s blessing wouldn’t look good on his resume if he was to ever be mayor. Otherwise you’d have had a child on your hip already, you suspected.

You winced when he pulled out, and stood on his shins, hovering over you, brows furrowed, sweat dripping down his forehead.

You brought your hand down to his cock, and you stoked him once, twice, running your thumb over his slit before his hips stuttered and he painted your stomach with his white, warm load.

He collapsed next to you, holding you tight in his arms and catching his breath.

“You’re gonna be all mine soon, dove,” he whispered in your ear, rubbing his nose against yours, “and I’m gonna fill your pussy up every night, I swear. No more pulling out ever again.”

-

Freedom tasted bittersweet.

Corn fields gave way to tarmac too soon, and before you realized it, you’d left Knockemstiff and your old life behind, in hope of a new, better one

You rested against the window, your head rattling on the screen with each bump on the road. The stench of stale cigarettes, moonshine breath first thing in the morning and sweat filled the packed bus, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

The prospect of your future terrified you and thrilled you to no end.

You observed the cars speeding past the bus, and the streams of dried tears on your face in your reflection. Your mind swirled with thoughts, the images of Lee torturing you. Sighing to yourself, you clutched the handkerchief that the woman besides you had gently offered with a kind, knowing smile on her face.

Better forget all about him as soon as possible.

New beginnings were hard, but hope blossomed in your chest with each mile that went by. Besides, your mother’s smile when she’d waved you goodbye had given you all the strength you needed.

You let the gentle sway of the bus lull you to sleep.

She’d never looked so happy and beautiful, bathed in dawn’s warmth with her Sunday dress she’d worn to see her biggest wish come true.

Her butterfly had finally spread her wings.

-

Part 2 (hopefully coming out tomorrow)

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So what do you think is going to happen in the next chapter? 🤭

I hope you liked it! I haven’t written in so long, but I hope it’s good. Please leave some feedback if you can, and reblog!

#sebastian stan x reader #lee bodecker x reader #sebastian stan x you #lee bodecker x you #sebastian stan fanfiction #lee bodecker x y/n #dark!lee bodecker #dark lee!bodecker x reader #the devil all the time

[thrillridesz]

black magic ▫ sangyeon

➳ pairing: best friend!sangyeon x fem!reader ➳ genre: fluff, magic!au ➳ warnings/rating: PG ➳ word count: 2.7k ➳ requested?: no

a/n: this is written as a birthday special for tbz’s best leader sangyeon! happy sangyeon day everyone ^^ this story is also inspired by little mix’s ‘black magic’. This is unedited as of now and I finished this real quick so I’m sorry if it isn’t up to standard!

“Thanks for the surprise, I really appreciated it.”

The night was young as the luminous moon hung high in the dark sky, casting a soft, white glow on the earth below. A cool, night breeze whipped gently against your cheeks while you strolled the quiet streets with Sangyeon, a tranquil silence in the air safe for the soft scraping sounds of the fallen autumn leaves against the gravel ground as it got caught in the wind. Wrapped up tightly in your coat, you felt a sense of warmth spread across your chest, a warmth more cosy than anything else.

“It’s no problem! It’s your birthday, it had to be perfect.” You replied, shooting him a bright smile as you stuffed your hands into your coat pockets.

Sangyeon grinned, his eyes crinkling into crescents.

“It was, don’t worry. Not gonna lie though, I didn’t think it was Eric in that bear costume even for a second. You guys really scared me right there.”

Your laugh rang through the night as his smile grew wider.

“Well, it was a pretty impromptu idea! It was literally on sale for like 10 bucks, we just had to get it,” you threw your hands up in defense as Sangyeon chuckled softly, his breath coming out in white puffs from the cold.

“Always on the hunt for good deals, y/n. Always.”

“Of course! Though since you’re my best friend, I’m usually willing to pay just a little bit more.” You replied thoughtfully, tapping your chin as if deep in thought.

The two of you have been friends ever since you could walk. For the longest time, it was just the two of you against the rest of the world. When you got bullied by the other kids in the courtyard in second grade, it had been Sangyeon who stuck by you and defended you from them even if it meant he was to take some of the punches in your place. Likewise when Sangyeon had been dangerously close to repeating a year in eleventh grade, you had persisted in staying by his side to make sure he studied and understood everything the teachers’ had to teach. All through middle school and high school, the both of you have been thick as thieves. Whatever you did, he did as well and whatever he did, you did too. Things like spending Halloween and coordinating outfits, going to school and studying for exams… The two of you were each others’ constants and if anyone was to ever look up the term ‘best friends’ in the dictionary, they would no doubt find both your names in there.

What sort of ‘best friend’ would you be not to at least fork out a few extra dollars for the sake of an amazing birthday for the one and only Lee Sangyeon?

You didn’t notice the slight frown that crossed Sangyeon’s face which he quickly replaced with a soft smile but the look in his eyes were hardened and detached.

“Right.”

“Wait, what’s that?”

You stopped dead in your track, squinting as you pointed into a distance. Before Sangyeon could reply, you grabbed onto his hand, pulling him behind you while you made your way over. The colour in his cheeks darkened as he scratched at the back of his neck awkwardly, peering at you shyly. You were too engrossed in staring at the display in front of you to notice him, your nose practically touching the glass panel.

“Black Occult?” You mumbled under your breath, your eyebrows furrowing together.

“What’s going on?”

You turned to Sangyeon, a look of confusion etched in your face.

“You don’t find this weird?”

“What about it?”

“This was never here.”

At that, Sangyeon narrowed his eyes as he surveyed the store’s exterior. Wrinkling his nose, you saw the belated realisation dawn upon him.

“Oh, right. Didn’t this used to be an arcade?”

You rolled your eyes.

“You’re so dense sometimes, it’s unbelievable.”

“Can I help you guys?”

The two of you whipped around to see a certain pink haired boy standing with his arms akimbo at the entrance, staring at the both of you. His eyes were blue, almost unnaturally so, and he was clad in just about the most colourful suit you’ve ever seen anyone don on.  It felt like an assault to your sights, with all the neon colours yet somehow there was such a mysterious aura to him. In a way, it felt like there was an almost mystical vibe that you got from him that made you inclined to think that he wasn’t in any way human.

“W-We… Oh, we’re sorry. We didn’t know you were open.” Sangyeon replied and you could hear a slight tremble in his voice. He definitely felt the same.

“Are you guys looking to purchase anything?” The scowl on the boy’s face disappeared as his eyes widened.

“Um…”

“Excellent! Please, come on in. I was wondering why you guys were standing outside acting all weird but I didn’t realise you guys wanted to come in. It’s this goddamn black glass, isn’t it? I’ve told Haknyeon so many times we should change it. Makes it so hard to look in, I swear.” He rambled on, holding the door open with a wide grin on his face.

“Come on in! Feel free to look around. If you need anything, I’ll be here. Just call my name, Chanhee.”

You and Sangyeon exchanged a look as if hesitating to enter but one look at Chanhee’s enthusiastic expression prompted you to see foot into the store. Seeing that you were going in, Sangyeon shrugged as he followed suit.

The moment you entered the store, the overwhelming scent of lilies and peaches hit you with a pang while the dim lighting made it difficult to navigate even within the store. Yet once your eyes adjusted to the dimness in the room, you couldn’t help but marvel at the oddities that surrounded you.

On the wooden shelves attached to the wall, were rows and rows of oddly coloured liquid, too bright or too unnaturally coloured to have come from a source of nature. Several sprigs of unknown herbs hung on the walls, tied into bundles by string while on another side, candles of all shapes, sizes and scents lined the table. Well-polished crystals were arranged meticulously on an old mahogany coffee table near the counter and a particularly interesting looking bird flitted around in a wrought Victorian-style iron birdcage. It was small with a white beak and purple and yellow feathers with its wings flapping so fast, you could barely see it moving. You have never seen a bird like that before and although you started towards it, something else caught your eye entirely.

Picking up a small bottle, you inspected the glowing golden liquid in it, Tilting it in your hand, the viscosity of the mixture and the velvety look it had was almost mesmerising to stare at. As you turned it over, you leaned in to read the faded label on it.

“Love potion.” You said aloud, causing Sangyeon who had been looking at a bunch of tarot cards to look up at you.

“Ah, yes! One of our bestsellers that is!” Chanhee exclaimed, his eyes shining with joy and excitement. “Guaranteed to work! It’s only 15 dollars.”

“Why would you need anything like that?” Sangyeon scoffed, folding his arms across his chest as his biceps bulged ever so slightly.

“You never know… I just thought it looked pretty.”

Somehow, you couldn’t stop staring at it. It was as if it was whispering your name to ‘just buy it’. Then again, it could really just be the impulsive shopper in you but there was something so alluring and magnetic about it that you just felt like you had to have it in your possession. It was like letting a child go lose in a candy shop and finally seeing that one lollipop with the most beautiful swirls and crazy colours that just screamed flavour. You didn’t exactly care even if it wasn’t an actual potion, it just looked so aesthetic that you had to buy it.

“I’ll have it!”

Sangyeon looked at you as if you had just sprouted horns on your head as you handed over a dollar bill over to Chanhee who accepted it readily.

“Surely, you don’t actually believe that it’s a love potion.” He blurted out much to the disgruntlement of Chanhee who shot a deathly glare at him.

“It is! It’s been tried and tested. It works, okay?” He said with an air of haughtiness which Sangyeon grumbled at and instantly, Chanhee knew. He should have known earlier in all honesty, from the way he had seen the man stare at you. A slow smile began to spread across his face.

Interesting.

As Chanhee watched the two of you leave the store with Sangyeon still rambling on about how you ‘just wasted 15 bucks for nothing’, he leaned into his chair contentedly. With a snap of his fingers, a cosy glass of grape wine materialised in his hands and with a sip, he sighed.

“Darling didn’t even need a love potion.”

“I can’t believe you actually bought it.” Sangyeon said, his voice still carrying a tone of disbelief.

“Look at it though, isn’t it pretty? I mean even if it isn’t actually a love potion, it’s nice to look at.” You said, still looking at the glowing liquid in the tiny bottle. Slotting in the key and entering the shared apartment the two of you shared with Younghoon, a childhood friend to the both of you and Hyunjae, a mutual friend from university. Since Younghoon was away in Spain with his girlfriend, Bea, it was really only Hyunjae in the house who you found clad in a dinosaur onesie as he lounged in front of the television with a big bowl of buttered popcorn in his lap.

“Oh, you guys are back. I was wondering where you guys went after the party.”

“We were… A little caught up.” Sangyeon said slowly, casting you a knowing glance which you avoided.

“Figures. You guys left earlier than I did.”

“Because you were busy fraternising with anyone you can possibly bring home, which I can see you’ve failed.” You joked and Hyunjae tossed a pillow at you, with a scowl on his face.

“Ugh, get out of my way.”

You laughed out loud as you set the bottle on the kitchen tabletop, causing him to turn to look. When he did, his eyes widened almost comically large as he leapt to his feet.

“What’s that?” He shuffled over quickly with a look of awe.

“Some stupid love potion thing,” Sangyeon replied curtly before you could even open your mouth to say anything. You turned to him with a frown at which he merely shrugged off carelessly as he preoccupied himself in rummaging through the refrigerator for a late night snack.

Taking the bottle from you, Hyunjae held it up against the light, his dark eyes shining with overflowing curiosity and doubt. The light reflected off the smooth,clear glass, making the gold liquid inside it look even more luminous and even wispy with the liquid swirling almost in slow motion no matter how you look at it. You have never seen anything like it and judging from Hyunjae’s expression, neither has he.

“Looks interesting.” He declared after a moment of inspection as Sangyeon turned to him in disbelief.

“Not you too. That guy definitely ripped y/n off. Seriously, y/n.” He tsked, sauntering over and snatching the bottle from Hyunjae.

“Doesn’t seem like anything special. A love potion? In this day and age? I don’t buy it for a second.” There was disdain in his eyes as he pursed his lips in disgust. Popping open the bottle, a sweet scent of tangerines and pineapples rapidly permeated the small apartment and maybe it was just you but you thought you felt your heart flutter just a little. A smile made its way onto your lips quite unconsciously and a tiny jolt of electricity shook you in the most delightful way possible.

Could it be…?

You lifted your gaze to see Sangyeon stare at the bottle in his hand with a startled look on his face, his mouth slightly ajar and you knew that he had felt the exact same thing. Though that look of surprise disappeared just as quickly as it came and his expression hardened.

“That’s a lot of artificial flavouring for one bottle.” He clenched his jaw as his grip on the glass bottle tightened and you could see the veins protruding ever so slightly from his forearm.

You narrowed your eyes.

“If you’re just going to whine, then give it back to me. Just don’t look at it.”

As you leaned forward, Sangyeon took a step back.

“Why? Are you going to try giving that to someone?”

Raising an eyebrow, you regarded him with suspicion.

“Sure, why not? There’s a really cute guy in my statistics class, even if it doesn’t work - which I’m pretty sure it doesn’t so don’t worry - it’s still worth a shot.”

You barely noticed the flash of disappointment in Sangyeon’s eyes and how his shoulders sagged ever so slightly as you ripped it from his hands. Yet before you could cap it back, he grabbed it back so hastily that you didn’t even have time to react. Throwing his head back, you and Hyunjae could only watch in shocked silence as you gulped down almost half the bottle.

Wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt, he shot Hyunjae a piercing glare as the latter let out a wolf whistle, his eyes filled with mirth and genuine adoration.

“Damn. That was... Ironic.”

You didn't say anything except stare at Sangyeon and a moment passed without anything out of the ordinary happening. There was no burst of sparkles or anything growing out from anyone’s body, nothing crazy at all. 

Huh. So maybe it was actually a hoax.

“That should be enough proof,” he said in an ‘I told you so’ tone which you rolled your eyes at. “That's some nice potion though or whatever you wanna call it.”

“Really? Let me have a taste.” 

Reaching over, Hyunjae took a sip and hummed merrily. 

“Oh dang, this is amazing. It’s like an orange smoothie except a million times better.”

Lifting his head, he turned to look at you and what you saw made you almost stumble back in shock. The colour of his eyes held a faint flash of pink before they returned to normal but when they did, they no longer held the playfulness and casual air that Hyunjae always wore but rather, they were filled with such intense passion and affection. It was like looking into the eyes of someone who was extremely, completely, slap me silly and deeply...

In love.

“Have I ever told you how pretty you look? I know I’ve never said this but... I think I love you,” Hyunjae said in a low, soft voice as he reached out to hold your hands in his.

“I...I...” You spluttered at a complete loss of words, wringing your hands frantically. 

At that, Sangyeon swivelled around to stare at the two of you. 

He could only watch as Hyunjae lifted his hand to gently brush your hair away from your face as his other hand reached up to cup your face. 

“How could I not have notice- Hey!”

Grabbing him by the collar from behind, Hyunjae practically flew back as Sangyeon pulled him away with a disapproving frown on his face. There was a deep frown etched onto his face, his eyes crinkling as he looked at the latter with an almost irritated expression. Though somehow, you could detect a faint hint of fear in his demeanour. In a way, the uneven and volatile energy radiated so strongly off him that it was hard not to see it in any other way.

Was Sangyeon perhaps jealous?

No. It couldn’t be, he was your best friend. Furthermore, how did the potion work on Hyunjae but not Sangyeon? Unless...

You let out a soft gasp as the realisation dawns upon you. It seemed as if Sangyeon may have come to the same realisation almost as soon as you did because he turned to you with such an expression of sheer panic, the sound of his heart pounding so loudly you could hear it. 

The potion didn’t work because he was already in love with you.

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[musecharm-writes]

Bad Influence, Pt 1 (Steve Harrington X Reader)

Summary: You wish you hadn’t stolen the cigarettes. You hadn’t gone into Melvald’s with the intention of stealing them -- you were going to buy them, you swear you were going to buy them. But you had realised after picking up the carton and reaching into your pocket to get your cash ready that you hadn’t brought any money with you. And, of course, you knew you should put them back and leave… But you’d run out two weeks ago, and you couldn’t deal with the cravings any longer, and there were only so many times you could sneak from your mom before she started to catch on.

(Note: There’s not much Steve/Reader interaction yet; this part is just to establish the plot. We get to the fun stuff in the next one.)

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

One would think that, on the most important day in a person’s entire life, something special would happen -- there’d be a rainbow complete with gold and a leprechaun, or stars would fall from the sky, or farm animals would spontaneously sprout wings and learn to fly. Steve Harrington wouldn’t know; the only special things that have ever happened to him were armageddon, the end of the world, and doomsday, in that order.

The day that Steve’s life was changed forever (without anyone having to face certain doom this time), nothing unusual happened at all.

Well, almost nothing. Then again, Steve supposes there’s something a little less than usual about you.

--

You’re being dragged out of Melvald’s by Hawkins’ finest when Steve first lays eyes on you.

Your hair is disheveled, your face is flushed, and there’s a wild look in your eyes. You’re writhing in the hold of the cops gripping your arms, probably to keep you from running.

Though he isn’t sure why, Steve can’t help but stare.

Robin comes up next to him, taking a sip from a thermos of coffee. “Ho-lee shit, what’s goin’ on over there?”

Steve shrugs, his eyes still fixed on you even as you’re being read your rights and fitted with handcuffs.

Coincidentally, as Callahan has you bend over the hood of his patrol car so he can frisk you while Powell slaps the cuffs on, your head is pressed to the hood so that you’re staring right in Steve’s direction. The two of you lock eyes for what feels like forever before you’re being jerked upright by your arm and manhandled into the backseat of the car.

Steve feels a sharp, elbow-shaped pain in his side.

“OW! What the-- Why did you do that?”

Robin smiles, clearly pleased with herself. “Because you were being weird. Plus, I said your name, like, a bajillion times and you either didn’t hear me or you were pretending.” She squints critically at him. “What’s your deal, Harrington?”

Steve shakes his head. “Nothing. Nothing’s my deal, I don’t have a deal. You’re the one with the deal, elbowing me in the ribcage like that, you could have done some serious damage to my… ribs.”

Robin doesn’t seem convinced -- not at all, actually -- but she apparently isn’t that invested in finding out what Steve’s “deal” is, because she just shrugs and says, “Whatever. Let’s go get breakfast or something, I could eat a horse.”

A few minutes later, they walk into Benny’s Burgers only to find Jonathan and Nancy sitting in the booth nearest to the door. Nancy spots Steve and waves.

Steve nudges Robin and cocks his head in their direction. “You in?”

She shrugs. “Sure. Jonathan’s cool.”

Steve snorts. “Behave yourself, Buckley.”

“We’ll see,” she replies cheerily.

As they sit down, Nancy says, “Hey, did you guys hear about the commotion at Melvald’s earlier today?”

Steve opens his mouth to reply, but before he can even finish inhaling, Robin answers with, “We didn’t, but why don’t you ask Stevie here what he ‘heard’ about the ‘commotion at Melvald’s?’”

Both Nancy and Jonathan turn their full attention to Steve, and he mentally curses Robin so hard he’s sure she can hear it, based on the shiteating grin on her face.

“...Steve?” Jonathan says gently.

Steve sighs in exasperation, the force of it puffing out his cheeks. He shrugs and lifts a hand, splaying his fingers. “I… Sort of. Saw…” He hesitates, looking between Jonathan and Nancy, seeing their expectant expressions. He sighs again and runs a hand through his hair. Out with it, man. “I saw somebody getting pulled out by Callahan and Powell, all right?”

Nancy’s brow furrows. “Who? Why? What happened?”

Steve shrugs. “Dunno. Whoever it was, they definitely had a couple screws loose.”

Nancy says nothing for a moment. Then, she says, “Jonathan, do you think your mom would know anything about it?”

“Maybe. We can ask her when we go back to the house.”

Robin cocks her head. “Why are you guys so interested in finding out about this, anyway?”

Nancy and Jonathan share a look and then after a moment they turn back to Robin and shrug in unison.

Soon enough, the waitress is coming to take their orders, and the conversation turns toward other things.

--

While Robin and Steve are chowing down on brunch, you’re sitting in the Hawkins Police Department, waiting to find out how hard they’re going to punish you.

You wish you hadn’t stolen the fucking cigarettes.

You hadn’t gone into Melvald’s with the intention of stealing them -- you were going to buy them, you swear you were going to buy them. But you had realised after picking up the carton and reaching into your pocket to get your cash ready that you hadn’t brought any money with you.

And, of course, you knew you should put them back and leave… But you’d run out two weeks ago, and you couldn’t deal with the cravings any longer, and there were only so many times you could sneak from your mom before she started to catch on. So you’d slipped the carton of cigarettes into your pocket and headed for the door.

And then the woman behind the counter shouted, “Hey!”

You’d just panicked and started running, and… well, here you are.

The Chief of Police stepped out of his office and called one of the cops who brought you in over. They talked in hushed tones for a moment, looking like they were having a disagreement, and then the other cop -- Callahan, you’re pretty sure, the one with the glasses -- comes back over and takes your cuffs off.

“Chief Hopper wants you in his office,” Callahan says blandly, gesturing toward the door the chief is standing in front of.

You take a deep, shaky breath, trying to quell your fear, and then you stand up and go to face your doom.

Chief Hopper doesn’t say anything to you as you pass him on the way into the office. His face is a careful mask of neutrality, which makes you even more nervous than if he’d been staring you down -- at least if he was doing that, you would know what to expect.

As you go in, the chief follows you in and closes the door behind you, which just cements the knowledge that whatever’s about to happen isn’t going to be fun for you.

“Have a seat,” he says, pointing at the chair on the other side of his desk as he walks around to the other side to sit in his own chair. You do as he says, watching as he pulls out a carton of cigarettes and clamps one between his teeth. He looks up at you and offers the carton out to you. “Want a smoke?”

You swallow. You wonder if this is some kind of weird test. “No thank you, sir.”

“You sure?” He asks, the carton still extended across the desk. “From what I hear you’re pretty fond of ‘em.”

You feel your face flushing with embarrassment. You stare down at your hands for a moment and then, sheepishly, take a single cigarette from the proffered carton.

He lights both of your cigarettes with a Zippo he pulls from his shirt pocket and watches you from under the brim of his hat as you take a drag and exhale smoke on a relieved sigh.

“So,” Chief Hopper begins, smoke escaping from his mouth, “my sources tell me you were stealing from Melvald’s General Store. A carton of cigarettes and nothing else. First time you’ve ever gotten into trouble. Know what that tells me?”

You swallow and then shake your head, bringing your cigarette to your lips again for another long, slow drag. If you’re about to be locked up and have your parents told on you, you wanna savour this cigarette, because it could well be your last for a while.

Chief Hopper continues to look at you for a moment, and then he leans back in his chair. “That tells me that you’re not what we in the business call a bad apple. I don’t wanna put that idea in your head, or anybody else’s, and you spend one night in jail, that’s what’s gonna happen. You get me?”

“I…” You knit your brows. “I’m… not sure I do, sir.”

Chief Hopper sighs through his nose, making smoke stream out through his nostrils. “I’m saying that I don’t want to put you through the ringer just ‘cause you’re a kid who made a dumb mistake.”

You blink. “Are you-- You’re saying you’re letting me off the hook?”

“Not quite,” he says. “You still committed a crime. Wouldn’t look good for me if you just got to walk away without any consequences. No, you’re not off the hook, but I talked to the owner of the store and got permission to come up with an alternative method of punishment. As long as you accept it, that is. We can always just let you do time anyway, if that’s what you want.”

You shake your head immediately. “I’d prefer not to, sir.”

He nods, satisfied. “Right. You’re gonna be working at Melvald’s for the next two weeks. You’ll be working alongside Joyce Byers, and she’s gonna keep an eye on you, so make sure you stay out of trouble, okay?”

You arch your brows. “I’ll be working at Melvald’s?” You wonder how the hell he managed to work that out with the owner.

“That’s what I said. Think of it as community service; can you handle it?”

“Yessir,” you say, nodding.

“All right then. At the end of each week, I’ll be coming in -- off the books -- to check in. As long as you do as you’re told and keep your head down, this’ll all blow over before you know it.”

You feel tears welling up in your eyes, and you try to blink them back before the chief notices and thinks you’re a huge crybaby. “Thank you, Chief Hopper.”

He stands up and leans over the desk, clapping a hand on your shoulder. “It’s no problem, kid. Just don’t make me regret it, all right?”

As you stand up, you nod again, suddenly determined. “I won’t, sir, I promise.”

His lips quirk up at one side. “Call me Hopper or Hop, kid. Nobody I like calls me sir.”

You smile hesitantly. “Yessir… Hopper.”

As Chief Hopper is walking you to the door, you can’t help but ask what you’ve been wondering for a while now. “Ch-- Er, Hopper?”

“Hm?”

“Why are you doing this for me?” You pick at the hem of your shirt nervously. “I mean, not that I’m not thankful, I’m incredibly thankful, I just... don’t understand why I’m not being punished?”

He’s silent for a moment, perhaps turning your question over in his head, and then after what feels like an eternity, he finally answers with, “When I was your age, I made some pretty dumb mistakes, too. I never had anybody willing to back me up, and I ended up doing a lot of shit I’m not proud of because there was nobody there to bail me out when I got into trouble. When I come across kids who need that, now that I’m an adult myself, I tend to wanna help ‘em out.”

You can’t help but feel awestruck. Chief Hopper is nothing like the stories you’ve heard; he’s so fair-minded, and kind, and selfless, it kind of makes you feel like crying again. You feel visible in a way that’s almost uncomfortable. 

You kind of wish you could feel this way all the time.

“Thank you,” you say again.

“No problem, kid,” Hopper says, opening the door to his office. “Now scram; you’ve got about eighteen hours until you show up for your first shift at Melvald’s, and if you’re more than fifteen minutes late I’ll have someone escort you there every morning for the rest of the week.”

As you leave the Hawkins Police Department, you feel lighter than you can remember feeling in a long time.

#stranger things x reader #stranger things reader insert #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #x reader #reader insert #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #robin buckley #jim hopper #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #writing #writing blog #reader insert blog #x reader blog #theft #smoking #cigarettes

[hanaridulsetcheese]

Fine Dancer~ Lee Know

Reader's POV

"But I don't want to go! " I told my older brother as I pouted.

"(Y/N), it won't be for long. You can hang out in the practice room. " Chan said, putting on his shoes.

"Can't I stay home alone? I'm old enough. " you use your puppy dog eyes on him.

"That's not gonna work on me (Y/N). You're too young, I can't leave you alone. " he says.

"But oppa- "

"We have fast WiFi. " he sits me off.

"I'll be ready in a sec! "

When we arrived at the company, I was in utter amazement. I had never seen the company before, it was huge. We walked in and I looked around the room, it was just like how I imagined it.

We take the elevator and go up a few floors, we step out onto the floor that was labelled practice rooms on the elevator button.

There was a music playing softly from every direction, some idols might be practicing right now. The thought of being near some of my favourite idols made butterflies erupt in my stomach. I secretly hoped I would run into one of the Day6 oppas.

"Here, stay here and don't leave 'till I come and get you. " he opens a door labelled Stray Kids.

I walked in and immediately recognised it from their dance practice videos.

"This is so cool. " I said.

"Have fun then, don't cause any trouble, I beg you. " he said.

"Yeah yeah. " I waved him off, trying to find a way to connect my phone to the speaker.

Chan shut the door and I switch on the music and began dancing to my brother's new song Side Effects.

Lee Know's POV

The nine of us sat around the table with our manager and discussed the new album, it wasn't really paying attention to what they were saying though.

"So Minho, about the choreography- " Hyunjin nudged me as our manager addressed me.

"Yes? " I asked.

"How far are we with the choreo? " he asked.

"Oh well, I'm almost done, I recorded myself doing some moves- " I reached for my phone in my pocket but it wasn't there.

"Damn it, I left it in the practice room. " I say. "I'll be back. " I say rushing out to get my phone.

When I reached the practice room, I heard out title track being played, I opened the door slowly and peaked in. There was a teenage girl dancing to our song.

I looked at in confusion, wondering how she got our song. Had it been leaked?!

I watched her as she danced, her moves went quite well with the song, she seemed to have her own choreography for the song, I carefully observed her moves as the song came to an end.

The song ended and she panted heavily as she switched her music off.

"You're a really good dancer. " I say, walking in to the room. She turned around with a stunned look on her face, she blushed when she saw me. She looked really familiar, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

"Uh, t-thank you. " she stuttered, looking down.

"How did you get the song, if you don't mind me asking? I don't think we released it yet. " I asked her.

"My brother gave it to me. " she said.

"Who's your brother? " I asked.

"C-chan. " she said slowly.

"Wait, you're Chan's younger sister?! I knew you looked familiar. I remember meeting you a few years ago. (Y/N) right? "

"Yeah, I remember meeting you too. I was really shy, you're like my role model. I love your style of dancing. " She blushed.

"That means a lot to me. You're a really good dancer as well, did you come up with those moves yourself? "

She nodded, looking down at her feet.

"It's amazing, you mind showing me some moves? I'm thinking of adding them to the official choreography. "

Her face lights up as she nods excitedly. She shows me the moves and I follow along with her.

"Hey, there you are. " Chan walks into the room as she was showing me the dance. "I see you met my sister. "

"I did, I think we also found our new choreographer. She created her own dance for our song. " I told him.

"Did you know. " he looked at her impressed.

"I think we should take her to PD nim, let him see the dance. " I say.

"What no, I can't dance in front of a big shot manager. " she said quickly.

"It'll be okay. " I pat her back in assurance.

"C'mon, help us out. " Chan hyung said to her.

She looked at the both of us and nodded reluctantly, "Fine. " she says.

We took her back the board room and showed PD nim the dance. He was really pleased with her dance, she was a blushing mess after she finished.

"Minho, I think you two should talk a little bit, I have a good feeling for this comeback. "

I nodded and told (Y/N) to follow me back to the practice room, she looked at her brother and he nodded letting her go.

"Why are you so nervous? " I asked her softly.

"I don't want to disappoint my brother and your band. I look up to all of you guys, you're all my older brothers. " she says.

"You're not gonna disappoint anyone. You are really talented, your dances moves were so much better than what I came up with. "

"That's definitely not true. In my eyes, you're the best dancer out there. "

I blush at her words. "It's hard work and effort. I'm sure you could make it in the industry if you wanted too. "

"That would be nice, but it's my brother's dream not mine, I more of the science type than the creative type, dancing is just a hobby. "

"You should follow your dreams then. " I told her. "What's stopping you? "

"Fear. " she said.

"What are you afraid of? Someone as talented as you shouldn't be afraid, you are amazing. "

"Thanks, that means a lot coming from you. " she gave a dimpled smile like her brother's.

"So what is it that you want to do in the science filed? " I questioned.

"Micro biology. " she said.

"Wow, that means you have to study a long time though. "

"I'm willing to put in the hard work and effort. " she said and I laughed.

We spent a lot of time in the practice room, talking about random things and coming up with other dance moves. would've made a fine dancer.

The look on her face when she dances makes me think of when I was younger, I wanted to be her mentor and take her under my wing, she really impressed with her skill at such a young age, she would've made a fine dancer.

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[maxtothemax]

Hawk Annotations

It’s been some days since Hawk came out so I figured I’d post my stupid annotations on here. Putting it all under a cut because, obviously, there are so many spoilers, and I had a lot to say.

Started reading: 7/6/20

The 10th Maximum Ride book

It just came out today and I just got it in the mail so let’s see what this dumpster fire is all about.

2 – well! the world building is already bad

3 – I do sorta like the narrative voice though

8 – there’s so much swearing. wonder whether she’s allowed to say fuck though

she says “feck”???

11 – how is there an even remotely functional government like 15-20 years post-apocalypse

13 – why’d she wait the extra half hour?

15 – “my kids” I’m going to assume this is more of a flock situation than a teen mom situation?

19 – so much exposition :/

23 – I’m really not invested in any of this. Ugh, and I have 400 pages to go… [well, okay, it was more like 375. My hardcover copy was long.]

26 – for someone who doesn’t care about her parents, Hawk sure does bring them up a lot

37 – oh, that’s probably Fang, isn’t it

39 – is that a fucking smiley face? [It actually had J in the narration. What??]

40 – “Anytime I heard the word ‘experiment,’ my ears perked right up” okay just call me out like that I guess

43 – that would make sense

46 – black lab coat? [the future of lab fashion?]

67 – hmm this is weird, I don’t like it

69 – she didn’t really seem like she was into that

72 – …but apparently she was?

77 – I WAS RIGHT

78 – well that escalated quickly

82 – I don’t know how to feel about this

84 – WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED???

85 – has Max been in solitary for 10 years? What the fuck?? [It wasn’t solitary confinement, actually, just regular prison.]

87 – none of this world building makes any sense

101 – this is incredibly poorly written. Barely even follows the rules of reality

102 – It’s also very dark, edgy, “Life sucks deal with it” flavored and I’m not a fan

General note: this is reminding me of Witch & Wizard in all the worst ways. Especially page 105. [It’s been brought to my attention that Gabrielle Charbonnet also co-authored at least one book in that series, so that’s probably why.]

106 – Why does McCallum sound exactly like Trump? [The most shocking part of reading this book was finding out that Jimmy Patterson apparently disapproves of Trump.]

108 – so we’re not ignoring the “he was like a brother to me” thing?

109 – JP has torn this series apart so thoroughly. I hate him.

116 – Fuck this. You killed her after giving her maybe 2 minutes of page time. There’s nothing meaningful about that!! Nothing!!

119 – oH SHIT OKAY

121 – that didn’t make it any better, actually

Everything feels so pointless here

I don’t even want to read this but it’ll bug me if I don’t :/

127 – At least this book is better about describing characters

129 – HOW COULD HE POSSIBLY TELL?? Isn’t Ridley enough to prove it?

Side note: will we ever find out who Rose is?

130 – multiple sets of what now?

133 – HOW DO THEY FOLD TWICE???? [Their wings! Fold twice! How the FUCK does that work??]

138 – I’m sorry what

141 – Okay yeah McCallum is definitely a Trump stand in

145 – that’s not gonna happen

147 – I know Jeb is dead but I would be totally unsurprised if McCallum turned out to be Jeb. [Spoiler alert: he isn’t. Evidently Jeb’s still dead. Good for him.]

148 – Okay that line was actually good [the line was: “I’m Maximum Ride, you son of a bitch!”]

149 – Max ALMOST said fuck. Very nearly.

[God just let her say fuck, she deserves it the most]

153 – well this is fucked

154 – you’re not allowed to judge anyone’s names, you named yourself Hawk

160 – It doesn’t even really feel like the flock is older. Except Nudge, probably b/c she keeps calling Hawk “sweetie”

163 – why is Freak capitalized?

164 – “We try to keep the body count low. Part of our personal growth.” I’M SCREAMING NUDGE IS SO FUNNY

173 – OH SHIT

181 – Crismins? Did they change the word for Christmas?

183 – As usual, Nudge is the only one here who I respect

190 – Nudge would be an amazing mom

I’m actually so happy about Nudge’s characterization so far, I love her. Nudge stan for life.

[In the original series: Nudge who? I don’t know her.

In Hawk: Nudge is everyone’s favorite person.]

193 – “You want a wing! Find yourself a goddamn brain first!” that’s so fucking good actually

203 – Are you fucking kidding me

205 – OH GOD DAMMIT

209 – savage

215 – this just in: horses aren’t real

Hey also where the fuck’s Angel? Did she finally start a cult or something?

221 – “he’d put his dad wings on” that’s… quite a phrase

When did Fang become such a hardass? [Edit: actually he was focused on rescuing Max so I guess that’s justified.]

225 – “eyeless Rain” are we doing the blind mentioning thing again? Really? [JP has a bad habit of traumatically removing characters’ vision and then always bringing up that they’re blind as though that’s their only character trait, and I for one think he should be banned from writing for that alone.]

234 – well that escalated quickly

237 – way to avoid describing Gazzy or Iggy’s wings lol

246 – seeing Max call Fang “my love” is very uncomfortable

247 – Okay, that’s cute. [Cutest scene in the whole book, actually.]

257 – Nudge does have curly hair!!! See!!! [@ Narae Lee: take some fucking notes.]

259 – Gazzy’s environmentally friendly bombs. He should make a business.

269 – “forking”? Excuse me sir this is [definitely] not the Good Place I’m sure you can just say fuck

271 – Oh god I don’t want to think about how old the flock is now

HAWK HAS TATTOOS??

272 – These Ride girls are really prone to fainting I guess. Real convenient for transitions between scenes.

278 – I’m still so pissed that the flock was separated for ten years. Not even in a heartbreaking way—it just feels like there was no point to it

Also: how did they find out what happened to Rose? [Also: why use a random character you just made up instead of characters we already know? Hello? Wasn’t Fang’s gang still around post-apocalypse? Weren’t they all friends by then?]

283 – Oh god, is it Angel?

284 – YEP! And holy shit did Total have a kid or something?

285 – Okay so I was this close with the cult leader thing

287 – TOTAL’S ALIVE??? and remarried?? where is he? [I still want some fucking answers, James.]

295 – what the fuck is with the spelling here? Did Angel really just say “staaaahp”?? [As in “stop” but the 2010 internet way of saying it.]

Did she just say “LOL” out loud??

301 – this feels like when you’re in the car with a friend while they’re having an argument with their parents…

This all feels so pointless. The whole first series was about building a better world, and things somehow only got worse.

306 – wow it really doesn’t take much to set Hawk off

307 – you know what, Max is right

The fact that it’s been 10+ years and the flock still has to save the world is really dissatisfying. [It’s passed off as a “it’s what we do” sort of thing, but that shouldn’t be their fucking lifelong job.]

315 – Breaking news: Hawk is introduced to the concept of daddy issues

320 – wait when did Ridley get here??

323 – why are there so many mentions of wearing ponchos to hide their wings? [There have to be better ways]

333 – this was the only major spoiler I got but even though I had warning I’m still mad about it

355 – “Could that could be sky?” has to be the worst mistype I’ve seen in here

365 – Okay this is super uncomfortable

370 – “200 km per hour” I don’t know the metric system but I’m guessing that’s not accurate [it’s 125-ish mph so… I don’t know enough about flying speeds for this, okay, that’s the author’s job]

375 – How would Hawk know what a geocache is?

378 – so she’s just leaving him to die?

381 – okay, zero foreshadowing on that one

396 – so Pietro lived

397 – so actually everyone lived except for Clete :/

399 – “More Epilogue”??

Finished: 7/7/20

I… have no idea what to say about this one. It was a lot. Some parts were decent, others were boring, and it didn’t really feel like a “new generation” book, just an excuse to show the old flock as adults.

I was pleasantly surprised with Nudge’s characterization, and I really liked the “drop the Phoenix” scene, but that’s pretty much all I liked.

[Additional note: the book had no plot. Zero. Like… there was an attempt, but it didn’t really come together.]

#they speak #maximum ride hawk #hawk spoilers #long post #very long post #annotations #i thought i was done with those god dammit

[flyswhumpcenter]

Bad Things Happen Bingo! The event where you send me requests according to this marvelous card! (Red cross is the completed prompt, character headshots are prompts I’ve already filled. Green deltas are for requested prompts, which is none rn, as my inbox is empty.)

[SPOILERS FOR SWORD & SHIELD’S ENDGAME START HERE].

"Let the adults take care of it," he said.

"Comatose" is a weird prompt, and yet I somehow came up with two prompts. One of them was Hop-centric and I'm absolutely gonna write it one of these days, but I wasn't sure if it fitted that well. The second one is, well, this. It came to me shortly after figthing Eternatus, when Hop says this in the hotel: "And still Lee's... well, he's being Lee. Insisting on having a Championship Match with you today. It's a bit much, isn't it? You're sure you're up for it? I'm not even too sure about him. He was out cold and hurt pretty badly himself during all that mess". So this focuses on a weird interpretation of the prompt, but considering I do focus on a comatose state here, just from weird POVs, I think it counts. It was really fun to write from the perspective of Gloria and especially Hop. I'm absolutely self-indulgent in making some edits in there to what's actually happened in canon. I like having some wiggle room to work with, y'know?

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Calm After the Storm

Summary: After the adrenaline and dopamine that come with winning a battle, comes dealing with some immediate casualties. It turns out that, sometimes, adults can't take care of everything. Gloria and Hop learn their lesson on the field, in an elevator, a corridor, a hotel bedroom. (Or: a self-indulgent depiction of a scene Hop alludes to before your battle against Leon).

Fandom: Pokémon Sword & Shield

Wordcount: 3.1K words

Event hosted by @badthingshappenbingo​.

AO3 version available here.

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Sighing in relief, Gloria picks up the still-smoking ball she’s thrown onto Eternatus. Who knows what could have happened to the people of Galar if they had failed to defeat it… But that was her fear, an anxiety that didn’t get to become real thanks to their combined efforts, and now, she gets to smile with Hop and thank from the bottom of her heart the Sword and Shield from the legend who came to save their region. They’ve done most of the job, after all; and if she had a way to truly thank them, she’d have absolutely gone to the end of the world to do so.

Still, Zacian and Zamazenta leave shortly thereafter, forgetting to take the sword and shield they got invoked by. Hop grins wider than he’s ever had despite the dark rings under his shining eyes and messy hair strands, and she can’t be much more different than him at the moment. She puts away Eternatus’s ball in her bag and goes to hug her best friend as tightly as possible. In the ruin-like top of the tallest building of Hammerlocke, they forget about the darkness that almost engulfed them and everyone they’ve ever cared about and those they know only from view or say. They’ve made it, they’re both safe, and they can now go sleep for three days…

“Wait.”

 Hop, whose expression suddenly drops, lets go of her as he notices Charizard flying towards them. If they’re both washed over by flows and flows of relief, his brother’s most famous partner really isn’t, draconic features frowned. The poor guy, who still bears some bruises and scratches from weakening Eternatus with the rest of his team, is trying to tell them something.

“I think we’re forgetting something,” Hop tells her, worry rapidly painting all over his face. “We got so caught up in that fight that…”

“Now that you mention it, I do have that feeling too… Wait!”

That Charizard is…

“Lee!!”

 Hop rushes in the opposite direction to Charizard, pushing on his legs as if they had never experienced the raw power of Eternatus looming over the entire region. Gloria follows suite, her heart skipping a bit as she ignores the pain in her feet, the purple half of the Master Ball Leon tried to throw before crackling under her sole.

When she stops, she sees her friend shaking his brother laying face-first on the floor. It seems like either Hop or Charizard has dragged him there in a hurry after Eternatus broke out of his attempt at catching it, leaving him in quite a pitiful state. There’s quite an heartache to have over seeing the Champion in such a disgraceful, painful-looking pose; and yet nothing beats the cries of urgency breaking out of Hop’s throat.

 “Lee, answer me!”

Gloria kneels to her friend’s level, making sure she isn’t accidentally stomping on anyone’s limbs. For a moment, the only sounds are Charizard’s wings flapping, Hop catching his breath and the peaceful wind blowing the dark red clouds away.

“He’s not waking up!” He says as he looks at her, restless and breathless, before going back to looking at his brother. “Lee, dammit, stop sleepin’ like that you big Slowpoke!!”

 In silence, she starts inspecting Leon. He’s got bruises all over his limbs from what she can see, cuts and scratches that sometimes are decorated with dried blood, and she doesn’t dare point out how… exhausted he seems. They all are, truth be told, but there’s something about seeing such an energic grown-up lying on the floor unable to wake up and get on with his day, that simply aches.

 Watching Hop trash around like that pains her just as much. The relief and joy they felt until they remembered about the third party who tried saving Galar before they had even gotten there in the first place is now gone, eaten away by brotherly instincts. She grabs him by the sleeve, shaking her head, as he stars at her, helpless.

“I don’t think he’s going to wake up anytime soon, Hop.”

“W-what are you…”

“We can’t do anything about it ourselves, can we? Let’s just bring him to someone who can.” She tries smiling to ease the distress in his eyes. “I’m certain the Champion’s just as tired as we are.”

Gloria knows that isn’t entirely true. Leon didn’t just fall asleep when all of this mess was going down, as he couldn’t have with how noisy and adrenaline-inducing Eternatus’ appearance was. However, this alone doesn’t give her the impulse to straight-up tell Hop about it. Nobody is going to leave this world today, she knows it, but in the meantime, can she really blame a boy for being worried about his sibling?

 “Yeah, you’re right,” he finally says as he gives his Dubwool a Repel and summons it out of his ball again. He smacks his cheeks and tries smiling. “Mind giving me a hand? Lee’s kinda too heavy for me to lift on my own…”

“No problem.”

She calls for her Cinderace to help them out, entrusting her first companion with being delicate when handling their Champion.

  -------------------

Going down from the top floor of the tower is slow. Neither of them is speaking: they’re both too tired and too speechless for that. Gloria doesn’t even know if her words would make things better or worse: what is she supposed to say, in that kind of situation? Instead, she just stands her, fumbling with her

Hop’s eyes never leave his brother, even when he blinks, lying on his Dubwool who shows little signs of still being amongst them aside from his chest rising and falling. Dubwool himself is very static: it may be the fatigue of the wild day they’ve all experience, it may be the worry of his Trainer transmitting itself to him, it may be something else.

 There is no Macro Cosmos employee to fight against them and no music in the lift that people she had never met before were praising to them something like an hour ago. She glances, from time to time, to Dubwool, to Leon, to Hop, and everything else feels too silent now that tension has died down. If there was too much noise before, there is now too little left of it.

Yet, Gloria prevents herself from humming to pass the time. It just doesn’t feel right to suddenly break into a song when there is so much on all of their hearts, even if it’s to alleviate that weight, so she remains silent. She doesn’t like any single bit of the aura of mourning this gives to the situation, the heaviness of the air, the tapping of their feet echoing as they impatiently wait for the elevator to go down. Nothing about this feels right.

 It should’ve been a time to celebrate. They should’ve been chattering away like birds, discussing the tournament, the Gym Challenge, stuff kids are supposed to be hyped about, right? They’ve just saved the world. They should feel nothing but relief and happiness; and yet, she can only see Hop ball up his fists in his pants’ pockets, silent, head hanging down with his eyes fixated on one person.

If she was trying to convince herself earlier that Leon may have fainted, but could have just fallen back asleep when they were fighting Eternatus (that barely makes sense, but she supposed that, if you were tired and a heavy sleeper enough…), the fact he’s reacted to nothing until now, not even the monstrous cries of Eternatus, the vigour of Zacian and Zamazenta, the frantic screams of his brother or being moved around, can only tell her he’s comatose.

And that word stings her tongue.

 “Y’know, that’s kinda stupid, when I think about it.” Hop suddenly says, trying to draw a smirk on his face.

“What do you mean?”

“I know Lee’s gonna be alright. He’s always been alright, even if he’s scared Mom and Dad before. I’m sure he gave Sonia heart attacks while on their Gym Challenge. There’s no reason he won’t be now, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Lee’s the undefeated Champion of Galar, and yet, I’m scared for him and all… That’s dumb, I know it, but… But I can’t not worry! He should’ve woken up by now, right?”

She doesn’t know quite to respond. Mom often says fear can be an irrational feeling or reaction… but it doesn’t sound like a rightful explanation.

 “He’ll be fine, sure, but when?”

Gloria doesn’t have an answer to give him, or, at least, no answer that’d sound truthful yet optimistic. Hop shakes his head and goes back to being silent, putting the hat falling out of his brother’s head back on top of it. Over and over again.

 When the elevator’s doors open, she lets go of a breath she’s held for too long.

 ---------------

 Truth be told, Sonia didn’t plan on watching the championship unless Hop or Gloria made it to the finals. She was somewhat blissfully unaware of the surprise cancellation, only learning it when she saw the two kids running past her and into the Slumbering Weald, barely getting an explanation on the situation from them. Thus, she only flew to the bubbling, buzzling Wyndon when learning about what had happened with Eternatus and the Chairman and all that jazz. It’d still serve as study material, even if she had other reasons to attend…

A surprise was waiting for her there and, like most surprises in her life, it wouldn’t be a good one.

 What she finds in Wyndon is people stuck between shock and relief and an aura of worry. People speak amongst them, some recognize her, and she tries her best to sneak her way into the hotel where Nessa told her to go. Her friend was fairly vague in her wording, mentioning she could be interested in what had unfolded for her research. Her voice sounded less confident than usual and she could hear, from the other side of the line, the discussions amongst themselves of other familiar voices, mostly Leaders’. The only thing she was able to clearly distinguish was, however, Milo asking Nessa if she wanted a drink. How mindful of him.

That’s only the first layer: she’s allowed into the hotel fairly easily for being the new regional professor, much to her wallet’s relief considering how pricy and luxurious this hotel seems to be, and plans on heading to the floor Nessa told her the number of. However, instead of going through with it, her eye immediately spots Hop on an inferior floor, pacing in the corridor, taping his foot whenever he stops, hands deep inside his pockets.

 When she engages the conversation, he seems far less optimistic than she’s mostly seen him be. He seems somewhat evasive, trying to escape a conversation, as if time’s running out. She can only point that out.

“You look like you’re in a hurry, Hop, what’s wrong?”

“Lee’s not waking up.”

The sentence pinches something inside of her.

“You can’t possibly mean this man is sleeping peacefully when he’s meant to battle Gloria as soon as possible, right?”

“That’s because he’s not sleepin’.”

 Before Hop can add anything, Sonia opens the door behind him, an alarm ringing in her head with a bloodcurdling shrill. That’s what was giving her the weird feeling about this entire situation! Of course he’d have called to tell her how excited he was about this entire thing, he’d have posted about it on his social media, and if not him, then it’d have been Hop.

Sonia doesn’t remember having ever seen Leon comatose, or having to worry about that before, so she busts open the door and gets her fears confirmed in an explosion of silence.

----------------------

Hop’s sitting on a chair, waiting. He got tired of pacing, and so did the hotel staff, so instead he’s sitting on a chair next to a bed. At some point, there was Sonia with him, before she had to go do something else. At another, there was Raihan pretending not to care (and really being bad at it). At yet another, there was Gloria yawning her jaw out. Time’s been slow. He knows these people were there for less than an hour each.

Actually, it’s only been something like three hours at most. Time’s just been really, really slow. He fiddles with Dubwool’s Ball in the meantime, ears wide open for the smallest sound, fingers impatient. It’s night outside, which he sees through the mostly-closed curtains to the black sky and little yellow dots from the never-sleeping Wyndor.

 His eyes flutter with the wind. It’s hard to stay awake now that the fatigue of the past few days settles down and the adrenaline of saving Galar is fading away. It’s too calm to stimulate him and yet, clutching on the hope that his brother really is sleeping, he doesn’t want to disturb his rest. He hopes Gloria has managed to find a way to fall asleep and that she’s having some beautiful dreams while he stays here, as a vigil.

He puts away Dubwool’s Ball for a bit and just stares at his brother. Lee looks oddly peaceful, lying like this in a comfortable and silky-soft bed, despite the circumstances he’s found himself in and the crease his eyebrows are making. It’s odd to see him without his signature hat, or his cape, or even just being the Champion. It’s weird seeing him that way after spending so much years only seeing him through the screen of the telly. For once, he feels like the stronger sibling.

That should’ve satisfied him, or at least given him some joy, but all he can think about is how wrong it’s rubbing him. It’s not meant to be. Not that way, at least.

He yawns like a Snorlax, sustaining his head up with faulting elbows. He can’t exactly see Lee’s little injuries here and there as most of his body is covered by a blanket, even if the band-aid on his cheek already says a lot; and so does seeing his uniform displayed on hangers in the room and his cap neatly put on a bedside table, untouched, its crown pattern hidden in the shadows. He can’t turn on the lights more than just the lamp on the table in case Lee opens his eyes and gets blinded by the brighter ones of the ceiling. The darkness doesn’t help him stay awake, but it just has to be that way.

He’s no Champion of Galar, and he may never become one unlike what he’s promised to himself ever since Lee became the undefeatable; yet it’s like he’s the one in charge tonight.

 -------------------

 A gentle shake on his shoulder makes him slowly open his eyes, clarity coming to him in a burst. It takes a while for him to truly come back to the surface, as if his sense were numb with tiredess. Finally creaking an eyelid open, he notices there’s someone else awake, lit by the gentle morning sky seeping through the curtains..

“Hop?”

He releases a sigh of relief. That’s finally something good and worth rejoicing over.

 “Lee?! Since when have you been awake?”

His brother looks a little confused, and the dark rings and bruises haven’t entirely disappeared, but nonetheless, he smiles.

“Not much… You should go to bed, Hop, it’s late.”

His yawn gets interrupted by Lee getting back on his arms, exposing a couple bandages on his forearms in the process. He jumps wide awake, as if he had never felt comatose in the first place.

“What are you doing?!”

“I’m gonna go on with my day,” he visibly winces when tucking away the strands of hair that have stuck themselves all over his face. “I’ve slept for long enough.”

“W-wait, don’t get up!”

 It’s the pain in his bandaged shoulder, of which he can see a bit of under the right sleeve of the sleepwear they gave him, that actually makes Lee lie back down, not his words, and he knows that.

“You’ve been out cold for a while, and you’re hurt and stuff, you shouldn’t be moving!”

“I didn’t know you became a doctor while I wasn’t looking, Hop”, his brother laughs as he scratches his head.

“Very funny, Lee,” he laughs back, “but that’s what the doctors said while you were knocked out. You’ve really made us worry!”

“Hah… I passed out before Gloria and you saved the day, right?”

 The tone drops in mood. It’s like rubbing salt in a wound he thought was closed.

“…Yeah. Charizard dragged you to safety after he protected us. I guess you really saw nothing of that…”

“I haven’t, I’m sorry. I should’ve taken care of it myself.”

“I was terrified to see you get knocked out like that… And you wouldn’t wake up! It’s like you didn’t react to anything around you!”

Lee scoffs. “I really was out cold, huh… Well, don’t worry, it’s all good now. Gloria and you have saved Galar and everything’s back to normal, right?”

He nods.

“Good. It’d have been terrible if either of you had gotten injured. Now, if you’ll excuse me,” he tries getting up again, slower, gentler, and it’s still not okay because he’s still wincing at each move he makes, “I have a match to dispute against this year’s challenger…”

“You’re not in a condition to have a battle, Lee!”

 His brother stares at him for a few moments, silent, before smiling again.

“If I stay here, will you go get breakfast?”

“For you too or just –”

“For you. You’re tired, go back to sleep.”

Hop can’t prevent himself from proving the point by yawning. He’s sore from the weird position he’s fallen asleep in…

“Okay, okay; but you stay here, right? Otherwise I’m gonna send you Sonia or Raihan!”

Another chuckle ensues.

“Wouldn’t want to be scolded at by Sonia, I must have scared her us enough. See ya later.”

“See ya, Lee,” he says as he gets up, almost falls from how wobbly his legs are, and gets out of the room.

 There’s undeniable irony in the fact that, right before leaving the room, he notices Lee has fallen back asleep. Seems like the comatose state didn’t constitute as proper rest. Better get some food and sleep before he follows.

On the way out, he spots Sonia, who enters the room right afterwards. Passing by her, then in the corridors, he stops in front of a window giving onto the busy streets of the city. The heart more at peace, he finds that the sun has never shone this bright in Galar.

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[i-see-thevision]

Phoenix

Part of ‘Heaven or Hell’ my Stray Kids Demon/Angel!au Series

Name: Lee Felix

Status: Fallen Angel

Special Abilities: Pyrokinesis

Summary: As a Guardian Angel, Felix was expected to protect his assigned human. But, what happens when he thinks he was assigned the wrong human? 

Felix found out the hard way.

Word Count: 5.9k

Warnings: Some Violence; Brief Mentions of Domestic Abuse; General Angstiness

A/N: A little different, lots of flashbacks. Had a fun angsty time writing it tho.

• • •

The August summer was beyond hot. The temperature was almost at 100, peaking at a blistering 98 degrees. It was sweat inducing the moment anyone stepped outside. And the lack of a breeze only made the unwavering heat worse.

Felix stood beside a bus stop. Not waiting for a bus, simply maintaining a nonchalant, ‘just another stranger’ vibe while keeping his eyes on you. Making sure you were safe and out of harm’s way. He silently tisked himself, but continued nonetheless.

He watched as you walked hand in hand with your boyfriend. A bright smile graced your lips, highlighting your beautiful features. Your hair fell against your back, flowing occasionally by the gust of wind that seemed to only blow for you. 

The heat seemed to not affect you, at all. If anything, you seemed to be thriving in it. You couldn’t have looked more at peace, he thought. Then, his gaze shifted to the one holding your hand, your boyfriend...

Felix’s assigned human.

Park Jae Jin. The boy Felix was supposed to be protecting. But ever since said boy began acting less worthy of a Guardian Angel, Felix has been turning his attention to you, his girlfriend. 

You seemed to be the exact opposite of how his human had be acting lately. You were kind hearted, generous, caring, overflowing with cuteness. Felix wonders daily why you don’t have a Guardian Angel since you clearly have a pure heart. He wonders sometimes if maybe there was a mistake in Heaven and you were supposed to be his assigned human and not your boyfriend. 

‘A mistake in Heaven’ Felix chuckles at his own words. Like anyone in Heaven would even admit to that if there was. 

Felix sighed. A newfound action that seemed to be occurring more and more lately. 

His human’s disposition only seemed to decline further as the days went on. He started to push you around a little and Felix couldn’t stand it. However, you were not the one Felix was supposed to be protecting so, in accordance to the Guardian’s rules, he was refraining from stepping in. But soon the pushing around turned into something much, much more sinister. Jaejin went from yelling at you and calling you horrendous names to physically shutting you up with a slap one night. 

And Felix snapped.

He shifted to Heaven the exact moment it happened and demanded he be reassigned to protect you. When God denied his request, Felix argued that it was absolutely ridiculous that Park Jae Jin was given a Guardian Angel since he was an abusive asshole and most definitely did not have a ‘pure heart.’ 

He argued that God was wrong, and that did not fly well with the very being that created him.

The argument lasted only a few more sentences before Felix’s wings were taken from him and he was cast out of Heaven, permanently. 

Felix shot up in his bed. It took him a few seconds to blink through the darkness of his bedroom. He could hear his breathing though, it was heavy. He was sweating, out of anxiety, not heat. It was the middle of December, it wasn't even hot anyways. 

He threw his legs over the edge of his bed and took a couple deep breaths before he stood up. Slipping his slippers on, he made his way to the kitchen, switching all the lights on in his wake. 

He pulled a mug from one of the cabinets, filling in with water. He wrapped both hands around the mug and watched as the water came to a boil. Unfazed by the miraculous action, he grabbed a peppermint tea bag and placed it in the water. 

He let his thoughts reel once more while the tea steeped. 

“I should find her.” Felix said to himself. “I should find her and answer the questions she most definitely has.” He sighed, holding his head in his hands. 

He let silence come over him once more, willing the voice in his head away. Willing his heart to make any sense. He knew what the problem was, that was for sure. He knew where his feelings laid, knew who they were so strong towards. 

Knew who his heart belonged to.

He walked over to the living room, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around himself. It was more for the comfort factor than to keep warm. The cold was the least of his worries, at the moment.

He walked back into the kitchen, grabbing his mug and taking a sip of the peppermint tea inside. He let his eyes fall shut as the warm liquid slid down his throat. He wished that all the events that happened that day would just vanish from his memory. That way he wouldn't be conflicted right now. That way he would be able to sleep peacefully at night. 

Another sigh. Felix’s elbows rested against the island counter in his kitchen, his posture slumped over in one of exhaustion. Despite his sleep deprived mind, he recalls the events of that fateful day just last week...

Felix had been on earth for nearly two months now. Two months of making sure you were safe. After being banished to Earth, Felix made it his mission to protect you regardless if he was a Guardian anymore or not. Park Jae Jin no longer had a Guardian and he was no longer Felix’s to look after. So naturally, his attention shifted to you.

Despite not being a Guardian anymore, Felix still didn't want to show himself to you. All that would do is confuse you and probably add to anxieties you were already harboring internally. 

So from a distance, Felix kept his eyes on you. He intervened subtly when Jaejin would get a little rough with you. One time, Felix set the very edge of your ‘oh so loving’ boyfriend’s sweatshirt on fire to stop him from tugging on your wrist so hard. It worked beautifully, to say the least.

It was through little things like this that Felix protected you. Though, the thought of just setting your boyfriend’s house on fire while he was sleeping and you weren't there crossed his mind more times than Felix would like to admit. 

What? It would solve all your problems AND throw God a big ol’ fuck you.

Nonetheless, Felix never set your boyfriend’s house on fire. He was better than that. He was trained as a Guardian Angel for crying out loud, that training doesn't exactly leave you in a couple months. 

But one night, while Felix was sitting on your fire escape after feeling particularly uneasy about your boyfriend being there, he finally snapped.

He had felt weird all day, something in him changing. Like his good boy Angel mindset was finally fading. And on top of that, he felt a strange vibe coming from your boyfriend. Once of malicious intent. 

He had stayed close in the distance to you guys all day, making sure you weren't in danger from anything. Specifically from Jaejin. 

And the day was pretty uneventful, other than the particularly harsh words that Jaejin spat after you accidentally bumped into him. But that was entirely your boyfriend’s fault. 

It wasn't until he followed you guys back to your apartment that he felt that strange vibe coming from your boyfriend. Something was off, something wasn't sitting well with him and he could feel it. It was tugging at him like a child wanting attention, or like a puppy begging for a treat. 

Felix sat on your fire escape, completely on edge, waiting for something to go wrong while he was there. 

And boy, did something go wrong.

Shattering the silence Felix sat in, your blood curdling scream echoed through the air. Not even thinking about the consequences, Felix jumped off the fire escape and into the nearest window. Landing on the carpet of, presumably, your  dark bedroom. He shot out of the bedroom, in the direction of your please and whimpers. 

As soon as Felix reached the kitchen, the sight before him made his blood boil. 

There you sat, on the kitchen tiles, your back up against the wall. Above you stood Jaejin, holding a knife and threatening your life before Felix’s very eyes. Tears were streaming down your face and little sobs were leaving your lips. A bruise was clearly forming under your left eye and it looked like your lip was busted. Felix was infuriated.

“HEY!” He thundered, catching both your’s and Jaejin’s attention. “You think it’s funny to threaten the life of your girlfriend?”

Felix wasted no time in forming a ball of flames in his palm, eliciting Jaejin to drop the knife he was threatening you with. Fear now evident behind his eyes.

“Who the hell are you?” Jaejin spat, but it was clear he was trembling. 

“The guy who’s gonna stop you from abusing your girlfriend.” Felix seethed, scarily calm before throwing the ball of flames in your boyfriend’s direction. Just as the flames burned the sensitive skin of his face, Felix stepped forward and twisted your boyfriend’s arm behind his back, slamming his face down against the kitchen counter. 

“If I ever see you with her again, I will end your life myself.” Felix whispered harshly against his ear. “Understood?” Jaejin didn't answer. 

‘Stubborn as always.’ Felix thought. So he added a little incentive, heating up the hand that was holding his wrist until Jaejin couldn’t take it. 

Jaejin nodded his head as a whimper left his lips. A satisfied smirk graced Felix’s lips and he reluctantly let go of him. Like clockwork your boyfriend sprung up, holding his wrist, and sprinted out of your apartment that instant.

Felix turned his attention to you, once the door clicked shut. 

“Are you okay?” He knelt down to your level, his voice much softer now, his gaze as well.

You couldn’t speak, too much was happening and your head was spinning. You could feel yourself on the brink of hyperventilation. 

“I know you’re probably confused out of your mind right now, but I promise I’m not going to hurt you.” Felix tried to comfort, not wanting to see you so broken. 

You managed a nod, your breath slowing and your tears stopping. Your brain reckoned that this stranger just saved your life and you should be thanking him. But it also was trying to wrap itself around the fact that this stranger somehow ended up in your apartment as you were being held at knife point. And then somehow miraculously created a ball of flames in the palm of his hand in order to save you.

None of this made any sense. 

Felix could sense your panic, despite your calmer state. He knew being there was only causing you more stress. So reluctantly, he made the decision to leave.

“Just know you won’t be seeing him any longer. You’re safe now, y/n.” Felix assured before leaving your apartment. Making sure to round the building and land on your fire escape once more to close the window he jumped through. 

“I should find her...” Felix whispered into the silence once more. 

He left the kitchen, his head hurting. He headed back into his bedroom, setting his half empty tea down on his bedside table. He climbed into bed with a huff, turning his lamp off as he tried to find a comfortable position to sleep in. 

‘I hope you’re safe.’ Was the last thought on his mind before falling into a restless sleep.

• • •

It’s been a week since you last saw your now ex-boyfriend, Jaejin. A week since that fire wielding stranger broke into your house and saved you from your knife wielding boyfriend. A week since you last left your apartment. 

A week since anything made sense.

Concentration was not a concept you understood anymore. You couldn’t do anything but wander aimlessly around your apartment and wonder what the hell was going on. Luckily, you had Christmas break off from Uni so you didn't have to worry about missing any classes. Though your family did want you to fly home to see them, you’re simply not in the right mind to be having any human interaction. So, instead you just told them you needed to study for upcoming post-break exams and the other lame excuses for not flying home for the holidays. 

At the moment, you were sitting on the couch in your living room. Looking over at the kitchen you were nearly stabbed in. You have avoided walking in there besides getting something from the fridge on occasion. Eating hasn't really been constant since that night either. 

You still can’t wrap your head around the fact that it’s been a week already. It feels like just yesterday you were curled up on those kitchen tiles.

You also couldn’t get the thought out of your head that you had seen that stranger somewhere before. You could never forget that intense feeling of deja vu bordering nostalgia that flooded through you at the sight of him. Surprising yourself with how much calmer you felt in his presence. Almost like you body knew something your brain didn't. 

It was bizarre.

“Who the hell are you?” You questioned out loud to the ceiling. Finding it ironic that you were echoing the words of your ex-boyfriend that night. Those were the last words you heard from him, not having seen him since. 

Not that you were complaining.

This mystery stranger definitely did right by you, a fact you have concluded in your many hours of pondering. Pondering over who he was, who he is. Pondering over his ability to control fire, what he is. 

At first, you were mortified. At first, you wanted to leave town, leave the scary fiery monstrous thing that broke into your house. At first, you didn’t want to believe it.

But, that’s not how you saw it now.

Now, you were curious. Now, you wanted to know more about the odd fiery creature that saved your life. Now, you believed it.

The quiet, subtle voice in your head telling you ‘the supernatural is real’ was non stop. And it fucking terrified you. 

Being completely honest with yourself, the supernatural was one of your biggest fears. Even the doubt of their existence couldn’t stop the fear flowing through you at the scary paranormal movies, tv shows, stories.

But now that the doubt of their existence was gone, it was even more terrifying. Now you knew they were real? Now you had seen one? It was so much to take in. 

He knew your name.

That was another thought floating around in the mixture. 

How did he know your name? And where you lived? And when to come save you? Was he some weird protector sent to save you? Was he your supernatural stalker?

So many questions and none of them you could answer. You were just left with a sea of unanswered questions that flooded your mind. You felt you were drowning in them. You practically were.

*knock knock knock*

Your head snapped in the direction of the door, the sudden knocking saving you from your mental drowning. If only you knew how ironic that would soon become. 

You paused all movement momentarily to contemplate answering the door or not. Who would be knocking on your door at this time of night? What time was it even anyways? Your head turned to the clock hanging on the wall in the kitchen.

It was 3:28 am.

“Hell fucking no.” You whispered to yourself in disbelief. “There is no way I’m answering that.”

Your previous mental drowning then started up again.

What if it’s someone who got locked out of their apartment? What if it’s someone who’s trying to rob you?...

...what if it’s Jaejin?

You stopped asking yourself questions after that one. Too afraid to let your mind wander further. 

*knock knock*

You could feel your heartbeat accelerating. But nonetheless, your curiosity was killing you. You couldn’t handle another unanswered question. You just couldn’t, the unknown was eating away at your conviction.

You stood up, steadying your breathing in sync with your foot steps. 

Your heart was thumping in your ears as your hand shakily grabbed the doorknob. Twisting it and swinging the door open with more force than intended. And then your mind went completely blank.

“You?”

• • •

Felix woke up again. 

Every time he finally fell asleep, he could only see your terrified teary eyes staring back at him. So many questions behind them. So many questions he could just answer for you. 

He sat up once more, his gaze shifting to the half full mug of peppermint tea on his nightstand. His mind was racing. He wanted to go over there, just talk to you. Just ease your confusion. Just see your perfect little face again.

Felix sighed. He hated this whole unrequited love thing. Being in love with someone who doesn't even know you was complicated for sure. Being in love with someone who was probably terrified of you was even worse. But the pull was still there nonetheless.

On a whim, Felix made the split decision to go find you.

Without another thought, he stood up and threw on a new shirt. He pulled on a pair of grey sweatpants, not even bothering with jeans. He combed his hair back lightly with his fingers, grabbed his jacket and shoes and made his way to the front door.

His apartment was fairly close to yours, about a fifteen minute walk. And he assumed you would be there seeing as it’s like three in the morning. 

The December air was quite chilly. More so than Felix had anticipated. But staying warm was not exactly a problem for a pyrokinetic fallen angel, such as himself. All he had to do really was raise his body temperature a little and boom, warmth. But his abilities unfazed him. Not that he didn't want them or took them for granted, he simply knew a lot about pyrokinesis and what it often led to.

You see, Felix was the only pyrokinetic he knew of. He hadn't met another in Heaven nor here on Earth. He has heard plenty about other pyrokinetic creatures but he’s never met another one personally. Though, if he was being completely honest, he’s glad he hasn't met another one. 

Pyrokinetic creatures were often known for being evil. Most pyrokinetics were, in fact, demons or other not so good supernatural creatures. The fact that Felix was not only a pyrokinetic angel, but a pyrokinetic Guardian Angel, was extremely rare. He has had his fair share of assumptions made about him. And many of the other guardians assumed those assumptions to be true after Felix was banished to Earth. Assuming he had “finally turned to the dark side like the rest of his kind.” 

But none of that was true. Felix wasn't evil. Sure he had a hot temper, but who doesn't? He hated that people feared him his whole life. He hated that angels judged him his whole life. He hated being viewed how other pyrokinetics were viewed, as evil, destructive creatures. But he did not hate his powers, that was for sure. He saw his powers as a gift and didn't squander them as an insignificant thing. He was just so accustomed to using them, that it was second nature for him now. 

His thoughts were broken by your apartment building coming into view.

“Well here we are.” He said to himself, his chest feeling a little tighter. 

Upon entrance, he knew where to go. So he made his way up to the fifth floor, not bothering with the elevator. He didn't like the idea of standing idle for seven minutes while his thoughts festered. Taking the stairs meant something for his brain to think about rather than what on earth he was going to say to you if you were even awake at this hour.

Maybe he could just say ‘I’m here to answer your questions.’ 

No, no that’s super creepy. Don’t say that. Just be casual and apologetic, Felix that's all you gotta do. 

The fifth floor came sooner than he wanted. Enjoying the slight procrastination he could do in the stairwell. 

But no, he had come all the way here. If you were awake, he was going to talk to you. So, he slowly walked up to your apartment door and lifted his closed fist, ready to knock. And without another thought, that’s what he did. 

• • •

“You?” Confusion was probably the dominant emotion you were feeling at the moment. Fear and anxiety seemed to be washing away by the familiar presence in front of you. “I was not expecting to see you, like at all.” You said with a hint of disbelief and slight sardonic humor. 

Felix was taken aback. 

Not only did you answer the door, but you didn't seem scared to see him there at all. You just looked incredibly confused, and rightly so. But you also had plenty of reason to be scared, so why were you so calm?

“And I was not expecting that reaction... like at all...” Felix retorted, falling into place with your disposition rather easily.

“What was it you were expecting?” You questioned, surprised by how quickly the fear vanished at the sight of him. Though, he did save you after all. 

“Well if I’m being quite honest, I wasn’t even expecting you to answer, nonetheless not be afraid.” He said, causing a slight smile to form on your lips.

“Why would I be afraid of you? You saved my life.” You stated matter of factly. 

Felix practically felt himself do a double take. 

“Okay, now I’m the one confused.” Felix squinted, shaking his head slightly. “How are you being so calm about this? I’m a stranger that broke into your house and, granted, saved you from that asshole you called a boyfriend, but then came knocking on your door at three thirty in the morning. How are you not a little bit concerned? Actually, I’m concerned that you’re not concerned about this.” Felix blurted out all at once. He was almost annoyed that you were just okay with all of this. He spent the majority of his guardian days looking out for you and here you are talking to a complete stranger that knows your address and you very when know he can manipulate fire. For lack of a better phrase, what the fuck is wrong with you?

You giggled. You giggled. 

“I can’t really explain it, I just feel safe in your presence.” You shrugged. Felix was dumbfounded. Never in a million years did he think this was how this conversation would go. 

You couldn’t deny that he looked incredibly confused. And you also couldn’t deny that he looked incredibly cute while confused.

“Do you want to come in, have some tea? Maybe explain what on earth happened last week?” You asked, opening your door further and gesturing inside. 

Felix still couldn’t comprehend that this was actually happening. And you could sense his baffled state, so you tried to clarify further. 

“If you wanted to hurt me, you would have done so already.” You stated simply. 

That seemed to resonate better with him. 

“Okay, good point. Peppermint tea would be lovely.” Felix said, giving up on his confusion and following you into your apartment. 

You were pleasantly surprised that he had the same taste in teas as you as you pulled a mug from your kitchen cabinet and placed it in front of him.

You turned to the stove and turned the kettle on before returning your attention to the mysterious boy sitting at your kitchen counter. Felix could tell you were looking at him in expectance, but he wasn't sure exactly what to say.

“I don't even know where to start...” He admitted rather sheepishly. A light blush gracing his adorable freckled face that you could now study better in the light of your kitchen.

“How about your name? As you seem to already know mine.” You suggested, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. His blush seemed to deepen at your affirmation.

“Felix.” He stated rather simply. No more, no less. You liked his name, thought it fit him well. As you’ve never met another Felix before, and you’ve never met another boy like him before.

“So, Felix.” You started, watching as his head perked up at the sound of your voice. “Above all the questions swimming in my mind, one stands out.” You admitted.

“And that would be?” Felix inquired, already figuring what the question was going to be. 

“What are you?” You asked, not hesitantly but cautiously. Incase it was a sensitive topic.

Bingo, he knew that was coming.

Felix sighed, feeling like your disposition would believe him but your human brain might not. Well, there was only one way to find out.

“Do you want the long version or the short version?” Felix mused, watching you ponder his question like it was a catechism. It made him smile slightly.

“Well what’s the short version?” You asked after pondering. 

“I’m a fallen angel.” He simply said. You nodded thoughtfully.

Fallen angel. You’ve read about fallen angels. You weren't entirely sure they existed then, but you sure as hell did now. 

“What’s the long version?” You asked, intentionally asking for the short version first. 

Felix chuckled, a sound that made your heart unknowingly beat a little faster.

“I used to be an angel in Heaven, a Guardian Angel to be specific. And I was assigned to protect... your ex-boyfriend.” He admitted hesitantly. 

“Jaejin?” You inquired, things starting to click despite your bewildered tone. 

“Yes, that bastard. I used to be his Guardian before my wings were taken from me and I was cast out of Heaven, and then fell to Earth.” Felix said, a bitter taste in his mouth at the mention of that douche.

You nodded along, completely agreeing with his views on your ex-boyfriend.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, how come you were cast out of heaven?” You asked, knowing he might not want to answer that. It was his life after all, not yours. 

Felix looked up at you, realizing what answering that question would mean. He hesitated because he would basically be admitting that he was in love with you. Maybe not directly, but you were smart and would probably figure it out fairly quickly. And you weren't going to get any other questions answered if he didn't tell you why he was even here in the first place. So he may as well just tell you.

You could sense his hesitation. Not wanting to push him further, you began to backtrack. 

“You don’t have to answer, I was just curiou-”

“You.” He cut you off.

You blinked a couple of times, this new revelation clearly not hitting you yet.

“What?” You tilted your head in confusion.

“It’s you. You’re the reason I fell.” Felix repeated himself, a little more matter of factly this time. You blinked again. Did you do this unknowingly?

“Me? I don’t understand... how did I make you fall? Whatever I did, I didn't mean to do it and I sincerely apologize cause’ that’s like a pretty huge thing to do to someo-”

“No, no!” Felix interrupted again, this time waving his hands disarmingly. “You didn't do anything to make me fall. You’re just the reason I fell because um... you’re the reason I did what I did to get cast out.” He clarified. 

Your shoulders visibly relaxed. “Oh, so what was it you did then?” You asked, silently connecting dots in your head.

The exasperated sigh that left Felix’s lips only further confirmed your hypothesis. But regardless, you let him continue.

“Alright so... first of all, not every human is given a Guardian Angel. Only humans that are deemed to have a ‘pure heart’ are given one. But not everything that happens in Heaven is flawless, unfortunately. And somehow, your ex-boyfriend got on that list.” Felix began to explain. 

“You’re saying that Jaejin has a pure heart?” You asked, incredulously. 

“No, I am most definitely not saying that. In fact, I believe that God made a mistake.” Felix cringed a little at his own words. “I believe that I was supposed to be assigned to protect you, not Jaejin. I believe you are the one with the pure heart, not him.” Felix grew more serious now.

You didn't respond, not trusting your vocal chords. You just motioned for him to continue, needing to hear the rest.

“So after I saw how he began treating you, I stopped looking after him and started looking after you.” Felix paused momentarily to see your reaction to his words. You seemed... surprised but not in a bad way. Just surprised. 

Suddenly the kettle began to whistle, making you both jump a little. You mumbled a quiet ‘just a sec’ before turning to the kettle and pouring the now hot water into both your’s and Felix’s mugs, followed by two peppermint tea bags. He thanked you as you handed him his mug, gingerly taking a sip. You took a sip of your own tea and nodded for him to continue. 

“But that night he actually hit you for the first time...” he continued, “I don’t know, I kinda just snapped.” 

He was hesitant, you could feel it. His features turned downcast the more he spoke. Like he was guilty about it all, like he was blaming himself. And you didn’t like that. 

Your hand moved forward to rest on his forearm, squeezing affectionately in hopes to show him you didn’t see him at fault here. 

Felix’s eyes lingered on when your hand lay. Just thoughtfully, imagining this being a different conversation. One where there was a happy ending. 

Felix shook his head lightly, getting back on topic. He was pleasantly surprised to feel your hand remain there while he continued. 

“After I saw that asshole hurt you, I shifted back to Heaven and demanded that God reassign me to protect you. I questioned the authority of the being that created me. I told him he was wrong...” Felix swallowed back his guilt, feeling the warmth of your hand on his arm. Feeling the reassurance radiating from your touch. “And that’s why I was cast out of Heaven.” He finished with a heavy exhale. 

That night he saved you from Jaejin made so much sense now. He didn’t even have to explain any further, you already understood. 

This boy, well... fallen angel, sitting in front of you right now has spent the majority of his existence protecting you. He got himself kicked out of Heaven because he believes you have a pure heart and wants to keep you safe. 

You suddenly felt so much appreciation and gratitude for the boy sitting in front of you. And a new emotion that washed over you like a tsunami, one you couldn’t ignore.

Felix was practically dying in your silence. The anticipation of your next words killing him. You seemed to be taking all of this immensely well, so he was hoping you wouldn’t tell him to get out and never contact you again. 

And your unpredictability continued as he watched you get up and walk around the counter to where he was sitting, a feint smile gracing your lips. You leaned down, and before he could react, your lips were on his. 

Felix’s eyes went wide, his body stilling. Was he hallucinating? Or were you actually kissing him right now?

But just as he was ready to test the waters and kiss you back you pulled away. 

“I love you too.” You said, rather confidently. Felix was now positive that this was a hallucination.

“What?” Was all he could manage to get out. His mind going haywire. How was this even happening? How were you just okay with all of this?

“Look, I realize that I’ve only just formally met you now. But I feel like I’ve known you my whole life. And you’ve known me for so long. And I just feel really safe with you. And you’re really, really cute with your little freckled face and I seriously think love at first sight is a real thing becau-“

Felix leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours, shutting up your blabbering. You didn’t pull away this time though, you leaned into his touch, his movements mimicking your own.

It was a short kiss, ending soon after it started. But what it meant was important. 

“Who said I loved you?” Felix smirked, his gaze turning playful. 

“Are you saying that you don’t?” You retorted, knowing he was full of it. 

Felix’s head fell back a little as he laughed, grabbing your waist and pulling you onto his lap. He left one hand there while the other drifted up to your face. His index finger lightly tilting your chin up so his lips could meet yours once again. 

This time for much longer. 

He took the initiative and coaxed your mouth open with a swipe of his tongue. You obliged, smiling into the kiss. You combed your fingers through his hair, adoring how soft and fluffy it felt. His lips tasted like the peppermint tea he had been drinking. And you couldn’t get enough of it.

His hands rested lazily on your hips, rubbing soft circles against the skin where your shirt had ridden up slightly. His hands were so warm, it felt like fire dancing against your skin. It wasn’t unwelcome though, the heat flowing through you felt amazing considering how cold it was outside. 

You pulled away, needing to breathe. Your chest heaved softly as you caught you breath, your eyes not leaving his perfect lips. 

But your gaze shifted up to his eyes when he started speaking. 

“I will always keep you safe.” He stated sincerely, his gaze turning serious. “That’s a promise.”

You couldn’t stop the corners of your mouth from tugging upwards. His words eliciting a giggle from you. This was indeed moving fast, but you couldn’t care less. You loved him. You really did. 

Felix sealed his promise with another kiss, and many many more after that. 

And he indeed kept that promise, your days being filled with his over protectiveness. He always had to hold your hand when outside, always answered the door first, literally never let you use knives. Sometimes you would whine about him being overbearing, about not being able to cook dinner properly without a knife. But, he would always eventually cave, especially if you referred to him as your boyfriend, it worked literally every time. 

“What if you cut yourself and bleed to death on the kitchen floor?” 

“That would never happen because my wonderfully perfect boyfriend would be there to save me.”

*dramatic sigh* “Fine... ONE KNIFE.” 

Some people might think he’s too protective. Some people might think that you rushed into things. Some people might think that dating a supernatural, pyrokinetic, ex-guardian angel was unwise. Or not because no one actually knows that but that’s besides the point.  The point is, 

You wouldn't want it any other way.

• • •

A/N: Thank you for reading the fifth installment in this series! This was super entertaining to write as it was based off of a dream I had. I wish the dream world was reality tbh who’s with me 

The next one will be Seungmin’s! And I am very very excited for that one because his character gives me peter parker vibes, it’s great. Anyways, thank you for reading and I hope you all have wonderful days, my lovelies! 

#lee felix #stray kids felix #stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids reactions #stray kids fanfic #angst #fluff #smut #heaven or hell #Demon!AU #angel au #demon au #skz #stay

[phoenixmakeswords]

Chapter 2: Broken Wings and Dragon Dreams

Trigger warnings: Mentions of past child abuse. Anxiety attack. Physical assault.

Word Count: 1494

Tag list: @vnsmiles

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I don’t know where I am at first when I wake up. I croak pathetically until he comes in.

“Hey. Hey. You’re fine. You’re okay. Nobody is gonna hurt you,” he soothes, taking slow steps towards me.

It makes me happy to see him. I headbutt his stomach lightly, being careful not to stab him with my horns.

“You’re so pretty. I need to get you checked out and get food for you.” He pets me as nicely as yesterday. He’s careful not to brush my feathers the wrong way, which I appreciate.

I chirp nervously when he takes me outside. I don’t wanna go.

“You’re safe.”

I don’t like getting in the bed of his truck today. I don’t know where he’s taking me. I pluck at my feathers anxiously during the trip.

He stops at an ivy-covered brown building. The parking lot is pretty full. According to the sign, it’s a clinic for things like me.

Is he going to put me down like a normal pet? What if he has me neutered? I fret, squealing in distress.

Aaron takes one look at the iridescent black feathers covering his truck bed and sighs, shaking his head. He doesn’t look happy.

“Stay. I’ll be right back. Please don’t eat the vet.” Raking a hand through his dark hair, he makes his way to the clinic door while I screech my protest.

I go back to pulling out my feathers. It helps.

Aaron comes back with a tall, chubby woman with dark auburn hair. Even from here, I can smell her: Pine and moss and ferns. She’s an Elf. The way she has her hair pulled back reveals the points of her ears.

“Oh, he’s beautiful!” she gasps.

“He started pulling out his feathers, so I’m not sure how pretty he’s gonna stay.”

I rasp at her, ruffling my feathers unhappily, when she reaches towards my head.

“I just need to check your eyes, pretty boy. It won’t hurt I promise,” she soothes, showing me the instrument.

I let her. I’m not happy about it. I croak the entire time, but I let her.

“You’re very noisy.” She pats my shoulder lightly. I flinch, screeching in alarm.

I almost plow into Aaron in my terror.

“Hey. You’re fine. You’re fine. It’s safe. Shh. Calm down.” He lets me bury my head into his stomach again and rubs my neck until I calm down.

Memories of before flit through my mind unbidden. Memories I wish I could forget.

“Leo, just breathe. Just breathe, baby. You’re safe,” he murmurs, squeezing my hand as I try to stop hyperventilating.

My broken ribs throb with each ragged breath. Agony has been my constant companion and I wish I could leave it behind.

“He threatened to kill me, Aaron,” I finally choke.

“I thought you weren’t out?”

“I’m not stupid. Of course I’m not out. Sorry. I’m sorry.” I stiffen as I wait for him to start beating me too. “H-he suspects. And that makes me guilty.”

“Don’t be sorry. It’s okay. I know you’re not stupid, okay? Do you have a plan?” He rubs his thumb in slow circles over the back of my hand.

“I don’t want to lose you.” That’s what kills me the most. If we break up, there’s no guarantee the abuse will stop. No guarantee we’ll get back together. And I can’t do that.

I duck my face to hide the tears stinging my eyes. I don’t feel like crying in front of him.

“Lee. I’ll hold you if you want.” His voice holds no judgement. Nodding, I clamber into his lap and bury my face in his shoulder.

This is the safest I’ve felt in forever. And I’m on the verge of losing that.

“How’s your back?” he whispers. I know what he’s not asking: Did he use his belt again? Will it hurt if I touch you?

I shake my head miserably.

A sharp prod to my bad wing drags me from my memories. I drop to the pavement, duck my head under my good wing and wait for it to be over. It’s easier that way. Hurts less.

“Do you know what happened?” the Elf demands.

“No. I saw the scars, but that’s all I know.”

“His wing looks broken. I’m not touching him until he calms down.”

When I finally pull my head out from under my wing, I just lie on the pavement and shake. I don’t move. I don’t complain. I’m just done.

“I would say he’s flightless from the look of the wing. Other than that, he’s physically healthy. Mentally, he’s a mess. I’ve never seen a dragon with this level of anxiety before. I suggest getting him some toys, make sure he has plenty of enrichment. If he doesn’t settle in and is still feather picking and anxious, he might need medication,” she says once she’s finished with me.

“Is there like a pet store where I can get toys for him? And how much food will he need?”

“Yeah, actually. It’s on the edge of town where Pizza Hut used to be. They have dragon feed there. It’s nutrient dense and cheaper than trying to keep him in meat. You can always let him hunt as long as he doesn’t eat anyone’s dog. It’d be good for him.”

“Cool. Now can I take him in there or no?”

“He can go in, as long as it doesn’t stress him more.”

“Thank you, Willow.” He gives her a warm smile.

I curl up in the bed of his truck while he goes to pay. I’m so stressed my stomach hurts.

The store is busy. It’s full of screaming children and cranky parents and the calls of different animals. It’s too much.

I’m completely checked out by the time he gets me to the toys. I don’t care. I don’t want to be here. I just want to go home where the people aren’t. Where it’s quiet. Where people aren’t trying to touch me.

I bump his shoulder lightly with my nose.

“What’s up, buddy?” he asks cheerfully.

Croaking, I jerk my head towards the door. I need out of here.

He lets me stay in the truck bed while he goes back in. I’m safe here at least.

Something pokes my tail. Hard.

I raise my head tiredly to see who’s tormenting me now. I don’t feel like dealing with this.

Two teen boys grin at me wickedly. One of them has a stick. He pokes my back leg hard enough I flinch.

And that’s when they start beating me.

Aaron finds me cowering on top of a nearby SUV. I’m bleeding. The boys swat me across the face, opening a gash on my snout. I screech in pain but I don’t try to get down. I’m too scared.

“What are you doing to him?” Aaron shouts, sprinting towards us.

They just stare at him dumbly.

“Is this how your parents raised you? To harass innocent animals? In the store. Now.” His tone leaves no room for disagreement. The boys follow him inside, still clutching the bloodied stick.

I stay on the SUV. I am not getting down until he gets back.

Aaron still looks furious when he comes back. It makes me reluctant to go near him.

“I bought you a treat. I’m sorry they attacked you, buddy. Thank you for not eating them,” he murmurs, holding up a cow femur.

I take the femur from him tentatively. He might decide to bash me in the face with it.

“They made a mess of you, huh? Let’s get you home.”

I haven’t hurt this much since I broke my wing.

Aaron hums cheerfully as he sets up his spare room for me. I watch from the doorway as he unrolls a blue bed along the wall opposite the door.

“See? This is your bed. If you go poop outside, can you at least bury it so I don’t step in it?” He cuts open a roll of the food he bought me and dumps it in the raised feeder by the door. He adds a second roll to it before putting water in the second bowl.

The food smells gross. Like wet cat food mixed bad eggs and blood. But, hey, I’m hungry.

“You’re gonna be alone tomorrow while I’m at work, so I’ll probably put your breakfast in one of the puzzle toys.”

I nod. I would rather hunt, but I can’t exactly say that. At least the food tastes better than it smells.

I ruffle my feathers when he begins checking out my scrapes from the kids. I’ll be fine. Yeah, I’m in pain, but I’m not exactly a stranger to beatings.

Once he’s done poking and prodding, I burrow under the blanket he put on my bed. My anxiety has worn me out.

Maybe I’ll somehow shift back while I’m asleep. I’ve never missed being human as much as right now.

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Against Regulation

Yay! Here is one of my commissions that I finally got completed! I’m still cleaning up @wafflii‘s even though she says she’s happy with what I gave her. This one was for @azm0n and is JoeyXDep/JosephXDep, leaving it up in the air if August gets together with either of them.

  The small building in front of her was both welcoming and intimidating. Recently transferred into Hope County, August Guiterriez was the fresh-faced Junior Deputy Sheriff, having come from large cities she had felt that the rural area would be a good change of pace once she graduated from the academy. She pulled her hair back and straightened her uniform. She felt better in the uniform than she had in her pencil skirt and blouse. She didn’t do feminine very well, in her opinion. It didn’t matter what her friends told her; she knew what she saw when she looked in the mirror. But she liked to try. Because maybe one day, one day she could see what her friends saw too.

 “Well, are you gonna stand there or go inside?” A voice with an Australian accent asked. She turned sharply and there was a man a little taller than her standing there. He had a soft scruff on his face, cinnamon brown hair, and warm brown eyes. He was smiling at her and she realized it was Doctor Lee, the psychiatrist that evaluated criminals to see if they were fit to stand trial as well as offering criminal profiles. He was there at her interview because he also evaluated the members of the department.

 “Just nervous I guess.”

 “Don’t worry mate. Once this probationary period is over, you’ll be an official Deputy and we can drop that stupid ‘Junior’ part.” He chuckled and gently touched her shoulder; she caught the glimpse of a silver wedding band on his finger before he released her and headed for the doors. “But that period can’t even start is ya ain’t in here.” She straightened up and nodded. She needed to meet the other members of the department. She could do this. She passed the academy with flying colors. She walked into the building and was stopped by a kindly elderly woman with greying red hair and soft green eyes.

 “Hello, you must be the new Deputy!” She smiled brightly and nodded. “I’m Nancy and I run the front desk. Nobody in or out without me knowing. Everyone’s waiting for you, go on in honey. Nice to see you Benny!” She felt a little relieved and walked in. Ben gave her a light pat on; Whitehorse was waiting for her with several other people. Ben moved from her shadow her and around to stand beside Whitehorse and a woman with blonde hair pulled up in a bun. Her eyes were a sharp icy blue and though her face was covered in freckles she looked menacing.

 “Everyone, this is our newest member: Augustine Guiterriez. Treat her with respect and make sure you show her the ropes.” Whitehorse called and the other people looked at her. She blushed and fidgeted slightly under the attention.

 “Welcome.” A man with long brown hair said with a grin. “I’m Staci Pratt. The sulky one is Joey Hudson.” August looked over and was blindsided by one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen. Hudson punched Pratt in the arm.

 “I wouldn’t be sulking if someone remembered my coffee.” She hissed before smiling and August swallowed. “Nice to meet you. I’ll be your partner.” She held out her hand and August took it. Her hands weren’t soft but they were oddly gentle in their firm pressure.

 “Please call me August.” She managed and Hudson smiled.

 “Joey then. I’m sure you’ll do great.” There was a strange sort of determination in her voice but the source of it was lost on August. Someone coughed and she turned to see the blonde woman.

 “Name’s Mercy Stein. I’m the leader of the EMT and Search and Rescue branch of the Sheriff’s department.”

 “Aren’t those supposed to be two branches?” August blinked.

 “Oh, you are a city kid.” She chuckled and there was an odd lilt to the way she rolled some of her letters. “’Fraid I ain’t gonna steal her after all then.” She shrugged and motioned in a circle.

 “Everyone you see in this room makes up the law enforcement for the whole of the County. There aren’t any cities out here, there’s only two towns and everything else is villages. Hell, the hospital is in next county over. It’s why I’m a double branch and our station is up in the mountains. And why I’m the only one here. Speaking of I gotta go. It was nice meeting ya. Hope we work well together.” She shook August’s hand and then headed for the door. August turned to face her other coworkers. Ben was smiling warmly at her and gave her a thumbs-up. She felt a lot more tension ease from herself. Then she glanced to where Joey and Pratt were arguing about who was supposed to bring coffee and felt a new tension take its place. She could totally do this. She was a professional.

  August didn’t get to see Mercy very much at work, but that wasn’t surprising. It was nice however to sit in the bar, the Spread Eagle (which she snorted at the title the first time she heard it) and drink with her after a long shift. Sometimes it was easier to ignore her attraction to her partner than others. And sometimes Pratt loved to rag on her and tease her and be a frat boy. She understood that she was low man on the totem pole but sometimes it was a little much.

 “Staci being an ass again?” Mercy mused over the lip of her beer. They were sitting out in the small patio on the side of the bar, fairy lights above them on the wooden bodega they were under.

 “Oh my god yes! Ugh he’s just such a jerk.” August grumbled and took a long swallow from her bottle. “I mean I get it, I’m new but fuck off man. That shit got old three weeks ago.”

 “Look on the bright side, only a little over two months to go.”

 “Yuk don’t remind me.” She settled back into her chair. “At least Joey’s being understanding and standing up for me. She’s a great partner.” She smiled and when there was no following comment she looked over at Mercy.

 “You like Joey? Romantically?” August tensed faintly, recalling that Mercy was from the Rural South. “Ain’t exactly a good idea to date your partner.”

 “There’s nothing wrong with what?” She blinked and looked deeper at the blonde. She gave a faint smirk and pulled a pair of dog tags from around her neck, there was also a wedding band hanging from the chain, it looked like a man’s.

 “I won’t claim it’s a universal thing, but in the platoon of the Marines I was stationed in? No one gave a single fuck who or what you were interested in as long as you didn’t get us in trouble with it. I’ve lived by that motto since I was eighteen.” She settled the chain back down, below her shirt. “But if you were talking to my bible thumping bitch of a mother? Or any of my siblings other than Peter and Simon? You’d be 100 percent right in the stereotype.”

 “I’m sorry.”

 “Don’t be. It took my squad mate taking me down on the mats several times before the mentality stuck because of how I was raised. But back to the issue of you and Joey.” August blushed and hunkered around her beer.

 “I just… I think she’s bright and gorgeous and kind and funny and awesome.”

 “I’m not telling you not to pursue this but maybe you should talk about getting transferred to Ben or me then? Again, it’s not a great idea to date your partner, especially since it would have to be in secret.”

 “Right. Oh shit, that is in the handbook.”

 “If you were to transfer to Ben or me it wouldn’t be against the rules.”

 “I thought you didn’t want me.” August teased. Over the weeks Mercy had come to like her and take her under her wing for living in ‘the sticks’ as she sometimes called it. She had so many words, some of which she’d never heard before, for living in the rural end of nowhere.

 “Eh you ain’t so bad. And you can be taught. That’s the key thing. Some of those flunkies comin’ into my station think they know everything ‘cause they’ve had a little medical trainin’. Shit goes out the window when you gotta perform a tracheotomy in the dark while your partner’s fightin’ off bears and cougars who wanna eat your patient.” Mercy tended to slip into a drawl when she was annoyed or angry. “Shit’s fuckin’ annoying. Cunts oughtta get screened better but probie period gets most of ‘em.”

 “You’ve been spending a lot of time with Ben, huh?” August laughed a bit. That was one of his favorite curse words and he could often be heard grumbling it when he looked at the news. Mercy paused and gave her a confused look before she laughed and almost slammed her drink down. “What?”

 “Oh honey no. No, don’t get offended now. I jus’ realized we ain’t told ya. Benny and I are married. Have been since I got outta the service and he moved here to the states with me. Shit, ain’t I showed you pictures of our little girl?”

 “Dakota? She’s your daughter? I thought she was your niece!”

 “Fuckin’ little shit forced me through goddamned six hours of hard labor. She inherited my family’s dramatic genes.” Mercy chuckled and wiped a tear from her face. “But it does show that a relationship with a coworker is possible. Sure, Ben and I were married before we settled here and before we picked our jobs but we still work closely together. And don’t get sick of each other.”

 “I wow.” August was blown away but now that she looked back on it, Ben always stood beside her, and the wedding band on Mercy’s tags matched Ben’s. “Okay. So, after my probationary period is up you think I might be able to ask her out?”

 “Well I think you should test the waters before then but definitely put in to transfer as soon as you can so you can follow this.” Mercy took a drink. She chuckled faintly. “Can’t believe we didn’t tell you. Shit’s insane.”

 “I’m trying to wrap my head around the pair of you.”

 “We met while I was on vacation in India. You get leave and sometimes it’s not long enough to go home. Or Home isn’t an option.” Her eyes darkened. Mercy didn’t speak much of her family but August did know she didn’t have good relationships with anyone but her twin brother and her youngest brother. “He was there taking a break from studying. Needed to find himself or something. It was a dark time for him. I don’t ask too much just remind him he survived it. But we met because we were in the same hotel and were pretty much the only tourists that spoke English. We spent two weeks hanging out and doing dumb things together. We thought we’d never sea each other again. Until a year later, I took my leave and went to Australia. And it’s a small world apparently. We met up for every one of my leaves after that and kept in contact. It ended up a coin flip that decided he move to America with me. We got married a few months later. Dakota came along after we settled here in Hope.”

 “That’s so romantic. It’s like you were destined.”

 “Maybe. Anyway. We were trying to talk about you.”

 “Yeah but I’m not as interesting as that.”

 “Of course you are! August you’ve got a lot going on for you. But I get it if you feel like you have to hold back. Sometimes it isn’t easy fitting into a department and risks aren’t always worth the reward.” Mercy gave a soft sigh. August looked to her friend and smiled.

 “I think you’re right. I need to test the waters. I shouldn’t jump in without knowing if transferring randomly will be worth it. Or if I’ll lose a friend.”

 “The Spring Equinox Festival is coming up. Ask her to that. Makes for a good casual date.” Mercy offered and finished her drink. “You finished? It’s about that time.” August drained the last of her drink and stood up.

 “Oh my god, it makes so much sense why Ben’s always picking us up.” Mercy snorted and they headed to the bar to settle their tab. There was a man with slicked back hair and nice clothing there, talking with Mary-May. She was glowering at him and turned to look at them as soon as she could.

 “Come to settle your tab?” Her voice was icy.

 “Are you bothering Ms. Fairgrave?” Mercy’s voice had shifted, matching her now tense posture. The man smiled benevolently and wrapped his knuckles on the wood of the bar.

 “Well hello Ms. Stein, I worry about a woman of healing sinning in a place like this. Drink does terrible things to the hands. And mind.” Her voice was velvety, dark, but most importantly contained a familiar accent. It sounded very similar to Mercy’s.

 “Well, bless your heart, John Seed. But there ain’t a thing to worry about with me. See, I believe that a person is defined by their actions and not an outdated book.” She smiled, all teeth. “But since you love to thump those pages you might revisit the chapter on neighbors, wives, and coveting.” The man’s face turned red but his smile never dropped. His bright, bright blue eyes moved around Mercy and pinned August. Those were very intelligent eyes.

 “I don’t believe you’ve introduced me to your friend. Hello I’m John Seed, privet Lawyer.”

 “August Guiterriez, I’m the newest Deputy.” He held out his hand and August would have shaken it if Mercy were still standing between them.

 “I suppose I shall try again tomorrow night then Ms. Fairgrave? When your father’s in?” He lowered his hand and looked to her.

 “He’ll tell you the same damned thing. Now get outta my bar.” He held up his hands in mock surrender and left.

 “What was up with that?”

 “That was John Seed. He’s the youngest of the Seed Brothers. You’ll meet them soon enough. Jacob is the oldest, likes to sulk around the Veteran’s center, then there’s Joseph, he’s the one who brought them here and he’s a preacher. His… Cult of Christianity is known as the Project at Eden’s Gate.”

 “You don’t like them?”

 “It’s not about that. It’s…” Mary-May sighed. “They’ve tried to get my father to close the bar because it’s against their ‘morality’ to have a house of drink. They ran the strip club right out of town. John’s been buying up all the property he can get his hands on and they’re so secretive about what they do. Now look. I ain’t gonna tell someone their version of God is wrong. But when their version of God starts trying to take my livelihood? Then we’re gonna have problems.”

 “There’s been more and more disappearances since they moved in too. Sometimes we find them and they… To be honest it looks like they overdosed on something but we can’t find the usual drugs in their systems.” Mercy looked at the door. “They’re dangerous, try to stay clear okay?” August frowned and nodded but looked towards the door. It didn’t seem right to discount them for some strange circumstances, though their attempts to shut down the Spread Eagle weren’t good. But they had good reasoning, maybe there was a peaceful solution?

  In the following two weeks August didn’t find any time to be alone with Joey, Pratt had figured out what she was doing and was using it against her.

 “If you’re not gonna help then shut up.” She hissed and he grinned at her.

 “I am helping Rookie.”

 “Your definition of helping is strange.” Ben’s voice cut in. Both jumped and turned to look at him.

 “You are so silent man!” He grinned and winked.

 “My wife taught me a thing or two about stealth. Something you might want a lesson in Pratt.” He settled on the edge of August’s desk. “How’s it going?”

 “I just can’t find the right words. Like I don’t wanna sound like I’m pressuring her, I don’t wanna sound like I want a date-date, and I don’t wanna sound too casual.” August groaned softly and put her head on her arms. Ben patted the top of her head.

 “I’m sure you’ll figure it out you’ve got a month and a half to go yet.”

 “Would you mind if I came over and had dinner with you guys and brainstorm with Mercy?”

“Come on Mercy can’t hold your hand the whole time.”

 “Advice and hand holding are two completely different things.” Ben stated stiffly and smiled at her. “I wouldn’t mind and Dakota always enjoys meeting new people.” She grinned and they settled in for another quiet day.

  Dakota, the rambunctious little girl, was just as bright and happy as all the pictures of her and videos implied. She squealed brightly and happily bounced around, showing off her large plush bear named Cheesy. Mercy smiled and welcomed her into their home.

 “And this is the kitchen.” August was given a tour by the tiny girl and Ben and Mercy laughed before Ben scooped the little girl up.

 “It’s time for dinner Kotie!” He teased and tickled her, causing her to shriek with laughter.

 “We’ll talk after dinner since it’ll be Ben’s turn.”

  Mercy and Ben’s home was cozy. Their den was more cordoned off from the living room where Ben and Dakota were working on the Kindergartener’s ‘homework’ of coloring a picture of their home.

 “So?”

 “I just don’t know what to say! How do I not come off as creepy, or too invested, or like a teenager with a crush?” August grumbled and Mercy nodded and settled into her seat.

 “Well I suppose it’s more about phrasing, asking her to go with to the festival definitely implies a deeper relationship wanted but asking to meet implies alone and a much more casual way.”

 “Yeah but how do I open? Hey Joey you wanna go to the Festival that’s like a month away and then possibly date me?”

 “I’d leave the ‘date me’ part off for now. But maybe ripping the bandaid off is the best approach?” The blonde offered.

 “Maybe. I just… What if?”

 “The world would be wasted on what ifs. If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be. Don’t torture yourself over this, kiddo.” August looked into sharp blue eyes and the friendly warmth there was enough to ease her fears, for the moment. “It’s okay to be nervous but you can’t let it rule you. I mean you got through the police academy and you transferred all the way out here. That takes guts given your city girl nature.” August laughed at the gentle tease.

 “Yeah, yeah country girl. You gotta take care of this city girl and make sure she doesn’t break a nail or something.” They laughed, which was apparently enough to draw the attention of Dakota as she zoomed into the room and bounced on her heels in front of Mercy.

 “Mommy! Mommy can we play outside with the sparklers tonight? Can we? It’s still bright out! I wanna show Ms. August the spinney trick. Please?!” She dragged out the last word and pouted. Mercy sat up and gave a wry smile.

 “Well we’ll have to ask Ms. August about that then huh? You up for going outside for a bit?” It was clearly an out to keep talking or to go home.

 “I’d love to see Dakota’s spinney trick.” She grinned and the little girl punched the air before pulling on Mercy’s hand.

 “Come on Mommy! Daddy said he’d get everything ready!” Once Mercy was standing it was August’s turn to be gently tugged on. She stood and Dakota gripped her hand. “Come on I’ll show you the way!” She rushed forward pulling the Deputy with her. She laughed and heard Mercy chuckling as she followed.

  August finally had everything she wanted to say in order. She had the perfect idea and knew exactly what she wanted to mean. With only a few weeks to the Festival she felt confident that this wouldn’t be seen as something with pressure. She had ‘prettied’ herself up a bit too, wearing a bit more than her standard foundation and neutral lipstick. She highlighted her eyes with some nice wings, she gave a touch of blush, and she tinted her lips pink. She felt more confident than ever. She had this in the bag.

 “Hey.” Joey smiled. Oh no, the words died on her tongue.

 “Hey, what’s up?”

 “Not much, I was wondering if you would like to come out for drinks tomorrow night after work? It’ll be nice to meet up outside of work and I wanted to ask you something important.” August felt her heart stutter and then hit double time.

 “I’d love to. Meet up at the Spread Eagle?”

 “Definitely, best place to get a drink with friends.” Joey grinned and moved to her desk, Whitehorse calling her away after a moment with Mercy at his side, a grave look on her face.

 “Well at least one of you finally bucked up.” Pratt’s voice cut through her happy bubble. She glanced over at him and then shrugged.

 “Sometimes letting the other person come to you is the right thing to do. Forcing yourself on other people isn’t cool.”

 “I never have to force it. The ladies love Staci. Have I told you I can fly a helicopter?”

 “Sure, you can.” She rolled her eyes, still feeling too giddy and excited to let him get her down.

 “I mean maybe it was because you finally put some effort into your look.” Oh, but he was determined, wasn’t he?

 “What do you mean?”

 “I mean the eyes, the lips, looks good. Maybe she finally appreciated something nice to look at.” Happy feeling gone. Nagging cold doubt thy name is August. She couldn’t let him know he got to her though. “I certainly do. It’s nice to know you clean up good.”

 “I don’t dress for you or Joey. I dress for myself.” Half truth but he wouldn’t know it. Pratt scoffed but before he could say anything else Joey was back, looking fuming mad about something. “What’s wrong?”

 “Freaking Seeds. Apparently, someone called in a possible domestic dispute at the Stein-Lee residence. The concerned citizen? John Seed. He apparently heard screaming from his little airfield at his ranch and was ‘concerned’ about them.”

 “What?” She and Pratt blinked.

 “Yeah so Mercy and Ben are tied up explaining that they have a five-year-old and she screams and plays. So, Ben’s gonna be gone until tomorrow so we’re basically on standby for that missing persons case, we’ll have to go over the evidence we have again and wait for his profile tomorrow.”

 “I’m sure he didn’t mean to cause trouble.”

 “Yeah, sure.” Joey grumbled. August rubbed her neck. She gave a small smile.

 “We can cancel drinks tomorrow if you need?”

 “No way!” Joey blinked before grinning. “Let’s not let that asshole keep us from having a good time.”

  August looked at herself in the mirror. Her dress was a soft navy blue with a few splashes of color in the form of pink and white flowers. She had her hair swept back, gently tucked. She’d taken Mercy’s advice and was wearing comfortable sandals and her favorite jewelry. Her makeup was simple, highlighting the deep warm brown of her eyes, making them look like chocolate pools shifting between dark and milk easily, and she darkened her lips a little more. She added a hint of bronzer to her blush, highlighting her cheekbones and making her face look thinner. She looked beautiful. She looked feminine. Her phone started ringing and she noticed it was a Mercy on skype.

 “Hey, looking good August.” She grinned, there was flour on her cheek.

 “That’s a good look for you too. What happened?”

 “I’m making a cobbler and Dakota’s helping.”

 “I said sorry mommy! I didn’t know it would go ‘splode!” Dakota’s voice called from somewhere below the camera. Mercy looked down and her phone shifted as she changed her grip.

 “It’s fine. Just means you get an extra bath tonight.”

 “Nooooooo!”

 “Yesssssss! Hey. You got this.” Mercy’s attention suddenly flipped back to August and her teasing smile widened and she gave a thumbs up. “Call if you need anything okay? I just wanted to check in and make sure you were okay.”

 “Thanks. I’ll let you know when I get there and if I need a ride home.”

 “Don’t worry about the time either. You know Ben and I don’t mind. And Dakota sleeps like a rock.”

 “I’ll be fine. Go back to making your cobbler.”

 “There’ll be a piece waiting for you tomorrow.”

 “Thanks. Thanks again Mercy.”

 “Don’t worry. You got this.” They hung up and August glanced at herself again. She had this. She could do this.

  Joey was already there and waiting for her when she arrived. She grinned and headed over, nodding to Mary-May, feeling her heart beat double time. Joey looked different out of uniform. Her hair was styled in a braid and she was wearing long dangling earrings. She looked lovely in her stylishly ripped jeans and a nice blouse. She perked up seeing August and blinked a bit.

 “Wow I wouldn’t have pegged you for a dressy girl. You look great.”

 “Thanks. Have you ordered yet?”

 “Yeah, Jen’s grabbing our drinks Mary-May said you and Mercy are here enough for her to know your drink order.”

 “…Jen?”

 “Oh, excuse me.” A soft voice said and August turned to move from the way of a woman with three beers in her hands. She set them down but didn’t sit she turned and smiled brilliantly at August. “You must be Joey’s new partner, August! It’s great to finally meet you! She talks about you all the time.” She gave a quick hug before backing off. “Oh sorry. I’m Jenny. Sorry.” She awkwardly stuck out her hand and smiled nervously.

 “Yeah I’m August.” She felt like there was a knife sliding between her ribs but she gently took the woman’s hand and shook it. “it’s nice to meet you. Joey hasn’t said a word about you.” At this Jenny turned and frowned at Joey and Joey blushed.

 “I don’t like to mix my personal life and work.”

 “You could at least tell people I exist.” Jenny mumbled and August felt so fucking awkward. “I know we haven’t been together long but I’d have at least thought you’d have told your partner about me.”

 “It’s no big deal!” August cut in and settled as Jenny looked at her worried. “Really. Did you need me to cover for your paperwork because you’re planning a secret get away? You coulda just asked.” She laughed and felt it managed to sound real. She was shattering inside. She missed her shot. She blew it. Pratt would never let her live this down. And Mercy’s gentle concern and attempts to console her will be worse.

 “Oh uh no. Do you also have a usual food too?”

 “Hm? Oh, Mercy and I eat appetizers, I was pretty hungry earlier though so I grabbed a sandwich at home.” She couldn’t stomach food. Honestly if it wasn’t for the fact that she didn’t want to seem rude she’d be chugging her beer, wanting the alcohol desperately.

 “I’m getting a burger what do you want?”

 “Same babe. Thanks.” Jenny nodded and went back to the bar. “Hey so uh I wanted to ask if this was okay?”

 “Huh? You and Jenny? Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” Because it was slowly murdering her inside? Did Joey know. Oh god was this her trying to let her down easy with proof? What had August done to make her think that was necessary?

 “I know it feels a little third-wheelie but Jenny’s also new to the area and doesn’t have a lot of friends. I figured I’d introduce you guys and maybe you could give her a hand too?” Joey gave a soft pleading look. August’s heart melted and ached.

 “Yeah sure no problem.” She murmured and then pulled her phone. “Oh, my landlady needs me to come back, she forgot to let her dog out and since she’s out of town she asked if I can do it.” Joey blinked at how fast she spoke but nodded.

 “Hey no problem. I’ll give you a ride there and have Jen keep out table.”

 “Nah it’s okay. Like you said it’s a bit third-wheelie. Have a good night Joey. I’ll see you at work on Monday.” She smiled and sped out waving to Jenny who looked confused but didn’t give chase. She stepped out into the chilly night and took several deep breaths. Trying to hold back the tears. She could feel them streaming down her face and promised herself she wouldn’t sob. She pulled her phone back out and realized she couldn’t see it clearly enough to call Mercy. She was about to flick on voice command when someone cleared their throat.

 “Hello, I’m sorry to bother you but you seem to be in distress.” His voice was soothing and she looked up blinking as gentle blue eyes looked at her in concern. “Is there anything I can do to help you?” She wiped at her face and managed a smile.

 “Not unless you know how to heal a broken heart.” She muttered and he made an understanding sound.

 “I’m Joseph Seed, I’m the Father of the Project at Eden’s Gate, however I don’t have that power. All I can tell you is that the Lord is watching and He sees your suffering.” August blinked and finally took a good look at the man. He was wearing worn jeans and cowboy boots. He had on a nice white dress shirt and a black vest over it. He had scarred and tattooed forearms. His face was covered half with a beard but his eyes were still bright and concerned, peering at her from over the top of yellow sunglasses. His hair was pulled back in a bun but looked like it wouldn’t be too long if it fell free.

 “I’m Deputy August Guiterriez.”

 “Ah, my brother mentioned you looked familiar. Would you mind walking with me Deputy? I would feel much safer with a woman of the law at my side.”

 “Ha, uh I wouldn’t want to burden you with my presence. You should probably get back to your brother.” She sniffed and rubbed at her face again, now able to look down at her phone properly.

 “You are no burden August.” He assured and motioned to the street. “There is a lovely band playing tonight at the park. Please join me for a bit?”

 “You know what? Sure.” She put her phone away and they started walking.

 “It is a lovely evening. Spring is truly beginning.”

 “Yeah. So, what are you doing out?”

 “It’s not important really. What about you? What’s broken your heart Deputy?”

 “I missed my one shot with someone and now… Now I have to watch them be happy with someone else.”

 “I’m sorry to hear that. But perhaps it is for the best. Rumor has it you’re new to Hope and there is still much for you to see.”

 “I’m not that new. I’ve been here for almost half a year!” He chuckled softly and held up his hands as they continued to walk.

 “My apologies. You’re not new. If you might direct me to the Veterans Center some time?” August blushed and frowned at him.

 “Okay so I haven’t been all around the county, yet. But I will. I’m gonna be a Sheriff one day you know.”

 “I believe you.” He assured and they continued on in silence for a beat. “Have you ever thought that you were meant to feel heartbreak so that when the one truly meant for you found you, they would help you heal as you would help them heal?”

 “What do you mean?”

 “Perhaps your lost chance is much like mine. A long time ago I had the chance to have a family with a wonderful woman, whom I loved dearly. But it would have come at the cost of never finding my brothers again. Sadly, that chance passed me by. I have felt her loss and the loss of that family ever since, despite regaining my brothers. I can’t help but wonder if I have truly missed my chance at love, at happiness sometimes.”

 “I’m so sorry.” August paused and gently placed her hand on his arm.

 “All is well. I believe I’ve finally found the right path. I believe we’re all destined for something. I believe that there is a change coming, something we must all be ready for in the end.” He said, ending a bit gravely. “But I feel that there is still time for chances and fate to wave itself into something grand.” They had reached the park. August smiled. She weirdly felt lighter. The faint sounds of a fiddle and drums and guitar drifted lazily over to them.

 “Well we’re here. Safe and sound. I should probably call my friend and ask her to come and pick me up. I don’t really want to go home right now.”

 “Young friend being Ms. Stein? Does she not have a young child? Wouldn’t that wake her?” He asked gently and August blinked. She’d never really thought about it, Mercy always said to call if she needed it but it was probably a forced offer. Not something she wanted to do but would out of duty.

 “Yeah… Yeah she does.”

 “If you don’t want to head home just yet might I ask you to dance? I might not know modern dance but I know a good box step.” He offered his hand and she felt a small laugh bubble out of her before she smiled and accepted.

 “I’d love to.”

  They drifted lazily. Around the well-lit pathways of the park, slowly moving to the beat of the music.

 “You’re a wonderful dancer.”

 “Thanks, so are you.” August hadn’t felt this light in probably years, even when she’d thought that Joey had asked her out. “Have you ever been to the Spring Festival before?”

 “Oh yes. My family and I enjoy visiting and seeing all the vendors and the community come together. It is much more palatable than the other Springtime festival.” He grumbled a bit at the end and she wondered what he was talking about, she’d ask Mercy some other time.

 “Well would you mind if I tagged along with your family this year, it’s still a little new to me?”

 “I thought you weren’t new in Hope.” He teased gently but guided them to a stop.

 “Well maybe I’m looking for someone to guide me.” He smiled, something strange flickering through his eyes before he leaned close and tipped her head up.

 “I shall be happy to be your guide August.” He pressed a soft kiss to her lips and then pulled back. “Might I offer you a ride home?”

 “I’d like that, thanks.” She replied a little breathless.

  Mercy hummed softly and was cautious but August waved her worry off. She was helping to watch Dakota so that the couple could finish packing. They were taking a 6 month sabbatical to not only be part of Mercy’s twin brother’s wedding but also to see Ben’s family back in Australia.

 “You’re gonna miss the Festival.”

 “Sadly, but your twin brother only gets married twice and the munchkin hasn’t seen Nana and Papa since she was a toddler and almost got banned from the Zoo for attempting to ride a crock.”

 “You’re kidding.”

 “I swear she’s part Disney Princess with her animal affinity.” Mercy chuckled before looking at her. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”

 “Yeah. I’ve kinda met someone. He talked me down from a near panic attack that I didn’t realize I was having until later when I thought about it. We’re meeting up at the Festival.”

 “And who is this mystery man?”

 “You’ll meet him, when I know this is a solid thing. And not some passing fancy.” It didn’t feel like that. Whenever she saw Joseph something in her felt welcomed, felt right. But Mercy had her qualms with the Seeds and it would take time to smooth things over.

 “Well I ‘spose as long as you’re alright…” Mercy trailed off before motioning to the counter. “The pie ’s for you, peach pear.”

 “Thanks Mercy.”

  August yawned and blinked slowly at the others.

 “Coffee?” Pratt asked, looking a bit like a raccoon himself.

 “Thanks.” He nodded and they waited for Whitehorse to speak, along with the man next to him.

 “There has been video evidence released. It shows that Joseph Seed, is responsible for the death of a man. We’ve issued a warrant for his arrest and he’s hold himself up in his church, surrounded by his cult.” Suddenly August didn’t need any coffee. She was awake and staring at the Sheriff.

 “Marshal Burke is here to help us arrest him given the situation.”

  August stared at the phone in her hand and looked at the images playing, seeing the people and not having it connect to her brain. She felt her heart shatter anew.

#Commission #Deputy August #mentions of Deputy Mercy and Ben #with a surprise cameo from Deputy Dakota #I hope that you like this Az!

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Sanders and Weasley : Chapter 3

Chapter 3 : Unexpected : 

POV Khalla

 I was reading an exciting book on potions when the doorbell rang in the house. I sighed before I got up to open the door. I was most surprised to find myself facing Hugo, my best friend Moldu. I hugged him with all my strength. What was he doing here? He had gone to France for the holidays:

        -What the hell are you doing here?

        -I am also happy to see you Khalla.

I gave him a huge smile before inviting him in:

        -You told me you only came back from France on the weekend before school started.

        -I had to, but Dad was called back urgently. So I'm taking this opportunity to come and see you before you go back to your internship.

He winked at me and made me smile. That's all Hugo knew about my school. But even if we were not in the same college, we wrote tons of letters to each other:

        -I have a gift for you.

        -Ha?

I didn't expect it at all. He handed me a small square package. I carefully ripped the silver packaging and opened the small wooden box. It was adorable:

        -They're beautiful, Hugo! Thank you.

It was a pair of earrings. The pendants were in the shape of owls. Their bellies were painted with floral motifs, enlarged by a small glass bubble:

        -I'm glad you like them. I hesitated for 10 minutes before I bought them.

        Thank you. -Thank you.

I hugged my friend before I went to the bathroom to change my earrings. They were a little heavier than my old ones but with a little time to adjust, they were perfect. I spent the rest of my day with Hugo, we even took the opportunity to go to the movies together. I had missed him.

 My parents dropped me off not far from the Cauldron Baveur. I kissed them and hugged them before taking my things out of the trunk of the car and pushing the door of the wizard's hostel. I barely pushed the door when I heard it:

        -Khalla !

And two pairs of arms came to hold me:

        -Hello to you boys too.

George and Fred stepped back to smile at me:

        -That's new, Fred said, pointing to my earrings.

        -It was Hugo who brought them back to me from France.

The twins knew who Hugo was to me. But I had the feeling that they didn't like him too much, even though they had never met him. Fred made a face:

        -Khalla !

Ginny pushed her brothers to come and hug me with all her strength:

        -I was with you last week, do you still remember?

        -But it's too long a week without you, she replied, pouting.

We smiled at each other. The twins took my bags and brought them to their room while Ginny led me to her parents. I greeted the rest of the group before taking their seats at the table. George and Fred came to sit on my right and left. And the eldest immediately stretched out his arm on the back of my chair:

        -So you saw Hugo.

        -Thursday. He came to see me before I left for Hogwarts.

        -And what did you do?

        -We went to the movies and spent a good part of the afternoon talking.

        -Interesting.

        -And what have you done this week?

        -I reworked some of the enchantments and saw some project ideas with Fred.

        -Ho. Anything interesting to look forward to?

        -Excellent things. But for now, you won't know anything," he added, giving me a pat on the nose with his fingertips.

        -Why?, I squealed.

        -Because we want to surprise you for once, Fred said.

I turned my head towards him:

        -At least tell me I'm not going to pay for your projects....

        -Don't worry, he replied, putting a lock of hair behind my left ear.

I blushed and thanked Molly for asking us what we wanted to drink at that time. We stayed for a great moment to discuss all together. And I tried to talk as naturally as possible with Ginny while Fred was playing with my ponytail. I shivered every time his hand touched my back in the process:

        -Kids, we're gonna have to go if you want to get the train.

The twins brought me my luggage along with theirs and once the whole family was together, we set off for the station. On several occasions, Fred's fingers touched the back of my hand, as if he wanted to take it from me. But he didn't do it.

We said goodbye to the Weasley parents before boarding Hogwarts Express. While looking for a free wagon, I found Angelina and Katy. They offered to join them in their wagon and I smiled sadly at the twins, but I was going to go with my girlfriends I hadn't seen all the time. We talked until the train stopped abruptly on the aqueduct:

        -What's going on?

I looked out the window in the hope of seeing something, but nothing. The driving rain did not allow me to see far outside. The atmosphere suddenly became freezing to the point where we were able to observe the formation of ice on the windows of our car. Instinctively, we got closer to each other while pulling out our chopsticks. We were ready to defend ourselves against... Against what would come. A skeletal silhouette appeared in the train corridor and we tightened up even more against each other. The door slowly opened and we found ourselves facing a dementor. What the hell was a damn dementor doing here? He seemed to be watching us before he pulled out of the car. He didn't have time to go very far because an intense white light chased him away. Shortly after that, we heard footsteps. Then we saw the twins Weasley and Lee Jordan:

        -Are you ladies all right?

        -Yes. Thank you Fred, Angelina replied.

My eyes crossed Fred's and I thought I was going to cry. I was so happy to see him. The Democrats hadn't done anything to him. I was shaking like a leaf and I was freezing:

        -You boys don't want to stay with us, Katy asked timidly.

-Of course, George replied.

They went to get their luggage as we detached ourselves from each other to sit back on the benches. Fred came to sit next to me as George sat next to Angelina and Lee from Katy. As we walked to the station, Fred touched his hand. It was icy and he backed off slightly under the surprise of this coldness:

        -Sorry, I whispered.  

        -Give.

I didn't really have time to give him my hands. He immediately took it in his own and started rubbing it gently. The pink coloring of my cheeks was almost as intense as his. It wasn't the first time he warmed my hands... But there was something different this time:

        -It's going to be okay, he whispered to me as he put his arm around my shoulders and huddled me against him.

I shivered as its heat gently warmed me up. This year started well... The rest of the trip was made in an almost unhealthy silence but I was too cold to care about it too much.

 When the train stopped at Hogwarts station, Hagrid was waiting for us there. He told us where every year he had to go to find his transport to the castle. For us this year, it was the carriages. The trip was very quiet. But Fred didn't let go of my hand for a second. I had warmed up since the "Dementor" incident, but I think we needed this contact both. At the entrance to the main hall, I hugged my friend, Lyra. She was at Slytherin but she was the first person I had made contact with on the train in my first year here. And since then, we had remained friends. The others were suspicious of her because she was a Slytherin. But she was adorable, despite what most people thought:

        -I heard you ran into a Dementor on the train. Are you all right?

        -Yes, I'm fine. Haven't you seen them?

        -No, they didn't get into our wagons.  

        -Lucky girl.

We smiled at each other:

        -I'll see you later?

        -Okay, I answered.

I joined the twins and Angelina who were waiting for me a little behind. Fred immediately reached out his hand to me and it was almost too natural for me to slip my fingers against his palm. We moved in with Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny. I sat next to her and she stood against me at the distribution ceremony. Then Dumbledore gave his speech. We had a new teacher of defenses against the forces of evil. He told us that Dementor would make rounds around the castle to "protect" us from Sirius Black. I think it is from them that we need to be protected. I had a small amount of food at the banquet that night:

        -Are you sure everything's all right?, George asked me.

        -Yes. I'm just still a little shaken up. Nothing serious.

Ginny gave me a little shoulder blow to make me smile and it worked. As I was about to go up the stairs in the common room to bed, Fred grabbed my wrist:

        -If... If you need anything, you know you can come and get me.

I smiled at him:

        -Thank you Fred.

I timidly kissed his cheek before I went to bed so he wouldn't see the red on my cheeks. Something had been going on very clearly since that week at the Weasley house. I was hoping it would lead to good... Sleeping did me the world of good.

 My first reflex the next morning was to free Shadow so she could stretch her wings. I didn't see anyone in the common room while I was going down to lunch. It was still early and few students were awake. So I sat down at the Gryffindor's table and observed for a moment what the morning banquet was proposing. Then someone sat down in front of me:

        -We all know what you're going to take.

I smiled as I recognized Lyra's voice:

        -Hello to you too.

        -Hey.

She started smiling when she saw me having a chocolate bread:

        -I told you so.

        -Shhhhht.

My reaction made him laugh. We had lunch in silence until my friend asked the question at 1000 points:

        -So that's it... You and Fred?

I almost choked on my hot chocolate:

        -What? Nah. I...

        -So the fact that you're taking each other's hands in public is... What?

I opened my mouth before I closed it again. She was not wrong. Not at all:

        -I don't know.

Lyra sighed before hitting her head against her hand:

        -I want to strangle you both.

I bit my lip so I wouldn't smile too much:

        -Seriously, maybe it's time to do something, right? What's it been? Three years you've been hanging around?

        -We don't revolve around...

        -Absolutely not, she said in a tone of mockery.

Once Lyra had an idea in mind, it was done. She didn't change it easily. But she left me alone for lunch. Then Lyra saw my earrings and we talked about Hugo. We went to school together. In the corridor leading to the greenhouses, we found Fred, who was waiting, camping against a wall. He straightened up when he saw me. Lyra winked at me before she joined her friends. I approached the ginger and smiled at him:

        -Hello Fred.

        -Hey. How are you feeling?

        -Better. Thank you. What about you?

        -Now that I know you're fine, I'm fine.

My cheeks have turned slightly red. We smiled at each other and I blushed even more when his fingers touched my hand. Our eyes crossed and I had the impression that nothing else existed but him and me in that corridor:

        -Embrace each other for God's sake, shouted Lee Jordan.

Fred and I moved back a good meter from each other blushing as Lee and Gorge joined us. A few days ago, Fred or I would have found a malicious line, such as "The kiss will be for another time", to play with the intimate situation we had just found ourselves in, but since the "Dementor" incident, things had changed. Personally, I didn't want to play anymore. The second Weasley twin passed an arm around my shoulders:

        -I have a question for you, my sweet Khalla. Do you think you still have your privileged access to the potion room this year?

        -No idea, I have to ask Snape. But I don't really see why he would refuse me.

        -Perfect.

I had worked hard to get this access to the potion room whenever I wanted to train. Snape told me he hadn't had such a gifted student in years. And until now, he had never caught me making potions for the twins. The eldest member of the Weasley duo took me to the greenhouse and we took our place there for our course with Mrs. Shourave. George and Lee didn't know how much I hated them right now for bothering us with Fred. In fact, he seemed really upset. When we had to pair up for a botanical job, I wasn't really surprised to see Angelina and Fred getting together. They always got together, like George and I. Moreover, we have not deviated from our "ritual":

        -Admit it, you missed working with me.

        -A little yes.

We smiled at each other before we got to work. As I was reading the rest of the scroll of instructions, George whispered to me:

        -Did you know that my dumb brother is stiff and crazy about you?

I froze before slowly turning my head towards him. He smiled like an idiot:

        -I beg your pardon.

I had heard wrong, it was not possible otherwise. And the burning I felt on my cheeks was not unknown to me, I was blushing. George's smile has grown bigger:

        -You heard very well, my dear. Did you also know that he plans to use the first functional love potion you create on yourself?

I opened my mouth in shock:

        -You know, so you'd be in love with him. But I doubt he needs it. Everyone knows you're in love with each other but you're too scared to tell yourself. I can help you know.

It was Professor Chourave who saved my ass by putting his hand on my shoulder to ask us how our work was progressing, and to know if we had any questions. This allowed me to concentrate enough to ignore the little voice in my head that played the words of my partner. When the teacher left, I did not stop working. I had to ignore George, who acted as if he had never said anything. I left the greenhouse very, very quickly at the end of the botany class, with Lyra, to go to the big room:

        -What's going on?

        -Nothing. I'm just... Hungry.

I'm not sure she believed me, but she didn't say anything more. Ginny came to live next to me with two of her girlfriends:

        -Can we move in with you?

        -Of course, of course.

I asked Ginny how her second year started and we discussed this until Ron, Harry and Hermione arrived:

        -Is everything all right, Harry?

He looked up at me:

        -Not really no.

        -What's going on?

        -I just got out of my first divination class and the tea leaves just predicted that I'm cursed.

        -Cursed?

        -I would apparently have the Sinistros.        

        -Did the cup of tea say that?

        -Yes.

        -That's bullshit, don't worry.

All the eyes of our small group turned to me:

        -What? I don't believe in divination at all.

        -It was known that the twins declared in their hearts as they settled in front of me and Harry.

Angelina and Katy joined us just after as well as two of Lyra's friends, Sybille and Charlotte.

After the break, I left with Angelina and Katy for the dungeons. We had potions. I sat down with them at a work table. Professor Snape gave us the page of our manual to study for the potion of the day. It was easy, a Force solution. I had already done some:

        -I am counting on you, Miss Sanders, to raise the level of this class.

        -With pleasure, Professor Snape.

I rolled up my sleeves and got to work. I couldn't help but smile when a Slytherin student blew up his potion. I added the last ingredient before mixing for a few minutes and then letting it rest. I called the teacher to judge my work:

        -Excellent preparation, as always. 20 points for Gryffindor.

He leaned slightly forward so that I would be the only one to hear the rest of his sentence:

        -Your privileged access is maintained, Miss Sanders.

I smiled:

        -Thank you, Professor.

Snape nodded slightly before moving away to see other students' potions. Angelina elbowed me before waving at me as an accomplice.

           -So?, George asked me at the end of the course.

        -I still have my access.

He raised his hands to heaven:

        -Yes!

        -Well done, Fred said to me as he kissed my cheek.

I blushed to my ears and backed away from the boys:

        -I'll... I'll get to work as soon as possible.

        -There are no emergencies. Right now we don't need much. We need to organize our future catalogue and the packaging of our products a little better.

        -All right.

        -Will you give us your opinion?

        -With pleasure.

I smiled at them before I started a movement to get away from them. Fred's hand fell on my wrist. I couldn't bear to look at him for long. I was thinking about George's words and seeing his amused look behind his brother right now didn't help me think about anything else:

        -Is everything all right, Khalla?

        -Uh... Yes, why?

        -You look... I mean... It seems like something's bothering you...

        -I... Nah. It's all right.

I smiled at him before freeing myself from his grip and leaving. I spent the rest of my day running away from the twins. And I tried to do more or less the same thing until the weekend. I got up very early on Saturday morning to prepare the basis for my new attempt to love potion in a small portable container. I closed it again before I looked at my list of missing ingredients, wild strawberries. If my memory was correct, Professor Chourave had said that it was possible to find them on the shores of Black Lake. I tied my little vial to my jeans belt and went down to the lake. I began to observe my environment to find strawberries. And I found some. I squatted down by the water and observed the fruit. I stretched myself to take three. That should do the trick. I used my wand to literally grind them to powder and add it to the mixture in my vial. I plugged it up before shaking it with all my might to mix it up well. I watched the liquid take on a pretty orange color:

        -What did you try to do?

I jumped when I turned around when I heard Fred's voice not far from me. My foot slipped on the edge of the lake. I felt like I was tipped backwards. The ginger tried to catch me but he just managed to fall with me. I found myself with my feet and buttocks in the water as Fred was making a beautiful meal. He immediately extracted his face from the water to breathe:

        -Everything is fine, he asked me immediately.

His face reflected his concern. I sketched a slight tender smile before reaching out my hand to remove a piece of reed from her hair:

        -I'm fine. What about you?

        -It's okay, it's okay.

Fred sat up on his lap and passed his soaked hands over his face to get as much water out of it as possible. And I froze clean. The water impregnated Fred's clothes, making them stick to his skin. I felt my cheeks getting hot, a sign that I was blushing. I forced myself to detach my eyes from my accidental bathing neighbour and checked to see if my vial had survived the shock. Yes! I sighed with relief:

        -What is in this vial that makes you so relieved to see it intact?

        -A new attempt at a love potion.

        -Who are you going to test it on?

        -No idea.

I put the vial on my stomach and forced myself to look at Fred and act as normally as possible:

        -How did you find me?

        -Marauder's map.

I would be curious to know how many times he used that map to find me in Hogwarts? :

        -What do you have to ask me?

        -Who tells you I have something to ask you?

        -The fact that you're tracking me with the Marauder's map.

Fred tipped off:

        -I'm not stalking you. I'm looking for you. It's not the same thing.

I smiled:

        -If you want. So, what is this about?

He went through the back pocket of his pants and handed me a small square box surrounded by blue gift wrap. The paper had softened the paper and a few drops fell off:

        -I wanted to give you this.

I arched an eyebrow of surprise:

        -Why? -Why?

        -I thought you'd like to... It would be nice.

I sat up to sit in the water, shook my hands to try to remove the excess water and took the small package. I removed the paper without tearing it and opened the little box. I opened my eyes wide to the surprise. Fred scratched the back of his head:

        -Do... Do you like it?

I looked up at the ginger, closed the box and stretched myself to give him a hug:

        -It's beautiful, Fred. Thank you.

His arms timidly wrapped around my back:

        -That's so much better.

I stepped back, opened the box again and extracted the beautiful silver bracelet from it. There were three small silver pendants; two feathers and an owl. I put it around my wrist and watched it for a while:

        -It suits you.

        -It is beautiful.

        -I did it myself.

I looked up at Fred:

        -Thank you Fred. But... Why?

        -I wanted to make you happy.

He touched my cheek with his fingertips before passing a strand of hair behind my left ear. Her hazel eyes went back and forth between my own eyes and my lips. I stood back sharply when I saw a frog jumping on Fred's shoulder:

        -What?

        -Frog.

I took it off his shoulder before putting it down a little further. I watched him make a few jumps:

        -What if we... Come home and change? I don't know about you, but I'm getting a little cold.

He was right. We got up and headed for the castle, soaked. The other students were looking at us strangely:

        -What did you two do?, asked Ginny when she saw us in the main lobby.

        -She slipped, I tried to catch her. As a result, we both fell into the water.

That was a good summary of the situation. When the Big Lady saw us coming, she opened her eyes wide:

        -Fred Weasley! What did you do to poor Khalla?

        -I didn't do anything," he replied offended.

I didn't remember my laugh:

        -He didn't do anything. I fell into the lake and he tried to get me back.

The singer looked up at the sky and sighed:

        -Be careful, young people, she said before letting us into the dormitory.

        -I promise.

All the Gryffindor in the common room looked at us as we walked across the room to our respective dormitories to change us. Fred and I left the common room together to go down to join the Weasley, Hermione and Harry clans. The 4 boys climbed on their broomsticks to train at Quidditch while our trio of girls sat on the stands to observe them while discussing everything and anything:

        -Girls, look.

And I proudly showed them the bracelet Fred gave me:

        -Woha. It is beautiful. Where did you buy it?" Hermione asked me.

        -Fred gave it to me.

        -Is that true?

        -Yes. This very morning.

Ginny smiled:

        -That's adorable.

I agreed with you. Fred had been very kind to give me a gift just to please me. Then, Hermione, true to herself, asked me about the fifth year botany and potion classes. Ginny didn't miss this opportunity to get on her broom and join the boys in the air. She was bound to be selected soon by Gryffindor's Quidditch team, she was good on a broom:

        -I notice two things," said Hermione.

        -What is that?

        -Ginny is working hard to impress Harry. And Fred looks at you a lot.

I turned my attention to my friend:

        -If we're lucky, they'll end up together.

        -And you with him.

I frowned before turning fully to Hermione:

        -Why is everyone convinced that Fred and I are going to end up together?

The brunette has closed her book:

        -You're always together.

        -There's George too.

        -But George doesn't look at you the way he does. You don't look at George like Fred. He gave you a bracelet he made himself from what you said. He matters to you and you matter to him. He came right away to you on the train. And you didn't let go during the evening that followed.

I looked up to follow Fred's air movements:

        -George thinks you need help. And I honestly think he's not wrong.

I swallowed:

        -Do you think he... has feelings for me?

        -I am not the only one. We all think so.

I was about to say something when my owl arrived. She landed on my shoulder and put a package on my lap:

        -Were you expecting something?

-Yes... But not so soon.

I opened the package and found that it was my order. I bit my lip. I had to know about Fred, but as I had no idea how to do it, I preferred to focus on studying the love potion I had just received, as well as the necessary equipment for separating the components. I got up all of a sudden and Shadow flew away:

        -Khalla?

        -I have to go.

I stepped down from the stands and ran to the potions room. I've prepared everything to launch the separation protocol. I knew it was going to be a long time, but at least I was going to know what made up a good love potion. When I opened the bottle, I immediately recognized Fred's smell. It wasn't really surprising, I was in love with him. I initiated the separation protocol and noted everything that made up the most effective love potion in the world. It was only three hours later that I finished and when I reached the main room, the lunch was almost over. I had no trouble spotting my little group of friends:

        -We relax. She's here, Ronald said.

I sat next to Ginny:

        -Where have you been?

        -In the dungeons. I was working. I ordered an Amortentia love potion a few days ago and I received it earlier. I couldn't help but go and study it. Sorry, Ginny.

        -It doesn't matter.

She handed me a plate:

        -We thought we should save you some food before Ron ate everything.

        -Hey," the concerned man was outraged.

        -Thank you, I replied by starting to eat.

George let me swallow a piece of meat before he asked me:

        -Did you find anything interesting with the love potion?

        -Yes. I have determined all its components. I'm going to be able to change a thing or two for you without being accused of plagiarism.

        -You're awesome.

        -I know.

After that, we discussed other things. I was very sad for Harry because he couldn't go to Pre-au-Lard with the others. So I spent the afternoon with him at the library. Working together motivated us and we simply discussed during small breaks. Often initiated by Harry right after he asked me a question about a course he didn't understand.

Everything was going rather well, until that day... The portrait of the Big Lady had been stabbed and a state of emergency declared at the castle. So we all had to sleep in the big room. When I arrived, in my pajamas, with the other girls my age and my house, I saw Ginny waving at me. It had kept me a place at the heart of the "Weasley clan", Harry, Hermione and I had been integrated there for a long time:

        -Is everyone all right?

        -Yes.

The youngest of the Weasleys lay on my right as Fred pushed his twin brother to settle on my left. So George found himself near Angelina. Which made him smile. They were both adorable:

        -Good night.

        -Good night.

When the candles were extinguished and the main room was plunged into darkness, I instinctively sought Fred's hand. His fingers immediately spread apart to let mine pass through and allow us to intertwine our fingers. I was scared and this simple gesture made me feel very calm.

 After that, Fred and I split even less. He said he wanted to protect me if necessary. And I was saying the same thing. The incredible trio as I liked to call them was still in a difficult situation, but we only heard about it at the end of the year... Of course.

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Aggravated, Sam sat down to his computer. His science teacher had not provided enough time to complete his project. He had three days left until the assignment was due, and he hadn’t completed collecting the project data that was required in the project guidelines. He stuck his slender, six fingered hands into the cavity of his desk reserved for the process of typing and added some notes to the file he had created specifically for this project. He added to the file deftly, letter by letter. Each of his twelve fingers could move up of down to add one of the twenty four letters that existed in his alphabet. After typing a few brief paragraphs his concentration was rudely broken and he changed the object of his attention to his best friend’s shouts.

“Hey, Sam!” Dan shouted up to Sam’s bedroom window from the littered ground two stories below. “You gonna come to school with me, or you gonna be late again due to that project of yours? Seems that’s all you think about now a days. Jenny’s getting jealous.”

“You’d be smart to spend some of your own time on the project rather than just hanging out with Jenny… Three. Days. My grades are going to soar like Jenny, whilst you’ll be on the ground like a little kid who hasn’t even learned to use their wings correctly yet.”

“Hey. I’ve got my contraption all set, although I still think we should collaborate. We could go down in history, like those people who gave us wings.”

“You just want an ‘A’. Besides, I’d rather not be affiliated with those bozos who gave us wings.”

“Who wouldn’t want to get an ‘A’? And… besides… we’re better than those wing-dings, our project could bring good, not foolishness.”

“Good point, but, regardless, I’m keeping my project to myself,” Sam took a last look at his project like a mother would look at her two-year-old, with an odd kind of loving and wondering if it would survive the day without him. He certainly hoped that the inhabitants of his project wouldn’t attempt any space travel while he was gone. The twenty-first century can really get to you. Getting a vague feeling from deep down that nothing catastrophic would happen in his absence, he leaped out the window and glided gracefully to the grassy ground outside his house thanks to his red, feathery wings.

“Finally. Took you long enough.”

“Would you rather have me have had taken the stairs?”

“I think we’ll make it on time today,” Dan said, looking optimistically at the school building in the distance, and the two took off running as the first bell rang. Luckily, they stepped into the classroom just before the warning bell announced the beginning of class. Ms. Lee started roll call, then started lecturing.

“I’d like to remind you how little time you have until your projects are due. I’d also like to remind you that the best project in the class will go on to the state science fair, and then might go on to the national level, bringing honor to our town and school.”

Sam’s watch couldn’t tick fast enough; he was urgent to get home and figure out how to get the data that would complete his project. He was the first to his feet when the last bell rang, and as soon as he was out the door he broke into a running start to fly home.

“You’re panting,” was Jenny’s greeting when Sam finally reached his home. “Did you fly all the way home? Are you crazy? Leave the flying to us birds.”

“I’m not crazy,” Sam sat at his computer and looked over his creation. “I prefer ‘passionate’. I’m running out of time to figure out the importance of this project. I probably should have done that before I built it.” He looked at the spinning green and blue orb that was lying on his floor in a fish tank for a moment before turning his attention back to his blue-feathered friend who was now standing in the window. Jenny’s feet were similar to his hands, but with only eight digits (three fingers and a thumb on each leg). Her eyes reminded Sam vaguely of a puppy’s; big and brown with long, dramatic eyelashes.

“Regardless, leave the flying to birds. Remind me why you hominids have wings in the first place again.”

“It was a vague desire, I guess,” Sam stopped typing and turned back to the bird that was still perched in his window.

“Desire?”

“Well, we know nothing for certain, but we think that somebody decided that they wanted some other features than what they had. Wings, for example, and some people think we didn’t always have twelve fingers, although I can’t think of any reason you’d want more fingers…”

“Wait. Wait. You’re telling me that you can change yourself just by deciding that you want to? You know… I’ve been wishing lately that I had an umbrella coming out of my head.”

“It’s now illegal, but there were these two people a long time ago – I mean... more years than I can count on my fingers – wrote a computer program on a primitive computer to change themselves. I can’t imagine what it’s like to never have flown. Regardless… they ended up getting married and having kids. All the kids had the same traits as their parents – mostly taking to the skies like the birds of the time. But, after a while the kids started having their own kids without wings and things like that the abilities started to deteriorate. That’s why it’s illegal now. Our wings are more of a burden than anything.”

“Well, it’s a good thing that us birds stayed the way we were.”

“Actually…” 

“I don’t want to hear it.”

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“Cutting it kinda close, huh, Amy?” Chris was putting up the appearance of being angry to keep her shy and doing what he wanted, but really he was relieved. He couldn’t tell his friends that he cared, but he didn’t want to have to explain everything that happened on the field trip so she could help with the joint assignment the two of them had to complete within the week. They wouldn’t have enough time working together, so he would have to convince her to do the project on her own and give him half the credit. 

Across the parking lot Amy was also inwardly glad, hearing that Chris was thinking of her. Maybe this project would be different and she wouldn’t be expected to complete the entire project alone. 

The bus drove up and parked for a while in front of the school while some of the kids filled on and others mingled around outside. Amy parked herself in the third row of seats on the left side. She preferred being on the side of any vehicle behind the driver for a reason she couldn’t pinpoint. After the rest of the cows were corralled onto the bus she opened her backpack, which was relatively empty due to the field trip. She lifted a thick, green notebook out, and her lunch as well. Her thin spiral bound notebook labeled ‘School Notes vol. 13.3’ looked lonely as the only occupant, so she took her breakfast out of the lunch bag and placed the lunch back inside the messenger-style bag. She quickly spooned her yogurt into her waiting mouth before shoving the forbidden food back into her bag before anyone saw. She wasn’t fast enough.

“Sheep? Breaking rules? Am I seeing things right?”

“Didn’t have time for breakfast at home. My sister woke up early and had her shower before me. When I heard the shower running I made the unfortunate decision to stay in bed. After I took my shower I ran for the bus, but missed it and had to have my dad drive me.”

“That’s too bad. Yeah, well, anyway… we’ve got a week to do this project and I’m busy for the next week and I was thinking…”

Amy had heard it all too often. She pushed the green notebook off her lap and put her legs underneath her in a way that showed her knobby knees from under her plaid pleated skirt and made her appear three inches taller. “You were thinking? That surprises me. I am in fact busy too this week. Maybe you should use some of that brain power you wanted to use to exploit me for helping with the project!” She hadn’t spoken angrily toward another classmate in a long time. In fact, she had said more words since getting onto the bus and conversing with Chris than she normally said collectively in an entire day. 

Both Chris and Amy were thinking as fast as possible. Amy wondered; if she choose her words right maybe she would lose the nickname “Sheep”, while Chris for once tried to figure out how they could both contribute to the project, although he still wanted Amy to do most of the work. He looked at her notebooks she always had with her, and was struck with what he saw as a brilliant idea.

“A newspaper…” he was excited, but kept a low enough volume to not be noticed talking to Amy voluntarily about anything other than getting out of the project. He explained how he was great with computers and that if she did all the writing he would put the articles she wrote together into a newspaper. Amy was also good with computers, but help was help, and she appreciated that. Chris returned to his friends.

Amy opened her green notebook and flipped through the pages until she reached the page she had filled the previous night. 

The school bus was chaos, where a war of crumpled paper had broken loose despite the teacher’s futile pleading. Sara got hit in the head with a rather hard and heavy projectile. She turned to Parrot, who was perched on the back of the seat ahead of her.

“Can you grab hat rock that just happens to be lying there for me?” 

The strangest thing happened. Parrot’s feet turned to hands as she reached for the rock…

The scene went on, but she closed the book rather loudly. It was her diary (per se), but of things she had imagined that hadn’t happened yet. Every night she wrote about the perfect tomorrow, what she wished and expected to happen. She wanted to call it Great Expectations, but that title was already taken. “Expectations” would have to and had sufficed.

The boy sitting behind her, Nick,’s ears perked up. “What was that noise?”

This kid was annoying to the umpteenth degree. He was the kind of kid she tried to stay away from. On the other hand, everybody was the kind of kid she tried to stay away from. She turned to her tried and true method of avoidance, pretending to be busy. She started drawing a picture in her school notebook, a boy with brown hair and eyes, and, of all things, red wings. 

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Sam was nervous. Pacing even. The one tiny detail he had left out was the one that would ruin his entire project, and his prospects of going on in the science fair competition. Yeah, he’d created an entire planet, Earth, and he had evidence that pre-transformation humans inhabited the place, but what was the point? He laid himself down on the floor, trying to remember what exactly had been the point of the project. He was staring through the glass of his bedroom window, and as he screamed “How can I talk to these humans?!?” Dan stepped into his room. 

“I know how you can talk to the humans,” Dan announced. “You still against collaborating?”

“What good would collaborating do? You just built something that looks like a teleporter from those books our parents used to read us when we were little.”

“You’re right about that,” Dan smirked as Sam glanced at him warily. “I built a teleporter, and if you and I go to your planet you designed…”

“Earth.”

“Yes. Well, we go there, and you talk to these pre-transformation humans and you have your project made.”

“Wait… so, I created a planet, and you created teleportation? Together we’ll make history!” They ran to Sam’s window and jumped out, gliding across the alley to Dan’s room next door. Sam had brought Earth, and Dan was setting up the teleporter. Jenny flew past the window to find some of her bird friends. 

Sam and Dan stood in front of the teleporter, as Dan counted down. “Three. Two. One.”

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Nick took off his glasses, wiped them clean, and put them back on. It was useless. He must have really seen it, and there was no denying that Amy had disappeared. “Where’d Amy go?” he asked another girl, tugging on her arm like a little kid. 

“Who?” the girl asked, looking around for Amy. “Oh, yeah. Sheep. Your ‘girlfriend’?”

“I DO NOT like her. Besides, her name isn’t Sheep, it’s Amy. Sheep is a degrading nickname that hurts her self esteem.”

“Yep. Whatever you say. I don’t see her, though,” Nick heard his name uttered under her breath. Well, it was either that or “ick.”

Chris looked from where he was standing, wondering where Amy had gone. There was Nick. Weren’t Nick and Amy going out? Regardless, he always seemed to know where she was.

“Ya’ seen Amy around?” He was getting closer but wanted to keep as far away as possible. Rumor had it that Nick had a crazy disease and it was catching. 

“Why does everybody think I know everything there is to know about Amy?”

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After a bright flash of light, Chris ended up in a strange place. Amy was in a corner curled into a ball, there was an elaborate machine in the center of the room, and there were two hominids staring at them. He couldn’t decide if they were human or not, but their wings were pretty cool. 

“Something’s wrong with your machine,” slipped out of Sam’s mouth, although the statement could have gone unsaid.

“Chris,” Amy’s voice wavered a bit. “Someone hit me on the head? Am I dreaming?”

“Dan! She’s right! We’re all dreaming, and if I just pinch you on your wing…”

“OUCH! MY WING!”

“Ok then… I guess we’re not dreaming. My teleportator worked backwards.

“Ooh. Teleportation. Just like in a sci-fi novel. Awesome,” Amy did a double take and looked at her toes. “Is this sci-fi?”

“Nah. It’s real life… at least for us.”

Amy looked at the spinning orb lying on the floor. “Wait… is that Earth?”

“Yes.”

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After explanations of the inner workings of the machine, Amy and Chris went back  home using the teleporter, and became close friends. There’s an odd bond you get when you’ve been off the planet to a strange alternate universe where people have twelve fingers and wings. Once home, they finished their project together, and then started messing around with Chris’s computer. Remembering Dan and Sam, but not having heard the story about why we shouldn’t control evolution, they gave themselves wings and (just for the hell of it) six fingers on each hand. They ended up having children together, who passed on the odd genes. 

The rest is history.

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Star Crossed Entertainers - Part 4

Y’all ready for some back story? Also ANGSTFEST. I wrote this part several different times, several different ways and hooooo boy, it was a trip. In order to set everything in place so we can get back to some gorgeous musical actors and hot ass business men, this part is pretty damn lengthy. Also Surprise. Someone else is joining this series. :)

TRIGGER WARNING: It honestly isn’t a whole lot but there is abusive language and mention of sexual assault and attempted rape. 

Soft sunlight was peaking into the lounge through the sheer black curtains as Samantha made her way to the entry way of the apartment where her and Kaeli piled their shoes that they wore the most. She was already showered and dressed. She was wearing full length black leggings that had a leather panel on the outer sides from the waist band to the ankle, a blush colored tank top and a black bomber jacket that had a salmon and cream colored floral pattern. She grabbed her boots and sat on the step that connected the entryway to the lounge. First the left, then the right. She slipped the black boots up to her knees and began to lace them up. A long process. Once she had the bows double knotted she stood up and decided she would open the curtains at the far window. On her way to the window she noticed that Kaeli had fallen asleep on the couch. She must have been worried last night and fell asleep without putting herself to bed. Samantha grabbed the throw blanket off the back of the couch and went to lay it on Kaeli when she stopped and let out a sigh. Kaeli was using one of her t-shirts as a nightgown again. Butt head. Laying the blanket down on the sleeping beauty, Sam made her way to the kitchen where she sat on the cushions in the bay window. Her favorite spot. Her legs stretched out in front of her, crossed at the ankles, she stared looking out the window, watching the sunrise out over the city, then looking back at her roommate. No. Her best friend. And she thought about everything that had led up to this very morning.

They had been friends since they were 5 years old. Best friends. On the very first day of school they were drawn to each other. None of the other kids were too keen on being with them because one was the size of a toddler and the other was the size of a 5th grader. There difference in size brought them together but it turns out they had the same sense of humor and outgoing personalities. Kismet. All of the other jerks kids hadn’t wanted to be their friends but once the two were together they became a dynamic duo. The two were the same but also couldn’t be more of polar opposites. They were both outgoing and well liked. They weren’t popular or wealthy but they knew everyone and everyone knew them. Kaeli wasn’t very studious but she was very active in the student body. Events, festivals, dances, she was apart of it all. Samantha was in every performing arts class there was. Marching band, jazz band. wind ensemble. She was involved in choir, musical theatre, and  drama with Kaeli as well. She played 5 different instruments. She never thought she would spend her school days like that but it was just so natural to her once she started. She was like an entertainment machine and also held perfect grades.

Kaeli reached her maximum height of 4 feet 11 inches her freshman year of high school. She was adorable and no one could resist her colorful laugh and big dimples when she smiled. Despite her being as cute as a button she was a huge flirt. It radiated from within her. It was like a disease. Usually she was unaware she was even flirting and it got her into trouble. By senior year she had won the titles of Homecoming Queen, Winterfest Queen, and Prom Queen. She didn’t necessarily dress overly feminine but she was always in pink, pastels, and soft patterns. Her family wasn’t necessarily wealthy but she lived very comfortably. It was just her parents, herself and a couple of dogs. She didn’t have any extended family. Her mother came from a family of wealth and power but her father did not. Neither sides of the two families were accepting of the other and disowned the couple, therefore denying Kaeli’s existence entirely when she was born. That’s why when her parents died in a plane crash senior year she was taken in by Samantha who had been on her own for awhile. Kaeli had a huge heart and she used it far more often than her brain. She was too trusting and opened up too easily. This led to her often being taken advantage of in friendships and even to some abusive relationships. But she always had Sammy.

Samantha was 6 feet tall by her junior year of high school and she still had growing pains. Slow down Shaq. She was intimidating but she had beautiful eyes and she was so expressive and goofy, people were drawn to her. Everyone knew her as outspoken and sarcastic but she also had an undeniable warmth that made people feel like they could open up to her about anything and everything. Gross. By senior year she had directed 4 plays, starred in 6 musicals and even put together a sketch comedy show that the school made apart of their homecoming celebration each year. She dressed in lots of muted colors. Olive, tan, navy, maroon, mustard. She had developed a very fashion forward style her sophomore year. Up until then she had dressed like an absolute tomboy. Usually skinny jeans, converse and a t-shirt, or overalls and baseball hats. She didn’t have much money and she worked at a bakery for income. Samantha didn’t have a family. She never knew her parents and she only had a sister who was 20 years older than her. When she was about 8 her sister had started a family and Sam felt like a burden so she had runaway. She was fending for herself until someone had taken her in. Someone not much older than her, but who had already mastered the art of living without a family. At 17 when she started working at the bakery the elderly couple who owned the business let her rent out an apartment upstairs and when Kaeli lost her parents the elderly couple gladly accommodated Sam getting a roommate. Samantha was loved by many and although she was never cold, she didn’t like people. She did not trust others and never let anyone in. That’s how she was raised. No one knew that she didn’t want people too close and she never held a relationship. She was constantly dumping guys for trying to get too close to her. The only person she ever let in was Kaeli.

Kaeli begin to stir in her sleep and Samantha looked her way. 

“Kay?” The small blonde shot up.

“...damn. My neck hurts. You’re up already? And you’re dressed?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna go visit my old babysitter.” Both girls chuckle.

“You shouldn’t call him that Sammy. He basically made you who you are today. Plus, he actually is a babysitter now.” The blonde laughed even harder.

Samantha shot off a text message and stood up from her seat at the window. grabbing her keys off the kitchen island counter she glides over to the closet by the entry way and pulls out a sparkly silver helmet.

“Hey, no way! You’re not taking your bike! If I can’t ride one, you can’t drive one.”

Sam tucked the helmet under her left armpit and reached for the doorknob, looking behind her she met Kaeli’s yelling with a steady tone. “And you did ride one. So after this we’ll be even.”

“HOW DID YOU KNOW?!”

“Lee texted me when you left the theatre.” And with that she was out the door.

BBBZZZZTTT BBZZZZZTTT ~ 2 texts and now someone was calling but he couldn’t hear the phone over the vacuum. His ponytail rapidly swinging back and forth trying to keep up with how fast he was moving. Suddenly there was extremely loud banging on the door. He turned off the hoover and reached around to his back where his taser was tucked into his pants.

“OPEN THE DOOR DICKHEAD!”

The man looked through the doors peep hole and swung it open rapidly. 

“I swear one day I’m actually going to tase your obnoxious ass. Get in here. Geez...who raised you?”

“Uhhhmmm, that would be you.” The tall brass haired brat walked into the house and flopped down on the couch propping her feet up on the coffee table.

The man knocked her feet off with a swift slap.

“Get your dirty boots off my clean surfaces.”

“Easy Vanhelsing. There isn’t a spec of dust in this place.”

You could see the man growing more irritable. “I’m not a vampire. That’s not my name. And it’s not about mess, it’s about manners.”

Vanderwood. The man was a grade A bad ass with a passion for Fabreeze and Lysol wipes.

“If you came here just to be a brat, you could have waited until Christmas.”

Vanderwood waited for a snarky response from the woman but he was met with her looking defeated.

“Samantha, what is it.” His tone turned exponentially serious.

“I just came to ask you one thing. If Kaeli and I need to get out of here in the near future...would you be able to help me with that?”

Vanderwood. He joined the agency when he was 16. Tired of dealing with his family and no one recognizing he was superior to them in everyway, he signed a contract of employment with them. He was 2 years in. Now about 18 and progressing fast within the ranks of the agency. One day he was doing some recon on some local thugs when he heard a commotion in a near by alleyway. He saw 3 adult men, cornering a girl. The girl wasn’t small but she could only have been in elementary school. He figured he should intervene when he started to hear smacks, and punches. Cries of pain, but what the bloody hell? The screams were coming from the dudes. Who is this 8 year old and how is she kicking the asses of these GROWN men! With the dumbasses subdued he spoke to the girl. He learned that she was on her own and she was actually the one that picked a fight with them. He didn’t know why he did it and to this day he still doesn’t know what compelled him but he offered to take her under his wing. And for whatever reason, which he also didn’t understand, this little girl trusted him, and accepted. He became her guardian and he was honestly excited to have a "mini me”. He had bought her clothes and taught her the basics of living. Cooking, cleaning, laundry, cleaning, fighting, cleaning, manners, cleaning, studying, CLEANING. He didn’t know how a little girl was supposed to dress, he had never been one. So she usually went to school in overalls, sneakers, and a backwards baseball cap with her hair in two loose braids. She usually was covered in band aids and 90% of the time one was on her face. This girl was a fighter but she was clumsy as hell. She was constantly getting cuts and bruises due to her own carelessness but according to Vanderwood, pain didn’t exist. He was constantly telling her to ignore others because hurt feelings didn’t really matter, and not to trust anyone because you never know who could be after you. Falling down and being clumsy or getting hurt were no excuse to show weakness. Every time he helped her put a band aid on he would say things like “Never let boys see you bleed.” or “Never show someone how deep a cut is!” He didn’t know that all this strength and fight he was trying to implant in her was going to lead her into brandishing her own vigilante justice. She was constantly getting in fights outside of school. Trying to beat up bullies or even trying to go after muggers. He had to have a stern talk with her about what was morally right and wrong for a little girl and why her rules were different than his, being a trained assassin, big boy. He was glad she had Kaeli to balance her out and calm her down.

By the time the smart ass brat Samantha was a senior in high school she had gone from constantly trying to kick everyone’s ass on the streets, to simply just knowing how to defend herself and Vanderwood was actually glad that she was leading a pretty normal life. When she was 17 he let her fly away from his mama bird nest and get her own job and apartment. Good. It would keep her away from his line of work. That was until after she graduated. Kaeli was planning on moving away for a performing college program and Samantha came to Vanderwood with a request. She was planning on cutting all ties with Kaeli while she was gone and asked Vanderwood to get her training with the agency. No. He didn’t want that kind of life for this girl he had known to be so bright, and talented. Fun loving and carefree. Sure he had accidentally made it so that she didn’t trust people and didn’t form close relationships out of concern for others safety. And she was incredibly skilled and intelligent. The agency could really use someone like her but he just didn’t want that for her. A life of solitude. She was stubborn and determined so he agreed to get her training, but with two conditions. It would only be for a year and she would only take the training courses that he picked and she had to keep in contact with Kaeli. Her best friend.

Samantha had started her year of training before the official application process to get into the same agency that Vandy had joined when he was 16. Due to Vanderwoods terms of her training she was in contact with Kaeli while she was away for her college program. But Samantha still intended to disappear with the agency once the year was over. It’s not that she didn’t want to be around Kaeli anymore, it’s that she didn’t want Kaeli being around her. She believed that she was destined to be alone and not deserving of having normal relationships. Her parents never wanted her, her sister didn’t want her, and until she had met Kaeli and Vanderwood, people had only ever seen her as a threat. She was dangerous. But she didn’t realize it until a week before they graduated high school.

Reagan. He was popular, good looking, wealthy, obnoxious, a real douche. Samantha didn’t like his attitude or how he treated people. So she was extra irritated when Kaeli started dating him. It wasn’t long into their relationship that Samantha knew he wasn't a good person. He quickly became obsessed, possessive and controlling. Kaeli brushed it off. Classic Kaeli. She had let herself be treated like this before and it always took Samantha to snap her out of it, but this time she couldn’t be snapped. Samantha didn’t know it but Kaeli was afraid of Reagan. He had became abusive but she tried her hardest to hide it from Sam. She didn’t want to admit she was in over her head and she was afraid of what Sam might do. One day Kaeli was taking off her sweater and her shirt had lifted up. That’s when Samantha saw bruising all over her torso.

“He’s fucking dead.”

“Sammy please, no. Don’t do anything rash and get yourself in trouble. He’s coming over tonight and I’m going to break it off with him. That way I’ll have a clean break after we graduate and I can move with no strings attached.”

Samantha was seeing red, she didn’t have any words and knew that she wasn’t going to be able to have a rational conversation so she went downstairs to the bakery and started her shift. A couple hours past and as she was closing up the bakery Sam was greeted by Reagan. He looked at her and made no attempt to say hello. He went right upstairs to the apartment. Samantha went back to locking up. 5 minutes later she heard shouting and something had slammed onto the floor. Her mind went blank and her eyes dazed over, it was like she blacked out. Her body was possessed. She ran upstairs as fast as her legs would take her and threw open every door with excessive force. The shouting had stopped and she couldn’t see anyone in the immediate area. That’s when she heard crying. Soft sobbing from Kaelis room and then...grunting. She ran to the bedroom door and tried the handle but it was locked. Rapidly jiggling the handle she slapped the door with an open palm again and again.

“OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!”

“FUCK YOU!”

“SAM HELP ME!”

Smack. “Shut the fuck up.” The slap echoed throughout the entire apartment.

The adrenaline took over her whole body and Samantha stepped back and then lunged her right shoulder at the door, breaking the lock and pushing it open. Reagan was on top of Kaeli and his pants were around his ankles. Samantha grabbed him by his hair and threw him against the wall. His skull made a loud smacking noise and his eyes glazed over. He slid down the wall, and she grabbed his shirt in her fist and began beating his face with the outer part of her closed fist. Kaeli was crying and screaming. Sam didn’t stop until she realized blood was being splattered across her face. She would have could have killed him. She wiped her forehead, unintentionally smearing blood across it. She turned around. The fear in Kaeli’s eyes. It was because of Reagan but Samantha thought it was because of her. She wrapped a blanket around Kaeli and walked her downstairs. She called Vanderwood who came and cleaned up the mess and got medical attention for the boy. The next day they all acted like it never happened. And that is why she wanted away from Kaeli. What kind of a life was that? She was dangerous.

The year of training went by fast. Samantha had gone through all the courses Vanderwood specified she had to take. Tactical, physical training, espionage, seduction, driving, stealth, and combat. Part of training was doing recon and infiltration of low level crime rings. All candidates were informed that not only the agency but other employers would also be keeping an eye on them. She had made her way into several small mafia branches and mob conglomerates. They mainly used her for shake downs and collections. A lady thug for hire. Beating money and secrets out of desperate scumbags. It was also easy enough making deals without having to beat them to a pulp since a lot of the time the goons were too busy looking her up and down, licking there lips like they were about to scarf down a 3 course meal. At the end of her year she had gone back home and was planning on saying her goodbyes to Kaeli.

The night she planned to say goodbye to Kaeli and submit her official application to the agency they had gone to karaoke. It had been forever since they performed together. They ended up taking over the whole bar, it was no longer karaoke it was a two woman variety show and people were loving it. She was having a blast with her best friend but the entire time she couldn’t help but feel like eyes were on them. Eyes that she couldn’t see. Vanderwood? No these eyes were definitely menacing.

They left the bar and started walking. Trying to sober up a bit. They were laughing and it was just like their carefree days of high school. The sound of metal hit Samantha’s ears and before she could react someone had grabbed her pinning her arms to her back.

“KAELI RUN!”

“GRAB HER, ASSHOLES!”

That voice. It was fucking Reagan.

Samantha whipped her head back as fast as she could and made contact. Her arms were released and she quickly made her way to the two men that were holding on to Kaeli, ripping at her clothes. Sam’s fist flew through the air. Shit. Something had cracked. Her hand or his jaw, one of them was broken. Kaeli shook herself loose and began running to get help when a limo had pulled up and blocked them in. Samantha was throwing punches and dodging them at an incredible rate, she was roundhousing their asses and Kaeli couldn’t believe what she was witnessing. The limo door opened and Sam lost her focused and turned to see who was stepping out of it. That’s when Reagan landed a sold punch right into her stomach. Her body jolted and blood came out of her mouth, then a hand connected with her face. “Fucking freak. Stupid Bitch always in my FUCKING way.” Samantha was on her knees, blood pouring out of a cut above her brow. 

“That’s enough Reagan!” A round stocky woman had stepped out of the limo. “I asked you to retrieve the girls but you decided you were going to do whatever you wanted. I’m sure the boss would love hearing that you damaged his new merchandise” the air was silent and extremely bitter tasting. “Now, ladies, if you would.” The woman gestured to inside of the limo.

“NO WAY!” Kaeli screamed, incredibly defiant. “Do it, Kaeli.” Samantha’s voice was soft but it was firm. The two girls climbed in the limo. Sam knew who this woman was and who she was employed by. Stuff she had learned doing the undercover work for training.

The girls rode in silence and they were let out at a night club. The lights were blinding outside. They were following the round woman with her huge bodyguards on the outside of them. No words were being exchanged. 

“If you'll excuse me for a moment.” The woman broke the silence and walked away. One of the guards gestured for Kaeli to take a seat and the other gestured towards a door off to their left, a bathroom for Sam to clean up in. Splashing water onto her face and trying to scrub the blood off her hands she heard a bit of shouting outside. She turned off the water and wiped her hands with paper towels and opened the door. She looked around. They weren’t in the regular part of the club. They were in a members only VIP area. She didn’t see Kaeli. She panicked. She was running up to everyone asking them if they had seen a tiny blonde woman when finally one man pointed into a room in the back and told her that a couple of men had gone in the room with her. She pounced at the door like a cheetah and kicked it open. She didn’t care what was happening, She just started swinging. There was crashing and yelling, and guests were starting to get concerned. The round woman appeared in the doorway and cleared her throat. The body guards she was with pulled Sam off of the men in the room. “The employer would like to speak to you privately.” Kaeli and Sam both began to follow the woman when she raised her hand. “Just the amazon.” Rude.

“Fine, but she stays with your guards. And Reagan and his ugly ass two bit thugs leave. Now. Or I will kill them.” Her eyes were like hot coals. Sam was serious.

Samantha sat in the lush leather chair and stared at the rich cherry wood desk in front of her. the man sitting at the desk had his tall chair turned around and didn’t even attempt to face her. Sam had her guard up and was on high alert but the man started speaking and got right to brass tax.

“Vanderwood raised a firecracker I see. Intelligent, talented, strong, and a body. All those curves and me with no brakes.” Are you serious right now? “I’ve gone ahead and submitted an application to the agency on your behalf. I also put in a submission for denial to the agency and a request that the application for consideration of employment go to me. So don’t think running to the agency will get you out of this. I was going to make you both my very special VIP package for our best clients. However you have come in here and caused a disturbance. Vandwerwood raised a fighter but he didn’t raise a lady. If you want to act like a brute than you will be one. You will now be my hired gun and your little pixie out there will be my most esteemed call girl. You will be rewarded with very sizable salaries and club privileges. Now get out.”

“No.” Samantha’s voice didn’t waver. Not even for a split second.

“No is not an option, you are now my employee and due to how close you are with that girl she will and already does know too much. So you both are indebted to me. You by contractual obligation and her by threat. If you try to leave , you will both be killed.”

“I’ll do both.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’ll be your hired gun and a call girl. She stays away from any part of what goes on with the clients in this club.”

The man was silent. Still facing away from Sam. “Madam, bring her something to type up her terms with.”

20 minutes later and Sam had signed a contract. And all her terms and stipulations were met.

Samantha and Kaeli would be trained in high society, upper class, and etiquette. They would both be available for dates , dinners, and events with the top tier of the elites. Sam would  be awarded business classes and Kaeli would learn Public relations. After a certain amount of time was put in with Kaeli working events and handling all PR and media for the club or scandles for the club and the employer, she wouldn’t have to go on dates anymore. Sam would be a lady goon, and a jazz singer/performer for the club and she would spend nights with clients. Normally most girls would have the choice on whether or not they wanted to sleep with clients but he had told Sam that there would be no exceptions with her. She would bring in top clients and top dollar. She would have opportunity to progress and climb up the ranks.

The madam was impressed with Sam’s sense of business and her courage to try and sacrifice all of her freedom for Kaeli to get away. The madam agreed to help Sam lie to the employer about her sleeping with clients.

Kaeli had worked off her debt and now only had to work PR and media for the club, and Sam had worked her way from all thug duties and had become the clubs “Sparkling Diamond” and a business partner. They made incredibly good money but they kept it to themselves. As far as everyone else was concerned, Kaeli and Samantha were just two strugglers. A struggling actor and a struggling screenwriter/stage manager. The only little slice of a normal life that they had.

“Sam, SAM!”

Vanderwood’s booming voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

“Sorry. Look, it’s nothing too serious right now I just, I got reckless and I may have messed up with he boss.”

“Don’t piss off your employer is one of the first rules I had ever taught you. What on earth would make you jeopardize what you have?”

“I don’t know Van! I was with the C&R director working a party being held in his honor and he is nothing like the chairman and I just thought maybe I could do things my own way. A way that works better and runs smoother and I just...”

“Oh, Sam...don’t tell me. You like the walking ATM.”

“No. I don’t.” She was extremely annoyed by Vanderwoods assumption. She knew better than that.

“No. I respect him as a business man and he has a very kind and insightful soul.”

Sam smirked she knew exactly how to mess with Van.

“And I mean I don’t know...I guess he’s just so...damn...seeexxxxyyy.”

“Stop.”

“I swear he makes my knees weak.”

“Gross.”

“He touched me and I swear my legs started to tremble, What I wouldn't’ give to see his big throb-”

“YOU DON’T TALK LIKE THAT IN FRONT OF ME.”

“Easy, Van. Holster your taser. Listen I just came over to make sure that if something does happen, you have my back.”

“Always.”

The two shared a quick side hug and Samantha made her leave. She had a lot to think about. Good think she took her bike. She was going to zip through the freeways at high speeds to clear her mind.

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Defenders Countdown: 28 Days

Power Man and Iron Fist

    The time has come! In less than a month, Luke Cage and Danny Rand will finally be running headfirst (fist first?) into each other in glorious live action. In preparation, here is a quick overview of the history of this most beautiful of friendships.  

    Luke and Danny meet under less-than-ideal circumstances-- though as any longtime reader of superhero comics knows, the best friendships often start with an editorially-mandated Superpowered Showdown(TM). Luke’s loved ones-- Claire Temple and Noah Burstein-- are kidnapped by sleazy mob boss Bushmaster, and threatened with death unless Luke kidnaps one of Bushmaster’s own enemies. The kidnappee in question is Misty Knight-- bionic ex-cop, one half of Nightwing Restorations, and Danny’s girlfriend. Luke, who grudgingly agrees in order to ensure Claire and Burstein’s safety, learns that Misty is at the Rand townhouse and busts in to grab her. 

    Chaos ensues. It just so happens that Misty and Danny are out on a date, and instead, Luke runs into Colleen Wing-- who manages to call for backup just before Luke knocks her unconscious. Misty shows up next, and gets in a few good hits before getting KO’d as well. When Danny arrives and sees what’s happened to his two closest friends, he is... less than forgiving.    

Danny: “Mr. Cage-- turn around.”

Power Man #48 by Chris Claremont, John Byrne, and Francoise Mouly

    As anyone might after getting a building dropped on them, Luke comes up swinging. The fight is as intense as you’d expect, with Danny’s extreme training and chi powers balanced out by Luke’s sheer toughness and strength. They’re both used to winning, and this surprising challenge shocks and impresses them. Seeing at last that the fight can’t go on, and trusting Power Man’s heroic reputation in spite of his current behavior, Danny takes a gamble and lets Luke grab him. 

Danny: “Hands like vise... can’t breathe... But... I... sense at heart... Power Man isn’t... killer. I can try... tiger claw to eyes... last resort... blind him... Then, if that works, if I can summon... strength... pop his eardrums... killing blow, but not yet.”

Luke: “Lord, no-- What am I doin’?”

Power Man #48 by Chris Claremont, John Byrne, and Francoise Mouly

    This near murder shocks Luke out of the fight. Calming down enough to explain himself, he soon earns Danny, Misty, and Colleen’s trust and sympathy. As a team, they rescue Claire and Dr. Burstein from Bushmaster’s headquarters, and then-- with the help of Danny’s attorney Jeryn Hogarth-- free Luke, at last, of the drug charges that originally sent him to jail. 

Danny: “Alone at last. You changed your name, huh? Jeryn says your real, legal identity is now Lucas Cage! [...] Luke, how do you feel?”

Luke: “Kid, if you live a thousand years, you’ll never know [...] how sick I felt when they put me away... an’ how gut-bustin’ good I feel tonight. I ain’t just free, Danny-boy, I been reborn!”

Power Man and Iron Fist vol. 1 #50 by Chris Claremont, John Byrne, Dan Green, et al. 

    Luke and Danny’s friendship progresses quickly after this. They start hanging out (their first one-on-one team-up occurs while Luke is giving Danny a tour of Harlem), and they come to realize that they really enjoy partnering up. At the time, Luke is working on retainer for Misty and Colleen’s P.I. business, but with Danny in the picture he considers revitalizing his own operation-- this time with some key changes.   

Luke: “Y’know, Danny-- we make a pretty good team. If I wasn’t part of Misty’s detective agency...”

Danny: “You got fired, remember? Although I’m sure they’ll take you back. If you really want them to...”

Power Man and Iron Fist vol. 1 #53 by Chris Claremont, Ed Hannigan, Sal Buscema, et al.

    When the offer comes, Danny eagerly agrees to join Luke’s Heroes for Hire business-- for several reasons. Having been born wealthy and then raised in a society without an emphasis on financial gain, Danny has no concept of the value of money. He hopes that joining Luke’s small, low-income business will fix this. It also gives him the sense of purpose and chance to use his skills that he has been desperately searching for since becoming stranded on Earth. But mostly, it allows him to spend more time with Luke. For the 72 issues that Heroes for Hire exists in its original form, Luke, Danny, and friends face down everything from dragons to Daleks (not a joke-- there are actual Daleks in this series)-- while building both a reputation as one of the baddest street-level teams around, and a friendship that is nothing short of legendary.    

Danny: “--It’s me! [...] Are you all right?”

Luke: “Just fine now! Bet you’re the one who saved my hide, right?”

Danny: “Well, I, uh, suppose I did.”

Luke: “I knew that you did!”

Power Man and Iron Fist vol. 1 #85 by Denny O’Neil, Keith Pollard, and Christie Scheele

    All good things must come to an end, however, and the first iteration of Luke and Danny’s partnership ends in the most sudden, shocking way possible. In a freak accident, Danny is beaten to death by another superhero, and Luke is blamed for it. 

Tower: “Fact: Iron Fist was pummeled to death by someone with superhuman strength. Fact: the day before the murder you had an argument with Iron Fist. A very loud, very public argument. Fact: Iron Fist’s will names you as sole beneficiary of the Rand fortune. Fact: your P.I. firm, Heroes for Hire, has been going down the drain from the word go. Fact: you’re an ex-con with a reputation for being a hothead. [...] I may not have an airtight case... but I’ve got enough to hang on to you until I do.”

Luke: “What are you pushin’ for, Tower? District Attorney not good enough for you? You runnin’ for mayor or somethin’?! You’re grasping at straws, man. You got nothin’ and you know it. I loved that man.”

Power Man and Iron Fist vol. 1 #125 by James Owsley, Mark Bright, and Bob Sharen

    Luke manages to avoid a prison sentence, but the experience seriously damages his psyche. He has once more been accused of a crime he didn’t commit, thus proving that in the eyes of the world, he’ll always be a morally suspect ex-con-- one capable of murdering someone he thought of as a brother. In the wake of Danny’s death he moves to Chicago, trades in the yellow v-neck and tiara for a more subdued, darker look, and starts a new solo act as a tough mercenary who’s only in it for the money. When it turns out that Danny didn’t actually die, but had been replaced by a shape-shifting sentient plant from K’un-Lun (er, long story...), it takes Luke a little while to sort out his feelings. 

Danny: “Like the ‘in it for bucks’ attitude you throw in everyone’s face? That’s not you. [...] And it also stops anyone from getting too close, eh? Like I did?”

Luke: “Yeah! Don’t you get it? You proved the only one I could ever count on’s me.”

Cage vol. 1 #12 by Marc McLaurin, Dwayne Turner, and Kris Renkewitz

    ...But he and Danny figure things out. 

Luke: “Got your ticket and... all, Fist?”

Danny: “Yeah, Luke. Look, despite all that’s happened-- all that’s changed-- I want you to know, you’re still my best friend. And I’ll always be there.”

Luke: “Me too, man. Me too.”

Cage vol. 1 #13 by Marc McLaurin, Scott Benefiel, and Frank Turner

    Since then they have remained BFFs and de facto brothers, sticking together through several more iterations of Heroes for Hire, Luke’s own personal Avengers team, and everything in between. When Luke and Jessica Jones have a baby, they name her Danielle-- Dani for short.       

Danny: “That’s really nice, guys.”

Jessica: “You’re her family. You know that, right? (Unless you’re really a Skrull, then you can go @##$ yourself.)”

Luke: “And you got matchin’ booties.” 

Jessica: “Man, he’s been waiting to drop that joke on you.” 

New Avengers vol. 1 #34 by Brian Michael Bendis, Leinil Yu, and Dave McCaig

    ...And in that one alternate universe where Danny and Misty’s baby is real (stay tuned for our Danny and Misty post for more on that...), they name her after her uncle Luke. 

Jessica: “Lucy, how does your dad look?”

Lucy: “Daddy, you look beautiful.”

Danny: “Thank you, Lucy. Man, you look so much like your mom. How’d I get so lucky?”

Secret Wars: Secret Love, “Misty and Danny Forever” by Jeremy Whitley and Gurihiru

   As is often the case with people who have spent years in close proximity, they’ve rubbed off on each other-- to the point where they can anticipate each other’s behavior, occasionally finish each other’s sentences, and (possibly most endearingly) have even picked up each other’s slang and speech patterns.

Guy: “What about the explosives?”

Luke: “Fist’s taken care of that.”

Guy: How do you know?”

Luke: “’Cause I know him!”

Power Man and Iron Fist vol. 1 #89 by Denny O’Neil, Denys Cowan, and Christie Scheele

Danny: “All right, mama, you may be bigger, badder and... a few thousand years more powerful than the last dragon I faced... but then I hadn’t mastered the power of the Iron Fist!”

Immortal Weapons #5 by David Lapham, Arturo Lozzi, and June Chung

    Luke and Danny’s newest H4H venture was recently torpedoed by Diamondback, and they’re both currently working through some major changes in their own lives, but their love is stronger than ever. 

Luke: “It’s gonna be okay, brother. I love you.”

Danny: “Love you, too.”

Power Man and Iron Fist vol. 3 #15 by David Walker, Sanford Greene, and Lee Loughridge

    The teasing and baiting of Luke and Danny’s imminent encounter in The Defenders has been relentless-- from Danny worrying about Claire’s unnamed, bullet-riddled friend in Episode 11 of Iron Fist, to Mike Colter and Finn Jones hugging on stage at NYCC last year. In the interviews they’ve done together so far, the two actors have displayed what we consider to be fantastic chemistry, and when questioned about their characters’ relationship in the show, they’ve both indicated a level of care being taken to their interactions that, for us, is a big relief. After all, they can’t rely on viewers having read the comics-- this friendship needs to be built anew in the MCU.   

Finn: "The dynamic between the characters is working really well. Before we started this, because there was such hype around our characters coming together for the first time, there was a worry that it might be too over- sensationalised or too over-written or too over-anticipated. But the way that it’s written and the way that we’re getting on and working together, it feels really natural.”

Mike: "They’re trying to organically allow our characters to get to know each other, without just going, ‘Hey, I like you, you like me, let’s hang out!’”

Source: SFX

    At this point, we know that Luke and Danny will have their all-important bonding fight-- likely not on the building-destroying scale we’d like (see the beginning of the post), but that’s okay. We also know that both characters are starting from different emotional places than when they met in the comics-- with Luke relatively at peace following his acceptance as Harlem’s hero and the end of his prison sentence, and Danny feeling lost and untrusting in the wake of  all his recent betrayals and the disappearance of K’un-Lun. It will be fascinating to see how these altered mindsets impact the development of their relationship in the show. We also have this little tidbit from Finn, which provides some hints as to the source of their initial tension: 

“There's friction there at the beginning, and it's pretty obvious because we come from two different worlds. Luke Cage is from the streets. And he's trying to do good. He cares about community, he cares about lifting the bottom up... whereas Danny comes from a completely different side of New York, one of privilege, power, and money. And so when they come together, they definitely have a clash of ideals which, throughout The Defenders, they are coming to grips with.”

Source: Den of Geek 

    We have to admit to being nervous about this. The class difference is a notable element of Luke and Danny’s friendship, and something that has been a source of misunderstandings in the comics: 

Luke: “Don’t seem fair, somehow... how some folks gotta hustle all their lives just to get by, and others got it made ‘cause they were born rich. Only thing all that hustling ever got me was a term in Seagate Prison-- ‘Little Alcatraz’-- for something I never even did.”

Danny: “Luke, we’re partners now. You’re my best friend. Anything I have is yours... whatever you want. Just name it.”

Luke: “No way! I got little enough as it is without losin’ my self respect, too.”

Danny: “But I didn’t... I only meant...”

Power Man and Iron Fist vol. 1 #56 by Mary Jo Duffy, Trevor Von Eeden, and George Roussos

    Danny’s utter lack of interest in money jarring with Luke’s desire to make a living is a neat thing, and we would love to see it integrated into the show. However... it shouldn’t lead them to actually fight. Unless handled impeccably, that would feel out-of-character and weird. Danny is the most down-to-earth billionaire ever, who lacks the typical mindset of those born rich, and this needs to remain true since it’s a key component of his character. Even if Rand Enterprises had some direct, negative impact on Harlem that were to come to light in The Defenders (which-- hey-- is possible), we can’t imagine a reason why Danny wouldn’t be completely on Luke’s side. 

    But of course, we’ll reserve our judgement until we’ve actually watched the show. For the moment, we can’t wait to finally see this friendship happen. It’s gonna be beautiful.           

#Luke Cage #Danny Rand #Iron Fist #Heroes for Hire #Commentary #Defenders Countdown

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Stream of Consciousness

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****WATCH OUT FOR LOTS OF GRAMMATICAL ERRORS****

fav marvel opener- flipping comic book pages -never read any whoops

no one is wearing black- back in black

sexist- driver woman

rdj is =iron man

peace sign kid holds- he dies so thats why tony does peace sign

"older guy cant work camera" clishe

uggggh shaky camera

why was he with the troops/ not in helicopter?

zoom into bomb fast- GREAT fast comedic moment just before sadness

he shud not have been conscious after explosion that close

WTF IS THAT UNDER HIS SHIRT WTF- IFITS ARMOR IT SHULD PROTECT HIM

al quaeda to soon

so hes steve jobs- made a frikin computer in his garage

ewww rbj with no beard- bad cgi :( cant u just shave and get over urself?

yes weapons are the key to peace hahahahahahAHAHAHAHAHAHAHhahaha

rip terrence howard as rhody

"too cool for award" cliche

"bald guy is bad" cliche

"hes always working" uhhh besides a few montages.... no he really just parties

only talks to cute girls....... uggggh

military funding? ha more like military debt ahahahahah 20 trillion is iron mans fault

jarvis is wing man after one night stand???? idve thought hed think tony was cheating lol

"girl wakes up with just guys shirt" cliche

"guy wakes up and leaves before girl wakes up" cliche

cat fight ha+2 points

literal and figurative island haha

so tony aint smart, he just uses jarvis

he obvi doesnt know how t4he faa works

i was gonna get REAL mad if tony didnt buy a painting cuz it was "too expensive" but we good

tonys a dick

yet pepper finds him attractive

ksorry

yaaaas rhody calling him a baby cuz he FING IS

im pretty sure laser shows in airplanes are illegal

"im not drinking them gets drunk" cliche

in my opinion from what ive collected, you cant be feared AND respected. fear takes over and you do things based on fear, not fromrespect - also how will blowing up people help them respect you? unless youre talking about getting respect from those u protect and those u kill cuz thats completely differeent then

"i respectfully disagree" or do you "fearfully disagree"

starts out as all techno talk, then turns into baby talk wtf

that shock wave conviently stopped right after it hit them

montage of painful surgeyr cliche

ewww that pipe in his nose as groooooooss

"dont do that but dontexplain" cliche

the dude cant understand english how did he know that tony refused????

why tf wouldnt u test it ANYWHERE BUT THE MIDDLE EAST?????

why cant they just wait and order the missile

k so this scene is srs and all but WATCHING HIM CARRYING THE CAR BATTERY IS SOOOO FuNNY I CANT

"no he wont" OK NOW U CANT UNDERSTAND U POS

"theyll never find u" cliche

why is his friend here?

how does he know how to build it? tbh he probs just had jarvis do it back home

how does the gov not know hes selling weapons to terrorists? we cant be that corrupt can we?

so hes building his ring thing but they DONT FING NOTICE THATS THERES NO MISSILES AT AlL??????

and they didnt question them the entire time

lemme peek but not go in and investigate

"i have steady hands" and then he crashes his car and LOOK! Doctro strange!

when a speech starts with a history lesson, u know its been rehearsed u poser

honestly... hot coal in mouth- worst way to die fml

props to marvel for not telling how fast theyre moving so i cant bust them for not being able to get it done

why the circle around the chest thing

wouldt one of their rules to be able to see u at all times

ctrl i is italicize hahahaha

why did the lights shut off but no the clearly hookedup laptop?

i enjoy the rock music as background music- not ur stereotypical ( yet awesome) hans zimmer score

yaaaaaas bitches run

gun shootsthen rebounds onto him- pretty sure thats not how physics work

if anyone should die, its tony tbh that whiny bithc

-2 for killing an actual good guy

how does not one of those bullets penetrate his suit?

----not enough use of the word penetreate

k no theyd keep shooting

tony: everythings on fire and im dying

ouchie that giant fall

how does he know hose helis are good?

DONT TOUCH HIS SUNBURNT AND BLISTERING SHOULDERS RHODY EWWWW

+2 for cheeseburger yas

-2 for burger king ew

doesnt sheild deal with aliens not terrorists?

newsreels? hes not THAT old

+10000 for ACCOUNTABILITY AND RESPONSIBILTY WOOOOO

k hes obvi doing the best thing here and now everyone gets pissed for him TRYING TO SAVE PEOPLES LIVES EHY IS THAT BAD?????? HE ALREADY HAS a shit otn of money LET HIM BE

fuck u and ur segway obidiah

the other thing..... dont put ur name on it

jokes on u! it was alqueade

+100 for mad money reference!!!!!

...so pepper didnt know about it so whyd he blame her for .3 seconds?

pepper is useless omg PUT YOUR HANDS IN HIS CHEST

why did he say dont take out the magnet but all of a sudden u dont need it?

i wonder if they actually built robots for tonys btterfingers

rhodeys we need pilots speech was just proven again by the aircraft landing in the hudson

so non military= humanitarian now? and if so why that bad?

honestly surprised that jarvis isnt some hot lady voice

k raza with sunglasses= morpheus

why is the mask the most vital part for raza?

tony crashing into wall is why u should ALWAYS WEAR A HELMET KIDS

obadiah is NOT playing the piano

+2 for not trusting obidiah

daaaamn if thats 1% whats 100% capacity

and he still doesnt wear a helmet

k his eye holes are so small how can he actually see?

run before walking leads to lots of problems later in life tony

at leaast he checked atc

goddammkit u made smol child drop ice cream

beginners luck

rip that baby grand he probs didnt know how to play

+2 for that fire extinguisher

+50 for Pepper being a cutie with that gift

how does tony not have his liscence revoked? hes a shit driver and can hire a chaffeur

STAN LEE BABE

RIP COLESON OMG :'(

so just fire pepper and marry her

pepper is totally right and tony should seperate who actually matter to him

how is a lot of olives 3?

im not my company- THEN TAKE UR NAME OFF HOE

no, modern day hell s walking those 15 miles and watching a car and heli and camera lady who are fine and can get there in 20 minutes

i sincerely hope that these footages were planned and not real

is this the news or a documentary?

just realized he never gave pepper her drink lol

yeah, let the kids watch their dad get shot thats fine omg

after that hit, he looks like a lion

why did he say colonel rhodes form weapons development? that name isnt that common

there was 0 time for radio contact omg

the only thing i could think during this scene was SERPENTINE SERPENTINE SERPENTINE

k now im getting a lil tired of the electric guitar

finally obi has been outted geez

im feeling some west side story WITH snaps

why is raza telling obi what he ALREADY KNOWS CUZ THEYVE BEEN IN CONTACT

how has no one noticed that obi just GOES TO THE MIDDLE EAST LIKE ALL THE TIME

this scene between pepper and tony is THE MOTHER of cliched lines

WHY DIDNT SHE SHUT DOWN THE COMPUTER STUPID WEIRDO

he tried to push his hair back hahahaHAHAHAHAHhaha

not scraps obi.... he had his own stuff

im just imagining obi hidig under toys couch haha

that dick took his shirt!!!

yaas beethoven reference

props to makeup people for his paralysis on point!

sorry but paralysis seems to me like U CANT FING MOVE TONY

i thought the old reactor needed a magnet

OF ALL THE CARS TO STEAL RHODY YOU STEAL THE AUDI

goddman all these chains

JUMP SCARE COMING HAHA I KNEW IT

-2 awful jump scare

yes middle age mom- honk at the GIANT FING ROBOT

nooo not the hydrogen powered bus!

gooood iron freezes before stainless tell

daaamn obi is a real bad shot

and radiation now floods the malibu land area and thosands are illed thanks to tonys reactor

sk glad hes corrected the mediait aint iron

coleson never briefed tham

that was longer than 90 seconds

iron man- STOP TRYING TO BE BATMAN

great ending 10/10

affter credit scene: 10/10 avengers yay

#film critic #tony stark #iron man #filmery #stream of consciousness

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