#they’re both like shut up and get back inside me but nope

[nicollekidman]

sydcarmy is soooo like yeah isn’t it annoying that half your soul is walking around being mad at you and pushing you to be better smh

#they’re both like shut up and get back inside me but nope #they’re independent beings! so sad

[ihni]

Billy Hargrove has been dead for little over two months when Steve opens the door to find him on the doorstep, dirty and pale and shaking. He stares at Steve with wide eyes – bluer than Steve remembers – before he collapses into a heap of dirty limbs halfway across the threshold. Steve pulls him inside, disposes of him in the couch in the living room, and naturally proceeds to freak the fuck out.

After some processing, he decides that he must be experiencing a very vivid dream – and honestly, it’s a welcome change after the usual nightmares – and since it’s merely a dream, he opens a bottle of his dad’s best whiskey, because where’s the harm, right?

An hour later finds Steve sitting on the floor with his back to an armchair, predictably drunk and watching Billy sleep. Or possibly being unconscious. It doesn’t really matter which, since it’s only a dream.

Turns out, though, that it’s not a dream – or if it is, it’s a damn weird one. Because Billy wakes up, and when he looks around the room and spots Steve there, he starts to cry, which. Is not something that Steve’s brain could ever dream up, alcohol-soaked or not. And Billy feels solid enough under Steve’s hand, when he awkwardly pats the other boy’s shaking shoulders.

The events that have taken place are eventually revealed, but make no sense to either of them. Apparently Billy woke up somewhere dark and cramped (the coffin, he doesn’t say, but Steve hears it anyway), promptly panicked, and … broke out, somehow. Dug himself out from the rain-soaked earth, and stumbled along the roads until he saw a house he recognized. Which was Steve’s house.

It’s impossible, Steve knows. Billy has been dead for months. Steve saw him die – had first row seats to the sight of him getting impaled by a monster made out of meat and bones – and coming back from the dead after all that is simply not possible. Yet here Billy is, sitting on the floor of Steve’s living room, not a mark on him.

(Literally. There are no marks, no scars. Just smooth skin where they both know he was speared through.)

They spend the rest of the night slowly making their way through Steve’s dad’s expensive whiskey.

In the morning, Billy says, voice hoarse; “I need you to drive me to California.”

Steve thinks of asking why. Thinks of Max, thinks of Billy’s parents, thinks of telling the Party or the police or at least some adult who would possibly know what to do. What he says, though, is “Okay.” The world swims, and he adds, belatedly, “Tomorrow, though. I’m too drunk to drive now.”

A snort is the last thing he hears before he falls asleep where he’s sitting.

~~~

Half the next day is spent nursing hangovers and realizing that nope, last night wasn’t a dream or an alcohol-induced hallucination. The other half is spent making preparations for the trip.

Now when Steve is sober, he revisits the idea to simply tell someone. Billy being back is a miracle, and there are people mourning him, people who has missed him –

Billy shuts that down hard and fast. “No one is mourning me here,” he says, voice gravel-rough. “If they act like they do, it’s because they’re feeling guilty. There’s nothing left for me here.” He licks his lips, and his next words are a whisper. “I never wanted to come here in the first place.”

And, like. If he really thinks about it, Steve realizes that they wouldn’t be able to keep Billy being back a secret if he stayed in Hawkins. And if they tell Max, or Billy’s family, then word would spread. The government would no doubt hear of it. There would be a high probability of Billy being taken in for tests, experimentation, whatever else.

He doesn’t deserve that, Steve thinks as he watches Billy emerge from the shower wearing borrowed clothes. Because Billy died saving them. Sacrificed himself for them, even when they’d done so little to try to save him. This? Driving Billy to California? It’s the least Steve can do for him.

~~~

They get on the road the next day. Steve has taken time off work blaming the death of an elderly aunt and a rare family gathering, and been as vague as he can get away with concerning how long he’ll be away. Early in the morning, they put their bags – Billy’s is a borrowed one, containing only Steve’s things since he has nothing of his own and understandably didn’t want to keep the clothes he had on when he was buried – in the trunk of the car, and get in.

Steve is driving. When they pass the “Leaving Hawkins” sign, Billy lets out an audible sigh and slumps down in his seat. Steve glances over at him, and Billy explains without being prompted; “I always hated this town. I can’t believe they fucking buried me here.”

His incredulousness over the fact draws a snort out of Steve.

~~~

It’s strange, how easy it is to get used to having Billy Hargrove next to him while in a confined space. Stranger yet, how well they get along considering their history. And even more strange, how different Billy seems now, when they’ve left Hawkins behind them.

Or perhaps it’s not strange at all – at least not in comparison to all the other weird stuff they’ve both seen and somehow lived through. In the great scheme of things, one young man coming back from the dead and wanting to go back home doesn’t even make the top ten list of weird shit.

Billy is surprisingly funny, and witty, and smart – and it is dazzling without the sharp edges. It takes Steve a while to recognize what is missing, and when he does, it makes him watch Billy with new eyes. Because Billy doesn’t seem to exist behind a layer of anger anymore. The tension is gone. The further they get from Hawkins, the easier Billy seems to breathe.

The change is remarkable. Makes Steve think that he probably never knew who Billy really was, before this.

He finds himself thinking that he is looking forward to getting to know the real Billy.

~~~

They take turns driving. Sometimes they talk, sometimes they sit in companionable silence, and sometimes whoever’s in the passenger seat naps while the other drives. They stop at gas stations to stock up on gas and snacks, and at diners for food. That first night, they drive straight through, but the next night they stop at a motel for some proper sleep in a bed.

They share a room, but lie in separate beds. They talk for hours in the dark before falling asleep.

“I never wanted to be buried underground,” Billy says, when they’re both on the edge of sleep. “They knew that.”

“What did you want, then?” Steve asks, never having considered an alternative.

“I wanted to get back to the ocean,” Billy says. “Have my ashes spread over the surface of the water and become one with the waves again.”

Steve doesn’t know what to say to that. That he’s sorry that even Billy’s own family didn’t respect his final wishes? That it sucks that they buried his body in the dirt of a town he hated, leaving him to rot there forever when he never even wanted to come there in the first place?

“’One with the waves’ … That sounds beautiful,” he decides on. And then, as an aside, “I’ve never even seen the ocean.”

Steve can hear the smile in Billy’s voice when he speaks next. “You’re going to love it. It’s … everything.”

~~~

They get closer – to California, and to each other – and the closer they get, the less urgency Steve feels to get to their destination. Because what will happen when they get there? Steve can’t just leave Billy there without a means to support himself. Without a home, without a car, without money – without someone to take care of him. Steve can’t help it – he worries.

And then he looks at Billy’s smiling face next to him, and feels his worries being washed away.

He still finds himself taking the scenic route more often than not. Insisting on taking detours to see the sights. Claiming he’s too tired to drive unless he takes a break.

Billy smiles as if he knows what Steve is doing, but he doesn’t make a comment. Doesn’t complain. Seems to enjoy this little bubble they’re in together, in Steve’s car with the world passing them by outside.

It’s strange. But it’s nice, too. Steve kind of doesn’t want it to end.

~~~

The last night, they stop at a motel an hour or two from their destination. They could have kept on driving, but none of them seemed to want to. So they get a room, as usual. Steve pays, as usual. There are two beds, as usual.

Yet, when it’s time to sleep, Billy forgoes his own bed and goes to stand by Steve’s. There’s a question in the air between them, unasked.

Steve answers by peeling back the comforter in invitation. His mouth is dry and his heart is beating like a drum in his chest as Billy climbs in next to him.

They don’t speak much, that night. But they kiss. And they hold each other.

“I never wanted to come to Hawkins,” Billy whispers between kisses. “And I hated it there. But I met you, so I guess it wasn’t all bad.”

The next morning, they wake up in each other’s arms.

~~~

“I’ll show you my home,” Billy says when they get back in the car after breakfast. Steve is back behind the wheel, because he wants a reason to keep his eyes on the road. If he watches Billy too much, he’ll do something stupid – like turn the car around and go back to Hawkins with Billy still in it, or perhaps decide not to go back to Hawkins at all, himself. Just, stay here with Billy, for a while longer.

It’s a fantasy that hurts, so he pushes it down. Concentrates on following Billy’s directions, and drive through a city bigger than one he’s ever been in.

(When he first spots the glittering blue between buildings, he gasps. So does Billy.)

They drive through the city, then out of it. Along a winding road with fewer and fewer buildings around, the ocean vast and terrifyingly endless to their right. Eventually Billy directs them down a gravel road that doesn’t have a sign and looks like it might lead onto private property. Steve would worry, would perhaps protest, if it wasn’t for the longing on Billy’s face.

They have to walk the last bit, Billy says. They get out of the car. It’s hours before noon, but it’s already warm. Steve’s in just a T-shirt, and for a second he his face to the sun to feel the warmth of it on his skin – before turning to Billy only to see him turned to the sun, too. Like a flower in bloom.

He looks golden, in this light.

After a short walk down a steep incline, they end up on a little beach. A tiny one, empty, with rocky outcrops on either side which makes it seem like they’re the only people on earth. The sand is fine and pale under their feet, the water lapping at the edges of it and then stretching out in front of them until it meets the horizon, far far away.

It’s beautiful. But it’s not exactly a house. And didn’t Billy say he’d show Steve his home?

“Mom used to take me here when I was a kid,” Billy says, kicking off his shoes. Steve does the same, and pulls off his socks as well. “We used to come here all the time.” Billy holds out his hand with a smile, and Steve takes it. They make their way to the water. “She’d watch me play in the water for hours, sitting on a towel, just listening to the waves and the seagulls.” The first step into the water is a shock – it’s cold, but not freezing. It almost feels alive. Steve takes a tentative step after Billy, bolstered by Billy’s widening smile. “I think taking me here was the most peaceful she ever got to be. It was for me, at least. The best times of my childhood.”

They stand there in the surf, feet in the water and holding hands, when Billy turns to Steve. His eyes are shining with unshed tears and his smile is wobbly as he places his hands on either sides of Steve’s face and leans in for the softest of kisses; their lips just barely brushing against each other.

“Thank you,” he says, and Steve’s heart skips a beat because it sounds like goodbye, “for not letting me stay buried in Indiana.”

He backs up a step. Brushes a tear from Steve’s cheek – that he hadn’t realized had fallen – and turns towards the endless sea. Takes a deep breath and starts walking.

Steve wants to reach out to stop him, wills himself to to say something, but he can’t. Somehow, he knows that this is where they were heading from the start. This is why they had to go here.

As Steve watches, Billy … dissolves. Like in a movie. One moment he is solid, and the next he’s … not. He turns to dust in front of Steve’s eyes, fine dust that glitters like gold in a sudden ray of sunlight. It – he – is spread out over the water, is carried over the clear surface by the gentle breeze.

Instead of being trapped in the ground inland, he becomes one with the waves again.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #sorry guys #canonical character death #got a scene stuck in my head and had to get it out #look at me keeping around the 2K mark!

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (XIV)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters  for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWOis here PART THREE is here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and PART SEVEN is here PART EIGHT is here PART NINE is here PART TEN is here PART ELEVEN is here PART TWELVE is here PART THIRTEEN is here and this is part fourteen! Yes I messed it up this morning yes I had to wait all day to correct it it's all goooood

💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts

Where we last left off... Bart is a good egg who is having a Bad Time waiting for his friend :(

Trigger warnings for this story:  body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) |  my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

💚👻👽👻💚

Danny wakes up with a gasp.

He’s—where is he? Everything hurts. He can barely think. Danny groans, long and loud, and lifts up an aching hand to his temple.

His fingers come away green. Aw, fuck. What happened to him? What’s going on? Why is his hand…blurry? Is he concussed? Is something wrong with his eyes, or with his head??

(He hopes it’s not his head. It’s waaay easier to heal from one than the other.)

Danny tries to sit up, and— NOPE. Ow. Bad idea. Suuuuuch a bad idea. His arms and hands and his neck and his back are screaming at him, now that he’s awake enough to pay attention. Ughhhhhhhhhhh.

He lays back down. His eyes don’t—well, they don’t shut all the way, which part of his brain labels as very bad, actually, but the world does turn darker and greener as he tries to shut his eyes, and that’s close enough to closing his eyes that Danny can mostly zone out past the pain.

He licks his sore lips. They taste like copper. And battery acid. …And Pixie Sticks.

Ugh, ecto-blood. His own, he assumes.

Everything is blurry and everything kind of hurts and he doesn’t know how he got here or what’s going on. Danny tries to roll over, tries to get more comfortable, but something starts dragging on the inside of his arm, which means intravenous lines.

Ugggghhhh. He hopes it’s got pain meds at least.

Awake him can deal with this later. Danny zones out, his labored breathing evens.

He’s asleep before he knows it.

*

Danny wakes up next to quiet murmuring, and to weird sensation of something moving in his arm.

He yawns—and his jaw cracks apart farther than usual, with more clicking noises than his jaw usually makes. Weird. His arms come up, his eyes unblur…

The tugging sensation doesn’t go away. Danny sniffs blearily. Blinks.

Two white-coated humans(…?) in PPE pause at his bedside, a half-dissembled IV shared between them.

Danny stops breathing. He can’t—is he—

His eyes go to the ceiling. The floor. He doesn’t recognize the room he’s in. He doesn’t understand. Is this the Guys in White again? Is he— Did he never leave? Is he trapped? Danny doesn’t—he can’t—

—One of the white coats starts making worried noises, which. Danny’s never heard that before. It’s usually threats. They raise both their arms, and Danny flinches back—

…And so do they. Huh. Hm. Are the Guys hiring scaredy cats now? That would be a change of pace, if they were as scared of Danny as Danny is of them.

The second person clicks the new IV bag into place. Danny stops focusing on number one and starts focusing on number two.

They don’t make any overt tells either. The IV line is already in him, and the bag is… Well. It’s not red and Danny’s not in any pain, and it’s not green either. It’s just. Kinda opaque? Milky? The person doesn’t start cackling evilly or telling Danny how screwed he is, either. They both just sort of…tidy up?

The first one doesn’t get closer, either, but Danny can mostly tell that they’re scanning him visually. Their attention goes from his face, to Danny’s visible arm, to the puncture point in his elbow for the IV needle.

Danny also eyes his IV point. Well. It looks like a needle. Doesn’t hurt all that much.

Someone says something he doesn’t catch. But the tone isn’t…mean, or anything. If anything, it sounds quiet, and low, like they’re trying to keep him calm.

Danny doesn’t understand.

He moves as far out of the way of them as possible. It only has the effect of a few inches and it's so painfully slow. If that. He— he remembers. He’s supposed to be scared of— something. No, he knows it—

The labs. He’s supposed to be scared of the labs. The smell is rank there and there’s always screaming and Danny had been hurt there; really, really hurt.

He’s still hurt. He’s still in a lab. In a room. In some sort of too-small prison, and now his barely-sewn together lungs are trying too hard to keep air in his body and it’s not working, and—

Danny barely pays attention when the first doctor leaves. He sees the other back into the door and reach for the phone line, and he can’t stop breathing and he can’t calm down because that means that they’re calling for help and they’re going to hurt him all over again. Tie him down. Cut him open. Shock him, until he can’t breathe without screaming—

Someone new comes in. They look— rushed. Danny can see her actively tying up long black hair, threading a mask up over her face, pulling on one of those paper shifts the doctors wear. The only difference is that she doesn’t put boot covers on.

She has big, bright boots that go all the way up her legs. With his green vision, they look kind of…greyish? (Maybe they’re pink..?)

Either way. They look…ridiculous. Danny doesn’t exactly forget to be scared, but also…what the fuck.

The woman sees that Danny can see her. She waves.

Danny presses back against his— cot. Bed.

That doesn’t stop her. She pulls latex gloves from out of the paper slip she’s wearing and snaps them on, revealing a thin layer of something shiny underneath her elastic-bound sleeves. Once that’s on, she does a visible body checkup of herself: boots, gown, gloves, mask, hair.

…No hair net, though. Or goggles. The Docs in White always wanted to be fully covered when they saw their victims. Being able to see her eyes is a lot…friendlier.

She figures herself out. Straightens. Gives a double thumbs up.

…Danny's eyes roam around. There’s no one nearby. There's only a wall behind him. Is she looking at…him? Is that directed to him?

She doesn’t move immediately— and once she’s in, the second doctor leaves the room entirely.

…The new person takes over. She goes from monitor to monitor, getting closer, but with none of the focus on Danny, per se. She reads his stats, verbalizes them out loud, which, doesn’t sound like…English? But enough to confuse him? It’s kind of like trying to discern Esperanto when he's not thinking about how it's not English.

Ancients. The pounding in his head is getting worse. Maybe Danny has a concussion or something.

The woman doesn’t…get. Him. In fact, he seems to be the least interesting thing in the room to her. Her time is spent on reading the charts and the machines waiting around him, putting something into a…fridge? A Cabinet? In the corner of his room? And otherwise, she leaves him alone.

Until. She does get up and look at him, and all of Danny tenses up painfully. He can’t move. Something’s holding down his legs, his body’s stiff, and all of him is so tired that he genuinely can’t tell if his waist is tied down or if he’s just that exhausted.

He can hear his heart rate monitor kick up. He can’t move, not really. He tries to go intangible but his core just throbs with misery, and—

She mostly just pats his sheets. Not his person, even. Apparently the torture is being held off for now. “Eow eart wel?”

…Danny squints. That is almost English.

“Eom hebbjan yift,” she adds, leadingly, as if Danny is a friend she can tease and not a subject under threat of the knife. He doesn't like it. It hurts. Nothing is real and everyone hates him and all he wants to do is leave but his body is rejecting him and—

Something light and plastic thumps down onto the bed.

Danny blinks. He looks—down. (His neck makes him regret that.)

Is that a…is that a space shuttle? No, ‘cause Danny thinks he recognizes it. It’s Discovery? Isn’t it? That’s the one they just retired. He tries to grab it, but— ouch, oof, his fingers can’t even stretch, bad idea—

The woman gently guides the shuttle into his hand. It doesn’t even hurt. And.

It’s cold to the touch. The model is plastic, it shouldn’t be so cold, but the sensation is distinctly cool and kind of familiar.

…Oh. Danny struggles to flex his fingers around the thing.

It’s him.

Or. Well. The shuttle is his. It has his ectoplasm imbued all throughout it. He can even sort of feel the sensation of carefulplayingcareful he’d have felt while near it. The feeling is weak, and timid, but it’s still there.

So. Then. When did he get it? And…why? Why was it allowed to him? How did he get it?

Is this how they’re feeding him now? Instead of showering him with poorly filtered ectoplasm every time he gets rowdy, are they actually trying to feed his Obsession? For real?? That’s—that’s brand new behavior from the—

Danny blinks. Wait. That’s not it either. Because there’s an IV in him. So…they know he’s getting human food.

So. Uh.

Hm.

Danny doesn’t want to get his hopes up. But this…might not be the Guys in White.

Of course, they might not be better than the GIW either; it’s a total possibility that Danny’s getting suckered into some scheme where every gentle permission and soft voice is a debt he owes…some new reason to take…

His eyelids twitch as they try to shut. He’s so tired. Fear kept him mobile, but now…everything is so heavy.

The lady carefully shushes him, ever so gently. She pulls up his blanket for him. Pats it down.

Danny shivers. He’s so, so scared.

“Ræste þiht,” the woman whispers. The words sound fond. Danny’s so scared, but he’s so tired. His heart is beating so fast. “An freond becymþ hraðe.”

It’s reassuring.

Danny doesn’t want it to be.

He falls asleep the way the desperate do—clawing at the last traces of wakefulness, only to have his consciousness ripped from him.

#Diana: Hi friend! :) I'm glad you're awake! #Danny: *dialling 911 and failing* HELLO???? POLICE?? ANYONE?? HELP??? #HE'S UP AND HE'S PEOPLE! #also shoutout to everyone who thought Danny was too concussed for English. Nope! This is a Fundamentally Different English y'all. #health and hybrids #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #danny phantom #tw gore #tw medical #tw body horror #dcu crossover

[oneweirdbookaddict]

Hello, Whyareyoudo! (I didn't know if you wanted the tag lol) Finally got this written out for you, hope it's alright! It was so interesting to research Tourette's as I wrote this. Thanks for the request!

1182 words.

No warnings! Let me know if that should change!

~~~~

“Shh!” Four hisses, expression pinching. 

Those closer to Four frown at the smithy. 

“Four? You… uh, ok?” Wind asks, glancing at his friend. 

The smith blinks awkwardly, ears flushing. “Oh. Yeah. Sorry, just ignore me.” 

“Were you shushing someone?” Wild asks curiously. 

“No. Nope. Just… making noise. Sorry. I’ll shut up.” And they let it go. No more questions are asked, and Four doesn’t make any more unexplainable noises. 

However, he does keep twitching oddly, wincing as if… he’s in pain. First, his arm twitches, moving halfway to his chest before the smith scowls and moves it back down. Then randomly ticks his head to the side. 

He watches carefully until Four catches him and scowls. “What?” 

“You have tourettes.” He states simply. Not an accusation, not a question. Just puts it out there. 

Four pauses. “I have- I… What? No. I mean…” The smith trails off. Blinks. 

Then settles on, “How the hell do you know that?” 

“Because I have it, too.” He says easily. Shrugs when Four’s eyes go wide. 

“Wait, ok, hold up. What’s tour- ett’s?” Wild frowns. “Can we help?” 

“Tourettes.” Four says. “Its a neurological-” 

“It affects the nervous system and makes it so you make movements and noises you don’t mean to.” He says before Four can launch into an overly complicated, full science report-sounding explanation. 

“And you both have it?” Twi says, looking interested. 

“Well, I do. And I think Four does, too.” 

“Wait so like when you swear randomly you don’t even mean to?” Wind asks. 

He considers this. “Sometimes. But now you’ll never know which ones I do purposefully so you’ll never be able to tell me off, Old Man.” 

That gets some laughter into the group, easing the awkwardness that had developed. 

Four, he notices, doesn’t even smile. 

He seems deep in thought, biting his lip in that way he does when he’s thinking. Or maybe it’s another tic. 

“I don’t think I do.” Four says finally, slowly. “It’s not always the same, it’s just random little… movements. Aren’t tics more… repetitive?” 

“Sure, sometimes. Not always, though. There are other types… but I’m not gonna get too deep into that. Mine were like that, yeah, but I also know someone who’s also diagnosed and his are more like yours. It’s just rarer, I think.” 

Four considers this, then nods slowly. “I’ll have to do some research, I think. It’d be nice to…” 

The smith’s eyes snap to him. “You said were. Past tense. It went away?” 

“It did for me. Well, not entirely. It just… got much less frequent as I got older. It doesn’t happen for everyone.” 

Four nods, fingers twitching. Then shrugs somewhat awkwardly. 

He shrugs, too, feeling bad for putting him on the spot. “We should keep going. I smell rain.” 

So they continue down the path. 

~~~~

They find a town before the rain comes, and an inn as well. With enough rooms open that they all get their own- a rare occurrence. 

Since they’re inside with the rain, Wild and Wars just pass out rations for dinner and they all take to their rooms. 

It’s been a rough few days, and they all go to bed rather early. 

Or so he thought. He wakes up to the door next to his creaking open, soft footsteps fading as they move down the hall. 

He waits a few minutes, then goes in search of the smithy with a sigh.

Out the inn, wandering aimlessly around town for a bit to give Four some alone time, then stumbles across the library in town.

Four, naturally, is buried in a stack of books, eyes slightly crossed as he fixates on the one under his nose. 

“Smithy, it is three in the goddamn morning.” He grunts, and Four jumps and drops the book. 

“Librarian said it was ok.” Four yawns, finding his page again. 

“Wasn’t my point. You even gonna try to sleep tonight?” 

“How can I?” Four mutters. It’s not sharp, not angry, but he still winces anyway. 

“I’m sorry for… I don’t know. You know it doesn’t matter if you do, right? It’s not going to fix the tics or change… well, anything, really. There’s no way to treat-” Four closes the book and shoots him a look. “I don’t have Tourette's and we both know that. I would’ve had these tics since childhood and I haven’t, they’re not nearly repetitive enough to be considered tics, and-” Four sighs. “I know what causes it. Something that happened on my adventure. I appreciate you giving me an out, but I feel awful for lying.” 

He takes a seat next to the smith. “You don’t have to lie. Just…” 

“Lead them to believe the wrong thing,” Four says flatly. 

“You did with Wolfie.” He counters, and Four winces. 

“That’s different. It was his secret.” 

“And this is yours. Listen, you don’t want to tell people about whatever this is. I get it. But they’re gonna ask- letting them believe this will stop the questions. Otherwise, they’ll just keep asking. Not with the intent of prying of course, but just out of curiosity. And that’ll make it worse. Maybe every once and a while you get a question about Tourette’s, but that’ll be it. If you keep deflecting questions they’ll keep asking.” 

Four looks away, considering this. Then nods. “Thanks, Legend.” 

He smiles, getting to his feet. “Anytime, Smithy. Now get some sleep- you look beat. Come back to the inn with me.” Four looks around, nodding. “I just… gotta put all these away first.” 

Gives a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck. 

He laughs, helping the smith put the books back on the shelves, then walking with him back to the inn. 

“Goodnight, smithy.” He says as Four enters his room. 

“Night, Leg.” Four yawns, giving a slight wave as he closes the door. 

~~~~

Four raises his arms above his head, stretching as he walks up to the lake. 

Walks up to Wild, who’s standing at the very very end of the dock, just his heels hanging on. 

A strong gust of wind would put him in the lake. 

“Whatcha looking at?” The smithy asks, and Wild shrugs. 

“Just trying to see if there’s any fish in here.” 

“So you can bomb them?” Four snickers, and Wild scowls playfully. 

“It’s more efficient than sitting there with a worm on a string!” The champion insists, laughing. Four peers at the water, then points at a spot. 

“I think I see some there.” 

Wild crouches, squinting. “Where?” “Over- shit.” 

Four’s arm twitches, knocking into Wild’s back. 

The champion flails frantically, grabbing-

SPLOOSH. 

The others on the land burst into laughter as Wild surfaces, staring in surprise and offense at Forur. “Smithy! I did nothing to you! Well, besides the peppers… and the tomatoes… ok, maybe I deserved that.” Wild sighs, laying back to float in the water. 

“Sorry,” Four shrugs, but he can’t keep the grin off of his face. “Tourette’s.” 

Wild sends a splash of water at the smith, causing Four to laugh and dart back to the safety of dry land.

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#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu four #lu legend #four my beloved #linked universe four #four lu #four linked universe #legend linked universe #linked universe legend #legend lu #always taking requests! #If anyone wants to send one I'd love to write it! #requests #whyareyoudo

[wosoimagines]

Not Really Scary - Alex Morgan/Reader

i hope y’all enjoy. i didn’t really show much of how the USWNT sees R, but I hope you still like it.

prompt: If you want maybe one where the USWNT team thinks R is very closed off and intimidating but they find them looking after Charlie and is really a big teddy bear inside. Possibly Alex Morgan/Reader if you can make it work.

warnings: none

words: 1250

Alex POV

“So, I think it’s definitely interesting that (Y/N)’s here at camp,” Kelley said. 

I furrowed my brow at that. I couldn’t imagine why.

“Why? I mean, she’s one of the best forwards in the NWSL right now,” I said. It was true. I had dreaded going against the Angels because of (Y/N). “I mean, you can’t tell me that you didn’t have the Angels games circled on your calendar.”

“I mean, yeah, sure,” Kelley nodded. We both looked where (Y/N) was sitting on her phone. No one else was around her. “But she doesn’t really talk to anyone. I know that Tierna had mentioned that she rarely talked to any of their teammates when they were playing on the youth squads. Plus look at her. She could run one of us over and put us in the hospital.”

Kelley wasn’t wrong about that. It had quickly became clear just how much of a physical player (Y/N) was and it definitely helped her as she almost just pure muscle.

“Has anyone tried to talk to her?” I asked.

“Nope,” Kelley shook her head. “And I pity whoever is her roommate is.”

We both stared at her for a moment longer. I was curious as to what it would be like to play with the forward.

“Where’s Charlie?”

“The kids wanted to watch her,” I said. Kelley looked over at me but I kept my eyes on (Y/N). “I think they’re all trying to sway her so that they can be her favorite aunt.”

“As if they’ll ever take that title from me,” Kelley said.

“Yeah, we’ll see.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I walked into my room and I was surprised when Charlie ran ahead of me but I found (Y/N) lounging on the bed that I had left free. She looked up from the book she was reading.

“I was curious who I was rooming with,” I said. (Y/N) didn’t really say anything to me. “If Charlie bothers you, just let me know and I’ll take care of her.”

(Y/N) still didn’t say much. I only nodded at that. I pulled a couple of Charlie’s toys out and gave them to her. I made sure that Charlie was okay before standing up.

“I’m going to get a shower, so seriously if Charlie is bothering me, just knock on the door,” I said.

All I got from (Y/N) was a small nod. I nodded my head at that as I grabbed my things to go into the bathroom. I did try to keep my shower short so that I didn’t have to leave Charlie alone with (Y/N) for long. But before I went back out, all I could hear from the room was laughter.

I was surprised when I opened the bathroom I found (Y/N) playing with Charlie. The two didn’t pay me much time until the the bathroom door shut. Once the door did shut, both of them turned their attention to me. Charlie immediately reached out to me. I picked her up before pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“You know, if you ever need someone to babysit, I wouldn’t say no,” (Y/N) said.

I nodded at that but I didn’t really respond as (Y/N) moved to grab a hold of her book again.

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(Y/N) POV

I was surprised when I saw Alex sit down at the same table as me. But I was even more surprised when I realized that Charlie was walking up to my side. I reached down to pick her up once she reached her hands out to me. I looked over the table back at Alex.

“Surprised that you two are sitting with me,” I admitted. 

It hadn’t escaped my notice of how most of our teammates had avoided me. I didn’t blame though as I preferred it that way.

“Well, Charlie wouldn’t accept us sitting anywhere else today,” Alex said. I was a little surprised when she pushed the smaller plate across to me, but I didn’t mind. “It seems that Charlie has decided that you’re her favorite person here besides me.”

I grinned at that. I wasn’t too surprised though as I often helped babysit my nieces and nephews while I was in high school.

“You just have to know how to pick up on what they want,” I shrugged. Alex seemed a little surprised by my answer. “I used to babysit all of my nieces and nephews when I was in high school. Of course none of them are toddlers anymore.”

“Ever think about having your own?” Alex asked.

I looked over at her in surprise before looking down at Charlie. It was a fair question.

“I honestly never gave it much thought,” I admitted. I moved Charlie’s fruit closer to her so she could grab a hold of it. “I mean, I would have to adopt or use some kind of alternative. Just never really thought of it in the kind of lifestyle I live.”

“You don’t seem like the kind of person to live a partying lifestyle.”

“I’m not,” I shook my head. Parties weren’t exactly my scene. A quiet night in was more of my style. “I just never want to be the kind of parent my dad was. He was always busy with work and I’m focused on soccer, so...”

“You just haven’t thought of it.”

“I mean, maybe one day,” I nodded. I looked back down at Charlie. “Or if I find the right partner.”

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I softly passed the ball to Charlie. I chuckled as she stopped it with her hands before pushing it back to me.

“You kick it,” I said as I bent down in front of her. Charlie shook her head. “It’s a soccer ball. You kick it to each other.”

“No.”

I shook my head at the toddler but I waited for her to turn back to me before I softly passed it to her again. Charlie once again stopped it with her hands before pushing the ball back to me.

“What are you two doing?” Alex as she came up behind Charlie.

“I’m trying to teach Charlie how to pass the ball back and forth. But someone is determined not to kick the ball,” I said.

“I could always join,” Alex said.

“I would never say no to a legend like the Alex Morgan.”

Alex rolled her eyes before I passed the ball to her before she softly passed it to Charlie. Charlie, however, was still content to pushing the ball to us. I shook my head at her as Alex and I continued to kick the ball back and forth while Charlie just pushed it.

“You grew up in Los Angeles, right?” Alex asked. I nodded at that. “What was it like?”

“It was home,” I shrugged. Growing up in L.A. had been cool. “I mean, I’m the youngest of five. Living in L.A. can be hard when you have that many kids. It’s been really cool though to play for my hometown.”

“You’re the youngest of five?”

“Yeah.”

“That must have been something growing up,” Alex said. I shrugged at that. “I bet there wasn’t a dull moment growing up.”

“Wouldn’t really know. I was usually overlooked,” I said as I picked at my food. “Usually everything I did, my siblings had already done. It’s why soccer been so huge for me. None of my siblings played. But I was usually the one left out because there was a 5-year difference between me and my youngest oldest sibling but there was only ever like 2 years between my older siblings.”

“It must have been lonely,” Alex said.

“I lived. I had soccer,” I said. There were times where it had felt lonely growing up because I wasn’t as close with my siblings as they were with each other. “We’re all pretty close now.”

“Gone,” Charlie chirped from my lap.

I looked down at her with a smile. I glanced at her plate.

“All gone?” I asked. Charlie nodded at that. “Good! You gotta eat healthy if you wanna grow big and strong.”

“Like you?”

“Yeah, like me,” I nodded.

“Be big and stwong like (Y/N), Mama!”

I softly chuckled at that as I looked over at Alex. She was smiling at Charlie and I.

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“Are you sure you’re okay to watch her for the night?” Alex asked.

I rolled my eyes at her concern. It had to be like the tenth time she had asked me. 

“Alex, we’ll be fine. We’re just gonna hang out in the room,” I assured her. I had babysat plenty of time to know that it would be fine. “We’ll probably just play and eat our own dinner and go to sleep. You’ll come back and we’ll be totally okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Go to dinner with the others. It isn’t my thing,” I said. 

Alex nodded before giving Charlie one last kiss on the top of her head before she left. I grinned as I turned to Charlie.

“Aiwpwane?”

“Airplane.”

Charlie giggled as soon as I picked her up and lifted her in the air as I made engine noises. Charlies squeals and giggles filled the room.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I groaned as I rubbed at my eyes. It took me a moment to realize that Charlie and I were no longer the only ones in the room. I caught Alex shooing the others out of the room as I pulled Charlie off of my chest and laid her down on my bed.

“It looks like you two were comfy,” Alex pointed out.

“We had fun,” I said. I glanced over at the bed where Charlie was laying. “Played, ate dinner, played some more, and then we watched Encanto. We must have fallen asleep during the movie.”

“I’m glad Charlie had fun.”

I nodded at that and watched as Alex pulled her shoes off. I couldn’t lie that I had gotten close to Alex during this camp. I was hoping that we’d be seeing each other more.

“I was thinking that Kelley could watch Charlie tomorrow,” I said. Alex furrowed her brow and turned to look at me as she tilted her head. “I was hoping that I could take you out on a date.”

“I didn’t take you for someone to go out on many dates.”

“Well, I’m not. But there’s this really beautiful forward that plays for the same national team and she has a pretty cool daughter,” I nodded. Alex gave me a small smile at that. “They’ve both been really amazing to me. Tonight, I figured that if this forward was able to create such a lovable and amazing daughter, then I would probably be interested in asking her out.”

“You have to plan it out,” Alex pointed at me.

“Deal,” I grinned. “So tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.”

#alex morgan imagine #alex morgan imagines #uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader #alex morgan x reader #alex morgan #uswnt imagines #USWNT #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso

[t0ast-ghost]

S2 episode 20 (Return To Tomorrow) is what I wish I could do because currently it’s finals.

Onward:

- God, that you? Nope just Sargon

- Ghosts?!?!!

- “Your probes have touched me, Mr. Spock.” WHAT. that’s crazy. 

- Sargon knows Kirk, Spock, and McCoy have to go together

- “You could materialize inside solid rock.” Say what now

- And they got beamed down without the security

- Spock is pondering the orb. They’re all pondering the orb

- The orb is giving me a headache (Don’t show this to people who have sensitivity to flashing lights!)

- Is Jim getting possessed????

- Doctor McCoy with a gun

- “Your captain has an excellent body, Dr. McCoy. I compliment you both on the condition in which you maintained it.” Sargon what the fuck.

- Damn he doesn’t want McCoy possessed :(

- I can tell that they brought in Doctor Mulhall so that Sargon’s lover can have a female body but like… imagine if Thalassa went into Spock’s body

- Oh my god he’s sweating so much goddamn

- Both doctors advising against it is a pretty good sign.

- The cut to Scotty saying, “You’re going to what?! Are they alright in the head doctor?” With McCoy’s reply of, “No comment.” Is genius

- Fuckkk, “Bones, you could stop all this by saying no.” Dude don’t do that to him

- “I want one concrete reason why!” “Well they used to say if man could fly he’d have wings.” Jim, shut the fuck up. What kind of answer is that

- “Because Dr. McCoy is right.” Yeah he fucking is

- They’ve really zoomed in on Kirk’s face

- McCoy has given into peer pressure

- As soon as it’s not Spock in there he gets to smile. He’s so pretty :))

- McCoy has to watch his boyfriends possessed bodies flirt with women

- “I’m surprised the Vulcans never conquered your race.” “The Vulcans worship peace above all, Henoch.” McCoy isn’t taking this bullshit

- Henoch is a bitch! Chapel would bite him if she could

- Why’d he just appear in the doorway like this

- Jim is NOT dead, McCoy :( Can’t be.

- “Do I list one death or two?” That’s your question?!?

- McCoy is not pleased with Henoch and Thalassa’s plans

- Bones just wants his boyfriends back. Stop making him make decisions

- McCoy would defy god. He has. He will again.

- LMAO SARGON’S BACK

- McCoy’s hair is so nice in this episode

- “Jim? Are you alright?” “Yes, I’m fine, but…” this moment would have been greatly improved if McCoy kissed him on the mouth. Or gave him a hug, I’m not too picky.

- SHIT WHERE’S SPOCK

- WHAT WAS THAT SCREAM UHURA?!?

- Henoch gave Kirk period pain

- Say what you will, he’s slaying

- DAMN GET HIS ASS CHAPEL!

- McCoy looks so devastated. He didn’t want Spock to die.

- I love Leonard Nimoy’s acting!

- “We shared consciousness together.” Aww that’s cute

- “It was beautiful.” Chapel looks over to Spock. Sorry he’s taken. I respect the grind tho.

So so sleepy. So sleepy. Good night to all of you wonderful people… on the next one.

Masterpost

Episode written by John Kingsbridge

#star trek #star trek tos #star trek the original series #spock #s'chn t'gai spock #tos spock #leonard bones mccoy #tos mccoy #tos bones #captain james kirk #tos kirk #christine chapel #tos chapel

[xopinkroses]

Can I request a reader that works too much and doesn't have time to relax or sleep? Both working as a demon hunter and some other human job?

(You can pick, I couldn't think of anything. Just something tiring)

The Boy's, V, and Nico again plz!!

(Thank you for requesting ^^ Sorry it took a while, I'm just chipping my way through requests-- promise I'm not ignoring anyone haha💖)

DMC boys + V and Nico x Reader that is overworking themself♥

Summary; Reader works way too hard while balancing two jobs. Warning; Cursing, some actions could be considered as unlawful confinement but for a good cause lol, Reader works as a nurse but remains gender neutral!

MASTERLIST🌸

Dante

Dante had never really thought about how hard a nurse’s job was until you started your second job. You wanted to bring some extra money into the shop, since it was getting kind of hard to pay bills, but it is taking its toll on you. Long hours in a busy environment, mixed with difficult patients and other bitchy nurses, has really been taking it out of you. You skip most meals, either because you’re stressed or just don’t have time, and Dante hasn’t seen you sleep for a while. You arrive home late and then leave early, before he’s awake. 

He’s worried about you. But every time he broaches the subject, you get upset. The extra money you’re bringing in is what’s keeping the lights on! But… it really isn’t, babe. You’re too hard on yourself, you really don’t need to be working so hard. He thinks you're crazy trying to maintain two very different career paths. 

The final straw for him is when you pass out in the middle of the office from exhaustion, that’s when he knows he’s let this go on for far too long. He catches you before you can hit the ground, but you could have been seriously hurt. He tucks you into bed and will not wake you up for anything. If anyone is too noisy in the shop he will flip his lid because “They’re finally asleep, shut up!” He’s whisper shouting as if that makes him any more quiet than if he had just spoken normally. 

You wake up half an hour before your next shift and try to leave the shop but Dante puts himself between you and the door. “No, nope– not happening.”

“Dante, I’m gonna be late,” you groan, your jacket is literally on inside out. 

“Call in sick,” he says, handing you your phone. You hadn’t even noticed he had taken it. 

You refuse and try to force your way past him. What exactly were you hoping to accomplish? Because all that results in, is him picking you up and tossing you onto the couch. Your indignant yells fall on deaf ears as he legit drops his weight on top of you to pin you there. You are not going anywhere until you agree to take the next few days off and relax!

Eventually you realise that trying to push your boyfriend off is pointless and just accept your fate. “Ugh– fine! Just get off me before you crush me.”

“Wow, what are you trying to say, babe?” He feigns offence, rolling off the edge of the couch so he is sitting on the floor beside you. You make the phone call, under Dante’s watchful gaze. Making sure you didn’t try to make your great escape. Now that you’re free for the next few days, Dante plans to smother you in affection. You are going to relax whether you like it or not! Starting with some more sleep, so he takes you by the hand and leads you upstairs where you spend the night cuddled up with your lunatic of a lover. 

Vergil

Working as a nurse and part-time demon hunter was no easy task, but for years you held strong and didn’t once buckle under the stress. But lately… you’re spiralling and he can see it clear as day. Throwing yourself into your work to an obsessive extent. It’s difficult to balance two jobs, especially two very emotionally and physically demanding jobs. It’s gotten so bad lately that he rarely even sees you for days at a time, and when he does you’re dead on your feet. 

You haven’t slept in at least 48 hours, Vergil knows that for certain. Twelve hour shifts back to back as well as helping out at Devil May Cry. How you’re even as composed as you are is a wonder in itself. He really wishes you would just take a break every once in a while to recharge. So as much as he respects your work ethic, when you return home from the hospital just to start getting ready to go out with Dante and Lady, he intervenes. 

“Love, you’re working yourself to the bone.”

It’s rare for Vergil to ask anything of you, so when he asks you to please just sit and talk to him– you comply. You’re sitting on the couch together, he’s holding both your hands in his. You feel heavy, all your body wants is to sleep but you won't let it. Forcing yourself to sit up straight, you ask him what it is he wants to talk about. 

“You need to rest,” he states. His tone is enough to tell you that he’s leaving no room for argument, yet you try anyway. He knew you were a stubborn fool the day he met you, but he never failed to be surprised by the lengths of which your stubbornness could reach. He doesn’t take no for an answer, threatening to literally tie you up if you don’t just go to bed and sleep for a few hours. 

“Please, love,” the back of his fingers brushed against your cheek, his touch gentle, like he was handling delicate glass or porcelain. 

The pleading in his voice was what convinced you in the end. Your boyfriend did not plead with anyone. Sighing in defeat, you lean into his touch, your heavy eyelids falling shut for just a moment. Vergil smiles softly, running his other hand along your neck. You snuggle into his shoulder as he carries you to your bedroom, not letting go when he tries to lower you onto the bed. Your fingers cling to his jacket, even in your half asleep state you’re strong for a human. Although he wonders if perhaps instead of you being strong– maybe you just make him weak?

He doesn’t try to fight you, giving in quickly and laying down in the bed with you wrapped securely in his arms. It’s hardly the most comfortable arrangement, but as long as you sleep soundly, he isn’t about to move. 

Nero

Nero wonders when the hell he became your mother. Isn’t nagging you to eat and sleep something parents do? He doesn’t even care, if you won’t look after yourself, he’s going to do it for you. It hurts to see you upset with him but no amount of yelling or guilt tripping will stop him from calling in sick to work on your behalf. He’s done it before and he’ll do it again. But through it all he remains a pillar of strength for you, making you coffee in the morning and forcing you to sit down and eat whenever possible.

What really makes him snap though, is when he comes home to see you crashed out on the couch, clearly having fallen asleep as you were getting ready for work. You wake up to the sound of the door closing, jumping to sit up in fright. When you see that you’re late for work, you spring off the couch and start running around trying to gather your things. Nero is having none of it. He sees how tired you are– it’s not hard to tell. Your lack of care when it comes to your own wellbeing sends him flying into a rage. 

He doesn’t mean to be harsh with you, he really doesn’t, but the ensuing argument turns heated before he can even process the turn of events. 

“You’re not going! Look at yourself, you need to sleep!” He’s standing between you and the door, a shield blocking you from further self destruction. Seeing the stress flowing off you in crashing waves breaks his heart, there’s nothing he wants more than to stop arguing with you… but he can’t just sit by and let you run yourself into the ground.

“Nero, I’m fine!” You insist with a glare, trying to get past him to no avail. You groan out in frustration. “Nero, move.”

“Not happening!” 

The confrontation gets worse before it gets better, ending with you throwing yourself down on the couch with a huff. Nero sighs, kneeling down in front of you. He looks up at you with desperation in his blue eyes. “You’re killing me, angel,” he says, his human hand resting on your knee. “I watch you work yourself into an early grave everyday, and it kills me. I know that you’re mad at me right now, but please understand I’m doing this because I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

You never meant to worry your boyfriend so much, and hearing him bare his heart to you brought tears to your eyes. Your Nero is such a strong man, unmovable and hotheaded and such a goddamn sweetheart. What did you do to deserve a partner like Nero? 

You place your hand over his, “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologise–”

You shake your head. Even when you’ve hurt him he defends you. “No, I do. I’m sorry for worrying you, I’ll take the day off.”

After you call your boss and are granted the day off, you spend the rest of the day cuddled up on the couch with Nero. His demon hand rests on your back and his human one massages your scalp while you drift in and out of sleep, your face buried into his chest.

V

V has never met anyone as dedicated to helping others as you, or anyone as married to their day job. At first he was mesmerised by your passion and work ethic, but quickly he saw the damage it is doing to you. Your exhaustion and the tension that always seems to knot in your shoulders are painfully obvious to him now. And he’s honestly at a loss of what to do. He doesn’t want to tell you what to do, you’re an adult afterall and capable of making your own decisions… but you're digging yourself into a hole that you might end up too exhausted to climb back out of. 

Which is why he decides to trick you into resting. 

He’s not above a little manipulation when necessary, even if he finds it to be a bit underhanded. Technically he’s not making you do anything, your free will still perfectly intact. He’s a good actor too, so you won’t even suspect him. He didn’t make Shadow lay on top of you, merely suggested it. You’ve always had a strange connection with her. All she has to do is curl up with you in bed and you won’t want to move. It’s an easy way to coax you into giving into your exhaustion and taking the day off. 

When you’re in a more alert state of mind, no longer ready to pass out at any minute, he’ll have a serious conversation about you overworking yourself. He can’t trick you into resting forever, so you’ll have to come to some form of agreement. Creating a reasonable work schedule for both your day and night job– one that will leave you with enough time to actually function like a human should. 

Nico

Nico is scared for you. She knows what it’s like to be absorbed in your work, she’s the same in that sense, but you don’t know when to stop. It’s one thing to be passionate about your job and take up some extra shifts or work a little overtime– it’s something entirely different to work 8/12 hour shifts back to back and then also put 100% into your second job as a demon hunter. You need to have a limit, and you met yours a long time ago. You’re just willfully ignoring it.

She won’t sugarcoat it when she confronts you, you need to understand the effect your self neglectful behaviour is having on the people around you. “Darlin’, you’re not a machine!” 

Nico doesn’t have much of a filter, but at the same time– she’s not particularly articulate. So expect her to stumble over her words a little. Give her a break, she cares about you and isn’t used to all this mushy, lovey dovey shit. She’s not going to make you sleep, but she will make you relax. No exceptions! You will sit on that pretty ass of yours and watch reruns of the Simpsons all day.

~ 🖤

#devil may cry #dmc #devil may cry x reader #dmc x reader #dante x reader #vergil x reader #nero x reader #nico x reader #v x reader #dmc headcanons #dmc imagines

[satans-helper]

Reaching for Stardust - Part XVII

Read Looking for Space here / Playlists / Read RFS on wattpad or read previous parts here

Word Count: ~4000

Warnings: none:)

This chapter took me ages to write! But it ended up being quite a fun one. Hope you enjoy <3

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“I can’t believe the boys actually wanted to go to a club,” I said from the passenger seat of Josh’s Jeep. Although it wasn’t a super long drive to get to the city and to see our kinsmen again, I was glad for the break in the harsh winter weather that made the journey smoother–instead of the ice-slicked and snow-covered roads we’d been struggling to get used to again, the highway was clear and dry, the snow kept to the sidelines. The woods lining the interstate were still coated in a seemingly perpetual layer of white which seemed to sparkle a bit with the rare and warm sunshine, the sky a wall of gentle blue and sparse clouds, the sunlight strong through the windshield. I was actually beginning to feel too warm with the heat from the vents and the sunshine licking my skin, bundled up with anticipation of the worst. You never knew when things might change. But underneath my coat, I was already in my “going out” outfit–a midnight blue sequined top with a deep v neckline that was slightly itchy on the inside but not enough for me to sacrifice it, a black skirt and matching sweater tights to complete it. Sequined black heels too, which made me notably taller than Josh, which he seemed to actually love. 

“It is a little surprising,” Josh agreed, also dressed in his New Year’s Eve celebration outfit–gray, almost silvery, pants and a matching jacket, a white shirt underneath, all topped off with a mixture of silver and gold jewelry. I figured we’d both be sparkling quite a lot throughout the night. “Then again,” he continued, turning down the heat after he saw me close one vent. “I think they’re always riding on the high of a much busier life these days. Going out to a whole myriad of places is more natural for them now.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” I looked out the window again, following the treeline with my eyes, imagining how much fun those three boys must have after their shows. Josh and I heard a lot about those nights, sure, but it would be so different to be a fly on the wall. Or to actually be there.  

“Jane didn’t wanna drive down with us?”

“She’s already there,” I said with a laugh, pulling out my phone to check again for texts from her, though I had a feeling there would be none. “She drove down yesterday.”

“Oh, they had a sleepover?”

“Yes. Imagine that.” Yup–no texts. I clicked my phone shut. “I’m assuming it all went well since she hasn’t texted me at all. Did Jake text you?”

Josh chuckled. “Nope. And why isn’t Bev joining us tonight?”

“She’s got another party to go to.”

Josh gave an exaggerated, offended scoff. “Would this other party be better than spending the night with us at a club called Pearl, drinking overpriced champagne and smoking all of Sam’s weed?”

I laughed. “I think she just doesn’t wanna hang out with Sam, honestly.”

I saw Josh’s lips twist a little. “Ouch.”

“No, no, it’s not like she hates him or anything,” I assured him. “I think she’s still attracted to him but knows he’s not interested anymore. So it’s easier for her to take a step back.”

“You think that or she told you that?”

“She told me. More or less.”

“Well,” Josh said, shifting in the driver’s seat. “That makes me a little sad. Bev is great. Is this going to make their places in the wedding awkward?”

“She assured me that it won’t,” I told him and, for once, I actually really wasn’t worried about it. “She’s hell-bent on finding some hottie at her party tonight and bringing them home.” 

“Oh, is that right? I hope she achieves her goal.”

I reached over to briefly toy with his earring. “What’s our goal tonight, Josh?” 

He giggled and swung his head to the side to evade my intentionally ticklish touch. “Our goal, my darling, is to get absolutely wasted and have the best time ever.”

“Which we will be doing again in like, two and a half weeks.” I shuddered, not from any slight chill in the car but from the anticipation. “At our wedding.” 

“So?”

I smiled, using Josh’s own smile at me to turn the nervous anticipatory energy into unbridled excitement. “So let’s do it.”

-

Pearl lived up to its name which, in my own naivety, I hadn’t expected. Then again, I should have known that Sam especially would only go to a club he passionately approved of, which meant it wasn’t going to be a cesspool or anything even remotely close to “subpar.” Still, I hadn’t been prepared for the slick white light, the shimmering waves illuminating a glossy, excited crowd, hot, scantily clad bartenders and servers passing out colorful cocktails in slim glasses, and certainly not the very not Sam music, which was pulsating and electric. The sound felt like it was vibrating through my bones as the entire lot of us made it past the exceptionally well-dressed bouncer and headed toward the bar.

The place was packed despite it being early. It wasn’t even half past nine, yet a throng was caught up at the bar, some people leaning over the counter in desperation while some stood back, shoulders straight and taut, eyeing the bartenders with impatience and contempt.

“I’ve never been to a club where so many people were actually dressed up,” I noted to no one in particular while I surveyed the people squishing against our group. Even the people who didn’t look fancy were sparkly enough to make up for it. 

“How many clubs have you even been to, girlie?” Sam asked, a cheeky smile on his face while he stayed close to Danny, who was one of the people leaning over the bar. The two of them were dressed up–Sam was in silky, shiny creamy fabrics with a bold pop of red from his jacket, while Danny was in black and indigo. I could even see faint traces of black eyeliner around Danny’s long lashes–oh, how things had changed. 

“This makes two,” I told him, earnestly proud of that fact. 

Danny fell back into line with all of us and said, “It’s gonna be an eternity before we get drinks. Should you guys find us a table or something?”

“Yeah, what exactly are we doing here?” I asked, trying to peer past the crowd ahead of me for spare tables. There were people sitting on the edges of the club, but on free-standing stools, not tables, and with my strained leering I could see a dimly lit hallway that piqued my curiosity. I tugged on the sleeve of Sam’s jacket and asked, “What’s back there?”

“Actual tables,” he told me, giving Danny a shove to get him struggling for the bartender’s attention again. “There’s also a big patio out back.”

“There’s also another bar in there,” Jake said, tilting his head and looking at Sam with his eyebrows raised. “So why don’t we try that?”

“Tag team it,” Sam suggested, lifting his arms to gesture out at the hallway and back behind himself at the bar. “Us here, you back there.” 

“And WE will find all of us a table,” Josh added, linking his arm with mine. 

“My god,” I said, too quiet to be heard over the music while Josh and I navigated through the crowd, Jake and Jane just a few steps ahead of us. I raised the volume of my voice to say, “What do you think about this place?”

“I’m not sure yet,” Josh called back to me, pivoting to avoid being elbowed by a man shoving his way past us to, presumably, get to the bar. “Visually, I don’t dislike it. The music, however, I’m not sure about.” 

I wasn’t either. The fast beats that had been laced with electric pop sounds had been replaced with what sounded almost like strange, electronic remixes of goth metal songs. “It’s like whiplash,” I had to shout back to Josh. 

The dark hallway was lit with strings of fake pearls, all dripping from black wires that almost entirely disappeared into the walls, and then we were in an even larger room where there were indeed tables. I sighed with relief–the space was marginally quieter, though the same songs filtered in my eardrums, and the bar was entirely visible. I watched Jake take Jane’s hand and zig-zag through the other patrons to reach it as I cleared my throat, the air so full of so many different colognes and perfumes, smoke and sweat, everything dry and dank at once. 

With the volume of the music so loud, Josh and I resigned to sitting next to each other in mostly silence, primarily communicating with facial expressions and hand gestures–a sour face from me when a man in a pleather jacket and way too much Axe body spray walked by, which made Josh sniff after the man and laugh hard into my side. The wait for drinks continued, and Josh’s eyebrows lifted and his lips parted in awe while he pointed at two girls headed to the bar, one in a purple sequined mini dress and the other in a longer, flowy, glittery teal dress. 

“Matching!” Josh said, leaning against my shoulder to get right at my ear. “Kind of.”

I nodded, my eyes following the shift of those purple sequins until the girls disappeared into the sea of people, then caught a glimpse of red and black headed our way–Sam and Danny, respectively. 

“My fucking god,” Sam said loudly as soon as he was within six inches of our table. He set down a try of six shots that he’d been carefully cradling the entire way as Danny set down a separate tray holding four different cocktails. 

“It’s nice that they gave you trays,” I noted, tapping the one holding the shots which was all iridescent and cream colored. “So fancy.”

“You didn’t get Jake and Jane drinks?” Josh asked, scanning the tray of cocktails that all looked unfamiliar. “What are these anyway?”

“Different house cocktails,” Danny said, pointing at each one as he explained them. “This red one is called something like ‘Cherry Divine.’ I think it has amaretto in it.” He pointed at a bubbly, almost clear drink with a strawberry garnish in a shorter wine glass. “This one has champagne in it but I can’t remember what else.” 

Sam shoved those two at Josh and I, clearly ready to get on with it, and took the last two for himself and Danny. “Okay, yeah, drinks,” he said with a huff, running one hand through his hair. He picked up a shot for himself and gestured at the tray. “Let’s do shots already.”

“Wait, wait,” Danny said, laughing, and grabbed Sam’s arm. “We have to wait for Jake and Jane.” 

“There they are!” Josh said victoriously, standing up and waving an arm out at the pair headed toward us, another tray of shots in Jake’s hands and another tray of cocktails in Jane’s.

“Long wait,” Jake needlessly explained as he lifted the tray of shots over his head while shoving past a different couple going in the opposite direction. With a deep sigh, he set it down once he was finally at the table and Jane set her tray down in tandem, then they both looked incredulously over the four trays holding the copious amounts of alcohol.

“So are we gonna do all these shots right now?” Jane asked with a laugh, sitting down across from me, the silver and purple glitter in her fine, tulle-like top catching the light. 

Jake sat down next to her and finally Sam and Danny joined in their own chairs, the table bouncing a bit as Sam slid in too hard. “We really should,” he said, already reaching for two of the shots. He and Josh were actually the least sparkly and shiny of us all, with Jake taking a little note from Danny with his all-black ensemble. “I’m feeling fairly desperate for a cigarette now.”

“Me too,” Josh echoed, passing me a shot next. I sniffed the clear liquid, discovered it was tequila, and grimaced. Josh just laughed and said, “You’ll need one too after this, won’t you?”

Twelve shots down the hatch, two for each of us, most of us wincing with each one; we sipped our cocktails as chasers and sat there amongst the excitable crowd, all of us turning our heads one direction, then the next, to take in the atmosphere. 

New Years always felt strange. There was so much expectation, but for what? Josh and I tried–and succeeded, honestly–to make the best of it every time it came around. The harsh, dark, bitter cold winters ended up being no match for a rowdy night full of multiple bottles of champagne, loud music, card and board games and the inevitable midnight kiss which always led to sloppy, fun, giggly drunk sex. This year was the first in a couple years we’d gone out, although last year we had also ended the night with not just the two of us. 

Looking away from the strangers and back to all my friends–my new family–I began to wonder what next year’s celebration would look like. There had been a night recently where I’d been texting Danny, mostly about wedding stuff but also about band stuff, and the latter proved to be more interesting–I’d known how talented all the boys were and I’d seen their success grow more and more over time, but I hadn’t known just quite how serious it was becoming. Danny wouldn’t tell me details–he swore that he couldn't–but apparently big things were happening. Bigger than all the other big things that had happened. And with the sudden onset of a wicked buzz in my head from the shots and somehow downing half my cocktail without even realizing it, my mind lingered on the mystery and the trepidation that came along with it more than I cared for.

“Is anyone feeling daring enough to dance?” Josh asked, scanning each and every one of us with bright, mischievous eyes. 

“Can anyone dance to this?” Danny asked, tilting his head, eyes looking up. “I don’t even know what I’m hearing.”

“I’m gonna need a few more drinks before that happens,” Jane said, and I voiced my agreement.

“Patio?” Jake offered, gesturing to the vague backdrop where the patio must have been waiting, and was probably just as congested as the inside of the club.

“Are we really ready to risk losing our table?” I asked, though I wasn’t quite sure I wanted to stay in any longer once the music changed yet again. The bass was even louder than earlier, aggressive and juxtaposed by swooping, high-pitched vocals. Maybe later on they’d start playing more familiar tunes. I turned to Sam and asked, “You chose this club? May I ask why?”

“Okay, alright, the music absolutely sucks ass,” Sam agreed, lifting his cocktail. “But the drinks are good, it’s busy, it’s kind of cool. Sue me for wanting us all to do something different for the new year.” 

“No one’s gonna sue you, but I do really want to see you dance now,” I told him; Josh smiled and gave an enthusiastic nod while Jake snickered behind his drink. “You know, to make up for it.”

“I would also like to see you get down with these strange, terrible songs,” Danny chimed in, nudging Sam with his elbow. 

Sam roped an aggressively affectionate arm around Danny’s waist and brought their faces close together. “Only if you do it with me. You’re the one with all the moves.”

The patio out back was less crowded but still full of life, although most people had covered up their festive outfits in favor of jackets and coats to shield against the cold. Some brave girls didn’t cover up at all and I wondered how they were standing out there without, at the very least, shivering violently. 

The city street in front, mostly devoid of trees, sent wind hurtling back to us but the vague sort of tree-lined courtyard behind the fence–also covered with string lights of fake pearls and tiny, glittering white stars–shielded us a bit from the other wall of cold air. I wrapped my coat tighter around myself and Josh pressed himself to my side. My hand that was holding my drink was already becoming frigid and a little stiff; I went to put the other in my coat pocket but Josh grabbed it and held it, his hand warmer while he rubbed his thumb over my knuckles for a few seconds, then he let me go to fish for his cigarettes while Jake pulled out his own and Sam whipped out a joint.

No one else around us cared about what we were doing or who we were–while I shared that American Spirit with Josh, I wondered to myself if Jake, Sam and Danny were reveling in their anonymity. Someday, they might not have much of it. But tonight, we were all strangers to the rest of the club-goers, just another posse looking for a good time and to ring in the new year with lights, glitter, alcohol, smoke and that excitement that some people like to say only comes once a year. Meanwhile, I was sure I felt those butterflies, the anticipation, the bundle of buzzing sparks every day with my sweetheart, who stayed close to my side and whose fingers brushed against mine each time we passed the cigarette back and forth. 

We smoked; we drank; we danced. Danny really did have the moves, I was reminded of again–I hadn’t seen any of the boys dance in so long that I couldn’t stop laughing with pure delight when Danny was the first to get out on the dance floor and force himself to jive with the music. I watched Sam watching him, then he swept out to meet his best friend and long, gangly limbs moved alongside Danny’s more built ones; it didn’t take long for Jane to pull Jake along by the hand, giggling enough for him to laugh too, and Josh and I watched them all until the song changed. Then he was doing the same thing–grabbing my hand and yanking me into the crowd, into the circle of our very best companions, while the clocks around the Eastern time zone ticked minute by minute into the night, while everyone forgot all the bad things that had happened in the past twelve months.

Pearl had their own ball to gradually drop in the last minute of the night and, of course, it looked like a huge, shiny, opalescent pearl. It twirled in the air, sparkling in the lights from the extra layer of jewels and sequins coating it, as some people kept dancing, ignoring it, some kept dancing while watching it with their heads tilted up and fixed in the same direction, while some people stopped entirely to focus their full attention on it. It was a mixed bag in our group–Sam and Danny kept dancing as if the ball didn’t exist. Jane and Jake swayed together slowly, side by side, watching the molasses-slow drop, as if the music was something gentle and light. Josh gathered me in his arms and swayed us together too, my back pressed to his front, and I had a hunch we were both imagining the giant fake pearl as the moon outside–the moon that would ascend, not fall, on both, on all, of us in just a few more nights. 

Despite the club being more or less a total mass of strangers, most people all chimed in together for the final ten second countdown of the ball drop. Sam and Danny did too, which prompted the rest of our group to join, all of us so drunk and stoned that every second of camaraderie felt like part of a huge, profound mission. In a way, I think it was–getting through any year was a feat every person should celebrate. 

I felt an excited sort of trembling in my bones, my eyes wide and too clear given the amount I’d drank as I followed the descent of that opalescent orb hanging overhead like it really was the moon. The moon displaced, an artificial but still significant moon that had been created just for us, for all of us who danced, laughed and consumed beneath it. 

When the chanting of counting became a roar of nearly synchronized cheers, before Josh spun me around, I saw Sam grab the sides of Danny’s face and pull him into a shocking, searing kiss. My own laugh in response at what I’d witnessed caught in my throat, a hand flying up to my mouth; I saw a flash of dark hair that I knew was Jake going in to kiss Jane, then Josh was in front of me as my mind went dizzy for a moment. But when he pressed us back flush together, facing each other this time, and his mouth met mine. I blinked into velvet darkness and felt like we were the only two people in the universe for a brief, blissful moment.

-

“So…” I began, slurring the single word, while Josh and I were undressing in Danny’s room. Now even more unsurprisingly, he and Sam had volunteered to share Sam’s room and leave us in Danny’s, and I had saved this juicy gossip until Josh and I were alone. It hadn’t seemed like the best thing to bring up with all six of us crammed into an uber on the way back to the boy’s house, although even in the dark confines of that SUV, Sam and Danny hadn’t hidden touches of their hands and the pressing together of their thighs. 

“So..?” Josh countered with a sly smile at me not having finished my thought. He stumbled as he tried to take his pants off, helplessly hopping around on one foot until he careened over to prop himself up with the edge of Danny’s bed. 

“So,” I began again emphatically, raising my eyebrows at Josh while I unzipped my skirt. “Did you see what Sam and Danny did when the ball dropped?”

“I caught a glimpse,” Josh replied with a chuckle, then a grunt of effort as he struggled to kick his pants all the way off. “Given how things have been going for a while, can’t say I’m surprised. Anyway, who doesn't want to kiss Danny?”

I laughed and nodded. “Totally, right? But yeah, not surprised, just surprised to see it, I think.” Standing in just my bra, tights and underwear, I grabbed my overnight bag to rummage through. The pajamas I’d packed felt luxuriously soft, comforting and inviting against my fingers, the electric energy of our celebration night dwindling into the usual drunken sleepiness.

“Everyone’s pairing off!” Josh said with a dramatic flair of his voice and a dramatic whipping off of his shirt to the floor. “What are we going to do?”

I laughed, tossing him his own pajamas from his bag. “Who do you think will get married next?” 

“I can’t even think about that.” Josh stripped down to nothing at the same time I did. “I almost didn’t remember you and I were getting married until just now.” 

I let out a loud laugh while the soft cotton brushed over my chilled skin. “You’re a little liar. I’ve thought about it a lot tonight, actually,” I told him, looking away from his nude form to find my travel toothbrush. “It was a really enchanting night. I didn’t expect it–not with the music and the club being, like, what it was.”

“It was a great night,” Josh agreed, achieving a little more balance while he got his PJ pants on. “Now it’s a new year–what are we gonna do with it?”

I paused at the bedroom door, toothbrush in hand, head and heart thumping: “We’re gonna get married and we’re gonna have the time of our lives.”

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[4townie]

Road to 4☆TOWN

part 1…part 10…part 20…part 30

Z narrowed his eyes when he opened the door. “You.”

“Hey, bff.” Taeyoung pulled the lollipop out of his mouth. “How’s your sister been treating you?”

“Why are you asking about my—OOF!” Z was interrupted by Olivia head butting him. “LIVVY!”

“Wow, you’re right. I got a real charge out of that.” Olivia smiled brightly. “And to think I’ve been sticking to embarrassing him in front of his boyfriend all these years.”

“Now that is an art you’ve mastered that I haven’t.” Taeyoung said as he stepped inside. “Perhaps you can teach me your ways.” He slung an arm around her shoulder.

Olivia blushed and she started giggling. “T-That would be amazingly cool.”

“Ugh, I can’t stand seeing you two together.” Z rolled his eyes. “What do you get out of being so chaotic anyway?”

“It’s so satisfying.” Olivia answered as she very carefully started holding Taeyoung’s hand. “Who would I even be if I wasn’t bugging you or Lijah all the time?”

“Besides, you know me.” Taeyoung subconsciously shook Olivia’s hand off of his and moved his arm away from her. “Chaos is my love language.”

“It’s your what?” Olivia’s eyes widened.

“Oh by the way.” Taeyoung pulled a box of Pocky out of his sweater pocket. “For you and that adorable boyfriend of yours.” He winked.

“Ewww, you think I’m gonna kiss him when he’s sick?” Z took the Pocky with a look of disgust.

“I AM NOT SICK!” T yelled as loud as he could with a hoarse voice and a stuffy nose. “It’s allergy season and the pollen count is high today.” He narrowed his eyes. “You can give me all the tea and soup and drugs you want. Pollen has far more power.”

“You want me to go to the store and get you that allergy medicine that always helps?” Taeyoung offered.

“You have an allergy medicine that solves this?” Z raised an eyebrow.

T was quiet for a moment. “I forgot.” He shrugged awkwardly. “Tae-Tae, you would be a lifesaver if you got it for me. I’d owe you every hug and cheek pinch in the world.”

“And you’ll let me put volcanic ash on your face next time I sleep over?” Taeyoung’s eyes brightened.

“Volcanic ash?” Z and Olivia looked at him in confusion.

“He has a lot of Korean skincare products that he brings up every time he wants to tell me my skin is shit.” T waved a hand nonchalantly. “Yes, Tae, you can fix my skin if you save my nose and throat.”

“EEP!” Taeyoung squealed. “I’ll be back in a flash.”

“Wait!” Olivia followed him. “I wanna go, too.”

“Nope.” Z shook his head. “Nuh-uh. No way.”

“Why not?” Taeyoung crossed his arms. “She’s hardly a kid anymore. Do you not trust me?”

“It’s not you I don’t trust.” Z focused his gaze on Olivia.

Olivia groaned. “Aaron—”

“Babe.” T called him. “She can and will tackle you to the ground again if you get in her way right now. Trust me, she’ll be fine.”

Z narrowed his eyes. “Fine, but only because the way you’re handling this makes me wanna use this Pocky.”

T gave him a flirty smirk. “Is that so?”

“Okay, we’re out.” Taeyoung grabbed Olivia’s wrist and pulled her out the door. “Remember we’ll only be gone for twenty minutes so try to be normal by the time we get back.”

T and Z both hummed an absentminded response as they put a Pocky stick between them.

“Ugh, they’re so annoying.” Taeyoung rolled his eyes as he shut the door. “It’s almost as if they don’t know they have two adorable younger siblings watching them.” He smirked evilly. “That’s why they deserve to get tormented.”

“Yeah.” Olivia agreed with a ridiculous grin. “I love how much you love chaos.”

Taeyoung stared at her. “Gee, no one’s ever told me that before. Thanks, Squirt.” He shrugged. “Now let’s get moving cuz I’m very interested in those wedding photos you promised to show me over the phone.”

“I’m so excited to show you.” Olivia wrapped his arm around her shoulder as they started walking down the hall. “It feels like the start of something new.”

Taeyoung chuckled almost condescendingly. “Livvy, we’ve known each other for like three years now.”

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🪞 Twisted Wonderland | Le Mirage

Author's Note: Chapter 4 is reached! Pachipachipachiiii 👏 I'm still writing chapter 5 so please do be patient with me. Again thank you for the reblogs, I really appreciate a little help to spread my fic! I'll post something about it soon (´;ω;｀)

The Prefect and Grim, just recently, exited the Hall of Mirrors from checking the dorms of Ignihyde and Diasomnia and notifying its respective housewardens. Although both are occupied on their own activities in which the Prefect and Grim couldn’t disturb them from. 

“I can’t really tell if they’re taking the preparation seriously compared to the other dorms we visited first…Was the Saintess not worth preparing for?” Grim stated in a disappointed tone as he described how the housewarden of Ignihyde has been doing. 

Ortho Shroud, Idia’s younger brother, explained to them that he was told to tell anyone who asks for him a serious reason about his brother’s whereabouts. 

Everyone knew he had never set his foot out of his room for quite a long while after the incident with Styx. So, he came up with an excuse that his current state has not been too good and that he is grinding all day to get his favorite character’s SSR card from a shoujo anime based game that has recently released a new season.

Although, Idia could’ve just said that as not an excuse to not see them as they already understand how much of a shut-in he already is and how important it is for him to be such a simp to his favorite character. He even had the time to send a message to Ortho via voicemail that he doesn’t want to attend the Ball of the Evening as he thought it is like a social gathering and he might faint if he does meet the Saintess. 

This is how it went…

[Flashback] 

"Hello, Prefect of Ramshackle dorm and Grim! Are you here to see my older brother? I have to stop you here because he can't see anyone right now," Ortho with his usual jolly robotic voice greeted them in the hallway. It seems that he has been expecting their arrival at their dorm and waited there to pass a message as well.

"Hey, Ortho! We came here to notify you guys, but what's up with Idia?" Grim ran towards Ortho who had been floating at the corner and greeted back with a question.

"Ah, I came here prepared for that exact question! Big bro provided me voice recorded mails for you to listen in and get your answers," with a flick of a finger, a hologram showed up in front of them with an icon of a play button. Ortho tapped on that button, playing an audio of a tired male's voice.

"You might've been wondering why I have to record this when I just have to tell you guys upfront-"

"But that's a hard NOPE for that. There’s no way I’m going out just to do that so yeah, anyway…" The two glanced at each other as they continued to listen to the recorded audio file.

"First off…I hate social gatherings, as you all probably already know, so showing my face to the event would straight up be out of the question."

"Maybe showing up to meet the Saintess here at our dorm won't be that bad but I can't guarantee—like a guaranteed pity—it might land on soft pity though, that I'll be physically be there considering that I already know exactly who the Saintess looks like," the Prefect and Grim's eyes widened when Idia had mentioned that he had already seen the Saintess. 

But it wasn't clarified if he saw her in person or by stumbling upon an image that was secretly provided through the internet. This is when Ortho tapped the pause button as he caught on both of their surprised faces.

"Big bro and I have seen her before! She's already a well known influencer from the Magicam app."

"She was selected to voice a ghost maiden who was trapped inside a mirror that obeys anyone to answer their inquiries. It's an upcoming anime this month and we can't wait to watch it soon!" Thinking about another bonding time with his older brother, Ortho gleefully described the character in full detail. Yet he has to stop himself from babbling unnecessary information making him digress from the topic. 

"Ah, I've spoken too much. Let's skip the voice audio from 5:13 to 1:08:30! It seemed as though my brother spilled a lot of unintentional spoilers between those timestamps…"

"The audio he sent was an hour long?!"

[End of Flashback]

The prefect and Grim couldn't get any other details from the Shroud brothers other than their gushing about the most awaited anime series. This may have taken more than 30 minutes of their time, but they obtained new information about the Saintess being one of the top ranking influencers just like Vil Schoenheit and Neige LeBlanche.

"So she's like a famous voice actress or an idol? I don't really get what type of job they do, but that must be cool!" While walking down the hallway, two familiar students from Diasomnia stepped out of the room while carrying boxes with the use of magic. One of them is very insistent on returning back to their dorm as soon as possible. 

On the other hand the one tailing them from behind is trying to calm their nerves from creating havoc. Although his complexion is beginning to give the Prefect an idea that he's about to faint from exhaustion. 

"Silver and Sebek! What are you guys doing out here?" As usual, Grim loudly greeted them from across the hall, waving his little paw in the air.

The silver haired boy turned their way when he heard Grim's echoing voice from afar. "Ah, it’s you two…We were just about to head back and bring these decorations to the dorm as fa…Lilia instructed."

Looking at the large box Silver is carrying, some pieces of cloth are spilling out of the edge. Sebek caught the top cloth from the box Silver’s carrying from falling off when Silver began losing his strength to balance the box's weight in his arms. 

"All I see are a bunch of blankets…”

“I STILL DON'T APPROVE OF THIS IDEA!" Sebek yelled in displeasure, causing the two to wince from the ringing sound of their ears.

"What theme did you guys even come up with? A pajama party?" Considering the amount of blankets and additional fabric, Grim assumed that they’ll topple all of it to form a large fluffy bed.

"Huh! Not quite! And your guess is ridiculous. There's no way that our lordship would hold a lousy human party. Only Silver would enjoy such a thing," Sebek loudly yelled to keep Silver awake beside him while declaring his strong disapproval of their plans for the visiting hour of the Saintess.

"Sebek…Lilia and our housewarden had an agreement about this. There's nothing we can do about it," Silver sluggishly rubbed his eye while mumbling his explanation. "Besides, they knew how terribly bright the Saintess was."

"...What do those blankets have to do with her being bright?" Silver stalled in his words. Even Sebek could not explain it since he knew little about her. "Well…I was told she's similar to a star. Her glow never dies even in broad daylight or any light that reaches her. These blankets will be used to prevent any light showers."

"It may be already dim inside Diasomnia, but even the tiniest flame of a candle can make her reflect light." That was an exaggeration, right? It’s hard to tell from the way Silver looks while explaining a strange description of the Saintess. This specific description probably came from Lilia himself. Grim groaned due to the ridiculousness. Perhaps it was a metaphor that a small cat could not comprehend right away. 

Grim could only groan and glare at nothing after being called a cat through this narrative. The writer wishes not to disrespect the characters despite their race and status—but only for the sake of adding more sentences in this paragraph.

"Silver, let's return to the dorm now! You've shared enough insights with them today. Let's go!" As impatient as he is, Sebek grabbed Silver and started taking big strides after bidding them farewell.

“That’s one strange way to describe the Saintess, don’t you think so?” The Prefect could only sigh shortly. They are unsure if this information would be helpful to get to know the Saintess. The Prefect could only hope the said Saintess isn’t as blindingly bright as the largest sun of the solar system. Should they consider getting a pair of sunglasses? 

“Let’s just go to the headmage and tell him we’re done passing the message,” Grim agreed before resuming to head towards the headmage’s office. 

The office is just a few walks away and yet it feels as though the hallways get longer and longer. Each step they take, the floor gets stretched like rubber. No…the hallway seems to reflect the path behind them and yet the door of the headmage's office remained unreachable from a distance. 

Grim begins to sense something fishy in this kind of predicament. Has someone activated a spell? Is this some sort of prank? Unlikely—They have never encountered anyone who can manipulate someone’s vision, let alone hear someone cite a spell to perform such terrifying magic.

“Hey, what’s going on?!” As Grim exclaimed, something bright bursts out of the headmage’s office. The two barely avoided the running bolt of light and could only grab on the nearest pillar of the hall. Waiting for the force of the wind to calm, the strange light escaped and disappeared like a bubble.

“W-What was that…?” Still in a process of recollecting themselves, the two eventually went for a run to consult the headmage regarding what they have recently experienced.

Upon pushing the door open, the headmage whose current state is strangely haggard stood there, unbothered. The papers fluttered down all over his table down to the floor. Perhaps the cause came from the light that surprised them earlier. Yet his unfazed grin is evident behind the beak of his mask as soon as he caught the sight of the two arriving at a perfect time. “Oh joy! I presume that you have finally sent the message to our housewardens?” welcomed by the headmage, he immediately tried to fix his hat and hair.

“Yes, we have—but can we talk about what just happened earlier?!” The two explained that something bizarre occurred at the halls on their way to the headmage’s office. Grim’s point of view might’ve been an exaggeration as the light was twice his size. 

"Now, now—I'm sure you have a lot of questions but I'd prefer it if you could tone it down," Casting a spell to reorganize the papers from the floor, the headmage hummed as more questions followed after his statement. He eventually groaned in disbelief before telling the two to come closer.

"The light you just saw…could you guess who it was?" Who? That thing? That ball of light—that was a ‘who’? Who would’ve thought that it’s a person. As if a cat got their tongues, not Grim, Crowley sighed in disappointment as he was anticipating an answer from the two may it be a ridiculous one. Alas, he couldn’t get a single sound out of them in which he decided to give them a hint.

“No? Nothing at all? And here I thought you had been gathering useful information during the errand I have given you,” He shook his head before resuming, “Then how about this, a clue will be generously given to you by yours truly and because I’m so kind, I’ll let Grim join the Ball of the Evening if you guessed right.” Wide grins were slowly forming on their faces because of this condition. Although, the Prefect isn’t so confident to give the answer so they let Grim answer this one.

And so, the headmage began to clear his throat as he stated the promised clue. “This person’s related to mirrors. You may have seen something bizarre outside my office earlier, no?” That’s right…an unsettling magic cast upon the hallway does resemble how a mirror reflects what stands before it. What’s even more peculiar was that their reflection was not apparent—supposed the hallway was only affected by the spell. But who could cast such an overwhelming spell in the first place?

“I haven’t seen that kind of magic around…was it someone’s signature spell?” Grim asked the Prefect, however, they could only give him a shrug. Even if they searched for them, there were no students who could use a spell similar to that nor someone related to mirrors. Well, students of Pomefiore do use mirrors most of the time but it isn’t magic related.

Wait…Could it be…? 

There’s only one name that popped up into their minds. There’s no doubt, it must be them! “Maybe…it was one of the Mirages?” As soon as a familiar name was uttered, the headmage began to applaud as he showed them his satisfactory smile. He felt even more proud that his school teaches his students well that it must have paid off. Soon, NRC will take the lead if this continues! 

“Was it…the Saintess, headmage Crowley?” An even wider smile, they must’ve gotten the bingo already. But what could be the reason for the Saintess’ sudden visit? And leaving a large mess at that. 

“You guessed it right! Well, it is already an obvious answer to begin with. Nonetheless, I had a thought you might have a hard time guessing without a hint since the two of you barely have enough knowledge regarding other powerful mages. But I digress!” 

“But what could possibly be the reason she visited your office? It wasn’t even the time for her to arrive at school…” A very good question indeed. It would take days to travel from Shaftlands to NRC, yet it is also possible to arrive here much faster with the use of a certain gadget.

There’s only one family who owns such a thing for traveling purposes. Are they perhaps well acquainted? 

A lot of thoughts rushed all at once into the Prefect’s mind. They knew Rook just recently heard of the Saintess and news of her arriving at the Isle of Sages has yet to be announced. “Since you’re that curious, I at least need to share what has been weighing on my mind.”

“Please know that you must not share this to anyone else or else I’ll change my mind for making Grim join us in the Ball of the Evening!” The two agreed as they waited for his explanation. Going back to his seat and putting the documents on his table aside, his tone suddenly turned serious as he spoke out what he had recently heard from the Saintess. 

“‘I insist on canceling the event’—was what she said. I do wonder why she was so desperate to ask for something her parents and this school has arranged for her,” The headmage continuously grumbled as he seemed genuinely displeased of what the Saintess had demanded him to do. 

“Of course, I refused naturally. This is to celebrate her taking over her ancestor’s role!” It would truly be a shame to step down for an unexplained reason why she must get the event canceled. 

However, what comes next has left an even more wavering feeling within the office.

“And to my dismay, she asked for a request as the member of Mirage that I did not expect to hear,” staring at the Prefect and Grim without blinking, the headmage slowly worded, “If I tell you I foresaw something terrifying that might put your college to a grave predicament…as the headmage, would you simply doubt this ability I inherited since birth?” 

An ability that is considered powerful for a mage to possess…an ability that is said to be confidential, one that matches god’s power yet may be frowned upon by many—a soothsayer.

“Dire Crowley, headmage of Night Raven College…despite my position to be named as the Saintess, I swear that my eyes are incapable of fabricating the future!” 

To Be Continued

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[twinleafteaa]

🔅⚔️The Smile of a Thousand suns⚔️🔅

Zolu Fanfic (Zoro X Luffy)

🎶🗡️Chapter 5: Zoro, Zoro, Zoro and The Sandai Kitestsu 🗡️🎶

“ZORO!” Luffy yelled at the top of his lungs.

It was early morning. So early in fact the sun was yet to rise - well… that wasn’t exactly true. The air was sharp as it danced through the gaps of the cabin doors and prison cell bars. The two marines on guard had left to let the two sleep, although two night shift marines had been stationed outside.

“ZORO WAKE UP!” Luffy belted. It wasn’t a yell of fear or anger - it was one of enthusiasm?

“SHUT IT WILL YOU!” One of the marines stationed outside yelled as he opened the door and scowled at luffy. In reply Luffy made a face back which pissed off the marine enough for him to slam the door shut.

“What’s all the yelling for?” Zoro groaned as he was disturbed.

“Zoro! Zoro! Zoro!” Luffy beamed loudly as he crouched down to zoros level

“What’s wrong? Why were you yelling?”

“Well I wanted you up!”

“Why? What time even is it?”

Luffy stood back up and looked over to the door.

“Well from what I saw just now it seems super early.” He nodded. “The sky was dark and cold outside.”

“If it’s that early why the hell did you wake me up!?” Zoro growled.

“Like I said - I want you up.” Luffy said bluntly.

“What for? Can’t you just go back to sleep?”

“Nope!” Luffy smiled before looking straight ahead.

Zoro groaned before flopping his body on the floor. Stupid Luffy.

The raven haired boy took a deep breath in before he started singing ever so loudly.

Luffy liked to sing a lot - although the question on weather or not it was very good was debatable. Zoro did enjoy the happiness that emanated from luffy when he sang weather it was Bink’s brew or some silly song he made up with chopper - the smile that would appear on his captains face was one of magic.

In awe, zoro couldn’t help but look up at Luffy, standing so proud as he sang so loudly.

“Do you mind?” Zoro smirked as he stood up as well.

“They can’t execute us if they’re all exhausted!” Luffy laughed so brightly. That wasn’t exactly how it worked but pissing of the marines In anyway they could made zoro smile too.

And so, the strong swordsman joined in. If this was going to be his last night alive he better make it a good one.

For hours, the two sang and danced - although separated, they we’re together.

It was magical.

All of sudden, the door to the prison slammed open

“I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP!” The Same marine from earlier snapped before storming inside and pointing the shotgun at luffy.

“Yeah I know I heard you the first time - no need to shout.” Luffy grinned. The marine gritted his teeth before sharply aiming the gun at luffys thigh and shooting.

In response, Luffy slapped his hands to his leg where he had been shot. He stumbled back and let out a pained scream.

“I-I didn’t think you were gonna actually do it! Luffy cried out.

“Heh- that’ll teach you to shut up.” The Marine smiled at himself.”

“Tch~ yeah okay.” Luffy rolled his eyes before he pulled his hands away from his thigh, causing the bullet to be shot back and at the marine - right in his leg too. The marine let out a scream filled with both pain and anger. He dropped his gun before grabbing his leg.

“I can’t wait till they kill you.” The marine stammered.

“You really think they could even put a scratch on me?” Luffy laughed with confidence. Zoro reached down and grabbed the gun.

“What’s going on in here-“ another marine burst through into the prison quarters.

“Get out - or I’ll shoot.” Zoro threatened, aiming the gun at the marine who had just run in.

“Do you even know how to use that thing?” Luffy asked.

Without warning, zoro shot the gun, the bullet hitting the door, even the sound was enough to make the marines shudder.

“Did you mean to do that?” Luffy tilted his head.

“O-OF COURSE DUMBASS!” Zoro growled.

The marines quivered in fear before scrambling out of the prison quarters and slamming the door shut. Luffy let out a tremendous laugh before falling to the floor with a big smile on his face.

“What’s so funny?”

“They looked so scared haha! I wonder what they’re faces will be once we break out!” Luffy cackled.

“You got a plan to break out?” Zoro asked as he leaned the gun against the back wall before Sitting down.

Luffy looked down before pressing the soles of his sandals together. He presses his lips together before his eyes shifted to his first crew mate.

“I havnty exactly thought of one yet…” he admitted.

“I mean, I am always the one to get you out of trouble.” Zoro smiled to himself. Luffy opened his mouth as if to objects but the more he thought about it - zoro was right.

“I thought once they drag us off the ship that’s when we’d make our escape- you know how we always do.” Luffy nodded

“I know one of the marines has my swords - I’ll need them to get you free.”

“What so I’m just supposed stay like this while I wait?!”

“You better not complain- or you’re gonna stay like that-“ zoro growled playfully.

“Oh you’d like that huh!?” Luffy pouted

Zoro’s face flushed with red. It was obvious Luffy has energy to burn and it seemed the only way he could let it out was by teasing and pestering.

“You think of I ask the marines nicely they’ll take this sea prism stone off me?” Luffy pondered starting to sway side to side.

“You basically just shot one them in the leg…when then come to drag us out of here I’m sure they’ll shove you in some sort of cage.”

“Well you better stop them!”

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.”

“YOU WILL! THATS AN ORDER!”

The two continued to chat away - talking non stop as the sun rose outside. Their laughter was so loud I it disturbed the marines for the rest of the morning.

Sat next to each other as close as they could, Luffy and zoro were lost in each others conversations to pass the time.

“Luffy? Your leg?” Zoro noticed a deep bruise where luffy had been shot, only being revealed by the small tear in his shorts.

“Huh?” Luffys expression dropped to a confused one - although he quickly found what had caught Zoros attention. The raven haired boy looked intently at the deep mark - he hadn’t seen bruises like that in so long…

“Times up you two!” A booming voice yelled before the prison quarters door was slammed open again - honestly this door was taking quite a beating. It was the head of the marine fleet. He was a large guy, his face was obscured by his hat, like the other captains or admirals the two had encountered before, he wore a large coat although his physical appearance wasn’t anything too special.

Luffy’s head flicked up as he was startled, zoro got up and grabbed the gun that was next to him before aiming it.

“You touch him and you’re dead.” Zoro threatened. In seconds, the head of the fleet reached into zoro’s cell, grabbing the gun before yanking is back, slamming zoro against the prison bars. Luffy jumped up and gritted his teeth in anger.

“You’ve been such a pain in our ass - your send off will truly be satisfying!” The large man bellowed. Zoro stumbled back, holding his head. He could feel luffys worried eyes starting at him.

Luffy was about to bite back but zoro’s intimidating glare back was enough to shut him up.

The head of the marines fleet called in a group of marine soldiers and ordered them to escort the two off the ship. The marines did as they told, unlocking the cells and grabbing both Luffy and zoro, with two marines either side.

“Wow you guys look exhausted.” Luffy pouted.

“Get him out of here.” The head of the ship growled. The marine soldiers shared the same annoyed expression before Luffy was dragged out onto the ships deck. “Hey! Let go of me! I can walk by myself you know!” Zoro could hear his captain complain from outside.

“Heh…that brat has no idea what he’s got himself into.” The large imposing man grinned.

“You won’t kill him and I will make sure you regret you even tried.” Zoro snarled as the marines beside him held him back from lunging.

“We won’t kill him just yet - we have to make him suffer first.”

“I request just one thing as a final wish.”

“Catching on I see haha!”

“If I must die first - kill me with my own sword.” Zoro bowed.

There was one sword he had in mind. If he were to die here, if he were to fail the only blade he’d accept dying by here…

Was the Sandai Kitestsu.

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[s1ater]

death era.

part seven of n/a.

ricky rocks. no thoughts

one day. one day left till they’d be at terminus. athena feels her whole body itching at the matter that what was once an idea, a nightmare, something that was breathing down her neck as she tore each and every individual map down—is now a reality.

she’s ahead of the pack today. they leave her to herself, let her do her own thing as if she has now earned the privilege of privacy after these few days.

she digs her feet into the rotting wood of the train tracks with each step, thinking of how she even got to this point. this was the first time she could really hear her thoughts, therefore the first time she could really look over the reality of everything.

she was shot. and now she’s civil with the man who shot her.

it all happened so fast.

“wait.”

bellamy’s call caused her to stop in her tracks and finally look up upon what stood in front of her, clear as day; a tall bricked bridge, looming over the railway.

“fuck,” she swears under her breath at the obstacle in sight. this was not on any of the maps.

“well, what now?” murphy sighs, speaking the real question at hand.

it’s silent as they all think of the burdening reality, “we could go around,” raven rubs the side of her face as she stares at the eyesore looming in their path and hears the unmistakable sounds of walkers coming from within. “there’s no telling how many are in there. better safe than sorry.”

“going around will only make our trip twice as long. we can’t risk going off of estimated time that our group is on,” bellamy shuts the idea down, clenching his jaw to the interference.

“bellamy, that’s insane,” murphy shakes his head, extending his arm out to the brick. “we don’t know how many are in there, in fact we don’t know how long that tunnel goes. we could get stuck.”

“we’ve dealt with worse.”

they all feel frustration to his reluctance at the risk. there was no understanding to why he was so persistent on this; bellamy was always so cautious and always so careful, so why now was he letting his guard down?

he was getting anxious.

“athena?”

“yeah?”

“what do you think?”

she bites the inside of her cheek, what she thinks, they’re not going to like. she still fixates on the wall and the more her silence coats the air, the more her answer becomes clear. through the tunnel.

“it’s too risky,” raven is quick to interject as if stopping athena’s irrational thinking. “it’s clear as day what’s in there.”

“but if you want to get where you’re going; on time, and ahead of the game; the tunnel,” athena clutches her gun tightly before turning to finally face them. “walkers are easy to clear, if there’s anything worse than that, it’ll still take less time than walking around.”

“ahead of the game?” echo arches her brow, facing the girl better. “what do you mean?”

“terminus will know we’re coming if your friends are already there. they’ll be on guard and waiting,” she’s shifting, unsure how they’ll take her skepticism. “if they are… what i hear they are, we’ll want to be ahead of the game.”

“and what exactly are they?” murphy frowns hard, hating that she’s now just voicing her thoughts of doubt to this sanctuary.

“something i’ve been trying to stay away from.”

he stares at her before shaking his head at the vagueness, “you both are dumbasses,” murphy turns to the group as a whole. “i’ll take the time, you’re not dragging me through the damn thing.”

“i think murphy’s fear of the dark is coming to haunt him.”

“shut up,” murphy rolls his eyes, “you want to go through that, echo?”

“nope.”

“so, i guess it’s settled,” raven looks to them all. “we’ll go around. unless you two still care to travel through.”

athena unintentionally looks to bellamy who already stares back. they say nothing.

“neither of you are disagreeing,” octavia looks between the two of them, almost sounding confused. “why?”

“o, it’s not the worst idea,” bellamy’s hand clasps her shoulder, giving her the big brother sympathy smile. “what’s the worst that can happen?”

she looks at him tightened features of frustration. she hates how stubborn he is, especially in situations like these where there is no time to waste, “this better not be for her.”

her. that seems to pull on something in his mind which makes his softness falter, “i’m going. if any of you want to come, you can. otherwise go around and we’ll meet at the end or terminus.”

there’s a visible grumble between each of them.

“you too then?”

athena looks surprised when they look to her. she presses her lips into a thin line, trying the best she can to look sympathetic—failing, “we’ve gotta start this departing process sooner or later.”

octavia scoffs, but it’s sad, “yeah, i guess so.”

“god,” echo is the first one to move, marching straight to athena. her eyes rack her up and down as she advances to the her with unintelligent intentions.

she almost flinches when echo reaches her hand out with a gun as an offering, “i trust you more than him to give me back this gun. don’t be any more foolish than you have been deciding to go in there.”

they stare at each other, unblinkingly. this is an act of civility. this is an act of respect. athena takes the gun, nodding in appreciation.

“may we meet again, young goddess.”

**

“the first time i’ve seen you to be in such a rush like this was when you shot me.”

“sometimes, you just can’t waste time,” he doesn’t even try to seem sympathetic toward his very extreme and recent mistake.

athena stays silent and her mind goes back to moments before, when they all parted ways and she could hear octavia whisper in his ear—mentioning someone, mentioning the her that could be making him so restless.

“who’s clark?”

he seems to choke at the question at hand.

athena wouldn’t care. she doesn’t. she wasn’t even sure why she was attempting to make conversation—but it made this trip in the dark easier.

“what?”

“listen, i don’t particularly care for your personal life, bellamy… but i want to know. all this for a girl?”

“all this for family,” he corrects her fast. “not just for a girl.”

she scoffs, “right.”

“why do you care?” his tone is more sour than predicted, because he’s offended now; offended for her prying on something that didn’t concern her.

“i don’t.”

“you do,” he smiles in annoyance but she can’t see due to him following from behind. “you just can’t believe that other people want to actually be with other people. be honest, you can’t stand the matter of trust and compatibility because of whatever issues you dragged in from before the fall.”

she clenches her jaw tightly at his words, pushing her teeth together in order not to retaliate. it takes everything in her to keep walking in a line and not turn to sock him in the face.

he didn’t know her. he didn’t know what she went through to get to this point. he doesn’t understand what it’s like to be her. she kept wrapping those words around her mind, over and over, trying to justify whatever it was that she was feeling. trying to not fall guilty to his words for being so untrusting.

he realizes his foul words once five seconds of silence settles in and she continues to keep her mouth zipper shut. he almost regrets it.

athena now begins to question why she decided to travel with him alone. she was hoping to be alone with her thoughts, that the level of trust they had in her would allow her to go by herself in this dark and cold, cold tunnel.

trust.

bellamy must have had the same idea. but there they go, once again, intruding in on one another.

athena kicks her feet into the train tracks as she walks with her flashlight lighting up the ground and the rusty old rails left from previous society. she keeps her eyes on the ground, swallowing the irritation of the truth tightening around her lungs.

“woah,” she feels a sudden pull on her shoulder to stop walking and suddenly, clear as day, she can hear all the walkers even more clearly, in need for hunger. “pay attention.”

her eyes raise to realization of the cement pile right in front of them that must have collapsed from the ceiling above. she shines her flash light around, getting a clear speculation of the environment and the possible dangers.

bellamy’s hand still clutches her shoulder as he does the same before pushing her behind him. she watches him with curiosity once he pulls out a knife from his belt, walking to the side of the debris, where open space laid, “follow me, carefully.”

she did without thought, pulling out her own blade in pursuit. the dead are buried deep in the pyramid of collapsed remains, making their limbs inaccessible, but their mouths still equally at advantage. it’s no problem to bellamy. he stabs them straight through the skull like light work, athena only follows.

the cut path through the rubble is eventually stopped short, causing them to climb up the uneven and rocky path. the real problem is then displayed from above.

“shit,” she drops her hands in a distraught feeling.

there had to have been more than twenty walkers roaming at their feet, taking notice fast to their presence due to the light bellamy shown on each of them.

“we don’t have enough amo for this.”

he looks back at her and she can already see the mock in his eyes, “well, good thing clearing walkers is easy.”

she returns the look with a narrowing one, “after you then.”

he smirks at her, looking like the cocky son of a bitch she first met, “thought you’d never ask.”

she smiles back with annoyance as he pulls out his gun and nods. he begins to take shots from above before ascending down the rubble, hitting each walker in the head. athena does the same but doesn’t move from her high end position.

this was the first time she had seen him put in real work. there was always sight of walkers on their trek, but there was never a sweat with the six of them. but now, bellamy was resilient and crazy efficient considering the clear amount of dead outnumbering to him.

“you gonna stay up there all day or are you going to help me?”

“i’m doing more work than you,” the next bullet she shoots goes close to bellamy’s head, hitting a walker in the throat that was close to grabbing him. he connects eyes with her before stabbing it in head.

she changes the clip once she begins to shoot blanks, taking a single step forward in doing so—but the ground beneath her feet becomes uneven and suddenly gives at her weight, sending her down the crumbled cement and against a wall.

she swears, crying out in pain at the sudden realization of the large amount of debris trapping her foot to the ground. she tries to yanks at her limb, trying to pull it from the stuck position, but she only realizes it’s permanent.

“fuck!”

“athena?” she can’t see bellamy, but she can hear him and the confusion riddled within his voice. “athena, what happened?”

she grunts at the discomfort, trying to situate around the remains pinning her to the floor, “fuck, i’m stuck.”

she can hear him and the way he shifts around and back up the hill of breakage, before finding her in the position that she was in. he looks at her, almost like he’s disappointed, “oh jesus, athena.”

she lets out a laugh that came from her throat, one that wasn’t intentional and didn’t really even sound like a laugh, but more of a gasp of air. she clutches her ribs, finding a new pain and hurt.

“yeah, yeah, please just-” she coughs and then grunts again in attempt to pull at her leg, “please just help me.”

he stares at her, wide eyes now, as if terrified upon this conclusion. he couldn’t process the unfamiliarity of the so sudden desperation in her voice. he was still getting used to any sound coming from her mouth in the first place and he hadn’t even really heard her speak that much since…

“are you just going to stand there or..?”

he moves, carefully walking down the new shifted path from her fall, “are you okay?”

his question shocks her. she’s unsure whether or not she hit her head on the way down, “yes.”

“you don’t look okay.”

“i’ll feel much better once you get this damn rock off my foot.”

“okay,” he nods, shifting further down and closer to her so he can examine what pinned her down. he looks at her, taking in the expressions of pain that crossed her face before he finally wraps his fingers around the main rock weighing her down. he pulls, giving it all he can, but it fails and any sign of budge, only goes back down on her foot.

“shit,” she sinks at the realization, pressing the back of her head against the wall.

“i can try again-“

“no,” she sighs, clutching her ribs harder. “it wouldn’t even budge, it’s not worth trying again.”

“what do you suggest then?” he stares at her with sympathy clouding his eyes—it makes her sick. “me not trying again is me-“

“bellamy,” she waves his words away, “bellamy, behind you.”

he looks quick to see the head of a walker, pressing against the small wall of debris separating them. he moves faster than she can focus, moving back over the mountain and toward the hungry hounds of death. there’s more gunfire and unpleasant sounds that send her into a spiral of reality that she would probably die like this.

no, you’re being silly.

why’s everything so suddenly hot?

“athena,” he’s in front of her again, his hand grabbing onto her forearm. “let’s try this again,” he nods, waiting for her to nod back or give him some sign of compliance.

“fine.”

he again, tries to lift the large piece of cement, but again, fails. he takes a seat across from her, rubbing his mouth in thought. he looks beyond frustrated now.

“i’m fine. i’ll be fine.”

“shut up,” he doesn’t care for any variation of reassurance or sympathy she had for him. that only meant she was giving up and that lead to those words. “you can barely breathe. you probably broke a rib or two by the way your dumbass is holding yourself.”

“piss off,” she exhales sharply. “just leave me.”

“shut up.”

he hates how easily she gives up. he doesn’t understand it.

“bellamy, be honest with yourself. you never needed me,” she huffed. “all you had to do was follow the damn train tracks. you don’t need me. face it, the dead will get me before you get this damn thing off me.”

he stares at her strangely, like she was out of her mind. he had never seen her like this; not in this delusion that somehow made her look so soft. he didn’t understand how she so easily was accepting of this; accepting this seemingly inevitable death that had been following her around. he can’t help but think this is his fault.

“i’m not going to leave someone who obviously needs help.”

“are you talking about now or when we first met?”

both.

bellamy had a nose for those kinds of things—when people are in desperate need of being saved and athena practically reeked of the need for saving. not saving from someone or something, but from herself.

“i’m fine.”

“stop saying that,” he eyes her hard now. she wants to get away from it; from the way he looked so disappointed in her. “you’re not going to die today, i’m not going to let you.”

“why do you care?”

he bites the inside of his cheek to stop from almost smiling, “i don’t.”

“fuck you.”

“let’s not get too ahead of ourselves, princess,” he stands, once again trying to pry the object from her foot. “we still gotta get out of here.”

“bellamy, stop, bellamy,” her voice becomes petrified to the realization of the sudden build up of walkers around them. “bellamy look!”

he swings up fast, firing an empty gun with desperation till a loud sound of someone else firing rounds pierces both their ears. bellamy is fast to hunch over athena at the sound before it stops and a sharp laugh fills the air.

“and you fuckers thought this would be the faster way.”

**

the campfire seemed to have been even more chattier than usual, especially after the rescue operation the rest of the group had executed on athena and bellamy.

after twenty minutes, they had been able to wrench the piece of wreckage from athena’s foot with not just bellamy, but echo and murphy. there was an immediate relief and a reality check upon realization that she wasn’t dying and she must have seemed like a complete fool in front of bellamy.

she only had two broken ribs like bellamy had guessed, and once raven did the best she could to bandage her up, they set up camp right in the stone tunnel.

“how about you little goddess? you never told us your story.”

it takes athena awhile to realize raven’s the one talking to her with a smirk that could be mistaken for a smile placed on her face. it caused her breathing to become uneven, still not used to the presence and mock of another human being. she almost found it to be more horrifying than a walker—human judgment.

athena never thought the day where she’d have to speak the words of what she had done aloud would come. it was her worst nightmare, having to admit what she did. she thought she’d have time, a long time, or forever for that matter. 

she stays silent for the longest time to the point that raven begins to think she didn't hear her until she utters the words everyone else usually does, “it doesn’t matter.”

bellamy realized that athena’s mouth once again became a steel trap upon the arrival of the others. while murphy, echo, and him pulled the large debris from her foot, her panic had flown away like a bird and she once again soaked in her silence. he wonders if in the small moments of delusion she had before hand, whether or not he could have gotten this story out of her himself.

“hey, just because you went through hell a little more than usual today, doesn’t give you a free pass,” murphy scoffed even though him of all people would use the same phrase—until echo nagged on him long enough—having her own phrase at hand.  

“past is important, without it what’s the point of living? it makes you who you are.” 

she used it many times on him even though echo wasn’t one to be interested in other people’s lives, especially murphy’s, but she valued memories and past—she couldn’t imagine trying to disregard it.

“well there really isn't a point in living, at this point, is there?” athena glanced back once hearing it, missing half of their eye rolls. she was putting up a front that began to resemble more and more like murphy’s and they weren’t about to go down that rabbit hole again. “you don’t want to know my story.”

“you really must be fun at parties.”

“the funnest,” she mumbled, staring down at the fire despite never had been to a party of any kind, maybe a birthday or two, but never a generic party. 

“no, but really,” murphy mumbled, “what happened to you?”

“i bet she was a rich pretty girl,” raven mumbled, smiling at the slightest as she stared at athena, hoping for some rise out of her. “who had a princess life with everything handed to her.”

“did you have a boyfriend?” murphy was looking to add on. everyone knew taunting was one of the best ways to get answers if nothing else was working. “i bet you did. probably super hot right? football captain, probably had a couple of scholarships too, huh? told you he loved you second date, bought you a promise ring and made promises that someday the two of you would get married but… that didn’t exactly goes as plan, you know what i mean?”

athena looked up, slightly confused as to what was going on. she was familiar with the feeling of being taunted, manipulated into getting answers and anger, but it was strange. she had never experienced something like it, like this in a very long time. the nature of it was very off-putting and she almost thought it wasn’t real.

bellamy shared a look with echo who seemed just as lost to murphy’s plan while octavia found entertainment in it. she herself wanted to know the truth, the answers to athena’s past so bad, she could hardly care for how they got it out of her.

“i bet he left you-” “murphy,” bellamy gave him a pointed look, telling him to knock it off because in the off chance that all words coming from murphy’s mouth were true.

“no,” athena shook her head to the slightest, “you really want to know?”

they all looked to her and she raised an eyebrow to which they all gingerly nodded, aside from bellamy who narrowed his brows at her, not believing this to be the best decision, but murphy had once again proved to be the master of manipulation. 

it was silent and athena adjusted herself, preparing to unleash the horrid truth of her past, something she wished not to do. but a strange feeling in her chest wanted her to prove herself… that she didn’t have it as easy as murphy had guessed and her life was anything but romantic.  

“i lived a basic military life just like you guys did,” she wiped her mouth, hating the gross feeling that collapsed around her with the sudden reminiscing. “we moved around a lot, i was put into camps, i was taught to shoot a gun, to use a knife… all that basic combat bullshit that never seemed useful until now.”

her lips slightly twitched upward in a smile, thinking back to all the labor she underwent that she used to think was so useless—thinking all of it was for nothing…

“my father seemed to have known it before anyone else,” she had her lips presssed together, now focusing tightly on the campfire and nothing else. it almost made octavia stop her from continuing, suddenly knowing that there was some large variant of grief within this story. “i didn’t have a boyfriend and i’ve never even came close to saying i love you to anyone. he shoved us into a bunker before any of that… could happen i guess—me and my sisters and my mom... before we even knew. thought he was crazy.”

“you have sisters?” murphy quirked a brow, adjusting himself against the log he was leaned up against. 

“used to.”

“what do you mean ‘used to’?”

“he killed them.”

it's silent and their stomachs swell to the painful truth, something unexpected. 

bellamy looked up rather quick, almost shocked by her words just as the rest, but he resisted making any other movements that would clarify how taken aback he was by how straight forward she was—by the way there was no sign of emotion in the core of her voice.

“there was a night when the generator shut down halfway through dinner and everything was dark, so dark,” her voice suddenly layered over with hurt and almost fear that it made octavia worry, it made her want to cover her ears. “he told us to stay in our rooms and i was just sitting there in silence, in darkness, and then the screaming started.

“i knew he was coming for us all after he killed my mother, and then hera. he knocked on each of our doors and once he was at ophelia’s, he killed her with an axe before she could even process,” pause, athena inhaled, her voice leveling onto a different tone, deeper, suppressing any sound that clued to weakness. “see, i was smart, he knew i was smart, he always said i was his stupid fucking prodigy child. that’s why i ran.”

and then silence, again. 

but murphy was the only one brave enough to keep talking, not brave but the only one who didn’t have enough courtesy to keep his mouth shut, “so what happened?” echo nudge him, but he ignored her, continuing to speak, “i mean, you didn’t run, you couldn’t have.”

“you’re right,” she looked up, “i killed him, and then i ran.”

“just like that?”

“just like that. me or him, he knew that,” athena inhaled, straightening out her back as if she was done with story time, “it was a final test and only one of us could walk out of that bunker alive.”

it was then that everything seemed to have made sense for bellamy. as he stared and analyzed more closely with the fire dancing up the side of her face as she sat calmly, he then knew, and understood.

this is what she needed to be saved from.

being a heavily raised military kid already meant you were held dead inside from all the training they pounded down into your brain, all the people you met, screaming in your face, you grew up fast.

bellamy usually felt no remorse for anyone; what happens to you, happens to you for a reason. whether that being karma or just the simple fact of needing to learn a lesson, but what happened to athena, shouldn’t happen to anyone.

he felt remorse for her. especially after remembering what he had said in the tunnel.

be honest, you can’t stand the matter of trust and compatibility because of whatever issues you dragged in from before the fall.

wow, that was really kicking his ass.

“i’m not like any of you, and i never will be. i cant help someone out of the goodness of my heart, especially now, because my father taught me the biggest lesson of all; you can’t trust anyone, not even those closest to you.”

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Heart of a Hunter Act VII - Ch. 8

Heart of a Hunter Act VII - Ch. 8

Characters: Dean x doctor!Reader, Sam Winchester

This story is Act 7 of a saga.

New to the story? Get caught up on the Heart of a Hunter Saga here.

All your favorite Winchesters are alive, in spite of the curse that nearly took them from you. After coming so close to losing the only family you have left in this world, you’re taking matters into your own hands. There’s a witch to hunt.

Series Warnings:

Character injuries/sickness - Take note that no one is excluded from this.

Canon-typical violence and language.

Lots of whump.

Lots of caring for hurt characters.

Smut (18 Only. NSFW. You were warned.)

Angst.

Fluff.

Medical talk. Is that even a warning

Image Credit: bing image search, google image search, @gaywitchtwins , @bowleggedean  

Wordcount: 1959

Chapter  8

It was nearing six in the morning when Dean called you back.

“Did I wake you?” he asked.

“Nope,” you said with a yawn. “I’ve been sitting in this hospital parking lot all night. Tell Sam and Addie thanks for packing me a supply of caffeine and snacks. I’d have passed out hours ago if they hadn’t.”

You could hear the smile in his tone when he spoke again. “Anything interesting?”

“The demon-priests stayed inside the hospital for another couple of hours last night after I called you. Then they walked right back across the street to the shop. I’m certain there’s a back door I don’t have a good view of from here, but I haven’t seen anyone else come or go since then.”

“No sign of the witch then?”

“Not yet. The locator spell doesn’t show she’s moved at all, does it?”

“Nope. Sam and I just did it again before I called. She should still be right there in that spot. Apparently she’s just being a recluse about it.”

“Did you and Sam find anything to connect the patients who are being possessed?”

“Unfortunately they don't seem to have much in common aside from the fact that they don't have any family."

"No one to miss them," you thought out loud.

“One was a lost cause. No one expected them to have any quality of life after the injuries he’d suffered. Brain damage of one sort or another, among other things. There’s an article about him with a picture. Sam’s emailing it to you now, at least that way you might recognize the one if you see him. The other guy was in a medically induced coma, but he was expected to recover. Doctors seemed to think his prognosis was good. They were just giving his body a chance to heal. I didn’t understand enough about the jargon I read to explain it to you better than that. He’s probably toast now, though.

"We tried to look into the churches nearby, too, but so far nothing specific that would lead us to believe the demons are doing more than just trying to pass themselves off as priests while they're visiting the hospital. Not like they could actually step foot in a church anyway.”

“Right,” you agreed. “Thanks for your help.”

“You’ve had a long night,” Dean said after a few seconds. “You need to get some sleep. Chances are the demons won’t be so active during the daylight hours anyway.”

You heard Jonah start crying in the background, and Addie and Sam both trying to soothe him. The sound nearly broke your heart. “How’s he doing?” you asked, feeling your voice crack a little as you spoke.

“Just misses his mom,” Dean said. “He’ll be fine, sweetheart. Don’t worry about us. Just watch yourself. Promise?”

You took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to collect yourself. “Promise.”

You sat in the hospital parking lot in your truck until eight in the morning when the construction crew showed up to work on the witch’s shop. That was when you decided to follow Dean's advice and get at least a few hours of shut-eye. After the long drive and staking out the witch's shop and the demons in the hospital, you could definitely feel the weariness settling in.

You checked into a motel, parked your truck in front of the door, and brought your bags inside. Then you set to work with the little routine involved with trying to safely get some sleep while hunting on your own. You dead-bolted the door, tucked your handgun under the pillow, and, after a brief debate in your head, decided against changing into something more comfortable. You were only hoping for a couple of hours - it was more of a nap really - and you had to be ready to jump and go at a moment's notice.

You slid off your extra flannel from your shoulders and draped it along the bottom of the bed before pulling off your boots and setting them nearby. Your jeans and t-shirt acted as somewhat of a barrier between your skin and the scratchy motel sheets as you climbed inside the bedding and tried to get comfortable.

There was just an emptiness in the room that was unsettling. You chalked it up to your instincts being in overdrive since becoming a mother, but you couldn't help yourself.

You wished Dean was there weighing down the mattress next to you, his body throwing off that subtle heat that always warmed you. Hell, you even missed Sam's soft snores from across the room where he should have been. Hunting alone sucked. But this wasn't just any hunt. You were working to remove an immediate threat to your family.

It was insurance.

Thankfully, you did manage to squeeze in some sleep and woke naturally at one o’clock. It took a moment to orient yourself, to remember you weren't in the bunker, and then you crawled out of the bed and pulled your gun from under the pillow.

You did a chamber check and a magazine check before tucking it into your waistband holster. You brushed your teeth, ran a comb through your hair, and threw your bag in your truck again to make sure you had everything you needed at all times before climbing behind the wheel.

You knew you'd most likely be coming back to shower and change and take advantage of your former career to get you inside the hospital, but for now, it was all about getting some coffee and staking out the Witch's new shop again.

With gas station coffee in the cup holder and a doughnut in hand that would make your goal of getting your pre-baby body back take longer than you cared to admit, you sat in your truck where you could watch the shop and the hospital entrance.

A pair of over-sized sunglasses made you feel at least somewhat incognito as you perused the article and photo Sam had sent.

Dean and Sam had been researching the miraculous recoveries of the hospital patients until late last night, and then Dean had had his nose in a book in the morning before catching up with you on the phone. After lunch, he'd pulled out his laptop and dug into research again, a pile of books stacked next to him for quick reference. Except this time the research wasn’t about the hospital patients you’d called about previously. Once they’d realized there wasn’t a lot of information to be found about them, Dean’s focus had shifted to a more lofty goal.

"Dean," Sam said, sitting down at the table across from him. "I'm still not sure it's even a good idea."

"And letting my wife go after this witch alone is a good idea?" His eyes snapped up to stare at Sam over the screen.

"I know it's hard. I don't like letting her go at this alone any more than you do," Sam said. "I love her, too. You know I do. But this is what she asked us to do. The witch becomes a whole new level of dangerous if she thinks we're coming after her."

"She only asked us to stay behind because she didn't know how to keep the witch from tracking us."

Sam sighed heavily. "Yeah, well, we don't know how to do that either."

"Not yet. But there's got to be a spell, or - or a talisman or something that can hide me from the witch. Stop her tracking me."

Addie approached with Jonah in her arms and a bottle in one hand. "Okay Dad, time to take a break from research," she said to Dean as she placed Jonah in his arms.

"Hey there, Buckaroo,” Dean said to his son. “Have you been good for Addie?"

"Of course he has," she gushed. "But he needs some father-son time. Almost as much as you do." She held out a bottle and Dean closed the laptop with a hand before accepting it from her. "Bottle time, and then a nap. And that last part is for both of you."

"Nap?" Dean scoffed. "He might, but I - I don't need-"

Addie put a hand on her hip and stared him down. "Oh yes, you do. You were up half the night doing research, and new dads are already sleep-deprived. You know better than to miss a chance to play catch up. So either put him down in the nursery and hit the sack, or let me or Sam take him to get him down when he's done eating so you can get some rest."

Dean opened his mouth to protest, but Addie wasn't having it. "I mean it, Dean. I don't care if you're a big, scary hunter. You need sleep. Give him his bottle, then nap time for you both."

Dean seemed to realize he was fighting a losing battle. "Yeah, okay," he said, suddenly sounding a lot younger than he was.

Addie watched with a smile as Dean carried Jonah out of the room.

Dean settled down on the sofa with Jonah tucked up in one arm. He offered Jonah the bottle and gazed lovingly at his face while the baby began to drink. "I'm glad you're back to eating so well, Buckaroo," Dean said softly. "We all just want you to be strong and healthy. Whatever else you decide to be in this life is up to you. We’ll always have your back. No matter what."

Jonah sucked his bottle, big eyes staring up at his father as he spoke to him.

"Y'know, your mom is taking on a witch right now to keep you safe. To keep us all safe. I don't know if you know this yet, but your mom is a bad-ass. We're lucky she's on our side."

Jonah guzzled formula as Dean watched him. He shifted his fingers onto his son’s chest, feeling the little flutter of his heartbeat against the pads of his fingers and smiling to himself.

It didn’t take long for Jonah to finish the bottle and Dean sat it down on the side table. Jonah whimpered as Dean shifted on the couch, holding him snug to his chest as he put his feet up and leaned back against the armrest in an attempt to settle in and get comfortable. Jonah yawned, followed by a pathetic little squeak and a soft cry. Dean patted Jonah's back softly. “I know, son. I know…. I miss her, too.”

Dean hoped if he played his cards right, the baby might nap for at least an hour. He rubbed Jonah’s back gently with a hand and hummed a Bob Seger song. He felt the soft motion of Jonah's breathing beneath his hand and couldn't help thinking how close you'd all come to losing him.

It caused a gnawing pit to grow in his stomach to think about what would have happened if you hadn't caught onto what was going on with Jonah's heart. If you hadn't been so observant and thorough and downright brilliant. Hadn't so diligently cared for your newborn son, giving him what he needed to keep fighting while you'd all desperately searched for a way to break the curse.

And because of it, Dean's family was still intact, and Dean knew he'd do anything to keep it that way.

When he finished humming the Seger song he moved onto a Zeppelin one before he was convinced Jonah was soundly asleep on his chest.

Dammit if Addie hadn’t been right. Dean could feel the exhaustion settling in his bones. Double checking that Jonah couldn't roll away first, he closed his eyes and fell asleep with the most delightful little weight on his chest, heartbeat to heartbeat with his son.

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Pictures of you-Chapter 6 (90's Liam Gallagher X Reader)

Pairing: 90's Liam Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: Language, angst, a bit of fluff (Liam trying to be cute, but also being a cute bastard), maybe a few spelling mistakes.

Words: 2273

Summary: You're Oasis's official photographer. Your relationship with Liam changes little but by little bit, but is it safe for you to fall in love with him ?

A/N: I'M BACK ! My Wi-Fi came back, so here is the chapter you've all been waiting for. The smut will be published on Thursday and not on Wednesday because I'll be on the road and will not have time to write the smut, knowing I'm not there tomorrow and Tuesday. I've received some messages asking me if there will be smut in the fanfic, yes there will be ! But I'm building tension little bit by little bit just as I said. And you know that with Liam, it can be pretty smutty !

Enjoy !

(Because Roll with it at TOTP is pure comedy)

Nothing changed after this kiss between Liam and I.

He kept fucking groupies, he continued to be Liam, A little prick.

I was mad at Noel, but I kept doing my job, professionally.

Was I jealous? I didn’t care at all at the moment. I was living my life.

I even met a cute guy, who was kind to me, but it was like being friend with the enemy, because this guy was Graham Coxon.

Graham was cool, but I didn’t like Damon. I thought Liam and Damon weren’t the same, but they were both cocky bastards.

Noel finally apologized in July 1995.

I had one month relationship with Gray and we broke up in august 1995, both being pressured from our sides by Oasis and Blur’s members, and fuck I had a hard time getting over it.

Graham had been so lovely, I was attached to him, a lot. Not in love, but greatly attached.

6 years that I was sick, and this shit didn’t want to go away.

And you all know what happened as well in August 1995. Roll with it v Country house, aka the beginning of the Britpop war.

They were all acting as if they were doing fine, but Guigsy and Liam weren’t.

That’s where everything started.

In September 1995, the gentle soul that Guigsy is, left the band for a few because he was suffering of a nervous exhaustion. That’s also when Liam lost it.

September 14th 1995-Stoke on trent:

I was in my hotel room, listening to music and smoking a joint, until I heard a loud knock at my door, making me jump.

I walked to the door and opened it. Here he was, a whiskey bottle in his hand.

Liam?

Yer free?

Huh yeah…

I let him come in.

What are ye doing?

I was listening to the last Wet Wet Wet album and there you are.

Liam chuckled

Yer listening to this music fer pussies? Thought you were Rock N’Roll!

Says the man who listens to Erik Satie. Actually they’re pretty good. They’re like Oasis, they progressed since their inception.

He took a sip of his whiskey before adding:

That’s shit!

You clearly didn’t hear yourself during rehearsals, and if you’re here to spit on what I listen to, you can piss off back to your room. What do you even want?

The smile he had plastered on his lips faded.

Dunno. He shrugged

You don’t know?

Nope.

And I saw his eyes betray him. Tears invaded them, and he tried to resist from crying.

Liam, is there something wrong? You seem…sad?

I…’s nothing.

What? You’re scared I might judge and mock you? Well no Liam, I’m not like you. So either put your fucking pride aside for a second and don’t feel like you’re weak because you’re not and talk to me or shut the fuck up and go back to your room.

This seemed to wake something inside him.

Ye really want to know what’s wrong? What is it right, Guigsy’s gone, me brother almost hates me, Blur pisses me off, ‘s lot to take, d’ye know what I mean?

Yes, I know what you mean. I’m actually an expert in what is the impression of feeling too much and actually feeling too much. You just don’t understand it and it scares you, am I right?

He looked at me deeply in the eyes, wiping a tear away before nodding.

And Liam, Noel doesn’t hate you. You know, he’s been different with all of us since what happened last year in L.A. Except with Whitey, of course. You know, he’s my best friend and my favorite person, but sometimes, he really deserves to be punched in the face. Noel loves you without a doubt. You’re his little brother and he wants to protect you from some things.

I’m not a kid anymore, me.

No you’re not, but you’re acting like one.

It led him to wiper more tears away. He knew that this was the whole truth.

He put his head on my shoulder. I didn’t know how to act. What could I do in this case?

I caressed his head through his hair and his face and I felt him soften. Was there really a soft Liam?

That’s when he lift his head up, looking at me with the most tender look I ever saw. The, he crushed his lips on mine, delicately.

I was surprised but answered the kiss.

When his tongue asked for entrance, I let him, our tongues melting together.

When our kiss came to an end, I looked at him, blushing.

Liam, I… I don’t…

It’s not like we never kissed.

I don’t love you Liam.

Says the bird as red as a tomato.

I may be red, but just because you and your ego took all my air and I can’t breathe.

Oh C’mon Y/N, I want to bury the hatchet.

You always want to bury it when you’re drunk.

I wasn’t when we kissed the first time.

Yes you were.

Not.

And what? You want to bury it by fucking me? You’re barking up the wrong tree Liam, you’ll never get to fuck me, even the idea of it makes me want to throw up.

We could have fun though.

YOU couldn’t have fun. I wouldn’t.

So what, yer rejecting the wonderfulest man in the universe?

And here we go again…Liam, when will you finally understand I hate what you are?

And what am I, me?

A condescending little prick, full of himself, who only loves himself, and is incapable to love anyone else but himself, and I despite this kind of guy, I despise you Liam, as much as you despise me. You just want to fuck me because you want to brag about it like “look, she hates me, but I managed to get her, she caved liked the good and easy girl she is”. And no Liam, you will NEVER get me.

Are ye always a fucking mardy bird?

A mardy for what? Describing the truth? You can have all the girls you want Liam, but you can’t have me, I’m not interested. And though, why would you even have me in your bed except for what I said? You came crying here because you thought I would pity you and let you fuck me? Bad move dude.

Nah, I came here because I know ye wouldn’t judge me about what I felt about this shitty period.

But the consolation will never be what you hope for.

Except I almost fell for it. The thing was I saw he was trying to get along with me since our kiss in Rockfield. But wasn’t it to destroy me after? And though, I really hated the part of him I described.

I was trying to protect myself. Because slowly, I was falling for him, and I didn’t know it yet.

And less than a week after… It was my turn to fuck up.

*

September 21st 1995-London

Liam 23rd’s birthday. I was surprised to be invited. Maybe Noel insisted, I never knew, because I never asked the question.

It took place in a nightclub, where Liam privatised a part for the night.

I decided to wear a dress for once. It was large, red and low-cut. Red is always sexy, isn’t it?

I wore some blue on my eyes as makeup with some mascara, eyeliner and a red lipstick.

When I arrived, no one recognized me. No one except Liam, surrounded by girls, who lift his head up at the coincidal moment I appeared in front of him.

He was agape and in literal awe.

I winked at him and joined the others at the bar.

Evening boys. I said

Y/N? Noel asked

Yeah?

I almost didn’t recognize ye!

Did my face change? I asked

No! But…

I know Noely, you’re not used to see me like this.

And yer stunning! Bonehead said

Thank you dear.

I ordered a bottle of gin and asked for tonic to make some G&Ts.

Liam joined us at the bar. Alone.

Hi Y/N.

Hi Liam, no chicks?

Told them it was a private party with me mates. He said, smiling

That’s great. Happy birthday. I answered

Thank ye. Yer beautiful by the way.

I smiled as an answer.

The summary of the evening is quite simple. We all drank until we got dead drunk, snorted cocaine, smoked cigarettes and joints, and some of us didn’t, until I heard a song my gay brother loved and listened to. I ended up dancing on the dancefloor to Never Can Say Goodbye by the Communards. Not so Rock N’Roll. I reproduced the exact same dance than in the official video with people who also knew it. I used to see my brother do it so much I knew it by heart.

Boys were talking between them now at a table, even if Liam was throwing me discrete looks, watching me dance, and smiling like an idiot.

His brother finally caught him doing it.

Go dance with her! Noel encouraged him

Are ye mad? No!

Yer dying fer it! I’m sure she won’t refuse!

That’s not me type of music man!

No one will know, go!

Until the moment he decided to join me on the dancefloor, the music changed. It was now Sometimes by Erasure. When I saw him next to me, I was surprised, but smiled. And I was smiling like someone high and drunk.

It was the first time I danced with him and in fact, it was cool.

He took my hands and made me turn on myself. I laughed hard, not used to this, but also because I was having fun. And this was the second time Liam was making me laugh and laughing with me.

It felt lie a privileged moment, before we would come back to our usual arguing and practically insulting each other.

Then he got to grab me by the waist and crushed his lips on mine.

Of course I answered the kiss. And can I use the pathetic excuse that is “I was drunk”?

At the time I did.

Especially because everyone saw us.

The guys immediately reacted.

What the fuck! He really kissed her!  Bonehead exclaimed

Yup, he did! Noel, ye alright? Alan asked

Noel had his hands clasped together, consterned.

I just hope they won’t end up together, it would be a big mistake.

Are ye jealous or summat? Bonehead asked him

No, I just want to protect them from each other. If they end up together, it won’t end well.

Who says it will end?

Because I know them both, and believe me, it’ll be chaotic. Their features don’t match.

It isn’t our fucking business mate. We can’t act on this.

I know, me.

Liam and I ran back to the table, hand in hand, Noel catching it.

Okay, just to be clear, Noel and I have never been together and never felt love towards each other. Or maybe some kind of sibling love, purely platonic if you prefer. He really was looking to protect us. And in a way, he wasn’t wrong for wanting to do so.

But he was wrong in saying our features don’t match. They even matched and match too much.

Except from our personalities, Liam and I were practically the same, and that was why it might not have worked or worked but clashed and clash a lot.

After that, we drank a lot more and snorted more cocaine.

We drunkenly walked back to Liam’s place, hand in hand before kissing me in front of his front door.

And after this, a total blackout.

*

The morning after, I woke up, shitfaced.

The first thing I saw was that I was in my underwear, without my bra.

That’s when I heard snoring beside me. Liam was still asleep.

I knew nothing happened between us when I saw he only had his shirt opened and he was in his jeans that were closed.

By the way, he had a nice morning boner.

I discretely stepped out of the bed, dressing up and took the rest of my things.

Where are ye going?

Oh, good morning Liam.

Don’t wanna cuddle?

I…I gotta go.

Okay, what’s wrong? Liam asked, dryly

What is wrong Liam is I didn’t sleep in my bed last night. What’s wrong is I slept in your bed, we kissed, and I was drunk. I won’t give you any hope, it meant nothing to me. I already told you, I don’t love you.

Leave then.

That was what I was about to do.

And make sure ye don’t forget anything, I don’t want ye to come back.

Oh I won’t, don’t worry ‘bout that.

Bitch.

Asshole.

I left his bedroom, showing him my two middle fingers. The truth was that during the free 10 days remaining before tour, I needed to think. The truth was this night changed one more thing. The truth was that I was slowly falling for the little prick that Liam Gallagher was.

But I couldn’t let him have me and hurt me. Not with my condition.

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August Minific Challenge day 04!!

@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers

Today’s prompt is “How don’t you know the difference between your left and right?”

(Prompt list: )

WC is 693

Fugitive!Luka and Mari are making their way to London this time.

It’s the dead of night, and Luka and Marinette are running down the silent streets of Paris, trying to catch a ride on any bus that hopefully won’t call the cops on them.

They stop by a bus and Marinette and Luka go to board it. After getting on, the driver immediately yells for them to leave or he will call the cops, and in the heat of the moment Luka draws the gun Anarka had forced him to take with him when he started packing up to run. “Drive us to the Gare du Nord and don’t call the cops.” Luka sits in the frontmost seat facing the driver as Marinette takes the spot next to him.

The driver spits at them and curses. “Always knew you Vigilantes were freakazoids. I bet you’ve always been working with Hawkmoth.” Luka feels an almost predatory hiss climbing his throat but holds a straight face and just gestures to the gun.

The driver shuts up and takes them to where they wanted to go and Luka quickly pulls Marinette off the bus. “He’s gonna tell the cops where we’re going. We should transform to be safe then throw clothes over top.”

“Okay… and Luka… you wouldn’t actually shoot anyone… Right?”

The boy stares at her and almost drops his gun. “Of course not! It's just… we’re already criminals… It… seemed scary… I’m sorry Mar.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She smiles and quickly transforms and throws clothes on as they board the train, Luka having done the same. “I haven’t ever seen that side of you.”

“It’s the part of me I never want to be.”

“Mysterious.” The couple starts to giggle, some of the adrenaline fading away, as they’re already another step to safety.

After a bit of a trip, they carry their few things to the small residence in a quiet part of town and knock on the door. A slim woman seeming to be almost an exact copy of Sabine appears, quickly pulls the two weary travelers inside and gives them some tea.

“Hello there. My Name is Shu-Yin.” The curt woman says to Luka. Throwing him off, mostly because he expected the calm and happy personality of Marinette’s mother. Which he then criticizes himself for being so dumb, knowing how diffrent heand Juleka are.

“Oh… Uh, this is Luka,” Marinette says, glancing at Luka and snapping in his face to bring him back from having zoned out.

He snaps back and looks at the ground “Apologies. I started thinking about my sister.”

The older woman nods. “Well you both could use the sleep. So let me show you where you can sleep. I assume sharing a bed isn’t something new for you two?”

“Are we that obviously dating??” Marinette exclaims in her usual jumpy nature.

“I only meant that most one bed hotel rooms are cheaper and that I assume you’re trying to save your Limited cash.”

“Uh… that too.” Marinette groans, feeling like she’s embarrassed herself. Luka silently wraps his arm around her as they are shown their newest bedding.

The couple sits down and they start to chat as they change into more comfortable clothes, and finally detransform. Luka collapses on the bed and Marinette crawls in next to him “Hey Mar, I think I scraped my hand getting off the bus.”

“Do you want me to put some cream on it to help the burn?”

“Please do.”

They both sit up and Marinette pulls out her first aid kit, a necessity when you’re a wanted criminal. She glances at him and smiles. “Which hand?”

“Left. Guess I’m not playing guitar for a day or so.” He smiles at Marinette kneeling in front of him. She starts to lift her hands and make L shapes, along with scrunching up her face to figure out which hand is which, after giving up she looks up. “Just give me the hurt hand.”

“Do you not know which is left?”

“Nope…”

“How do you not know the difference between your left and right?”

“Never learned. Now just give me your hand.”

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STOP that dando ask just melted me 😭😭 you and 👻 are honestly the BEST

On the topic of Canada, how about some little Charles and mick with daddy Seb?? Both had disappointing races (my heart BREAKS for mick and even tho Charles did so well, he was still disappointed in himself)…. Also Sunday was Father’s Day which I’m sure brought up some emotions for both of the boys…. Daddy Seb is definitely on overtime that night 🥺🥺

👻 be my fave fr ♥️

I’ll give y’all some Mick/Charles/Seb because I’m nice like that.

“You did well, Mick. No one’s gonna take that qualifying away from you and you know the DNF was not your fault.” Sebastian soothes, rubbing his hands down Mick’s shoulders who’s sat at the table, fingers ghosting over the wood while Angie’s down at his feet, nudging her head against the blonde’s ankle.

“Doesn’t feel like it.” He mumbles.

“Hey.” Sebastian shifts from where he’s stood behind the boy, moves a hand to his forehead, brushing the hair away before gently pushing Mick’s head back, keeping slight pressure there to maintain eye contact. “You did well, the pace is there and we both know the talent is as well.”

Mick’s frowning at him, pout evident in his features and Sebastian smiles lightly. “You’re upside down so that pout looks like a smile to me.”

There’s a small smile that tugs on the corner of Mick’s mouth and Sebastian pokes on his nose just as there’s a knock before the door opens and shuts. He releases his hold as Mick straightens his neck out and they both look to their left where Charles rounds the corner of the small hallway in the suite.

Neither Seb nor Mick get a greeting out before Charles has crossed the distance, bag falling off his shoulder before he moves into Seb, face burying in the crook of his neck as he fits his arms around the elder.

“Hello.” Sebastian says into the mop of hair he’s currently facing, arms moving to accommodate to Charles’ hug.

Angie’s up from her spot at Mick’s feet, tail wagging excitedly as she goes to nose at Charles’ leg while Mick simple looks up at his friend. “Hi.”

Charles grumbles something into Sebastian’s chest that definitely does not resemble any kind of greeting but Sebastian doesn’t comment on it, simply moves his hands up and down Charles’ back in a soothing pattern. “You did well today, Bug.”

“Did not.” Is the very clear grumble that emerges from the Monegasque and Sebastian can’t suppress the sigh that leaves him. “Two grumpy boys tonight then, hm?” Is a rhetorical question but both of them answer with “Yes.” as if it was rehearsed.

He laughs then, moving Charles back and out of his chest cupping his face. “You did do well.”

Charles opens his mouth to protest but Sebastian moves his hand to clamp over the younger’s, effectively shutting him up. “Nope, no backtalk.”

Charles glares at him, hand coming up to tug on Sebastian’s wrist as there’s a couple harsh knocks on the door.

“Who’s that?” Mick frowns, mimicking the confusion that shows in Charles’ features.

“A surprise.” Sebastian hums, releasing Charles and disappearing from their view before returning with a plastic bag.

“What’s that?” Both boys echo again, as Sebastian walks up and sets the bag on the table and takes out whatever’s inside the bag.

“This is dinner.” He hums, putting it down and taking the lid of the aluminum container, the smell of fries and gravy filling the room.

“Poutine!”

- - - -

It’s much later when he’s getting both boys ready for bed, they watched Encanto, a recommendation by Carlos and they’re suckers for Disney movies.

Mick’s been complaining about the seatbelts bruising and Sebastian wasn’t happy to find the bruises right above Mick’s hips, a matching purple stripe on his right circle. Mick’s squirming as he’s rubbing Arnica on it, whining about it being too cold.

“Hush.” Sebastian soothes, and frowning as Mick flinches when he moves to the one on his shoulder.

“Daddy.” It’s a louder whine now, squirming intensified.

“Sorry. Sorry Bubba, Daddy’ll be gentle.” He promises, pressing a kiss to the back of Mick’s shoulder where there’s no angry markings, gently rubbing the cream into the skin.

“All done.” Sebastian hums, helping Mick back into his T-shirt before allowing him to scurry off to kneel besides Angie who’s already half asleep at the foot of the bed.

He moves into the bathroom where Charles had just finished brushing his teeth, glaring at Seb as he enters.

“What?”

“You brought the spicy toothpaste.” Charles accuses, clicking his toothbrush back in the charger.

“I-. The what now?” Sebastian can’t help but laugh.

“The spicy one!” Charles whines, batting at Sebastian’s chest. “S’not funny! It hurts my tongue.”

“Well I’m sorry.” Sebastian hums, catching Charles’ hands and pulling him into a hug, pressing a kiss to his nose before grimacing.

“Did you wash your face?”

“…yes.”

Sebastian gives him a look. “Then why’s there still gravy in your eyebrows?” He doesn’t add the “how’d you even get it there?”

Charles bites the inside of his cheek as a sly smile creeps up on him. “Okay.. maybe I didn’t wash my face.”

Sebastian rolls his eyes, moves to grab a cloth and runs in under the tab.

“Warm water, Daddy!” Charles protests as Sebastian wets the cloth and wrings it out.

“Liars get cold water.” He replies before moving to scrub at Charles face who whines through the whole fifteen seconds.

When they get back to bed Mick’s already half asleep, eyes blinking open from where his face mushed into a pillow leaning his body towards Sebastian as he lays down in the middle.

“Goodnight, sweet boys.” Sebastian hums, pressing several soft kisses to Mick’s head before pulling Charles into his other side pressing a kiss to his slightly damp cheek. “Sweet dreams.”

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