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frostahesmegabite · 3 years

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DWC Day 1 - Reunion - Daily Writing Challenge Entry - Mega Goes Home

[ This scene takes place after a two year storyline between the FBC Guild that I’m the GM of and a personal storyline between Megahes and his Fiance, Naturasu. During this time, Megahes was cursed by a Cultist to slowly die from an agonizingly painful hex that was slowly killing him and all hope of its curing/removal was stripped away when this Cultist was killed during the conflicts. Ammaelin came to save Megahes (and acquired some ‘favors’ along the way) by using fractured shards of a Naa'ru to force Megahes into becoming Light Forged in a sense. This process took several years thanks to the manipulation of time via magic and while Mega felt the strain of three-four years of work, for everyone else it was roughly eight to ten weeks before his return. ] The Zeppelin ride to Orgrimmar was agonizingly slow, probably more than any other ride Mega had ever had on one before in his entire life. It was enough to drive him mad and the longer it took in combination with the closer it got to taking him home to Naturasu the worse it became. The goblin fidgeted, tugging at his clothes and making sure all the buttons on his shirt were done properly. His sleeves still crisp and the ironed lined still present. Hell, he even fought with the rolled up sleeves and their buttons that kept them pulled up to his biceps. The wait on returning home was killing him. What was Nat going to say when he walked in the door? This reunion between her and him played in his head a thousand times just today alone, he couldn’t even count the amount of times that he played out similar scenarios while he was away. “Nervousness does not become you Mister Frostbite.” The voice was formal and flat, its source coming from a blinding armor clad Blood Elf that stood several feet higher than himself. Crimson red hair blowing in the breeze thanks to their mode of transportation. Ammaelin, the Blood Knight who was responsible for the absence that proved to be a miraculous, and most likely a very heretical, healing process. If one could butter their bread with his smugness, one’d choke on it just from looking at him. “I’m aware, but that doesn’t make it any less. I been gone for three years now.” He quickly brings up a hand to stop the Elf, they’ve had this conversation several times before already. “And I know, I know. Months for her, for everyone else. Years only for You, Me and the others. But still years for me…” “We did what needed to be done, especially in regards to our agreement. You would have surely died otherwise.” Ammaelin’s head turns if but barely, just enough to cast a glance down upon the golden metal that was imprisoned into Mega’s flesh near his wrists. “You are lucky that you had those shards hidden away. Had any other Paladin known you held those, my brother's curse would have been the least of your concerns. I have no doubt the Church or the Draenei would have come marching on your doorstep…” Megahes’ face contorts as draws upon sarcasm to mock the Elf. “I have no doubt…” Mega blows a massive raspberry in the Paladins direction, which causes him to turn and look back upon the horizon, not giving in to Mega’s provocations. “Look. I know how risky tha thing was and I appreciate what you did and I get that I owe ya. But… all’a that aside. I’m just nervous man. What if…” He just stops and breathes, voice quivering a bit as his eyes begin to moisten, forcing him to stop and look back over the side of the Zeppelin once again. “If she doesn’t approve or she’s moved on due to thinking you dead or not coming back?” “I mean, I could have put that in better words, but yeah.” “I think perhaps you worry too much.” Megahes grumbles and sighs, running his hands up and down his face several times before they slide into his hair, where he just grabs hold of himself and pulls out of frustration only to realize he’d fucked it all up. His head shakes and he sets out to fix his hair as best he can, a nervous tick, to be sure. Mega was about to open his mouth to retort, but the Paladin stopped him by pointing to the horizon. Pandaria’s Jade

Forest. Pillars of tall stone began to rise and fall down into gorgeous forests, rolling hillsides and lily and reed filled rivers. The air was crisp and something about it just filled one's body with a rejuvenating sense of purpose and peace. “We’ll be at your domancile shortly, Mister Frostbite. I suggest you gather your things and we’ll drop you off directly.” If Mega wasn’t nervous before this, he sure as hell is now! His nearly trips… Well, he does actually, right over his own two feet and in a fluster, he looks about for something that wasn’t there before he speedily heads towards the cabins to gather his bag. He’d had this ready hours ago. It wasn’t much, he had no time to prepare for this little ‘retreat’ of his, which he was thankful for now as he threw it over his shoulder. He pauses and looks over at Ammaelin. “For as big of a pain in tha ass ya have been these past couple of years, thank ya. Truly. If it wasn’t for you and them Priests, I wouldn’t be makin’ this trip back.” Ammaelins’ face during this brief statement was a rollercoaster! Disdain and irritation appearing quickly was soon replaced with an oddly peaceful smile by the end of it. “Our time has taught us much, Mister Frostbite, about a great many topics. It has been… enlightening.” His choice of words being an intended pun and irony placed upon Mega. There were no hugs, no great exchanges of physical emotion. The two just look at one another before Mega turns and descends into the bowels of the Zeppelin so he can board the loading platform and get lowered down to his home. Their home. Gold, this was excruciating. The platform lowers slowly, painfully so, at least to him. Each inch makes Mega’s ears pound so hard that he can hear them in his ears and if it got any higher in his throat, he’d choke. “I’m gettin all nervous for nothin’, she probably ain’t even home. Probably in Orgrimmar havin’ some drinks or workin’ at the Knot.” He blows through his lips with enough strength to cause a slight whistle. Stress and worry, all self-induced of course, at how this was going to go. He was happy, no doubt, but worry came natural. The lift jerks as the ground makes contact, nearly sending him sprawling down to the floor of it just for him to look up in utter irritation, sending up a solid middle finger at the crew whether they could see it or not. “Ain’t no wonder these things fall out of tha fuckin sky so much…” He grumbles, straightening himself and clambering off before they end up actually managing to kill him somehow. Once off, the Zeppelin began to hoist the platform once more as it turned to head off towards its next stop. Mega’s red eyes watch it drift off for a moment, offering an overhead wave in case Ammaelin was on deck and looking down upon him. Given time, Mega turns away from it, looking at his pandaren styled home. The smell of the Arboretum orchids wafting through the air hit his senses and caused him to smile and for a moment, peace was welcome until he began to pick up his feet, swearing they are encased in lead the closer to home he became. Much like a scene from one of those cheesy romance books he kept hearing people go on about, he freezes at the door, hand up and ready to knock but nothing comes. No, instead he pats himself down and takes the key out of his shirt pocket and uses that instead. Quietly, creeping open the door slowly as if he expected to walk in and find his place full of cobwebs and everything cold and abandoned. The sight he gets is quite the opposite. Everything was nearly just as he left it. Albeit, more golden now. Naturasu loved her gold and it was a miracle that everything they owned wasn’t gold or khorium at this point in some facet or another. The sight brings a small smile to his face, sucking him into the house where he quietly closes the door behind him, fingers tracing over chairs and couch arms before he lets his pack slide down into the floor where it was quickly abandoned. Quietly, he walks through the house, almost scared to break the silence just to realize that that’s all there’d be

but a sudden clattering coming from the kitchen broke what he hadn’t dared. “Oh gold… what is she remodelling in there now?” It was a good question to ask! Not one that he had malice towards however, as the modifications they’d made thus far were phenomenal. His feet take him into the doorway where Nat can be seen in her usual home attire of thigh-high socks and underwear along with a set of tools, some powered and some not, as she was working on some of their retractable steps that allowed the two of them to cook shoulder to shoulder despite their obvious size differences. And it was this image that made him choke in silence and just stare at her. She was still here and all of his fears, irrational or not, just vanished and all he’s left being able to do is croak out a cough and throat clear. Nat’s voice calls out in irritation as the work clearly wasn’t going as planned. “Just leave tha rollers and frames there on the floor Sugah, thanks.” She must have thought he was someone from the Contingents Engineering or Supply Staff. Had this been any other time, Mega probably would have played into this mistake and taken up the chance to pretend to be said person and elicit some lewd scene, but, no, not today… Well, at least not right -now-. “Sorry, I uhh… must have forgotten them back at tha office. I can go back and get them if ya like.” Mega’s voice quivered in a nervousness that refused to leave his bones that were joining with both excitement and happiness. Naturasu on the other hand, froze entirely just to drop the wrench that was in her hand to the floor. Slowly, she wheeled about, perhaps not sure if she heard the voice correctly or if it was just her senses fucking with her. Whatever her reasoning, the moment her copper colored eyes hit Mega’s own crimson hues, time stood still for them both. No words came, they didn’t need them. Naturasu hit her knees and before she could even get her arms outstretched entirely, Mega was across the room, pinning himself to her and locking his own behind her in an embrace so strong that Titan Steel couldn’t have broken it if it tried. The two remained conjoined and just wept. [ Thank you again for reading my entry to the @daily-writing-challenge ! This is Day One (09/19/2021) and today's words were #Reunion and #Afterlife. I had the choice of using one or both, but decided to run with only Reunion today just in case I decide to pull out some deathly stuff later in the month. ] [ Edit Addition: I apologize if there's some formatting issues. I tried to implant a couple of images to help convey things but Tumblr just wasn't having it, so I had to remove them. I've tried to correct the errors I did find, but I may not have gotten them all. ]

#dwc2021 #Megahes Frostbite #Reunion #Going Home #day12021 #dayone2021

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proclaimersofheroes · 4 years

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The Cracks In Our Family

For @gentrychild, and their lovely nonnies. Feast, vampires and loyalists! https://archiveofourown.org/works/24644959 For those who prefer ao3 He didn't want to go back.

Crawling back to that house, after all that man had done to him? No.

He'd found the family grave, his name washed of the red that had declared him still alive. What ashes had they used? What bones?

It took a lot of effort and a crowbar to get into the storage underneath the Todoroki family grave. But, after living so long on the street it hadn't made him that much more grimy.

Urns lined the space neatly. Blue eyes fell on the newest looking one, and his hands hovered over it.

He was sweating, his throat felt tight. The hammering of his heart in his chest should prove beyond all doubt that he was alive.

Right?

A small breeze ruffled matted white hair. Patchy skin itched and sagged, dirty clothes and skin threatening infection along burns that were prepared to split open. The earlier birdsong was drowned out by the memory of hearing his father read out an obituary for him.

"Todoroki Touya was a determined young man, and a budding hero. Even with the control he was taught, his flames were too powerful for his body. Had he only better restraint and better health, my eldest son would not have been taken from us so soon."

A bitter laugh bubbled from singed lips. Todoroki Enji, the 'hero' Endeavor, didn't know the meaning of the word restraint. Not when it came to catching villains, not when it came to chasing All Might's back. Not when it came to hiding his distaste of people. Not when it came to breeding and abusing Touya's mom.

Not when it came to beating and burning Touya, little Shoto.

He couldn't laugh any more, bile bubbling up from an empty, roiling stomach instead. The smell of burning flesh, of intense pain so great before it turned cold and numb. Visits to doctors with medical quirks who were passed fistfulls of money to keep quiet. Little baby Shoto, not even fully reading and writing hiragana or katakana, covered in massive bruises and sobbing on the floor.

Todoroki Enji had control over everything from his fire to his family to his words, but he never bothered with restraint. Always more, always faster, always hotter.

Always Touya taking his ire, to try and spare Shoto and his mom.

If he thought Touya was dead, who would protect his mom and siblings?

He knew he had to go back.

He couldn't.

Go home.

Run away.

Go home.

Run away.

Something wet dripped on Touya. It startled him out of his endless turmoil, the cycle of indecision. Blue eyes blinked, and when Touya touched his face his fingers came away bloody. "Shit," another drop landed on him, and Touya wondered where else he was bleeding from now.

But no, while Touya had been trapped in his own head clouds had moved in. The sun was lower in the sky, painting orange across the distant horizon while dripping clouds puffed up all purple and blue. He had to get under shelter.

But first, Touya braced himself for what he had come here to check. Lifting the lid of 'his' urn, the young man peered inside.

Well. It seemed even in death he had been replaced.

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It seemed that scars made you look untrustworthy, even these days.

Normal people avoided him, at the first glimpse of his charred flesh and grungy appearance. He was covered in filth from living outdoors, begging and dumpster diving for scraps. His previously white shirt was yellow, grey and brown with mostly unknown stains, grey shorts tattered as he'd scavenged and had to tear strips for bandages.

Criminals and lowlifes seemed split between whether his scars meant that he was dangerous, or that he was weak and easy pickings. His fire had scared them off easily enough, but there were a few who had caught him off guard.

Of course, there were nice people on the streets too. Homeless, those down on their luck or kicked out due to their quirks. Or lack of, in quite a few cases. A foreigner named Jane had shared her meager meal with him last week, after he'd scared off some black-tongued addicts trying to steal from her.

It was hard to keep hold of any morals out here. But he wouldn't be like his father, who didn't care which villains died in his arrests. No, 'Dabi' as he went by now would not be a murderer.

Of course, Dabi would be dead soon if he didn't do something. The teen hissed as he pressed at the tattered edge of his scars. The bubble under dead flesh moved slowly, until he was able to extract the pus from the infected area.

The shelters were overcrowded, the hospitals would ask questions he couldn't answer.

But, there was one place he knew of that was always stocked with medical supplies. A hot shower. Washing machines. Food.

Pushing off the wall of the alley, Dabi looked towards the sky. It would be late by the time he reached his old home. That was just fine for him, everyone would be asleep.

He skulked down the streets and alleys, doing his best to act natural, act like he wasn't planning on breaking and entering a 'hero's' home. The sun cast a long shadow, eventually taking most light with it.

In blues and greys, Dabi traveled, staying out of the illumination of street lamps. The night turned cool, causing shivers along what nerves hadn't been burnt out. By now, Dabi was used to moving in the dark. For some reason, he suspected that his eyesight was better at night than it was before his untimely and mysterious 'death.'

Even having left the place two months ago, Dabi would never forget it. Large imposing gates, locked and barred for the night, before a traditional japanese mansion.

But it wasn't his first time sneaking into the place, remembering nighttime escapades with Natsuo whenever he wasn't too injured. The hole was right where it had always been, hiding behind hydrangeas. His malnutrition made it even easier to squeeze through.

As ridiculous as it was, the spare key was where it had always been too, under a false rock by the empty koi pond.

Silently delighting in dirtying Enji's immaculate home, bare toes rubbed on the waxed floorboards as Dabi tried to decide what he wanted to do first.

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Shoto needed to pee.

That was the first and only thought, that led him to carefully crawl out of bed. Rubbing at his eyes, the little boy carefully looked either way down the hall. No one was around, which meant Shoto was free to leave his room.

All the lights were off, his family sound asleep. Oh so quietly, delicately, Shoto tiptoed with the wall to guide him. He couldn't remember who it was who taught him that the floorboards nearest the wall were quietest, but it was good to remember when he didn't want to catch his father's attention.

The bathroom was found without incident, and Shoto silently closed the door behind him before turning on the light. It felt damp in the room, for some reason. Little brows furrowed in confusion, but nature's call was too pressing.

When he stepped onto the stool to wash his hands, Shoto frowned at having to wipe the mirror. Water droplets clung to the smooth surface, and now his hand. Was the mirror sweating?

When he left the bathroom, Shoto left the door open behind him. Maybe the extra air would cool off the mirror.

There was a faint rattle from below, followed by a word he didn't know, and the little boy froze. Was someone awake after all?

His parent's door was closed and dark, so it wasn't his father at least. Peering down, a faint light was visible from the kitchen.

Juggling between just going to bed and investigating, Shoto's curiosity won in the end. Being as quiet as he could, Shoto snuck down the hallway and then carefully felt out the stairs one by one so he wouldn't trip.

Reaching the ground floor, he continued his silent quest. His siblings' rooms were dark and quiet too, but he could hear a quiet rumbling as he passed the laundry room.

No one was supposed to do laundry at nighttime, and Shoto grew worried for whoever it was.

There was something moving around in the kitchen, something big. He could hear the heavy breathing, the crunch of food being bitten into. Was it a villain?

No, villains attacked people. Focusing, Shoto held out his left hand and called up some fire. It burst to life, traveling up his arm and into his hair.

His pajamas were fireproof, but the boy didn't even focus on that. No, instead of that he saw blue eyes flash in the light, heard the clatter of the plate and utensils as whatever was in the kitchen flailed and disappeared.

Again he heard that call. "Fuck!" quiet, fast, and Shoto wasn't even sure if it was a word. Slowly, he circled around to get a better look.

"Hello?" he called in a whisper, and got a response.

"Shh! Shh, shh, shh." Illuminated in his light was a poof of white, retreating away from him backwards. Reflective blue eyes framed by black circles, a large mouth opened with the remains of a sandwich in it swallowed by black.

In his surprise, Shoto lost control and the fire went out. The boy was left blinking in rapid confusion as he tried to adjust to the sudden darkness. "Hello?" Shoto tried again, and got no response.

He didn't dare try his fire again, instead fumbling around in the dark for a bit. Whatever small thing had been making a sandwich in the kitchen must be gone. Shoulders slumping in disappointment, Shoto carefully made his way back to bed.

In the morning, it was a surprise to get some time with his remaining brother. When he mentioned his encounter, the bigger boy frowned. "Are you sure it wasn't a dream?"

"There was a mess in the kitchen." he pointed out. "Bits of bread and lettuce and meat." Natsuo at least seemed to consider this seriously.

"Touya used to say we had racoons and tanuki come in sometimes." His tone held sorrow, and Shoto tucked himself more into his brother's side. Ever since Touya had died four months back, the hole in their family hadn't closed up. "Maybe they're back. What did it look like again?"

Shoto thought back, through the haze of having woken up in the middle of the night. "It was scared of my fire. And was big, had reflective eyes. Lots of black and white, with circles around its eyes."

"Yep, sounds like a raccoon to me."

#bnha fic #a gift!#oneshot #Todofam #Angst To Crack

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bnha-archive · 4 years

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Idk if you do smut, if not then make this h e a v y fluff. Shouji x Reader where Shouji wants to take his relationship with the reader a step further but doesn't want to scare her? Thanks!

oh ho ho~ :3 All characters are 18+, Don’t like, don’t read.

Enjoy

It’s the lingering touches that make you notice. Mezo’s fingertips grazing your lower back, neck, and cheeks in passing have been putting you on… edge. That is to say, he barely has to touch you to make your mind start racing and heart pounding painfully. The amount of power he has over you is startling.

At first, you think all this is innocent. You’re just the one with the perverted mind,Mezo could never. He’s so collected and calm.

But as the touches continued, you noticed the gazes along with them. He may wear a mask but that doesn’t mean you can’t read his expression. You catch his eye as he places a hand on the back of your neck, rubbing smooth and gently circles there. “You look tense.” He would say, then move away like he didn’t just make you choke on air.

Those looks he gives you is unmistakable… You can see the way his eyes tilt up in the corner and the glitter in them as he takes in your flustered state. He knows exactly what he’s doing. The absolute bastard.

You finally manage to corner him after patrol, the two of you heading back to your respective apartments. Thank god you’re his neighbor or else this would never work.

Shoji unlocks his front door and turns to wish you goodnight, only to find you staring him down. “What is it?” He turns the doorknob—and you pounce. You push him inside, slamming the door shut with your foot. The apartment is blanketed in darkness—the only light coming from the crack beneath the door.

Now, you’re not an especially tall person. Hell, Shoji is hitting 6’4”, a good 2 inches taller than he was in high school—but that doesn’t mean you can’t try to kabe-don him. Your hand slams itself next to his hip while the other finds the side of his neck. You press into him, your gaze never leaving his face.

“Do you know what you do to me, Mezo?

“I…”

“You drive me crazy. Distracting me at work is the worst of all. How can I focus on my job if your hands are all I can think about?” You take his hands and place them on your hips. His hands skim the fabric of your jeans, tentative to touch you.

“I drive you crazy?” Mezo hands finally find purchase on your hips, and he pulls you even closer. You can feel his breath through the mask, hot. “Just being in the same room as you… I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve had to ask someone what happened at a meeting. This?” He gestures to you and then to himself, “I’ve never felt this… You… you’re the first. But if you don’t want that—it’s ok. I can live with just sex.”

Your breath catches in your throat. You’d never expected this. Are you sexually attracted him? Yes. Are you romantically attracted him? Also, yes, but you’ve never spent much time considering this part of your relationship. But Shoji’s feelings are more than the ‘tear your clothes off’ kind. More like, ‘let me carefully take your clothes off, so I can make love to you then cuddle with you’ kind.

And well, you’re not going to spurn that. Not in a million years. You intertwine your fingers with his and gently tug to get him to bend down to your level. You lean up, chin tilting as you press your lips against his mask just to the right of where his lips should be. His left hand disentangles itself from yours, and he pulls the mask down to kiss you properly. In the darkness, you can barely make out his profile. His mouth is wide and his lips are soft as he kisses you.

He kisses like you are the only thing keeping him alive, stealing the oxygen from your lungs. His arms cage you in holding you prisoner not that you would want to escape. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back with all the force you can muster. You want to tell him how long you’ve been thinking about him.

But all those thoughts flee when he presses the bulge in his pants against your thigh.

And from the feel of him, it’s on the larger side. The thought of it causes your head to fall back, parting your lips to allow a groan of want to escape. Shoji allows a sigh to escape him, his hot breath fanning across your neck before feeling something warm and wet trailing its way over your shoulder.

“Me-Mezo I—ah!”

He bites down, gently but with enough force for your words to trip over themselves. The noises coming from your throat only fuel him. You feel two more hands find your ass and squeeze as the other two hold you in place—practically crushed against his chest. The second pair of hands travel down to your upper thighs and with laughable ease, you’re lifted. Instinctively you wrap your legs around his hips, pressing the crux of your thighs against his straining erection.

Oh Jesus, does that friction feel good. You rub against him, the sensation against your clothed clit sending small ripples of pleasure straight to your core. “Mezo—are, are you planning on fucking me in the—ah, hallway?” Trying to find words in your befuddled lusty state did not come easily.

You feel him grin against your skin. “I was thinking about it… But I wouldn’t be able to go all out.” A decision made, he pushes off the wall and carries you (still around his waist) to his bedroom where he promptly places you down on the futon before starting to strip. He flicks on a light in the corner, throwing shadows on the wall as your own clothes quickly join his on the floor.

Despite your hormone-addled state, you couldn’t help but be A little intimidated by the sheer image of him. Standing there 6’4”, naked and with an almost painful erection, which you want nothing more than to alleviate. You are lying if the sight of him in this state didn’t turn you on but damn if it didn’t make you feel small in comparison.

And then you couldn’t think about the size difference anymore because he was on top of you in another moment. You’re splayed on your back as he cages you in his arms once again leaning his head down to kiss you once more. You could feel his hardness pressing into your inner thigh and you push your hips upward to tell him silently what you want.

He ignores it and sweeps his tongue along your own, causing you to part your lips further. He shoves his tongue into your mouth, and you whine at the sensation—not only is his mouth bigger than yours, so is his tongue. It practically takes up the rest of the space and you close your mouth around it. Hot, wet and oh so tantalizing. Sucking on his tongue roughly and another lovely noise escapes his throat at the sensation.

He pulls back to look at you, his cheeks flushed, his lips wet, and a bit of drool running down his chin. “Is it alright if… if I use my quirk? On you?”

The yes came out of your mouth so fast you didn’t register the sound of the words. All you see if his lips splitting into a shiny, and remarkably pointy smile.

You feel something hot and wet poking at your slick folds—but how? He’s kissing you right now—OH. “Ohhh.” A large wet tongue licks carefully around your labia. Spreading your slick and thoroughly dampening your vulva. But he actively avoids giving you any type of stimulation. “Mezo! Don’t ah ah tease me!”

“But it’s so much fun…”

You feel the second tongue slide inside you. You buck your hips at the sensation, but Shoji’s strong arms hold you down as he tongue fucks you. You can’t keep quiet; your right-hand comes up to cover your mouth but Shoji swats it away. “Try to quiet yourself again and I’ll pin your arms above your head.”

You’re tempted. But the delicious feeling between your legs keeps you from forming any type of coherent thought. The exaggerated slurping and licking fill your ears and it only serves to make you squirm harder. Your thighs squeeze around the mouth as the tongue finds itself rubbing against your G-spot.

You can feel your muscles tense, legs locking as your hands fist the sheets beneath. Your mouth goes slack as your eyes roll back into your skull.

“Something wrong? You look like you’re close? Well, are you?” Mezo leans down to speak into your ear, the tongue suddenly working double-time.

“I-I need! Please. Please. Please!” You’re mumbling his name and pleading with him. You can feel the knot in your stomach pulling tighter every second.

God you’re so close.

The tongue swells in size, becoming stiff with thick ridges stretching you and you gasp at the sensation as what is now his cock fills you. It’s too good. Too perfect.

“Cum for me…”

And you do—screwing up your eyes as your body convulse and shake as your orgasm shoots through your veins. Just like that, it’s over and your body relaxes… or tries to. The rock-hard cock inside you twitches. A shift of your hips pulls a whine from your throat as the sensitive walls flutter around Shoji’s length. He chokes back his own moan at the sensation.

Your eyes meet and Mezo leans down and kisses you again, softly. He smooths your hair back and peppers kisses across your flushed skin. His real tongue licks the shell of your ear. “I hope you have another round in you because I’m just getting started, darling.”

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gfpt-comic · 3 years

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So. Here goes nothing... (1/?)

(Major spoilers for the comic, but since it won’t update anymore (besides PERHAPS some random comic strips/excerpts without context every now and then, but don’t count on it), I guess it doesn’t matter.)

If you read my answer to the ask posted earlier, you probably know what this post is about. I’ll make a list of every important point I wanted to tackle in the comic, in multiple sections. Be prepared for the long post that awaits you below the cut.

Summary of what was left of Chapter 2

Following their first appearance at the beginning of the chapter, Lolph and Dundgren try to question Blendin, who is staying at a hospital and is still under intense care. They discuss what exactly happened to Blendin in the first place: he was assigned what was supposed to be a routine mission to solve a minor time anomaly in the 21st century, but his time machine exploded when he tried to operate it and he was gravely injured. Dundgren mentions that any normal time device should hardly cause this much damage when malfunctioning, suggesting that Blendin’s level of incompetence is so incredibly high, it somehow managed to make something that shouldn’t be able to explode blow up in his face. On the other hand, Lolph starts to wonder if, exactly because it should be impossible, the accident may have had a reason other than just Blendin’s incompetence. Unfortunately, the accident had consequences so grave on Blendin’s physical health, it seemingly also took a toll on his sanity and questioning him only leaves them with esoteric sentences of dubious credibility.

Blendin: “This is very nice of you… to visit me. There isn’t much time left. I was starting to feel alone, before everything disappears.” Blendin: “Time Baby will succeed… He will free us from this time.”

July 13, 2012 again: back in the gift shop of the Mystery Shack, Wendy and Soos have captured Bill and tied him up to a chair. Wendy starts interrogating him, asking him who or what he is-- throwing in her multiple guesses: the Shapeshifter she defeated with Dipper in the bunker, a paper clone... She doesn’t suspect demon possession or a switch-because-of-the-carpet scenario, however. Bill just keeps trying to break free with little success, without answering; and soon, Stan interrupts them when he enters the gift shop as well, followed by the dozen of tourists he took during his latest tour. Wendy and Soos manage to evade Stan’s obvious questions by pretending they were making a new attraction.

Back in Mabel’s Dreamscape, Mabel encourages Dipper to have some fun with Bill’s powers, but he is scared of messing up because of just how powerful he is; having seen Bill’s powers both in the Mindscape/Dreamscape and in Weirdmageddon when he witnessed the alternate timelines, Dipper knows just how far those powers can go and he isn’t sure he can control them. Still, after some teasing Mabel starts a snowball fight with the surrounding ice cream, and gradually the twins have more and more fun starting with the ice cream, then with the tricks Dipper starts to use. When they take a break, Mabel points out that nothing bad happened, and Dipper grows a bit more confident that he can use Bill’s powers in a way that isn’t dangerous.

Dipper: “I guess it’s easy to do exactly what you want when it literally happens in your mind... Huh.”

Dipper notices it’s almost noon, and Mabel remembers that she was supposed to meet William at Greasy’s Diner for lunch. Mabel is unseasy upon thinking of talking to him again after what happened the day before, and Dipper confirms by showing William’s current whereabouts through a peephole that William seems about as worried as she is. Mabel takes a deep breath, makes sure that she will be able to see Dipper whenever she needs (during the night for sure, perhaps earlier if she asks for it). Still, just before Dipper wakes her up... She has a favor to ask him.

Mabel: “Now that you can do lots of magic stuff and all... Could you do something for me?”

Back in the gift shop, the tourists have left and Bill was untied due to Stan’s confusion over the situation. However, he is forced to stay inside and is stuck sitting by Wendy’s side behind the cashier desk. When Mabel goes through the gift shop to go to the Diner, everyone notices that she made a new sweater -- one with a pine tree symbol on it, no less. Bill is enraged but can’t stop her from leaving.

William has his first face reveal. He is a blonde 13-year-old, and is already waiting worriedly at Greasy’s Diner when Mabel arrives. He immediately apologizes for what happened on the day before.

William: “About yesterday, I... I’m sorry I said your brother was a bad influence. That was uncalled for.”

Mabel: “Yes. Yes it was.”

William is genuinely apologetic, but soon it is revealed that the reason why he thought Dipper and the Mystery Shack were a bad influence was because he doesn’t believe at all in the supernatural. Even if Mabel told him about her adventures, he assumed they were just stories she made up while playing in the Mystery Shack’s museum and never believed them to be true. Mabel tries to convince him by showing him some episodes of Dipper’s “Guide to the Unexplained” -- a series of videos he used to make and post online at the beginning of their summer break upon arriving in Gravity Falls, but stopped making altogether after Summerween. Sadly, the episodes made up until then did not revolve around exceptionally weird anomalies, and aren’t enough to convince William. The only thing William admits to being strange is the fact that every inhabitant of Gravity Falls is “out of their minds.”

Exasperated by William’s absurdly high levels of skepticism, Mabel eventually dares him to go on a forest expedition with her, Candy and Grenda on the next day, just so they can show him pretty much anything in the forest that is out of the ordinary. William strongly refuses and tries to dissuade her to go into the forest at all; he has been personally forbidden by his mother from going anywhere near the forest, and he has also read on the local news that there is currently a predator of unknown origin or species on the loose, which has been notably attacking sheep from the nearby farm. Mabel teases him about the fact that he believes that this creature is real, and suggests that it might be a werewolf for example; but William doesn’t take her seriously, especially because the creature is supposed to fly.

And... This is the part where my script starts getting wonky. I’ve been trying to fill the holes, but sadly it’s proven to be quite difficult, especially now that I know I won’t be drawing it in comic form anyway. Still, the main plot should be precise enough! The holes are mainly just “there should be some filler and/or foreshadowing to what’s coming here”, with little more than just prompts for what could be happening.

Back in the Mystery Shack’s gift shop, Wendy tries to sneakily question Bill, but when Stan asks them where Mabel went and Bill tells him she skipped her restocking duty so she could spend time with William at the Diner, Stan asks him to get her back. Bill happily takes this opportunity to slip out of the Mystery Shack, and have an excuse to bother Mabel at the same time.

Eventually, William is obligated to accept Mabel’s terms and intends on coming so he can at least make sure that the girls won’t put themselves in danger upon visiting the forest on their own.

Bill arrives at the Diner. William, thinking he is meeting Dipper again, tries to make amends for the things he said the previous day and says that he earnestly thinks they can start again on the right foot; Bill sadistically mocks him instead, all the while pretending to be Dipper, just so he can ruin Mabel’s hopes of reconciling William and Dipper. Bill finishes Mabel by forcing her to leave, saying that Stan expects her to work at the gift shop like she was supposed to since the beginning.

Mabel gone, William and Bill start to have a tense conversation; well, tense on William’s part, while Bill is mostly just having a blast driving William mad. The old fanfic that was the first “draft” version of the story has this chapter, which gathers most of the jokes I intended to keep, and at least some of the plot points. I’ll put a warning for awkward English, though. Oh and also, apparently in the old version it was July 3rd and not July 13th, so in the comic the “tomorrow is July 4th so the forest trip can’t happen anyway” excuse wouldn’t work.

About the Quetzalcoatlus thing: here, have some fun dinosaur size comparisons & history following my latest research on what the pterodactyl from S1E18: Land Before Swine.

William: “And how would you even know all that?”

Bill: “Because I ate Leonardo da Vinci.”

William: “. . .”

William: “… It must have been some VERY cryptic way for you to say that it was one of those conspiracy things mentioned in the old book supposedly written by a genius that you keep reading passionately every day. Right?”

Bill: “Oh, so your brain CAN work sometimes!”

Bill gets bit by a soothquito. His bite marks spell “FHOASE CORECULLY“

Upon leaving the Diner, they both see someone being kidnapped by a member of the Blindeye Society. William insists they immediately go warn the police, but Blubs and Durland prove to be ineffective as ever. Bill slips in one or two facts about the secret society, but William dismisses them completely as other random insane things Bill just happens to say all the time for trolling purposes.

Mabel is back in the Mystery Shack and starts her restocking duty, but her mind is clearly elsewhere. She starts mumbling to herself, but is interrupted by the decapitated head of Larry King who just happened to be in the vents nearby. Mabel isn’t surprised at all to see he survived, and when Larry King starts "interviewing” her about the issues she was mumbling about, she complies. Some time later, while Soos is cleaning up the floor, he overhears Mabel complaining about Bill being a jerk on purpose and making Dipper seem like a terrible person, and ends up hearing pretty much the whole story that way, without Mabel knowing. Soos proceeds to tell Wendy what he heard, helping them putting two and two together-- all the while understanding why Mabel didn’t warn them, and why they should stay silent as well. They decide not to tell Mabel they know her secret; but when Bill comes back later, just as Wendy’s shift was about to end, she has just one thing to tell him:

Wendy: “Tomorrow 6PM. My place.”

Night time; Bill is annoyed, but not very surprised by the fact that Soos is sleeping with him for the night, in the room on the ground floor where Dipper had relocated. Bill is at least glad he no longer has to pretend to be Dipper around Wendy and him.

Soos proceeds to ask Bill what his intentions were; not just in the present times now that the switch occurred, but also before it.

Soos: “So you really are that triangle guy from two weeks ago?”

Soos: “Now that I'm thinking about it… A lot of things happened two weeks ago. That's when it began to get all wrong. Well, it was already wrong before that, but… That's really when you came that everything started to get all weird and… bad.“

Soos: “It all started because of that Summerween night. What did you want with us?”

Soos: “Why did you tell Dipper that Gideon summoned you?”

Bill: “It was just a job. Jobs are boring. There’s no fun in it if nobody’s trying to stop you.”

Bill: “Oh, and you wanna know the best part? If you’d taken Shooting Star along with you instead of going just the two of you, perhaps you would’ve had an opportunity to beat me.”

Soos: What did you do with Gideon two weeks ago? Dipper and I knew it wasn’t a coincidence that those government guys showed up just the next day.

Bill: “Something that neither Pine Tree nor I want anybody to find out, I bet. Also if I were to tell you, you'd either faint or spend the next fourteen hours trying to explain it all to Red. Funny, but not worth it.”

Soos is disturbed by Bill’s attitude, because of course he tries to both troll and traumatize at once, and given how Soos was already terrified of Bill because of the Summerween night (”I’ve had nightmares for weeks!” from an earlier comic page), it doesn’t help. Soos tries to ask Bill about the deal he made with Gideon -- more specifically, he asks what Bill wanted in return for stealing the code from Stan’s mind. However, Bill doesn’t answer and instead opens the bedroom door to reveal that Mabel was trying to eavesdrop.

Mabel was mostly there to make sure that everything was alright, and deduces that Bill hadn't slept at all during the first night and that he intends to never sleep at all, even after she tells him that humans need sleep to survive. Thankfully she came prepared with a “surprise gift from Candy and Grenda”, and sprays Bill with Fairy Dust.

Mabel: “There’s probably enough in that bag to knock out a gremloblin in an instant, so I think he’s good for the night. :p”

Once Bill is asleep, Dipper takes this chance to come to his Dreamscape and talk to him one-on-one; and, he is not happy at how Bill treated Mabel so far. Still, after a certain point the conversation gets to a more pressing topic.

Bill: “You saw it happen, didn’t you?”

Bill: “Weirdmageddon. You saw it, right?”

Dipper: “. . .”

Bill: “Oh-ho, even better! There’s a timeline in which YOU make it happen, isn’t there?”

Dipper: “That’s not gonna happen.”

Bill: “Look kid, take it from me. The more you try to actively prevent a specific outcome, the more likely you usually make it happen.”

Dipper: “You can’t make something happen if you specifically stop everything that can lead to it from happening first.”

Dipper: “Even if it includes lying to Mabel… I saw it. If she learns there’s a way to get me a physical form, she’ll try anything to make it happen and disregard the consequences. I bet she trusts me to keep things under control, but everything else? There’s just... There’s too many variables. We can’t let her know anything about the portal. Or Weirdmageddon.”

Bill: “Well, that doesn’t change anything from my original plan anyway.”

Bill: “So you’re just gonna stay in the Nightmare Realm forever, is that it?”

Dipper: “That’s not much of a plan so far, but that’s still an effective way to save the world.”

Bill: “Don’t mess with me. You DO know that if you don’t make your way to another dimension eventually, you’re just going to die, right?”

Dipper: “... W-what are you talking about?”

Bill: “Wait. You REALLY didn’t figure that out yet?”

Bill: “The Nightmare Realm is unstable. It’s just gonna collapse one of these days, destroy everything in it. Could be in a billion years. Could be tomorrow.”

After leaving Bill’s Dreamscape, Dipper decides to visit Wendy’s and tell her everything. He confirms her doubts, tells her the whole story with the carpet... And he tells her about Weirdmageddon and what Bill just told him about the Nightmare Realm.

Dipper: “I mean, it’s better this way for everyone, and of course I’m not gonna go with Bill’s original plan to destroy the laws of physics or whatever, but… I-I just don’t wanna die, you know?”

Wendy: “Don’t worry. We’ll find a way.”

> Summary of chapters 3 and 4

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Trapped- Campbell Eliot Imagine

Campbell Eliot x Reader

Warnings: Explicit language. Dark!Campbell (obviously)

Disclaimers: This isn’t a light character and this isn’t a light relationship or situation. This is dark and violent so please read with care if abusive situations aren’t your jam!

Word Count: 3,914 words

Summary: Campbell Eliot is your bestfriend’s, Sam, brother. He’s a disturbed individual who doesn’t feel emotions like the rest of you do. His gaze and heart are dark and sadistic and yet- you’re drawn to him. So when he comes looking for Elle and no one gives her up, he offers another aleternative; he’ll take you instead. But he’ll only keep you for a limited amount of time. If by the end of that time you still want to leave him, he’ll let you and Elle go-- definitively. If not, you’re his. Should be easy right?

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(Gif is not mine!)

You lick your lips, flipping through another page of the book, eyes intensely seeking out every word, soaking every syllable in your head.

This was you third time reading Jane Eyre, but each time it just got better.

You’re so immersed in the fictional world of the young woman, in fact, that you don’t notice when someone comes in until he speaks- voice gruff and bemused.

“Good book?”

You jolt off the couch, heart instantly clenching in shock as your gaze flickers to person which has spoken.

“Campbell,” his names leaves your mouth in a barely-registered, unintentionally breathless mumble.

He grins at you. “Did I scare you, doll?”

You swallow, avoiding eye contact. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Shrugging, he steps closer to you. “As happy as I am to see you, I’m here for Allie and Will. They’ve got something that belongs to me.” He motions loosely around you. “You wouldn’t happen to know where they are would you?”

You shake your head. “And even if I did why the hell do you think I’d tell you?”

He pauses suddenly, face falling and the move is so startling, your heart does too.

He stares you down as he steps closer. You refuse to move or maybe you just can’t- his gaze paralyzing you entirely.

It isn’t until he’s a mere foot away from you, scanning you from head to toe pensively, that he finally speaks.

“You’re too fuckin pretty and smart to be aiming this low, Y/n. Always were.”

You scoff at him. “And according to you what the hell is so low that I’m aiming at?”

“This. This house, these people. You don’t belong here.”

You laugh wryly, shaking your head. “And what the hell would you know about belonging Campbell? All your life, all you’ve done is not fit in. You try- you hang out with the cool kids but even you can’t make yourself believe that you actually feel good with them. That you actually fit in.”

He clenches his jaw, clearly on the verge of snapping, before a small ominous smirk grows on his face. “Yeah. You’re right, dollface. But at least I’m actually going for the people that matter. Allie and her pathetic little crew won’t stay in power of this town for much longer and then you’ll be on the losing side.”

You smirk. “We’ll see about that.”

At the smugness in your face, something suddenly snaps in him and he laughs.

“You’re so fucking lost. I’m willing to show you the way though, Y/n.” He tilts his head mocking, eyes scanning you from head to toe with a malicious glint in those mysterious eyes.

You swallow your fear. “Yeah? And how’s that?”

“If you open those long legs of yours for me, I’d be more than willing, dollface.” He licks his lip mockingly.

You’re sure he doesn’t actually mean it; Campbell is always playing games and this is another one of his sick manipulations to get you riled up.

And it’s working.

You first your hand, raising your arm in a flash, ready to punch the living daylights out of him, but he catches his arm just before your fist connects with his annoyingly sharp jaw.

He yanks your closer to him, clicking his tongue with pretend disapproval. “Now, Y/n, that’s not a very nice thing to do to a guest, is it?”

“Listen, I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but I’m not your fucking toy, Campbell,” you hiss at him, despretely trying to tug your arm from his painfully tight grasp, fighting the panic rising in you at your vital mistake.

No one else was at home and they wouldn’t be for a while. It was just you and him— no one was here to save you if he decided to do something.

Truth be told, he terrified you. But that didn’t mean you’d let him know that. You knew the sick motherfucker got off on that shit, and you weren’t going to become just another helpless victim trapped beneath his sharp claws.

Not you.

At your venomous response, Campbell simply raises a dark brow at you, scanning you from head to toe with decisive carelessness and a cold indifference that made you feel like a minuscule bug beneath his shoe.

That was one of the things with Campbell- he had a way of making people feel like worthless little things. Especially in comparison to him. It was this effect that made you detest him even more than usual. He wasn’t just a jerk, he was manipulative in the worst way possible because he didn’t only manipulate you for his own benefit, but against your own. He made you hate yourself so much you’d have no choice but to comply with him.

And you weren’t immune to it, no matter how much you tried to deny it.

And yeah, sure- physically speaking, Campbell Eliot could more than easily overpower you. No doubt.

He was taller, towering over you like a damn mountain. And he was clearly stronger- the lean muscles that flexed beneath his shirt anytime he took a menacing step toward you were enough evidence.

But somehow you knew it was stripping your mind of its power that he really enjoyed. Being able to trap you in your own fucking body- that’s the real power trip he craved.

He raises his hand, fingertips softly brushing a few strands of hair away from your face as you stubbornly stare him down.

The touch is shocking in its contrast to the death grip he has on your arm and it nearly makes you whimper.

He curls his hand over your jaw, placing his thumb under your chin, fingertips softly brushing against your neck.

You watch him so closely that your heart nearly drops when he suddenly twitches- it’s very small, but seeing as you’re quite literally holding your breath for his next move, you catch it- and it’s as his hand sweeps lightly over your neck...over your throat.

You watch his face closely. His lips part, his breath hitches and his eyes darken even more beneath the dim light of your living room.

He catches himself quickly, though. So quickly in fact, you’re sure if it weren’t for the fact that he were so close and you were so fucking scared of him, you wouldn’t have even noticed.

But you did. And a chill runs up your spine when you think about what he must’ve been thinking in that messed up head of his.

This fear grows when he uses his thumb to force you to look up at him, leaving your jugular totally exposed and vulnerable to those big hands.

“Oh, dollface, but you are,” he responds with sardonic sympathy. “You all are. Now, tell me where they are.”

Your breath hitches when he abruptly digs his fingers into the skin of your arm, sinking his claws into you.

Tears prickle your eyes at the sudden and sharp pain. You try to blink them away and hold back the tiny sobs threatening to exit your slightly dry lips, but a few of both escape anyway and you hate yourself for being so damn weak in front of him.

That is why, to reserve your dignity (or what’s left of it anyway), you don’t dare back down, looking at him dead in the eye and gritting your teeth as you lean in.

You wait for him to expect something of you and then you talk.

“Fuck. You,” you grit out with biting anger.

He smiles in a sickengly smug way, dark eyes practically drinking in the sight of you twisting in pain beneath his touch, of the humiliation embedded deep beneath that fake bravado of yours.

And as much as you hated admitting it, despite it all, there was such beauty in that gaze, such intriguing depth.

God, if it weren’t for the fact that you could see the sadistic joy -far darker than you had initially thought- clearly swimming in them as well, you could’ve confused him for handsome. If for a mere second.

If for a mere second, you could make out a striking resemblance between him and Dorian Gray in the infamous painting- the version before he turned into a monster that is.

His face was structured in that same classical beauty kind of way- high cheekbones, sharp jaw, bold brows, delicate pink lips, and a thick set of long lashes encasing a pair of piercing blue eyes.

But seconds go by and that mere second sure as hell did.

And all it gives way to is the pain you’re currently feeling and the perpetrator behind it. His beauty is dangerous. It’s deceiving to what truly hides beneath it. The ugliness simmering beneath, just waiting for something to snap from within to explode and take with it everything in its path.

He leans into you all of a sudden, making your heart jump all the way to you throat at the abruptness of the movement.

Not go mention; you’re fucking trapped between him and the wall now.

You catch a whiff of his cologne- a subtle but manly scent and the musk of his sweat and it makes your head spin. That along with the bitterness of the situation you’re in, nearly makes you faint with fucking desperation.

A trapped animal. That’s what he was minimizing you to. A fucking animal.

You swallow past the lump in your throat, hard. Licking your dry lips, you anticipate with almost overwhelming anxiety his next move.

His gaze flickers down to your lips as he laughs softly.

The warmth of his breath as it brushes against your face sends another chill down your spine and you can’t quite decipher if it’s because you’re shitting your pants or because he’s abandoned his indifference and is now looking at you like you’re his next prey and he can’t wait to chase you down and devour you.

His thumb softly caresses your chin, fingers moving into your hair. Your lips part at the delicious sensation and despite yourself, you lean into his touch.

“Careful what you go wishing for there, Y/n. Might just come true,” he warns mockingly, his whispers hoarse. His gaze sweeps over you- shameless as ever.

He made you feel invaded in your own body, the way he looked at you. His gaze and the liberties he took with them as he roamed your body and face made you feel like you were mistaken and actually his to look at. Like you were his to undress with his eyes.

It was a strange feeling to have him close after watching him from afar for years. Even as Sam’s best friend, you’d only ever talked to him twice before in the past.

Both were calling him out on treating Sam like trash.

To which he’d only laughed and walked away as if you were but a pesky little thing. After that, you had made it a point to stay away from Campbell. He was intimidating even in his nonchalant disregard.

But now, after what has happened, after almost everyone in your town had disappeared- he was making you question everything you believe in. And he seemed to be targeting you rather than just shake you off.

The fucker.

You suddenly can’t breathe, your heart beating so fast, you feel feel fucking dizzy with all the adrenaline it’s pumping through your veins.

You inhale shakily, trying to keep your fitting in this slippery slope of a situation you’d gotten yourself into.

“Let me fucking go, Campbell. I already told you I don’t know where they are,” you say- tone far too soft to be anything even remotely close to imposing.

He clicks his tongue at you mockingly and when you feel him tangle his fingers into your hair, wrapping the strands around his hand, you know something bad was going to happen.

Suddenly, he yanks your head back. The searing, burning pain coming from your scalp was unexpected and lethal and you cant help but let a loud yelp escape your lips.

“I’ll let you go when I fucking feel like it, you got me? I still don’t think any of you fucking understand, so let me make it crystal clear,” he snarls, forcing you to look him in the eye.

They’re stone cold, emotionless, the only emotion he had -sadistic joy- is gone and in its place there’s only searing, voidful, palpable anger.

“Everyone in this fucking town is scared of me.” He briskly releases you, knocking you back into the wall as he takes a few steps away from you. “And it’s for good reason.”

With a tiny grunt, you glare up at him. “Asshole,” you mutter.

He ignores your petty little insult, scoffing down at you like you’re a worthless piece of shit.

“Even you.”

You scowl. “Well I don’t know about everyone else but I, for one, am not afraid of you, Campbell.”

His lips curl upwards as he stares at you with a bemused look on his infuriatingly attractive face. “Sure you fucking aren’t. You know,” he clicks his tongue. “I always found it strange that even when you and Sam were attached at the hip, you never tried to get even remotely close to me. I mean aside to give me shit about the way I chose to treat Sam.”

He suddenly grows serious, a predatory look instantly growing on his face. Then he clenches his fists so tight, his knuckles turn paper white.

“Oh, the things I could do to you,” he mumbles, eyes zeroing in on your chest and then your neck. He drags his tongue over his thin upper lip, eyes flickering back up to you.

If that asshole knew how bothered his eyes on you made you feel, he ignored it. Or perhaps he enjoyed watching you squirm. Probably the latter.

They’re so dark now, that under this lighting- they almost look black. Far from his natural pools of blue and strikingly menacing.

His silver earring glimmers dangerously under the light and then you catch a glimpse of something else in his hand as he holds it up to the light.

Your blood runs cold when you realize it’s a blade.

He casually plays around with it, twirling around his hand with ease.

“You wouldn’t just be afraid...” he closes his eyes for a second, as if imagining it in his mind. A sick, perverted smirk instantly curls his lips and his cold gaze pins yours down once more when he releases a tiny hum.

“You’d be begging me to hurt you some more. Hell you’d get on your fucking knees and ask me to like the nice little girl you make everyone think you are.”

Your chest rises but doesn’t fall as you hold your breath. You’re trembling at this point, but you hope to god he doesn’t fucking notice.

“You’re sick,” you whisper roughly, eyeing him cautiously.

He shrugs nonchalantly, fingers running the knife some fucking idiot had left lying around.

“Maybe. But at least I’m not weak.” He looks at you pointedly. “At least I know how to take care of the things that belong to me.”

You huff, swallowing down your fear and letting your mouth run. “See, that’s the fucking problem with you Campbell. You think you’re entitled to owning people. But I’m not going to let you manipulate me.”

He raises a brow. “Oh, trust me, Y/n. Right now, with you- this is as real as I get. If I was manipulating you, you wouldn’t know it.”

Despite how much his words chill you to the bone, and your strangely strong urge to ask a whole bunch of questions, you merely chuckle sarcastically at him, putting on a brave face.

“Fortunately, that’s never going to happen.” You smile before quickly letting it drop. “Now if you’re done, get the fuck out.”

He sighs with fake defeat, putting the knife down casually.

“Fine. I’ll go.” You don’t budge, refusing to drop your guard at his words.

He smiles and even though you know that it’s not real- for a split-second you forget who he is because of how damn charming it is.

“Tell your friends I was here, will you doll?”

You almost let out a sigh of relief when he spins on his heels and begins to walk away but that gets trapped in your windpipe when suddenly pauses near the doorway, glancing at you over his shoulder.

“You know, it’s a shame.”

“What is?” You snap.

“That we hadn’t talked like this earlier.” He grins darkly. “I actually kinda enjoyed this little convo of ours.”

And with that he walks out, slamming the door shut.

Once you’re sure he’s gone, you release a huge breath, falling against the wall.

Your arm was throbbing aggressively and so was your scalp, your chest aches with pent-up anxiety.

And yet....

And yet all you can really think about is those eyes. That smirk.

The darkness inside of him wasn’t entirely empty, you conclude the more you thought about the genuine joy he had as he saw you in pain.

It was fucked up for obvious reasons, but you couldn’t help but think that what he held in that gaze was far more than that emotionless exterior he showed everyone. It was darkness nonetheless, but it wasn’t entirely devoid of all emotion.

Everyone said he didn’t feel like the rest of you did. But he felt something didn’t he?

There was something almost mesmerizing about figuring out what he was thinking. What he was feeling. About what made him tick.

It was crazy, but he’d always seemed like a sad person to you. Even underneath all that hard skin he’d built over the years, underneath that emotionless existence he’d been living, he seemed sad.

He scared you so much, it was practically impossible for you to comprehend why he also intrigued you just as much- if not more.

His darkness was as terrifying and unpredictable as it was alluring to you.

You sigh a little, glancing the already-forming bruises marring the skin of your arm. They were dark imprints of where he’d sunk his fingers into you.

You shiver just thinking about his hands on your skin.

You can never forget how dangerous he is.

Because if you do, you could find yourself trapped under his claws.

You tug on your long-sleeve subconciously, looking at Allie with furrowed brows.

“He said he was looking for you guys.”

Will shares a look with the blonde girl before looking back at you. “Did he specify why?”

You shrug. “No. Just said he needed to talk with you because you had something that belonged to him.”

Pursing her lips, Allie sighs. “We’re sorry for leaving you alone, Y/n. We should’ve had someone from the guard here. But he didn’t like-” she hesitates, watching you closely. “He didn’t hurt you or anything, did he?”

You look down, tugging even more at the sleeves and shake your head. “No.”

Allie had enough on her plate as is, you didn’t want to add another thing to it and be a bother.

She nods and sends you a look, fairly enough not looking convinced at all by your meek firmness.

“Well-” just as she begins to speak, a loud knock at the door abruptly cuts her off.

All three of you share a look this time, and you swallow harshly, heart racing. “Campbell?” you mumble with dread.

Allie motions to Grizz to check who it is. He nods, prying the front door open only slightly.

“What do you want Campbell?” He spits.

The small, indifferent, mocking, cold laugh he gives as a response floats in from the other side of the door and sends a shiver down your spine.

“I need to talk to Allie,” he says simply.

Grizz goes to protest coldly, but Allie shakes her head at him, motioning for Campbell to come in. Grizz clenches his jaw, but complies, stepping aside for him to step in.

Campbell smirks sumgly, leering down at Grizz -who looks just about ready to explode- as he passes by him.

Then his gaze shifts to you as you stare at him and he grins brightly. You instantly look away, scrutinizing your hands.

Your spine goes rod straight as his footsteps near the kitchen, where you currently sat on a stool by the counter.

“What the hell do you want Campbell?” Allie raises a brow at him.

He slightly glances at you before smirking up at her.

“Elle. Where is she?”

Allie shakes her head. “She’s not your property Campbell. And you can’t just barge in here like that.”

His smirk drops and he glowers at her. “Give her to me or I swear to God-”

“Or what?” Will interrupts. “What will you do?”

Campbell refuses to back down. “Or I will come over to your house every fucking night and make your life miserable until you do.”

Allie heaves a heavy sigh. “Campbell-”

“Unless...” he softly sing-songs.

Everyone pauses, staring at him.

And when his gaze gently glides over to you, you know what he wants before he even says it.

“Unless?” Will murmurs.

Campbell bites his lip delightfully, gaze never leaving you. “Unless you give me her instead.”

All at once, everyone around you protests.

“What are you crazy?!”

Campbell shrugs, mumbling beneath his breath . “A little.”

The outrage continues. “No fucking way we’re doing that.”

“Listen,” Campbell shushes them. “The way I see it is; this town is fucking sick and tired of you Allie. So I really doubt they’ll have a problem helping me make all your lives a living hell. Now, I can take Elle and keep her because she’s mine. Or I can take sweet little Y/n here and return her after I’m done with her. That is; if she even wants to come back after I’m done with her.”

None of them even consider his offer. They start protesting again against him.

You just sit there, staring off blankly. And when you finally speak up. moments later, everyone falls silent.

“I’ll go with you,” you whisper.

“W-what?” Allies sputters. “Y/n, no.”

You look at her. “Allie, this is my choice, okay?”

She purses her lips in a silent reprimand.

Campbell snorts at your words as you look up at him. “But you have to give me back after a month.”

“Two.”

“One and a half.”

“Deal.” He smirks with satisfaction.

He looks at Allie pointedly. “Deal?”

The blonde glances at Will, Grizz and finally you. It’s clear she hates this; they all do.

You take a deep breath, getting off the stool. You walk towards her, taking her hands in yours.

“Allie please,” you murmur. “Elle has been beaten down enough by him. He’s broken her.”

“And that’s exactly why I won’t let him take you too,” she insists freverently, squeezing your palms tightly.

You deadpan, lowering your voice to a whisper only you two can hear. “Allie, Elle is a badass, but I’m stronger than her, we both know it. I’ve known Campbell my whole life, I know his startegies. I know I can hold out for a month and half. I know that I’ll come back to you and he won’t be running a damn campaign agaisnt you then. It’s a win-win.”

“But-”

“This town needs you, Allie. Even if they don’t see it now. Don’t let us down.” You smile reassuringly for her sake more than yours. “I need you to trust me on this.”

She blinks back tears, nodding lightly.

You nod at her, fighting back your own tears and you step away. You turn to Campbell; your fucking nightmare incarnate.

“Let’s go,” you say softly.

What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

***

Why is there such a shortage of fics on Campbell? He’s such an interesting character and let’s be honest; fine as hell.

(with that earing bruh?)

I definitely have a thing for hot psychos and it concerns me a lil bit.

A special thanks to:

My forevers

@jessikared97

@ladyofletters67

@sammykb1994

@lilypalmer1987

@mogaruke

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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survey by lasertine

10 How's

How did you get one of your scars? I keep recounting the story of my eyebrow scar, so I’ll share something else...I have several scars on both my knees since I was the neighborhood’s clumsiest kid and ALWAYS tripped/stumbled when I played outside. I used to be extremely insecure of my legs, but started to stop caring as I gradually noticed that no one really gives a shit about scars from childhood accidents.

How did you celebrate your last birthday? I went to work, being the workaholic I am. I only celebrated in the evening, when I bought a week’s worth of food for my family and I to feast on. I was honestly fine with it; it was exactly how I wanted my birthday to go as I’ve stopped wanting to make a big deal out of it haha.

How are you feeling at this moment? Weirdly relaxed for a Sunday. The gloomy and cozy weather is probably helping with that.

How did your night go last night? As a fangirl, good! Got lots of new content which is always fun. As a person (lol), it was just fine. I like being able to recharge on weekends and I can never really complain even if I don’t end up doing anything productive.

How did you do in high school? I was a bit all over the place. I exerted some level of effort in my favorite classes but didn’t really do the same for subjects I didn’t care for as much, like home ec, chemistry, math, etc; but on average I managed to get good grades all throughout. Overall, I kinda acknowledged very early on that high school grades weren’t going to matter in the real world so I didn’t make it a point to overexert myself and just focused on having fun and making fond memories in those teen years.

How did you get the shirt you're wearing? I got it from Artwork, a local brand that sells various apparel sporting designs produced by local artists. The branch I got it from has since shut down but I believe the brand is still alive and well.

How often do you see your best friend? I used to see Angela once in a blue moon mainly because our schedules always clashed back when we were still students, but ever since forming our little Army friend group with Reena I’ve been seeing her nearly every week.

How much money did you spend last month? LOL June was actually my worst and most shameful performance when it came to spending...let’s move on...

How old do you want to be when you get married? Kinda happen it would happen by the time I’m in between the ages of 28 and 30, kind of losing hope on it.

How old will you be at your next birthday? 24.

NINE What’s

What is the most important part of your life? I’ve said this several times but it’s really work. I’m aware of my weaknesses at my job and I want nothing more than to improve on those just because my perfectionist ass can’t bear being bad at something I’m supposed to be contributing to lol.

What did you do last weekend? Last Saturday I watched BTS’ concert in Sao Paulo and had my first session at my Korean class. Last Sunday I mostly chilled at home but I also went to Starbucks to work for a bit but to also just relax before the week started.

What did you last cry over? Watching Angela and Reena’s graduation ceremony this afternoon. It’s hilarious because I didn’t even cry during and was mostly indifferent towards my own grad, but I surprised myself by breaking into tears while watching theirs. I’m guessing the emotions simply welled up from me being very grateful for our friendship, which formed when I needed it the most.

What are you worried about? I always get Monday anxiety on Sundays, so let’s go with that.

What is your mother’s name? Abby.

What always makes you feel better when you’re upset? BTS, for one.

What would you rather be doing? It’s not a matter of what I would rather be doing, but where I would rather be. And right now, I wish I was back on a Friday evening with the weekend just about to start.

What’s the most important thing you look for in a significant other? Patience.

What did you have for breakfast? My mom cooked up a feast for today’s breakfast for no reason - we had fried rice, tocino, I think bangus(?) and if not bangus then it was some other kind of fish, corned beef, cheese omelette, glazed ham, bacon strips, and the leftover chicken wings from last night’s dinner.

EIGHT Have You’s

Have you ever done something outrageously dumb? I probably do something of the sort at least once a day.

Have you ever had sex on the beach? No. I think I might feel uncomfortable doing so, even if you told me it would be a private beach lol.

Have you ever been backstabbed by a friend? Yes.

Have you ever been out of the country? Yup, but it’s been a while. :( I haven’t traveled abroad since 2016.

Have you ever dated someone younger than you? It barely counts; she was only like a month and half younger.

Have you ever liked someone who already had somebody? That hasn’t happened.

Have you ever been brokenhearted? Of course.

Have you ever read an entire book in one day? Many times.

SEVEN Who’s:

Who is the last person you saw? My dad. He was watching the evening news in his room when I heard the report playing Permission to Dance so I rushed in there to see what the news was going to be about, hahahaha.

Who is the last person that you texted? ...also my dad. I was just asking him where he was since I had been craving chapaguri the other day and was gonna request if he can quickly pass by the Korean mart near our village. He never replied so I just cooked the instant noodles that we have at home, which in hindsight was I guess for the better because at least I got to save the money I would’ve paid him with.

Who called you last? The Lalamove driver I mentioned on the previous survey.

Who is the last person you hung out with? Angela, Reena, and Hans.

Who did you hug last? Angela, right before I left from her place last Tuesday.

Who is the last person that texted you? Not sure.

Who was the las person you said "I love you" to? Yumi, when I congratulated her on her graduation post.

SIX Where’s:

Where does your best friend live? The city next to mine.

Where is your favorite place to be? Either a coffee shop or our rooftop.

Where did you sleep last night? My bed.

Where did you last hang out? Mega with the three aforementioned friends.

Where do/did you go to school? UP.

Where did you last adventure to? ...Mega. So repetitive hahaha but I don’t really go out much these days for obvious reasons.

FIVE Do’s/Does:

Do you ever wish you were someone else? Not someone else in particular but I will sometimes daydream about having a different reality/situation, like being able to play an instrument or being more capable of affording more things.

Do you think anyone despises you? Possibly.

Do you like someone right now? Nopes.

Does the future scare you? It doesn’t scare me so much as it’s increasingly starting to make me feel lonelier whenever I start thinking about it.

Do you have any secret powers? Erm, no.

FOUR Why’s:

Why are you best friends with your best friend(s)? They’ve both been there through the thick and the thin and the ugly with me and have never once left my side.

Why did your parents give you the name you have? As for both my names, they just liked the sound of them.

Why did you get a myspace? Because I noticed it was popular and I wanted to see what the fuss was about.

Why are you doing this survey? Countdown surveys are always a fun format.

THREE If’s:

If you could have one super power what would it be? Time travel.

If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you? If it comes down to it, as irresistible as it seems, probably not.

If you could live anywhere, where would it be? Somewhere with winter/snow.

Two Would-you-ever’s:

Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love? I’m struggling to think how that can action save someone, but I guess if it ever does boil down to it then yeah, in a heartbeat. It grows back and if the situation was that drastic, hair would be the least of my concerns.

Would you ever get back together with any of your exes if they asked you? Depends.

Last one:

Are you happy with how your life has turned out? Very.

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complcatedfreak · 4 years

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we’re soulmates.

in which y/n and peter's class go to MOMA and they discover a big secret.

part one part two

A/N: this is a soulmate au series, which will contain both endgame and infinity war spoilers. however, this part is when they begin. Parts after this will ignore the canon.

Mj: ice cream date tonight??

Ned: I’ll ask but I don’t think it’ll be a problem

Peter: what time? it depends bc of the stark internship

Y/N: i can go :)

Peter’s smile faltered a bit when Y/N said she could go. Something inside of Peter just wanted to be around her. For the first time since he’d discovered his powers, he considered taking a day off. It was only for a brief moment before he remembered the entire city of New York is probably more important than getting ice cream with a girl he met two days ago. Just probably. Plus, he still got to see her in school and would be able to text all weekend without it being weird, you know, because of the whole groupchat thing. Peter had come to really enjoy texting Y/N. She was funny and always had an appropriate meme for whatever they were discussing. She fit right in with himself, Ned and Mj. It was nice to have her around.

Y/N was happy when Mj sent the ice cream date text to the entire groupchat, rather than the individual message Y/N had woken up to. It was originally supposed to be a ‘get to know you’ hangout session so that the girls of the group could bond, but both ladies quickly agreed it would be more fun if everyone was there. It’d be a nice way for all four of them to relax into a dynamic that worked outside of school. Plus, it would allow for Y/N to get comfortable enough for her to ask to join their group for the class field trip to MOMA that was coming up in a next week. It had only been about a week since she met them, but there was something interesting about each one of them, and it only made Y/N want to continue being around them.

The school day was about as easy as it gets for Peter. It being a Friday meant the teachers wanted to relax just as much as the students did. Maybe even more, considering it was a long weekend. Most of his day was spent trying to catch up on the novel they were reading in English and trying to keep up with the mass flood of text messages from the groupchat. Peter kept thinking about how well Y/N seemed to easily filter into their little nerd group. He was happy to have her there, but something seemed off. A pretty girl like her who’s also funny would never usually pick the three least cool kids in school to hang out with, but here she was. He was grateful she chose them. “What’cha thinking about?” Mj cheerfully interrupted his thought process, while also pulling his eyes away from the pages of the book he was supposed to be reading. “I don’t know how to explain it,” Peter answered, shocking himself. He has never been this open with Mj. “Well, Parker, I’ll listen to whatever first-world problem you have going on for a little bit,” Mj said with a fake smile plastered on her face. Honestly, Peter wanted to tell someone about it, even if it was Mj’s ridiculously sarcastic self. “Mj,” Peter started, wondering how to approach this subject, “my initials match someone’s name, they even had a line through them.” Mj’s face lit up, “PETER WHAT?” She exclaimed, drawing the eyes of everyone in his last period class. “Shut up!” Peter shushed, “It’s not a definite thing, I don’t know her middle name, but the first and last names work out and I’m scared because I kinda like her already, but I’m scared.” Peter was talking way too fast, but it seemed as though Mj understood. “Is it Y/N?” she whispered. Peter’s face immediately went red, “n-no,” Mj smirked as the bell rang, “Whatever, Parker.” “This is the last time I’m telling you anything!” Peter called as she disappeared out of the classroom door.

MJ: y/n you’re joining our MOMA group right

Y/N: is that okay? i don’t wanna intrude

MJ: i mean ur name is already on the sign-up list with is

MJ: *us

Ned: I did that :)

MJ: oh okay im excited for you to join

Why wasn’t Peter answering? After waiting for two hours after MJ’s last text, Y/N began to get insecure about joining the group because she didn’t have his approval. What if he didn’t want her around? What if he didn’t like her? Suddenly feeling very small, Y/n tossed her phone to the other side of her bed, deciding to catch up on her reading for English. She had been lost for the rest of the last unit with the whole transferring schools thing, so she didn’t want to fall behind this time. A few hours passed and she hopped between reading her novel and digging through food in the fridge. She knew she was eating out of nerves and boredom, but hey, what’s a few calories when your potential soulmate may hate you?

Peter quietly closed his bedroom window and quickly pulled off his mask. He didn’t necessarily have to be secretive anymore but walking through the front door in his spidey suit wasn’t something he wanted to risk. Stripping out of the rest of the suit, he made his way to the bathroom. He pulled out his phone to connect to the speaker in the bathroom and noticed the missed texts from the “peter “i drop chemicals because i cant do math” parker” groupchat. Y/N’s joining their MOMA group. Y/N’s joining their MOMA group! Y/N’S JOINING THEIR MOMA GROUP! He fist bumped the air, instantly feeling ten times more excited for the field trip next week. Maybe this would be his chance to find out if her middle name started with the second letter on his wrist. Peter hopes it does. Truthfully, Peter really hopes Y/N is his soulmate. He really likes her.

The weekend flew by for Y/N. Peter finally answered in the groupchat and was equally as excited that she was joining as everyone else. Besides that, it was full of homework and studying. The group did meet up for ice cream on Monday, since they were off, but Peter had to leave early, due to an internship he had with Tony Stark. Y/N liked that he was dedicated to things, as well as the fact that he was intelligent enough to be working for THE Tony Stark. Y/N has decided she really, really likes him. He’s funny, cute and smart? How could she not? He’s also really kind, which Y/N learned while they were out getting ice cream and she dropped hers. Peter instantly offered her his, as well as offered to pay for a new for her. Y/N was too shy to ever let either of those things happen, so she bought herself a new one, but even just the small gesture had her heart fluttering. So, once they got back in school on Tuesday, Y/N felt very comfortable with Peter. They hung out during homeroom, walked to classes together, and hung out at lunch. Y/N thinks Peter even tried to hold her hand because she felt his hand brush hers when they were standing together in the lunch line. She wasn’t sure, though.

To say Peter was distracted when he went out as Spider-Man after school would be an understatement. Of course, he still did his job and did it right, he just did it while recalling every moment he spent with Y/N. He knew it was becoming redundant, but he couldn’t help but to give Happy the run-down about his new updates with his potential soulmate. Happy was annoyed, but Peter thought he detected a small hint of fondness behind his tone. When he got home, Peter had the best sleep of his life. The next morning, he got up, got dressed and ran to Del-Mar’s to make sure he had something to eat on the trip. Then, he made his way to the school to check-in and find his group.

“PARKERRRR,” Ned yelled down the hallway, making both Y/N and Mj jump. Mj turned towards Peter, waved and then flipped him off. Y/N laughed, shooting him a little wave with a smile. “Aren’t you two gonna get hot?” Mj asked, gesturing to Peter’s jacket and the flannel Y/N had thrown over her shirt. “No!” Peter said very defensively. “It makes my outfit cuter,” Y/N pouted. Ned laughed, rolling his eyes at his friends.

Soon, they were all sat in their seats on the bus. Y/N and Mj were across the aisle from Peter and Ned, due to the ‘boys can’t sit with girls’ the bus-driver had instilled. Y/N happily shared her headphones with Mj, showing her new songs as her head rested against the bus window. It was a very short, comfortable bus ride and before they knew it, they were inside of New York’s Museum of Modern Art. Each group broke off, allowing the teenagers to see what they wanted to. Mj and Ned were very adamant about Elle Pérez’s Diablo exhibit, so the group headed there first. Due to their enthusiasm, Ned and Mj strayed ahead of Y/N and Peter, giving them a chance to chat. It was mindless chatter; pointing out pieces they liked along the way, pointing at some creature in the works and saying “it’s you” to each other, things like that. Nothing important.

Until they got to their final exhibit. Peter mindlessly rolled up his sleeve. Mj was right, he was getting hot, and he was too comfortable to remember he was supposed to be hiding his wrist. It was fine for about five minutes, before Y/N let out a gasp. Mj, Ned and Peter turned around to face her. Peter cocked his head, “Are you okay?” Y/N answered quickly: “Can I talk to you?”. Before Peter could even answer she was grabbing the wrist that had her initials across them and dragging him away from their friends, leaving Ned and Mj with confused stares.

“What’s going on?” Peter asked once Y/N freed him from her grip. “Peter,” Y/N’s eyes were wide, as if she was putting on a puppy-face, “my initials are on your wrist. I think yours are on mine.” She tugged the sleeve of her flannel up, showing Peter the crossed-off “PBP” that went across it. Peter broke out into a huge smile, reaching up to run his fingers across the letters. He stared at her wrist for a second before looking her in her eyes, “We’re soulmates.” Y/N nodded at his statement, pulling him in for a hug.

It was time for the ride home. Peter let go of Y/N’s hand for the first time since they had their revelation when it was time to get on the bus. They texted through most of the ride, until Y/N’s phone died. Peter sat and played games on his for a while.

Peter felt the hairs on his arm stand up (the one with Y/N’s initials on it), and immediately looked away from his phone. His eyes landed on the spiral ship behind the bus. He was immediately grateful that he brought his suit, scanning over the bus full of his classmates. His eyes lingered on his soulmate, who met his gaze. She flashed him a smile of reassurance before turning to look back out of the window. Peter tapped Ned, “I need you to cause a distraction.” Ned was panicked before his eyes landed on the ship, “oh shit. WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!” Everyone on the bus began to panic, causing the chaos Peter needed to escape. He waited until Y/N had moved from the seat across the aisle to join the crowd in the back of the bus to web out of it, prepared to help the city, and the avengers, with whatever it needed.

#not edited!!!!!#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker au #peter imagine #peter parker imagine #peter parker imagines #spider-man #spiderman #spider-man imagine #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #Marvel x Y/N

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sunnieskies02 · 4 years

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Corrupted Faith

OneShot; Demon Bakugou x F!Reader

Trigger Warnings: NSFW, Degradation, non(dub)con, teasing biting etc

Word Count :4.1k

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“ Sister (y/n)!” A small group of kids run towards you happily and wrap their arms around your legs. “ We missed you so much! Are you feeling any better?” You stop wiping the altar and place your hand on top of the little boy's head and squat. “Yes little Theodore. Im doing amazing!” He smiles back at you and in response you pinch his cheeks and pull them turning his face red.

He giggles and runs off with the other children. *What did I do to deserve such an angel like Theodore* Becoming a nun was one of the many things that made your previously glum life exciting. Taking care of the orphaned children, baking for them and giving them a loving environment where they can grow. It made your heart warm, especially since you did this work alongside your best friend Brother Eijirou. You and him have been friends ever since you met each other at the training, and you two have been known as an inseparable pair.

Apart from caring for the children, you have another job at the church. Exorcisms. For an unknown reason, since your birth you’ve been able to see spirits and demons. When you were younger, once these spirits caught on to the fact that you could see them they started to pester you. Making you trip and fall, lifting up your skirt, pulling your hair; it never ended. And because of these pestering spirts, you decided to become a nun, a person of the church who has the power to rid of these spirits.

So for 5 years of your life, you learned how to be a respectful nun, and an exorcist at the same time. The work was grueling, but you were happy with the outcome because it was worth it in the end, you wanted nothing more than to free people from these spirits that cause nothing but trouble. You were a powerful exorcist, a strong one who could do away with and spirits with one simple verse. And with this amount of power you possessed, it was sooner than later that Lucifer’s followers would start to surface.

But none had come. You were surprised, you thought yourself so much as a badass that not a single demon came. Weeks prior after days of exorcising spirits, you thought one of them would surface. You were tense and on guard the entire time just in case one of Morning Star’s followers came up but… they never came. So you were left with one or two things to consider, 1) being that, you aren’t so much of a threat that you thought you were or 2) that they were planning to send someone ridiculously strong. Either one of those thoughts made you lax, * Any spirit that they send my way. They’d be gone in a flash.*

You wake up early on a Sunday morning at 4:30am to get started on breakfast for the orphans. As you grab your caddie and walk down to the bathroom you hear a low creak down the hall. You know that the church is old and that it is still settling as the years go one so you continue inside. You twist the knob for the shower and let it heat up, and as you do so you start to strip down. While you are naked in the bathroom, you turn to make sure that the water is hot and you step inside. You sigh under the scalding heat, hit your back and run through your hair. You stay in the shower for a few minutes, lather up in lavender soap and rinse it off.

Moments later you step out of the shower and continue your morning routine. Now it was 6:00 and you were making your way to the orphanage when you saw him. A tall ash-blonde male with wings as dark as tar and eyes as red as blood covered in tattoos and scribes. You gasp and he darts you a look, without hesitation you relax and try not to make it noticeable that you can see him as bright as day. As you walk past him, you can feel his eyes burning into the back of your head, you take a deep breath in and a deep breath out and open the doors to wake the children.

You were shaken to your core and the image of the demon never left your head. You had not noticed Brother Eijirou walk to your side while you were washing the plates after breakfast , “Hey, y/n you there.” You jump back and look at him, to laugh and punch him in the shoulder and say “Don’t scare me like that Kirishima. You nearly knocked my socks off with that.”

“Well I had to, all the kids said that you’ve been acting strange and out of it. What happened.” You parted your lips to speak but closed them. You could tell that he was concerned because when you look back at him, he showed his puppy dog eyes. ‘Jesus, why does he have to be so cute.’ You roll your eyes and tell him “I-i saw a demon this morning Kiri. And he looked...strong. Really strong.” He rubbed your back and said “Well I’m pretty sure that he was scared by a hot mama like you! And you shouldn’t be scared of anything as long as you have me around right?” Look at him and blow some of the suds at him, “You’re right. As long as you're by my side there should be no--”

You sentence was interrupted by the children’s screams “ SISTER Y/N! BROTHER EIJIROU! Somethings wrong with Theo, he’s acting weird and Brother Midoriya has been trying to help him but its not looking good.” Then an eruption of tears and wails came from the children, you looked at Eijirou, nodded and he headed off. You had to stay behind and calm all of the children down, once you pushed them back into their rooms and told the eldest to keep them in check you ran back outside and froze.

You see Eijirou and Midoriya, covered in dried blood and burn scars. They were really trying to go against Theodore without truly hurting him and that wasn’t all. Your heart tore to pieces when you looked up at Theo floating high into the sky casting down spells and rites around him, he wasn’t the sweet doe-eyed theo from the day before. Theo was covered in caked blood that wasn’t his own and fixtures were swirling all around him. He was simply possessed, but by what? When you got a closer look at him you saw the same eyes again, “Well well well, it's the nun I've been looking for.” Theodore floated down to your eye level and grabbed at your throat, his grip was tight and felt your trachea start to close. With the strength that was left within your body you speak a rite but Theo’s grip got even tighter.

He pulled you to your knees and asked “You saw me this morning right?” You kept your lips shut and spat in his face, he snapped his face back after catching the spit on his cheek, you saw Theo’s body fall to the floor but you still made eye contact with the monster presented before you. He pulled you closer to his face, wiped the spit from his cheeks and licked it. He smirked and said “For a nun who looks so much like a slut under their robes. You taste pretty good.” You gag at his words and he lets you go, you fall to the floor and gasp for air. While you're on your hands and knees, your head is yanked up by your veils and he says “Remember this name, Bakugou Katsuki. This’ll be the name that you will become a slave too.” You smirk and say “You can go straight to hell, Bakugou Katsu--” Your words were cut short by the demon's lips crashing onto yours, his lips were hot and he forcefully pushed his tongue into your mouth exploring every inch of it.

You let out a small moan as his lips parted from yours and your eyes were welcomed to a part of lidded ones. With saliva still connecting your tongues he smiled at you and threw your head back into ground beneath you then vanished, you laid on the ground ashamed that you couldn’t take him down. Out of the blue you were scooped up by Kirishima and he smiled at you, ‘That smile made everything feel amazing.’ You looked at him and smiled, you always got a good kick out of him when he got flustered. Izuku, followed behind the two of you holding Theodore.

Theodore was conditioned with a high fever after the possession and you hated yourself for letting it get out of hand. ‘Why didn’t I handle him when I first saw him?’You rubbed your hands over your face as you sat next to his bedside, you grabbed his hand and rubbed it. You cursed at yourself and felt the hot tears roll down the side of your face, ‘You weren’t strong enough, idiot. You were scared and someone got hurt because you hesitated.’“Yea, shitty woman! That brat got hurt because you bitched out. »

Your head snapped furiously at the door frame and the same demon from earlier was at the door looking down at you. You huffed out a breath and asked “What do you want you heathen? Why go so far to hurt a child than to take me on.” He chuckled and flew close to your face and sneered “Just to make you shrink. You thought you were hot shit from hearing your thoughts, so I decided to take you down a few pegs.” He stopped hovering and placed his feet on the floor and got close to your ear and whispered “And make you work for me instead of this man you claim as your god.” You rolled your eyes, to try and make sure that Theodore was sound asleep to make sure you focused back on him. When you looked back in front of you, he smiled slyly, still looking at you. You emitted a low growl from your throat that then turned into a breathy gasp, you looked down and saw that his hand was under your robes.

You let go of Theodore’s hand to try to move Katsuki’s from your lady parts but when you tried to you felt his calloused finger rub against your clit. A shock ran through your body as he pressed against it, you started to take deep breaths to get focused on removing his hand but the more effort you put into removing his hand the more shapes he drew around your clit. “Your really sensitive you slut. You’re letting a demon assault you while you watch over a bed ridden child. How uncouth of you.” You winced as you felt his finger start to rub between your lower lips while still abusing your throbbing clit. Katsuki released a feral growl as he moved your panties to the side and rubbed his fingers along your lips covering his digits in your slick.

You breathed out hastily as he moved his fingers from under your robes and presented them to you.“Look at what your dripping cunt did to my fingers you whore. Open your mouth.” You clenched your jaw tightly, but to no avail, his hand went under your chin and forced your mouth open, as he shoved his digits in. Without thinking, your tongue rolled around his fingers and you bobbed your head back and forth, with lidded eyes you looked back at his vermillion ones. He moved his digits out of your mouth and pushed them into your pussy. Your head hit the wall as he pushed his fingers deeper into your wet folds. You had to move one of your hands away from his pistoning wrist to cover your mouth, you felt tears prickle at the corners of your eyes.

You looked over at Theodore who was sound asleep with a high fever and you cursed yourself “I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry Theo.” “You are sorry. A sorry slut for allowing a demon to thrust into your clenching hole.” Your eyes snapped back to his and before you could return his harsh words you felt the coil in your stomach tighten up as he curled his fingers into your sponge spot. You let out a silent moan, and allowed your eyes roll into the back of your head in pleasure, you felt so awful about the situation. But it felt so good.

As a nun, you aren’t allowed to have sexuaal relations with anyone, so you are touch deprived ( sexually). That’s why you and Kirishima would try to keep your hands to yourselves because at a point in time you two were all over each other. Exchanging kisses, rubs,holding hands, anything that wouldn’t make you feel alone. But this was different.

The heat that surrounded your body was scorching. Your entire body felt as if it was set aflame by Katsuki’s unrelenting movements into your pussy. Then his smell made it even worse, he smelled like burnt caramel, and the spice it reminded you of your life at home. You wanted to give in, you wanted to give up all that you worked hard for to become a nun. But there were kids here, like Theodore, who needed your help and needed a motherly figure to guide their lives in the right direction.

“S-stop you spawn of satan. I-I’m not mmphf~” You came. The coil that grew hot in your stomach was released all onto his hand. You grabbed onto your robes, working to catch your breath and you looked up at him to see him sneering down at you. “Wow. Look at what you did to my fingers ‘nun’” He held his fingers to your face and spread his fingers out showing how you cum made his fingers sticky a mess. He moved his hand back towards his mouth and licked it, and once he finished licking it he stepped towards you. Your throat was grabbed, you were brought to your knees and you looked up. “I’ve never met anyone who tasted so delicious~” He nibbled at your cheek and licked from your jawline to your ear.

He put you down and said headed towards the window, “Breaking you and converting you will be fun, princess. But until next time.” Then he vanished, you looked to see that Theodore was still asleep, you kissed him on the forehead and prayed for him.

o0o

Sometime after Theodore's possession, you started to see more and more of Katsuki. And when you did or didn’t acknowledge his presence he would make sure to play with your slick folds. You hated yourself for the fact that you would already be dripping without him even being there. It made you upset that you aren’t strong enough to fight him off because when he would see you his hands would go straight to your lower lips.

If you were in the middle of a lesson, he’d be toying with your behind, giving it little smacks with his explosive power making you wince. If you were at the altar handing out or helping with communion, how would kneel down under your robe and eat you out furiously. You’d try to stay quiet or keep a straight face but that was no help whatsoever. The more you wanted to hide your moans and faces more the more he wished to bring it out.

You’ve had enough of his tricks and schemes. For months on end after you met him, he would invade your dreams, your work and your bathtimes. You couldn’t get a break, and you didn’t want to admit it to yourself but you were slowly wanting him to come. The more he came to you, the less you resented his advances, you felt your morals fall little by little the more he came to you. You started to realize the more time you spent with him, the more unholy you started to act, lying, cheating the whole nine-yards. So you decided to confess.

You know that your friend Midoriya would be up and normally does confessions at nine in the morning. So when you saw him walking into the booth you sat right in the opposing booth. You both sat in a lingering silence until he spoke, “Good morning Sister (y/n). I hope your morning does you well.”

“It does, Brother Izuku. I hope your morning has been swell as well,” you responded.

“What has you so troubled Sister (y/n)?” he asked. You play with your thumbs and bite your bottom lip. “Well, there is a demon that has been following me and--” Your words stop while you see Katsuki walk through the curtain of the confessional smirk and kneeling. You feel his warm hands slide under youryour robe and reach further up your thigh. You swatted his hand and continued to speak. « He has been making me perform out of character. I’m pretty sure you’ve seen communion or how my face would randomly become flushed.”

You look down at Katsuki and see him pulling you panties down and biting into your inner thighs. You bite down on your finger and whimper as you see his face get closer to your heat. In the moment you totally forgot what Midoriya was saying but snapped back into the confession when he called your name. “Y/n? Y/n?” “Yes Izuku. I-I’m here.”

“Well, why haven’t you got rid of his spirit then? Your very strong exorcist, what has been holding you back?” ‘Why haven’t you!’ It dawned on you that you haven’t tried to expel him. So as you started to open your mouth to speak the rite your lower lips were welcomed with a very thick and wet tongue.” You gasp and look to see Bakugou eating you furiously, his tongue would flick against your clit making you whine is pleasure. Catching your lewd noises, Bakugou stuck out his long, slick covered tongue and thrusted it inside of your folds. Your breath hitches as you felt your walls stretch to the size of his tongue.

Remember that you were confessing, you answer Izuku with a breathless response. “I-I don’t kn-now why? I guess it didn’t cross m-my minnnndd~” At the end of you staggered sentence, Bakugou continues to lift up your robes and reveal your throbbing, wet folds. He gets close to your ear and whispers “Make sure you answer him. Or I won’t let you cum.”

You looked at him and saw that he was hiking you leg up to the side of your face with your cunt dripping onto the floor of the booth. Bakugou shuffles behind you and relaxed his heated cock from his trousers. His cock was thick and tamed with the tip swollen red, pre-cum leaking at the tip. He slowly started to thrust his cock against your folds making you wince. As his cock rubbed against your pulsating clit, Izuku spoke and said “Well if you need help riding of him, I’ll always be here!” He sounded so cheerful, ‘He shouldn’t have to hear this.’ “Let him hear. He’s thought about fucking you. Getting between your thighs and making you moan his name.” You hissed at him trying to resist his thrust up against your

clit you mocked him by saying “Izuku would never be so foul. He’s one of thé purest people I know.”

You felt him smirk near your ear and he said “Well the people and god you believe in are liars behind closed doors. And I’m willing to open you eyes as long as you...submit to me.” You scoffed at his words but suddenly felt the tip of his pulsing cock enter you. You’ve never felt so full. A breathily moan escaped you lips but you hurried to cover your mouth. Izuku called out to you and said “You okay Y/n? Are you sick.” You lied through your teeth, “Ye-yes Izuku. I-I um, I’m fineEEE!” Bakugous thrust deepened into you to the hilt, you scratched his sweat covered chest as he made more thrust into your folds.

It was a feeling of euphoria, but so shame full. You were a Nun, a dignified woman of the church and you were sitting legs wide open with a demon's cock deep within you. “Your Pusey is so fitting for my cock.” A low groan came From Katsuki’s mouth as he moved his hand to the mounds that were trapped within a bra. He ripped it off of your chest and fondled them. You moan lowly as Izuku still was offering his aid in eradicating the demon. Bakugo's hands were warm, and the calloused tips of his fingers pinched your nipples till they became perky. This was so wrong.

His thrust were deep and fast. Every stroke of his cock allowed the vein under his shaft brush against your spongy spot. HE moaned in your ear the faster he got, you cried to him “ N-no, please stop (a/n: Imma virgin…. Aaaaah).” Bakugou licked your cheek and whispered in your ear “Your mouth isn’t honest at all, but your thoughts and your body are.” You whined aty how he was telling the truth. You liked this feeling, he was your first and he was stretching your pussy so gracefully.

“ IN addition to that Y/n, I think you should finally tell Kirishima how you felt about him. Because I know you’ve told me before that you’re into him, but feared rejection. Apart from the demon I could help you with that too. “ Midoriya’s words rang in your head, Eijirou’s name bounced through your brain as you suddenly remembered the fact that you loved Kirishima. His smile. His laugh. His smell, everything about Kirishima you adored and wanted to save yourself for him. Remembering your hidden love for Kirishima rose your spirits to try to get off of Bakugou was viciously shot down by him grabbing your hips and slamming you down onto his cock. You moaned and Izuku asked “ Are you sick y/n? Do you need me to help you back to your chamber?”

“If you don’t answer him princess, you won’t be coming at all.” “N-no! Im fine just a little h-hot under my robes is all.” Izuku sighed, “Well that's good. You and Kirishima would make a beautiful couple with the cutests of babies.” The thought of having children with Eijirou was a pipe dream that you wanted so badly. Going home to his smiling puppy face was what you wanted. Katsuki’s thrust became more harsh, the sound of wet skin slapping against each other was, and could only be heard by you and Katsuki. Because Izuku heard it, who knows what he would’ve done, but you slowly felt a heat pool in your stomach. It was on fire, hot and heavy, your head leaned into the crook of the neck and panted like a hungry, thirsty dog.

Katsuki continued his thrust and as he continued to abuse your pulsating clit what matches the pace of your heart beat. Bakugou bared his fangs and with one final, deep, shapr thrust his teeth sank into supple skin, with small beads of blood pricking the new wounds, a silence whimper escaped your lips and you still felt thick ropes of his cum spill into your womb. He unsheathed himself from your clenching pussy after being filled to the brim, and gave you a tender kis on the temple.

You were outr of breath, panting, quivering and ashamed. You, a powerful nun was lowered to the standards of a mere slut with a cock as fat as your forearm. You felt the hot tears slide down your face and Katsuki looked down at you and pointed to a marking on your right shoulder. It was a capital letter of a tattooed B.K and as he walked out of the booth he said “Sooner than later princess, you will submit to me and become my little slave. And you won’t even see it coming,” he walked back and cupped your face in his hands and continued. “With every thought of me, you sweet pussy will become slick and hot. And you'll need me to fix it for you.” He smirked and disappeared into thin air.

This was going to be one helluva job being a nun with a demon like that.

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omg i will actually cry of happiness can you do a frozen au please?-

Okay! Okay! YES!

I LOVE this one!

Frozen AU

So,

Characters

Jack Kelly - Elsa

Racetrack Higgins - Anna

Crutchie Morris - Olaf

Spot Conlon - Kristoff

Drake - Hans

Medda - Bulda

Weasel - Duke of Weselton

Kloppman - Grand Pabbie

Okay so…

It began with two brothers…

Jack and Tyler James were inseparable from the second the younger was born. Four years apart in age didn’t stop them from being best friends. Their parents knew from the moment Jack held his baby brother for the first time that they’d be as thick as thieves.

They were right.

While Tyler grew, Jack was by his side, every step of the way. The giant palace didn’t deter them from sharing a bedroom. Oftentimes the king and queen of Manhattan would find their little princes curled up in Jack’s bed. Tyler James was their little snuggle bug and Jack knew the boy tended to get cold in his bed all alone.

The boys loved each other dearly. The kingdom loved them too.

The royal family was perfect.

But every family had their secrets.

It was never anything the young princes had known to be dangerous. It was magic. One that took Tyler’s breath away every time.

Jack loved to make his brother smile with the ice and snow that he could create with his own two hands.

Their parents warned Jack to be careful. They always told him that he wasn’t allowed to freeze the floors, especially not when they had subjects coming in and out of the castle.

So the brothers would wait until it got dark. Tyler would jump on Jack’s bed and ask him if they could build a snowman. If Jack didn’t answer right away, he’d begin to ramble. The quickness of his voice and tiny legs is what got the boy his nickname.

Racer.

Jack never minded being woken in the middle of the night. Not if he had the chance to get a smile on his baby brother’s face.

But the days where the boys were young and carefree couldn’t last forever.

The night it all happened felt like any other. Tyler wanted to build a snowman. So Jack snuck them downstairs. And he made the foyer into a winter wonderland.

Jack and Race loved to make a specific snowman. One they lovingly named Crutchie after Jack sculpted a boy meant to look similar to Race, and one that the younger boy tried to help with, only to form a twisted up leg.

(Crutchie looks like a boy. Just in case anyone was wondering. Not necessarily when the boys are younger, but later)

Crutchie loves warm hugs. To the brothers, he’s family, even though he may not be real. (Yet).

After playing around in the snow Jack created, Race begins to jump on small mounds of it, begging Jack to take him a bit higher in the air. Though, true to his nickname, the boy begins to go too fast and Jack’s magic hits his head, rather than beneath his feet to keep him from falling.

Race fell to the ground and Jack cried out for him, running to him and scooping him up in his arms as the ice around him began to crack and frost over. Snow fell from the ceiling in Jack’s panic. He couldn’t stop it.

He screamed for his parents and they came running. Their father gently took the baby, only six years old, from a ten year old Jack’s arms and found he was as cold as ice.

Their mother held Jack tightly as she knew exactly where they had to go.

Deep into the forest.

They readied a carriage and they were off. Their father held Tyler the whole time. Jack couldn’t stop crying or staring at the stripe of white hair that was now at the front of his brother’s blond curls.

Deep in the forest, their mother finds a tribe only known as “The Hidden Folk” and begs them for their help. One of them, looking to be the leader, rushes forward without much prompting. He is introduced as Kloppman. He takes Race into his arms, though their father is hesitant to let go.

They are a royal family after all, in a very vulnerable state. And that’s his baby boy.

But Kloppman is gentle and he sits with the boy, holding him in one arm as he waves a hand over the child’s head, where he was struck with Jack’s magic. Jack hides behind his mother’s leg the whole time.

Kloppman then reveals he was able to get the ice out of the boy’s mind, but only by also taking the memory of Jack’s magic too. Jack is horrified by this, but their father just pets his hair and tells him it’s for the best.

The white strip never fades from Racer’s hair.

The tribal man then asks Jack if he was born with the powers of cursed to which Jack reveals he was born with them, only now ever feeling like they were a curse. Kloppman warns Jack that though his magic may be beautiful, it is also dangerous and fear would be his enemy in the ways of controlling it.

Jack is terrified at that and snow begins to fall around him again.

Kloppman tries to get the king and queen to fully understand what he meant, but they thank him and take their sleeping son back, promising to get Jack’s powers under control.

The next day, Prince Tyler James wakes to find that Jack’s bed is being moved out of their room. He finds Jack’s stuff being relocated. He jumps out of bed and tries to find his brother, only to find Jack crying as he’s led by his father into another empty bedroom at the other side of the castle. He tries to ask what’s going on, but no one will answer him.

Tyler thinks maybe Jack is upset with him. Maybe he’d done something wrong. But that doesn’t stop him from trying to talk to his brother.

Every night the younger prince would knock on his brother’s door, asking him if he’d like to build a snowman, still remembering that that had been their favorite thing to do. He never gets a response.

What he doesn’t know is that every night, Jack is sitting just on the other side of that door, waiting to hear his little brother’s voice every day.

It’s the only thing that makes him smile anymore.

The gates to the castle are closed as the king and queen are scared someone might find out their eldest son’s secret and come after him. Jack believes it’s all his fault.

As they grow, Tyler is more and more hesitant to knock on Jack’s door. But he always comes back. No matter what. In fact, even if he didn’t knock, he’d sit right outside. Jack could always hear him. And that was enough.

Jack is always on the other side, his father with him most days as he tries desperately to help Jack control the powers that now frighten the once carefree young prince. He tries to teach Jack how to meditate, how to breathe through the fear, he lets Jack draw on the walls and any surface he can, he lets Jack build the same snowman again and again to just try and relax, but it doesn’t stop Jack from being afraid of himself. So they try gloves, they try to cover what seems to be the source. His hands.

The gloves calm Jack down some. But he still doesn’t want Race to see him. He’s afraid he’ll hurt the kid again.

Sometimes he doesn’t even let his parents in the room in fear that he’ll hurt them.

But every night when Racer sits outside his door, sometimes babbling nonsense about his day, Jack is right there, sitting on the other side, hanging on every word.

About ten years later, their parents reveal they’re going on a trip. They’ll be back in a few months. Race hugs them goodbye, but understands.

Jack begs them not to go. He can’t control it on his own. He has no idea what he’s gonna do if they leave.

But his father promises him he’ll be alright.

And they go.

A few months later is when the two princes get the news.

The king and queen are not coming back.

Their ship went down.

Race breaks at the news. Right outside of Jack’s door. And Jack wishes beyond anything that he could just hug the kid.

But he can’t.

It takes Race a week to be able to breathe again, properly. He wanders down the hall to his brother’s door and knocks, just like he had so many times before. He asks Jack if he’s okay. He tells him that people are worried, that he’s worried about him. He asks Jack to let him in. That they’re all each other has left.

Jack still doesn’t open the door.

So Race asks Jack if he wants to build a snowman.

Jack is sitting on the other side of the door, snow falling all around him and ice skewed through the walls. He nods, but says nothing.

Race doesn’t leave the door all night.

Neither does Jack.

A few months after this, Race is woken and told it’s coronation day, to which he is ecstatic. Because today is the first time in eleven years that the gates are going to be opened up and people will walk down the halls and he won’t be alone anymore.

Jack is not quite as excited. In fact, he’s terrified.

He tells himself it’ll be alright. He just has to make it through today and he’d be okay.

When the gates do open, Race rushes outside, exploring his kingdom for the first time since he was a little boy. Almost seventeen now, the kid hardly recognizes the streets and almost nobody recognizes him. But he’s okay with that.

He's just so excited he can’t stop running.

And he runs right into someone.

Someone very charming.

The man looks to be about Jack’s age. He’s very kind and charming and infatuated with the young prince who gets very flustered and nervous very easily. The young prince takes a moment, but finally introduces himself and the young man says the pleasure is all his, and that Race can run into him anytime, even if it were to be on purpose.

Race is walking on air at this, but quickly excuses himself as he has to get back to the castle for the ceremony.

Jack is told that it’s time. So he leaves his room, trembling and trying like hell to keep it together.

While he’s being led to the throne room where hundreds of people were waiting to watch him be crowned, he sees Race being led there too.

His little brother’s face lights up when he sees him. And the boy waves.

Jack’s racing heart calms a little bit at that.

It’s the only thing that keeps him steady while he walks down the aisle of that room. Race is standing there at the edge of it, smiling at him the whole time.

Jack arrives in front of the priest who holds him crown and bows his head as a prayer is prayed over him. The large, heavy crown is placed on his head. The priest instructs him to pick up the orb and scepter, stopping Jack when he tries to pick them up with the gloves he wore.

Shakily, the prince would take them off and hold the things with his bare hands standing to face his people as the prayer continued. His hands would be shaking and he’d bit the inside of his cheek to try and keep calm. But a frost would begin to settle around his hands.

The second the prayer was over, Jack would whirl around and set the things down, almost frantically pulling his gloves back on.

But Jack would look over at his brother and Race would be cheering for him. His little brother would be nodding at him, silently telling him that he had this. That he could do this.

And Jack would smile.

The prince and new king would be led away from the people, to be presented at the party.

Jack first, and Race after.

Jack would be placed in the center of the room on a small stage as people danced around him, celebrating him. And Race would be announced as was placed at his brother's side.

Race wouldn’t expect to be so close to him. He thought maybe Jack wouldn’t like it. But the young man would hook their pinkies together, like he’d done when they were both very little.

And Race would feel something warm surround him.

For the first time in eleven years, They’d talk to each other. They’d laugh with each other, even if only for a minute.

And for that minute, Jack wouldn’t be worried about the secret he held.

It would be a few minutes before the Duke of Weselton, Mr. Wiesel, asked Jack to dance. Jack would politely decline, introducing Race as the dancer in the family. And before Race would even be able to protest, he’d get pulled away.

Jack would just laugh at him. He’d genuinely laugh for the first time in years as he watched Race try and dance with this ridiculous man.

Race would work his way back to him eventually. And he’d lightly punch Jack in the chest. Jack would just chuckle and nudge his shoulder a bit. Race would say offhandedly that he wished everyday could be like this.

Jack would agree.

But they couldn’t be.

Race would try to ask why, but Jack wouldn’t answer. He’d just say, they couldn’t be.

And he’d walk away, feeling guilty and awful and just wanting to get away.

Race would try to follow him. But he’d trip.

Luckily someone would be there to catch him. It would be the prince he’d met before. Prince Drake of Harlem.

And Race would feel better already.

Him and Drake would explore the castle, finding out how similar they truly were. Drake comes from a large family, but being the youngest of thirteen, he was ignored for a lot of his childhood. Him and Race would have this instant connection. They’d be convinced they were soulmates.

So after spending the whole night together, Drake would propose, saying that he just knew this was who he was supposed to spend his life with.

Race agrees, believing he was in love with this man. And they go to find Jack.

Race asks for Jack approval in marriage to Drake. And Jack thinks it’s a joke at first. But the more Race talks, he realizes that it’s no trick. Race is infatuated with this man.

Jack begins to get anxious when Race says Drake could move into the castle and they could all live together and the wedding could be held there and all Drake’s brothers could come and go whenever they pleased. Jack tried to talk to Race in private, not trusting this man at all.

He’d try to take Race to an empty room, fully planning on revealing to him the reason why the gates couldn’t stay open. But Race refuses. So Jack sighs and tells his brother that he can’t marry a man he just met and that he knows nothing about true love.

Race would get angry and ask what Jack knew about love. All Jack knew was how to shut people out.

The words hurt. Jack would want to cry. He’d tell the guards to get everyone out. That it was time to close the gates. Race would try to argue and he’d chase after his brother who was desperate to get away. He’d pull one of Jack’s gloves off of his hand and Jack would start to panic.

Race would ask Jack what he was so afraid of and Jack, while seemingly angry, would be completely terrified.

He’d turn to tell Race that that was enough. But, a thick layer of ice would cover the floor and a barrier would form around him and his people.

Jack is mortified. Race is looking up at him like he’s some kind of monster.

The Wiesel demands that someone grab Jack, branding him a monster. Jack fleas into the mountains, unknowingly setting off an eternal winter in the middle of summer. His subjects all watch him run off, afraid of him and what he’s done.

Race tries to go after him. Drake tries to stop him.

But the boy knows he has to find Jack.

While Jack is running he comes to the realization that if he stays up in the mountains he no longer has to be afraid of his powers as there’s no one around that he can hurt. And the thought comforts him.

(Here’s a YouTube video of Jeremy singing let it go like the queen he is)

The young king throws his crown away, allowing his powers to fly free as he lets the snow fall around him and builds himself a castle made of ice to reside in alone. He’d been isolated for most of his life anyway, he doesn’t understand why it would bother him now.

Only, he supposed, Race wouldn’t be there to knock on his door anymore.

Back in Manhattan, Race puts Drake in charge as he sets off to find Jack, promising he’d be careful but stating that he had to do this. That Jack would never hurt him and it was his fault this whole thing had happened.

While on his way, Race meets a man and his reindeer, upset and angry at the sudden cold weather. The man introduces himself as Spot and his reindeer as Coffee Bean. When Race asks why he’s so upset, Spot explains that he’s an ice salesman. Race almost laughs, but stops himself when he realizes that would only make things worse.

He asks Spot to escort him up the north mountain, where Spot offhandedly states the storm is coming from. It’s only after Spot learns that Race is the prince that he agrees.

The pair don’t quite get along at first as Race explains that it’s his brother, the King of Manhattan, who set off this winter and why. Race states he was going to marry a man he’d only just met that day. Spot is concerned and a bit frightened at this and Race gets offended, telling him that he knew it was love.

Spot asks him if maybe Race just hadn’t had much affection or attention growing up and was maybe desperate for that now. Race doesn’t have the chance to answer before they realize they’ve stumbled upon a pack of wolves.

The pair are chased over a cliff. Spot saves Race’s life by putting Race on Coffee Bean and sending them across to the other side of the small canyon. Spot jumps off his own sleigh, letting it crash and almost falling to his own death. Race grabs him just before he can, saving his life and calling it even.

Race says he understands if Spot doesn’t want to help him. But Spot states that he has to, otherwise Race will surely lead himself into his own death. The pair walk along together, getting a bit more acquainted with each other as they stumble across someone else.

Someone that scares them both out of their minds.

A boy made of ice.

Race doesn’t recognize the boy at first, though the boy knows him by name and immediately wants to hug him. It’s only after that that Race realizes this is Crutchie, the “snowman” that he and Jack used to build when they were kids. He asks how this is possible and Crutchie doesn’t truly understand the question.

Race takes in the fact that this boy looks so real and lifelike, complete with a crutch made of ice beneath his right arm. Crutchie says that Jack always wanted him to be able to walk like they do, so he made him a crutch.

They take Crutchie with them on their journey, Spot realizing how similar this snowman is to Race and Race not quite making the connection.

Eventually, with Crutchie’s help, they stumble onto Jack’s castle. Race asks Spot, Bean and Crutchie to stay outside while he talks to Jack alone. Spot is worried, asking Race if he’s sure Jack wouldn’t hurt him. Race says he is and goes in, admiring the beauty of the castle and walking up the stairs to find his brother, looking at peace with himself.

That peace is disrupted the second he sees Race.

He asks Race to leave him, that he’s better off without him and so is Manhattan. He says that he doesn’t want to hurt Race again. Race asks him what he meant and Jack can’t explain. He just tells Race to go.

But Spot and Crutchie come in.

Jack is shocked at the sight of Crutchie, alive. He asks how that's possible and Crutchie just tells him that he built him and gave him life as innocently as is ever possible because Crutchie is an innocent, naive being.

Race begs him to just come back down the mountain with him, explaining that Jack set off an eternal winter. Jack is horrified by this, explaining to Race that he doesn’t know how to stop it and Race says they can figure it out together and they can become as close as they once were when they were both just children.

Snow starts to fall inside the castle as the storm around Jack swirls harder at this newfound panic. He tries to beg Race to run again, but Race won’t and Jack lashes out accidentally, striking Race in the heart with his magic.

Spot finally intervenes, grabbing Race and pulling him away as Jack forces them out with a snow monster who forces them to jump from a cliff.

Race is upset and angry, but all Spot can focus on is the fact that the other boy's hair is beginning to turn white, more than just the original stripe that had been there. Race is a bit horrified at this but Spot seems to know that it’s because Jack struck him.

He immediately leads Race away and towards a part of the forest that’s somewhat familiar to Race. He’s greeted by The Hidden Folk which he reveals is his adoptive family. His mother comes out to greet him, a Medda, and she’s ecstatic at the sight of Race, believing Spot brought him home to marry him.

Race tries to keep up with the chatter around him as these people ask him all kinds of questions, but eventually he realizes that he seems to be freezing from the inside out and becomes fatigued, falling into Spot’s arms as Kloppman comes out to greet them.

He takes Race in his arms like he had all those years ago and says that the boy’s heart has begun to freeze and only an act of true love can save him. Spot takes him into his arms and wraps his own coat around him, trying to warm him up as he gets him onto Coffee Bean’s back. He cradles Race to him, trying to keep him warm as he promises to get Race back to Drake, his true love.

Meanwhile, Drake and the guards of Manhattan begin to worry about their young prince. They ask the acting leader if they might go out to look for him. Drake says he’s going too and leads the search.

Wiesel takes two of his guards aside and explains to them that should they encounter the monster, they kill him on sight.

They hike up into the mountains and find Jack’s castle, finding the young king in a haze. He’s frantically pacing his castle, knowing he’d struck Race but not knowing how bad it was. He wanted to know where his brother was and he wanted to protect him.

He contemplated putting an end to himself. Maybe it would end the winter. Maybe it wouldn’t. But one thing was for sure, he couldn’t continue to hurt anyone if he was dead.

He only dismisses the thought after he remembers how badly their parents' deaths affected Racer. He never wanted to put him through that. Though he believes he may be a monster, he continues on, trying to figure out what to do.

(Omg can you imagine Jeremy singing “Monster”? Ugh <3)

Once Jack hears the guards in his castle, he knows at least some of them are there to hurt him. So he tries to protect himself. He almost kills the ones that were sent to destroy him, but Drake reasons with him, telling him they already believe he’s a monster and that would only make it worse. So Jack stops.

But one of the guards, though pinned down by Jack’s ice, raises a weapon at him, ready to shoot. Drake rushes to save him, redirecting the thing up at the ceiling, causing the thing to fall.

Jack barely makes it out of the way before being crushed, but suffers a head injury, rendering him unconscious.

Jack wakes up in a prison cell in the basement of the castle, shooting up when he sees a window on the opposite wall. He stands off the bed to try and rush to it, only to find his hands encased in metal cuffs that were chained to the wall behind him.

He’s not angry. He’s just scared.

Drake comes down into his cell and Jack begs him to just let him go, that he is a danger to his own kingdom and it would be better for everyone if he were to just leave. He tells Drake to get Tyler James.

Drake tells him that Race has yet to return. This only caused the room to get closer as frost spreads on the walls.

Meanwhile, Spot and Crutchie are in the ride of their lives trying to get Race back to Manhattan.

Once they arrive at the castle, Race is greeted by the palace guards who take him and tell Spot he’s not allowed to come with him and he must leave. Spot tries to push past them, realizing that this boy has grown on him quite a bit. But eventually, he agrees to leave as long as Race is safe.

Crutchie, however, sneaks around the back of the castle and blends right in with the snow, letting himself into the castle.

Race is handed off to Drake who scoops him up and holds him close, taking him into a secluded room where Race begs him to save him. Drake smiles at a Race and pets his white hair back, telling him how naive he is. He then puts out the fire in the room and explains to the boy how he never cared about him in the least, it was the kingdom he was after.

He’d come to Manhattan in attempts to win over Jack, but Race just fell right into his lap. Drake planned to marry Tyler and poison Jack in attempts to take the crown. Trying to insult the man, Race tells him that he never would’ve been good enough for Jack anyway. Drake just laughs at him and takes away any semblance of warmth the boy had promising that he’d die soon and Jack would be joining him.

Race tries to hurt the man, but is too weak and is locked in the room all alone, left for dead.

He curls up on the ground, freezing as he lets himself cry.

Jack paces his cell, trying to figure out what to do. He has to find Race. He knows he’s in trouble. He doesn’t know what kind of trouble. But he knows his brother needs help.

Without even thinking, his cuffs are frozen. It isn’t until Jack hears them crackle that he knows what he has to do.

He breaks them by banging them on the wall and uses his magic to break a whole through the barred window. And he runs off to try and find his brother.

Drake tells the dignitaries of the castle that Race has died in his arms, but not before they were able to exchange wedding vows, leading them to believe that Drake was the only suitable leader they had left. He orders Jack’s immediate execution on the charge of treason.

It’s only then that it is revealed Jack escaped.

Race can’t move anymore. He accepts death, though he doesn’t want to. He knows he can’t save himself. He’s alone.

But someone opens the door from the outside.

It’s Crutchie.

Crutchie rushes to him and hugs him, revealing that Jack made him to be a mix of the both of them after Race tells him Crutchie’s hugs reminded him so much of Jack.

Crutchie builds him a fire which warms Race up, if only a little, as Race cries that Jack was right, that he knew nothing about love. Crutchie hugs him and tells him that’s okay. Because he knows all about love. He tells Race that love was what Spot felt for him and he showed it by leaving Race forever in the hopes that it would be what saved him.

Crutchie starts to melt by the fire and Race tells him he has to get out of there, but realizes that if Spot does love him, there’s still a chance he could be saved.

So Crutchie and Race set out to find Spot, out in the never ending blizzard. Race can hardly walk, but he manages.

Drake sets out to find Jack at the same moment, finding him in the middle of the fjord, looking around wildly for his brother in a panicked daze. Drake lies to him, telling him that Race returned from the mountain weak and cold. He tells him that he tried to save the boy, but his skin was ice and his hair turned white. He tells Jack that Race was dead.

He tells Jack that Race was dead because of him.

Jack falls to the ground in agony and everything goes still. The snow freezes in place in the air and the wind stops blowing and Jack sobs out, in physical and emotional pain at the loss of his only family and the only thing that had given him hope that things would get better.

Race is relieved when the winds stop and he can finally see Spot. He can hardly keep moving, but he tries his best to make it to the man.

It’s when he’s only a few feet away that he sees him. His brother, sobbing on his knees whilst Drake holds a sword above his head.

Race looks between him and Spot and shakes his head, pushing himself forward as he steps defiantly in between his brother and the sword, raising up his hand and screaming just as the ice takes over his body.

The sword hits him just as everything goes white and he’s frozen in place.

The sword shatters and Drake is thrown backwards.

And Race lets out one more breath.

Not understanding, Jack looks up to see the sixteen year old standing above him, completely encased in ice.

And all he can do is scream his brother's name as he pushes himself up.

He doesn’t care that everyone’s watching. He hardly even notices. But Race looks so scared in the place he was frozen. Not scared for his own life. Scared for Jack’s.

The king can hardly touch him. His hands hover over the boy’s crystallized face for a long while as he mutters out please for it all to just be a nightmare.

Eventually, he collapses against his baby brother, hugging him even though he knows Race won’t hug him back. And he just sobs.

It’s a long moment that people mourn for their young prince. Jack can’t take it. He’s terrified of being all alone, without this boy.

But the boy’s heart began to melt the second he’d been frozen in the first place.

Jack doesn’t expect arms to circle around him, holding him tightly and fiercely. And all he can do is sob harder.

Jack doesn’t understand what’s happening. But Crutchie lights up. He repeats Kloppman’s words “an act of true love can thaw a frozen heart”.

Race smiles and tells Jack that he loves him as they cling to each other.

It’s only then that Jack seems to understand what he needs to do. And slowly he lets go of the boy, looking around raising up his arms, watching in amazement as the ice lifts off the ground and the snow disappears.

They rise on a ship in the fjord, as people watch them, some of them happy, others still skeptical.

Jack makes Crutchie his own personal flurry to keep him from melting and Crutchie rushes to give him a hug.

Drake gets up and tries to find his sword, Jack gets angry, almost marching up to him to give him a piece of his mind. But Race stops him, walking up to Drake on his own and punching him square in the nose, sending him overboard into the ice cold water.

The Duke of Weselton is sent away and told he’s no longer welcome in Manhattan, and Drake is put under arrest and transported back to his own kingdom to face the consequences of his actions.

Jack stands in front of his people with his brother by his side, telling them that Manhattan is his home, and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do to protect it and them. He tells them that he is their king and while some of them don’t like that he’s different, that doesn’t change the fact that he’s their leader.

There’s still some that want him executed, that think he’s not worthy of being their king. But most of his kingdom accepts him when they see Race standing so loyally by his side.

Jack wraps his pinky around his little brother’s and they stand there together.

Later, Race grabs Spot and tells him he’s got a surprise for him, leading him to a new sleigh and telling him that the king has declared him official palace ice master, to which Spot replies is a made up position, but thanks Race anyways, telling him he loves it and picking the boy, twirling him around before he kisses him.

Embarrassed and a bit shy, they both pull away. But Race smiles and rolls his eyes before turning back to him and pulling him in for another kiss before leading him towards the castle where Jack has invited anyone and everyone who wants to to go ice skating in the middle of summer.

It’s a party.

Two thirds of the kingdom shows up and Jack places his hands on the ground, letting a layer of ice cover it catching Race as he almost slides to the ground.

Race, Spot, Crutchie, Jack and Coffee Bean stay close after that, becoming their own little family unit.

And all is well with the world.

That is, before Jack begins hearing voices.

Alright, that was a long one, but one well worth it because I love this story so freaking much!

If anyone would like to read the outline for a Frozen 2 AU, just go ahead and leave me an ask! And to see any scenes fully written out from this one or any other AU’s I’ve previously written, go ahead and slip me an ask for those too, I’d love to write them!

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imagine-what-would-happen · 4 years

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Since the Beginning (Ben Solo Fan Fiction Part 4)

Alright its finally here guys! Thank you all so much for your patience and those of you who cheered me along to get this done! It honestly means the world to me. Enjoy!

Words: 3.1k+

Warnings: Feelings of not being able to breathe/ panic attack.

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Tags: @bensoloslover

It was the sound of nature that slowly awoke young Solo. There were soft buzzing sounds, the echoes of a few animals fighting further away. It quickly dawned on him that he had fallen asleep looking at the stars. He couldn’t remember the last time he had done that. It was only the middle of the night, he took one last look at the constellations above him before standing himself up. He stretched his arms high into the air with a soft groan. Slowly he tried to make his way back to camp, it was more than fairly dark so he tried to keep a hand just barely reached out as he moved forward with caution. There were a few moments when he would trip on a few risen roots or stub his foot on a boulder - he figured that part was fair with how he treated the boulder earlier.

Soon enough he finally heard the voices of the Resistance members. He sighed in relief, for once he was happy to be near them. He could only take being alone for so long. There were a few bonfires throughout the camp, with only a few stragglers left on their feet and awake. It had seemed that mostly everyone had made their way in for the night. There truly was a sense of family here, he was happy that Rosa had this, she deserved it; even though he sincerely wished she would let him protect her. Ben moved closer to one of the bonfires, it had no one near and he thought it would be better than to go to another one and make someone uncomfortable with his presence.

The flickering flame immediately warmed in and he let out a little sigh of relief, sleeping in the grass near the cliff was beautiful, but it was quite breezy. Now that the warmth of the fire was washing over him, enveloping him into a soothing embrace he felt sleep crawling back to him, slowly but surely. It was only then that he had realized that he wasn’t made aware of where he was supposed to sleep... perhaps they didn’t care and they would just let him sleep on the ground. He bit his lip, he had thought that at least Rosa would have helped him out. With a long sigh he knelt down by the fire, to the ground we go again, he thought to himself.

Ben stretched out, then went on his side, his arm tucked underneath his head as a cushion. He was sure he would have back problems tomorrow. After a few moments of having his eyes closed he heard a few crunches behind him of someone walking. He swore, if they tripped over him or bothered him in the slightest way he would find his lightsaber.

“For the love of god Ben, get up and stop trying to look pathetic.” With a quick turn he was up on his elbows looking up at his mother.

“Trying to look pathetic?” He questioned with a raised eyebrow. “Whatever would give you that idea.” He stood himself up, wiping dirt off his pants.

“You’re literally sleeping in front of a fire on the ground, you look like someone just ran over your dog. Now come on.” She rolled her eyes and began walking away.

Ben was taken aback but then relinquished to follow his mother through the camp. “Where are we going?” He jogged over to her.

“I will not have my son sleeping in the dirt. Everyone here has a bed and we take pride in that.” Leia made her way into a small building, it looked as if it was made just recently, it was on the outskirts of the camp. “Here is where the upper ranks have their meetings,” She gestured to a small room on one side of the hallway, the walked further down and he saw more rooms. “and this is where they each make their home. We have a few extra rooms for any newbies who come before we can make a bed for them.” She stopped in front of a room at the end of the hall. “This is going to be your room, and it could be yours permanently if you decide to stay with us.” Leia searched his eyes.

“Leia I-” Ben began but quickly stopped when his mother gave him a look.

“Ben, I know I wasn’t there for you when you needed me as a child.” She looked away with a sigh and then back at him. “What I do know though, is that my crew stripping your Silencer to the mere skeleton won’t stop you from getting off this planet, you’re stubborn like that, but also devilishly smart.” She smiled and touched his cheek. Ben couldn’t help but lean into her touch, he had missed her so much. “The decision has to be yours. I have faith that you’ll make the right one.”

Ben pressed his lips together hard as his mother pulled away and made her way back up the hallway. He ran a hand through his hair then opened the door to his room just as another opened “Leia!” It was Rosa, in a long t-shirt and shorts. She looked up and down the hallway from her doorway. “Damn it...” She muttered then saw Ben. He met her eyes and she gave him a pained look before beginning to close her door.

“Wait!” He ran over and tried to put his boot between the door and the frame but ended up letting his foot get hurt, he quickly retreated it. “Ow..” He muttered and held his foot.

Rosa didn’t completely shut the door. She held it open just to peak her head through. “You deserved that.” She muttered, looking on at a pained Solo then opened her door further, “How bout you tell me what happened to the boy I knew?”

Ben’s eyes met hers and a small smile formed. “If I do that then you have to get me ice” He couldn’t help but smirk.

“Its a deal.” Rosa rolled her eyes and laughed, gesturing for him to come inside, reaching out a hand to help him.

Ben took her hand and hopped into the room on his good foot. The both of them were laughing, perhaps more than they should have with the time of night it was.

Rosa’s room was simple. Her bed on one side of the room, a few piles of clothes against one wall, and then some items on a small stand by her bed, they seemed to be important. “You can go sit on the bed,” She mumbled softly, obviously feeling out of place saying that to him, then made her way back to the door, “I’ll be right back”. She left him with one last smile before she closed the door behind her.

Ben looked around the room. More or less, this is what he always pictured Rosa’s room to be like. Simple, only keeping things of necessity and items that meant something to her. Gently Ben moved over to the side of her bed where the little items were.

He saw a necklace of bright beads, seemed to be from some sort of festival or celebration. A bright red ribbon that was tied into the size of a bracelet. A few different types of stones, they seemed to either be from different ecosystems or even different planets. Lastly was a note. Ben was beyond tempted to unfold it but instead kept his hands clasped together in his lap. He heard the door opening and he quickly made his way to his earlier spot.

“Alright.” Rosa came over and put the ice on Ben’s ankle. “Start talking, Solo”.

Ben studied her eyes. How could he tell her that it was because of her that he left his entire family behind and joined the evilest people in the entire universe. “Where do you want me to start?” He whispered.

“The last day...” She bit her lip. “I don’t know what happened after that day... When we didn’t finish talking about your question.”

Ben took in a sharp breath and looked away. “Did you already know by then?” He questioned.

She tilted her head. “Know about what?” Rosa whispered.

“All of it!” His voice broke and he quickly looked away ashamed. “Who I was... My mother... What the Force was...? I just... I’m so confused.” He put his fingers to the back of his head, wrapping around his dark locks.

“Ben.” She sighed. “That was the day that I met your mother. She snuck up behind me and scared me and I got scared, so I lost the connection with you.” She crossed her legs and put her elbows on her knees, resting her head on her hands. “I knew something or another of the Force. I had heard rumours and when I was a child, one thing lead to another and soon I realized I could move things without touching them, and I could tell people what to do. It was really just shallow uses of the power. I did what I wanted with it.” She looked away ashamed. “I didn’t help anyone but myself.” She paused. “I was alone out there. I didn’t have anyone.”

“Rosa, you don’t have to justify what you did to me” He whispered.

She put up a hand to stop him and sniffled. “I’m not trying to justify it... Its just what it is.” She looked back to him. “That was the day when we last spoke. The day I met your mother.” She got up and sat next to him on the bed, she nuzzled her head onto his shoulder. “Why did you leave?” She whispered.

Ben slowly put his arm around her waist, gently rubbing his thumb against a bit of skin that was appearing from under her shirt. “You’re going to hate me for saying it.” He held her close. It was so nice to have her in his arms. They fit just right together, even when they touched through the Force, he could tell. It was right, they were right together. That had to be why they were connecting through the Force. There were others out there that were Force sensitive. They hadn’t connected to him. There had to be a reason why it happened to them.

“Tell me.” She pulled her head off his shoulder and looked into his eyes.

He raised his hand and touched her cheek ever so gently, he was so careful. “You were gone. I couldn’t understand why. I was scared I was never going to see you again. I thought something had happened to you” He sniffled softly. “You’re my family, you were all I had... and I had no way of knowing what happened. You just disappeared. I waited for a while, because there was always time between when we would see each other but after weeks went by, and then it was months.” He looked away. “God I was losing it... and then that night happened with Luke...” He looked over to her, he could tell she was confused.

“Wow... Leia really didn’t tell you anything, did she?” He shook his head. “I guess she did both of us dirty.” He smirked, but it was painful. “Good to know he didn’t only treat him like crap when he was younger.” He bit his lip as Rosa held his hand, he had to hold back a shiver.

“Luke... he...” He sighed. “I don’t know. I woke up right now and he was standing over me with his lightsaber turned on.” A tear dropped down his face. “I didn’t know what was happening... I just knew that he looked at me like I was a monster who he had to destroy... He was going to get rid of me.” Another tear. “Thats when I understood that I didn’t have anyone. I was alone.” He was shaking slightly.

Rosa took in a sharp breath. “Oh my god... Ben. I had no idea... Why..?” She shook her head and looked so confused.

“I don’t know why he did it... I never really got the chance to ask ya know?” He let out a breath. “I brought out my lightsaber, defending myself and next thing I knew, I brought the roof down on both of us. I left after that and I didn’t look back.” He stared at the wall. “No one even tried to come get me or reach out... It was like I never meant anything to anyone.” He gulped then felt a drop on his ankle. The ice had melted.

He stood up and cleared his throat. “We should call it a night. Thank you for everything.” He held the ice in hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He left before Rosa could say a word.

Quickly and quietly he locked himself into his room. He was breathing heavily, gripping his chest through his sweater. He started pacing. Flashes of his past ripping into his mind. He couldn’t get their faces out of his mind.

His mother and father’s faces when they would leave him. The faces of his classmates looking at him like he was less than. Rosa’s face the last time she saw him, looking scared beyond belief. Luke’s anger glaring above him while he was in his cot. The faces of strangers obviously judging him aboard the Supremacy when he first came aboard... Rosa’s face when she realized he was working on the Dark side.

He ripped his sweater off. He couldn’t breathe. Pacing. Pacing. What was he going to do? What could he do? He was alone... Rosa didn’t care about him... she didn’t come looking for him, no one had.

He sat on the ground, his back against the bed. He tried to control his breathing. Breathe in... breathe out. That’s all he could do. He shut his eyes tightly. Calm down, he wished as hard as he could. Sweat rushing down his neck, inching his way down the skin of his back. He shivered, keeping his eyes closed.

He invited sleep to take him over. His body going limp, crooked against the bed.

The sounds of construction, engines, discussions, these were all the death of Ben’s sleep. Rubbing his eyes, he groaned as he pulled himself up from his uncomfortable position against the bed. He had stayed the rest of the night on the ground. Looking out his window he figured it was early morning at best. He had probably gotten only a few bitter hours of sleep, it was like he was back on the Supremacy already.

He got himself up and walked over to the door opening it, as he was about to take his step outside he felt himself kick a few clothes over. Someone had left him a pile of fresh clothes. All of them would last him at least a few more days. Someone obviously had hope that he would be around for a while. Bending down he picked them up and shut the door, getting changed.

When Ben finally emerged from the building he was wearing what could be recognized as Resistance clothes. He felt uncomfortable, like he was playing some sort of demented version of dress up. “Okay, you’ve got this” He mumbled under his breath.

He noticed everyone gathering around the middle of the camp, it looked like someone was giving a speech. Carefully he made his way over, making sure to stay in the back. Everyone here had fun often, it was obvious, but when it became time to get your shit together, there was no insolence. As Leia continued talking he saw that no eyes moved from her, she was their centre of attention. She really did have them wrapped around her finger.

“Thus, our mission will take place today. We’ve already set up two crews to go out and get our supplies. If everything goes according to plan we should be stocked for another month at least.” She smiled tightly; he could tell she was nervous. “Now I will leave you all in the more than capable hands of our commander, Rosa”. She stepped away.

There were a few hollers and people clapping their hands. Rosa was smiling as she stepped up to the front. “Okay, okay, settle down.” She smirked at a last holler; Ben rolled his eyes. She had begun talking but he couldn’t get himself to actually pay attention to what she was saying.

He wouldn’t let his eyes leave her; he was in awe of the way she held control over the people here. He could tell she had spoken to them multiple times before; she was probably the rallying cry they needed in times of hardship. She knew how to pull their attention, make them feel alive. He was entranced by her.

He had decided that he was going to be on that mission. She was the one leading it. He was going to show her how capable he was, make her realize that she wanted him in her life. He may not be in love with the resistance, but he knew how he felt about her.

Once Rosa was finished talking and the crowd dispersed Ben made his way over to his mother. He began walking next to her. “Thanks for the wakeup call” He looked dead ahead.

“Ben, I may be your mother, but I’m not your alarm clock. You’re a grown man, you get up by yourself. I’m a general first right now.” Leia stated matter of factly.

Ben tried not to show his pain from what she said, “You’ve always been a general first.” He shrugged as if it was nothing, “But that’s not important right now.” He stopped and stood in front of her to get her full and undivided attention. “I want in on that mission” He stated eagerly.

Leia smiled warmly and simply stated “No.” She tapped his chest gently then made her way around him to keep walking.

“Leia come on.” Ben kept walking with her. “You want me to help, don’t you? You want me to stay?” He searched her eyes when she stopped walking.

She sighed. “Can you honestly tell me you’re not going to try to sabotage the mission, try to run off - maybe steal the shuttle? Or will you get into a fight with one of my people?” She watched him intensely.

“Ben, each person here has to earn their place. You’re no exception. You want to help? Go fix a few of the supply droids.” She gestured to a shed they were kept in and then walked off.

“Damn it.” Ben muttered but nevertheless made his way over. “His mother knew that he took after his grandfather in being a handyman. He was good at fixing mostly anything he came in contact with. Thats why it irritated him so much more when it came to people or situations he couldn’t fix in a few hours with a tool box.

Rolling up his sleeves, the young Solo with Skywalker blood began working.

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guardiankarenterrier · 4 years

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ask meme: we are golden by mika and lukadrigaminette please!

(for this ask meme)

(my ao3)

Marinette finds Adrien lounging in the crow’s nest, sprawling in a strip of sunlight in a way that absolutely cannot be safe. Plagg’s ears are just barely visible in the hood of Adrien’s Kitty Section jacket- ever since Luka had given him that jacket, Marinette hasn’t seen a trace of his old overshirt, so she’s glad Plagg’s made himself so comfortable so quickly.

She only hesitates a moment before she joins them.

“Hey,” Adrien greets her drowsily, not bothering to get up. Or move. “Anyone figure out where Rose and Juleka got to?"

"They weren’t on the ship,” Marinette says, dryly. Tikki giggles.

“Oh." Adrien does blink at that, sitting up more only to very deliberately fall into her side. "Whoops."

Marinette shoves at him, playfully, in a way she wouldn’t have dared a week or two before. "We went back and got them, kitty."

Adrien makes a complicated face. "I kinda liked the idea of it being just us."

"Anarka is still here,” Marinette reminds him. “What with the Liberty being her home. You know, like it’s Rose and Juleka’s home? We really had to go back for them."

Adrien mutters something, reminding her of nothing so much as a grumpy cat.

Marinette gentles her voice. Adrien has a right to be worried, after all. "Don’t worry, no one saw us. Anarka only stopped long enough for them to get on."

Adrien cracks one eye open, then the other, blinking slowly.

"I’m sure no one saw us,” Marinette repeats, because he seems like he needs it repeated. She notices Tikki burying herself back into her purse, but she doesn’t think anything of it. “Even if they did, they probably don’t realise the Liberty is seaworthy."

"I am not convinced it is,” Kagami says from just below them, making Marinette jump before she can help herself. Plagg’s ears vanish into Adrien’s jacket at the same time.

She should be used to people sneaking up on her, after all this time partnered with Adrien, but somehow Kagami is still able to take her by surprise.

It’s so much more frustrating that Kagami clearly isn’t trying to do it.

“Hey,” Marinette calls down to Kagami, glancing around the crow’s nest and trying to judge if there’s space.

There’s not, really, but that’s never stopped them before.

She shrugs out from under Adrien long enough to fold her arms over the edge of the crow’s nest, looking down at Kagami and spotting Luka emerging from below decks. “Hey, come join us!”

Luka raises his eyebrows as he looks up at them. “Pretty sure there’s a rule about there only being one person up there at a time.”

“Pretty sure your mom’s allergic to rules,” Marinette points out, raising her eyebrows right back. “Get up here."

"I didn’t say it was Mom’s rule." Luka’s already climbing, though, with Kagami right behind him, so Marinette pays that exactly as much attention as it deserves. Which is none.

Adrien tugs her back down against his side, letting out a very quiet purr before the others can reach them.

"Adrien,” Marinette says, very cautiously, and he makes a face at her. He clearly tries to stop purring, but he’s not very successful.

“I still think they know anyway,” he mutters, ducking his head long enough to brush his bangs across her arm. It’s not quite the full-on head bump he’ll do when they’re alone, but it’s verging very close to it.

Marinette sighs, her heart aching. “We still shouldn’t confirm it."

"We could consider it." He doesn’t move. "No more Hawkmoth. No one’s gonna let him out of jail anytime soon. Right?”

Now he’s stopped purring.

“Adrien-” Marinette reaches for him at that, but Kagami and Luka have reached them, so she bites down hard on any of the things she wants to say. She’ll find the time. She’s not sure how, since there’s not a whole lot of privacy on a ship the size of the Liberty to begin with and it’s really not designed for long trips with seven people (and assorted kwami), but she’ll make time somehow.

Luka drops down to join the two of them right away, jostling them slightly when he can’t quite fit his guitar into the impromptu cuddle pile, but Kagami only stands above them awkwardly.

Marinette reaches for her, as much as she can with both Adrien and Luka in the way. “It’s warmer down by us, you know."

"Warmer,” Kagami echoes, and then shakes her head, hard, and takes a seat at the edge of the crow’s nest. Her knees are in contact with Adrien’s shoulder, though, and that might be the best they can hope for yet.

Adrien has always been too touch-starved to care about decorum, assuming he would have in the first place, and while Luka sometimes has to draw away and take time for himself he’s not terribly shy about it either. Kagami alone of them is still wary of too much physical contact.

Kagami alone of all of them could potentially face consequences for running off the way they have.

Marinette told her parents ahead of time (though not far enough ahead of time for them to stop her. They’d been enthusiastic about the trip, though, even if Marinette had left out some pertinent details). Luka’s mom is not exactly in a position to be upset. Adrien’s dad is… not currently able to prevent him. Neither is Nathalie, and while she’s pretty sure he did tell the Gorilla where he was going it’s been a long time now since the Gorilla’s made even a token attempt to stop them.

Adrien has every reason to take off with them for the summer and no reason to stay. Penny and Jagged helped him find someone to manage the estate once Marinette had figured out a discreet way to ask them, and there’s no one else living at the mansion anymore. Marinette strongly suspects Adrien isn’t planning on going back to it himself.

She doesn’t think he’ll be able to without being far too aware of Hawkmoth’s lair beneath his feet.

(After the battle, after they’d gotten somewhere safe and private and detransformed, he’d stayed pressed against her side as he held Plagg and shook for the better part of an hour. She thinks the idea that Hawkmoth could have so easily gotten his hands on his kwami might actually have scared him more than his father being Hawkmoth, and that itself is frightening).

“We’ve already lost sight of the shore,” Kagami observes, a strange note in her voice that seems divided between hope and fear. Adrien’s running away just as much as she is, but Kagami’s mother is fully capable of trying to find her again.

Trying. Luka hadn’t offered up the Liberty for no reason.

“The Liberty’s faster than you’d think,” Luka offers now, getting up only to move to a position where he can bring his guitar around to start letting his fingers play idly over the strings. He hums occasionally, trying on and discarding various songs. “And I heard that, by the way. She’s seaworthy."

"Is that wordplay?" Kagami asks him, suspicion in her voice as her hand twitches towards the hilt of a sword she doesn’t have.

She could have brought it. Marinette very much doubts that Anarka would have cared.

She doesn’t think Kagami would have believed that, though.

"It’s not wordplay,” Luka assures her, fingers dancing faster as he finds his song. “We’ve taken her out on the ocean before. She may not look like she can handle it, but trust me, we’ll be fine. Might be hard for us to reach anyone else, but we’ll be fine."

Tikki must have phased through her purse and into her shirt at some point, because Marinette feels her kwami press against her side at that even as the guilt wells up. She really shouldn’t be taking four of the heroes out to sea at once, but Nino knows how to reach them if there really is an emergency. They can still transform. They still have their water power-ups if they really need them.

What they’d really needed for themselves was a break.

A break, and time for Adrien to try and figure out what he’s going to do now.

(Marinette knows for a fact that she, Luka, Nino, and even Chloé have all already offered him places to stay. She’d found out after they’d made their plans to go with Anarka for the summer that Kim and Max and Alix had all offered, too. Nathaniel had apologised for not having enough space, but that turned out to be because he already had Marc living with him. The class members who couldn’t give Adrien a place had all tried to help him find one.

She’d found him crying in the locker room at the end of the day, too overwhelmed by everyone’s unexpected kindness to try and make a decision. In the end it was the idea of taking Kagami with them that decided him on the Liberty).

Luka’s voice finds the words he wants the same way his hands have found the notes he wants. "Teenage dreams in a teenage circus, running around like a clown on purpose-"

”Hey,“ Adrien says, but he tilts his head towards Luka’s playing. Marinette’s sure if he were transformed his ears would be trained on Luka.

Luka leans back with a faint twitch to his smile and keeps singing. ”-who gives a damn about the family you come from? No givin’ up when you’re young and you want-“ Luka does stumble for a moment, fingers slipping for the barest part of a second. ”-One.“

Kagami leans closer to Marinette. "I think he changed something."

"I think he did,” Marinette agrees, amused, though she doesn’t know the song well enough to know what Luka could have changed.

“Do you want me to play or not?” Luka asks with a laugh. He clearly tries to still his hands, but he can’t seem to make himself stop playing entirely.

“Looks like it doesn’t entirely matter if we do or not." Adrien’s voice is drowsy again. He’s been taking a lot of naps since that last battle, but Marinette can’t blame him. She’s not all that sure where he’s been sleeping between now and then, considering how much he’s been trying to avoid the mansion. If he’d actually gone to any of their classmates she thinks she’d have heard something by now.

She likes knowing where he is a lot better.

"I can stop anytime,” Luka announces, with the air of someone who’s well aware they’re lying.

“No, you can’t,” Kagami tells him anyway.

“No, I can’t,” Luka agrees, laughing. He leans back and looks up at the sky, shading his eyes against the midday sun with one hand. There are clouds about to drift across it, but Luka winces and drops his hand to his guitar again, having looked too soon. “You wouldn’t want me to anyway."

Adrien stirs, resting one hand over his side in a way Marinette recognises as the nervous tic he’s developed to protect Plagg. His eyes crack open and she realises for the first time that he actually had started to fall asleep again.

He’s been taking a lot of naps. She doesn’t think he’s been staying asleep for very long.

(She still hasn’t asked him about his mother. She doesn’t know how to ask. She’s not sure that she should).

Adrien sits up slightly now, one hand hovering over Plagg and the other reaching for Marinette. "What’s our schedule like, anyway?"

Luka cocks an eyebrow at him, ignoring the distant sound of Rose and Juleka making their way onto the deck. "Our what?"

The cloud cover vanishes as the breeze picks up, carrying the scent of salt, but the sun that shines through pales in comparison to Adrien’s answering smile.

#asks and answers #miraculous ladybug #my fanfiction #anonymous #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #kagami tsurugi #luka couffaine #lukadrigaminette #gabriel agreste's a+ parenting #post reveal #post hawkmoth reveal #post hawkmoth defeat #tomoe tsurugi's a+ parenting #ive gone right back around to liberty!adrien even with kagami here too #also: oh no this is a terrible/wonderful song to let me learn oh no

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onmywaytobe · 4 years

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Rejected Lines From My WIP

In celebration of my WIP Descendants of the Earth nearly being done, I’m going to be posting lines that I cut from the book as I was editing that I wanted to do something with. Most of the time, they were OOC, or they were too repetitive, or too purple prose-y.

So here they are for you to enjoy! Hope this is enough to whet your appetite while you wait for me to publish it somewhere y’all can read it... some of these are pretty wacky out of context so I guess you’ll have to just stay tuned for the final book so you can find out wtf is going on

Chapter 1

He hated the feeling. It happened to him often enough that he was used to it, but that didn’t make him like it any more.

Chapter 3

There was no sound but the crickets and the occasional frog as his friend disappeared into the deepening gloom.

Chapter 5

He was having enough fun that he had nearly been able to get his mind off of his father. He thought back to all of the long, sudden “business trips” Sam would take and wondered how many other missions he’d gone on for Brian Percival.

Chapter 9

He caught Margot and Logan’s voices the most, but couldn’t make out what they said. Owen started to worry. Am I dying? he wondered.

Chapter 11

They resembled little more than an undershirt and a loose pair of shorts, both cut from odd tan fabric. Cam of course looked like a model with all his bulging muscles, and Owen felt slightly self-conscious next to him, though less so when he looked at the other boys who wore the same thing.

Chapter 12

Cam gestured down to his leg, which was wrapped in a bandage made from fabric strips torn from his shirt. His toned stomach was now exposed, but that seemed a small price to pay for covering his burned flesh.

Chapter 13

Owen wasn’t completely sold on the idea, but as no one had a better one, they all began to prepare for an attack the following night.

Chapter 15

“Leave that to me,” Logan interjected. “I think I know a way around that.”

Owen frowned at Logan’s eagerness, but he supposed that if he were trying to prove his loyalty as a reformed bad guy he would also be eager for chances to help. The one thing that bothered him was that Logan hadn’t already gotten a car for them at the airport.

“Would you just tell us what the plan is already?” Owen said impatiently. “I wouldn’t keep interrupting if you just went a little faster,” he explained, seeing Margot was about to tell him off.

“I was just getting to it!” she exclaimed, but continued on a bit more quickly.

Cam looked slightly surprised that Owen was so confidently making a plan, and Owen was honestly a little surprised at himself, but he carried on.

Owen was starting to feel hopeful again, and it looked like Margot and Cam were feeling it too. Logan was the only one who still seemed dour, but that was his normal disposition.

Chapter 16

He felt like he could fly. He wanted to jump above the trees, touch the sun. He nearly tried, but common sense stopped him before he did anything too ridiculous. He had forgotten his mission and his friends, so absorbed was he with this newfound sensation of power.

There was altogether too much mountain behind him now.

It hit him in a sort of anticlimactic way how his life had become unbelievably strange.

Chapter 17

Owen wondered how he could take something so magical for granted. Yes, the sun went down every day, but what an exit it made! And every day would be different. Every sunset he saw was a sunset he had never seen before and would never see again. Something about this sunset hit him hard, left him feeling like his soul was gasping for breath. He felt reinvigorated to take on the world and keep on swinging.

Owen was unable to describe the sensation of Fire using words, he just knew that Cam was looking in the wrong place.

Chapter 18

But he’d made it this far; he wasn’t going to stop trying now. Mostly because he didn’t have much of a choice if he ever wanted to get back to civilization.

Chapter 19

When they had the ability to make anyone breathe underwater…

Owen turned away quickly to hide his grin. He didn’t want to scare Logan off with too much newfound camaraderie.

Now that they had stopped moving, Owen realized just how tired he was. The deep, heavy sort of tired that weighed down his bones. The sort of tired that pinned him down and when he blinked he forgot how to open his eyes for a moment. The trials of the last few days hit him all at once and he stumbled, grabbing onto Cam’s shoulder for support.

“I think we should rest,” he managed.

Cam nodded, drawing his arm across Owen’s waist to keep him upright. “Yeah, we can work out an escape plan tomorrow.” Margot didn’t look particularly tired, but she agreed nonetheless. Logan, too, was starting to fade, now that the adrenaline had worn off.

Cam helped Owen into the cave, and the moment his head hit the sand, he was out.

Chapter 20

They started back at camp. It was eerily quiet, none of the vibrant life and laughter that Owen had become accustomed to during his time there. He stood by the flagpole, turning in place to catch a glimpse of something, anything normal.

Lucas Mallory marched out of the dining hall, his footsteps echoing in the silence. He was wearing a long black cloak for some reason, and trailing behind him was Simon, who was looking much better than the last time he’d been with Owen. He was paler than usual, and his arm was wrapped in a sling, but he was upright. Clearly the Darkness had some kind of healing power over wounds inflicted by shades. Owen glared at the two of them and tried to go stomping over to confront them, but his feet felt glued in place. He was simply an observer, not allowed to interfere.

“Cabins! Roll call!” Lucas barked, his voice unnaturally amplified. Simon looked bored as campers hurried out of their cabins and stood in shaky lines. Owen had never realized how small a group of eighty kids could look until he saw them like this. He scowled as Lucas and Simon stalked down the lines. Most of the campers averted their eyes, but some, like Fabian, were giving the two of them death glares.

Owen’s heart leaped into his throat when he saw the Fire Head Boy. Fabian looked tired, and he had a black eye. The more he looked, the more Owen noticed campers with various injuries, more severe than the normal scrapes and bruises that came with balancing. He wasn’t left wondering why for very long– as Simon shoved an Earth boy roughly into place, someone with a bandaged hand stepped into his way. Lucas backhanded the boy, sending him sprawling to the ground. As he lifted himself to his feet, groaning, Owen recognized the boy as George.

“Careful, Mr. Evans,” Lucas Mallory purred. “You don’t want to end up like your friend Ms. Wallace, do you?”

Wallace? Owen didn’t know anyone with that last name. But as he looked around frantically, he realized that he didn’t see Diana anywhere. Oh no... What have they done to her?

Once again, Owen tried to pull himself free and rush towards Lucas and Simon as they continued through the ranks, but he was sucked into another dream.

He watched as several people in dark clothes ran past, trying to get away from a tornado that was hot on their heels. He was suddenly very glad that he and his friends never had to face anything like that to get the Air Ring, and realized what he was seeing was not in order.

One of the Darkness’s followers was unfortunate enough to be pulled into the sky with a scream, but another raised their hand and forced the tornado to take another path.

Chapter 21

It was one thing to go to the Darkness, and quite another for him to know they were there.

#dote #dote rewrite #my writing #owen #cam #margot #logan #long post #my favorite lines are the ones i cut bc i was too damn thirsty for cam lmao #also some of these are more like scenes and less like lines whoops #diana #simon #forgot they had tags too

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clarketomylexa · 4 years

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we were just kids when we fell in love pt. 2

The ski trip couldn’t have come at a better time. Lexa was facing the sad prospect of staying at Berkeley alone over Christmas until Anya pulled through with a chalet in the Swiss alps that a contact through her firm was giving her the keys to.

The only hitch is Clarke.

Who perhaps is less of a ‘hitch’ and more of a ‘girl she hasn’t seen in six months since she went to grad school on the East Coast leaving Lexa and the feelings she waited too long to realise behind.’

The ski trip au based on the video for Ed Sheeran’s Perfect

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Clarke has Lexa skiing confidently again by noon.

Similarly to when she invited her to Aspen two winters ago, Lexa falls the first time she attempts the slope and Clarke laughs at the powdered snow heaping up on the shelf of her goggles, shuffling over to brush it off with a gloved hand.

She’s running out of excuses to find herself in the brunette’s personal space but Lexa doesn’t seem to need excuses now and Clarke wishes she would just come out and say it.

Clarke’s decided Lexa will never be Octavia — who careens over the jumps on her snowboard at a rate of knots, leaving a trail of powder as the goes — but by late afternoon she is evidently hot enough to strip off her jacket and double-knot it around her waist, leaving her in her tight thermals and overalls. Clarke unzips her own windbreaker when she hands Lexa’s things back and lets it hang loose off her frame.

It gets dark early here. Where this morning had consisted of four straight hours of perfect sunshine, now the clouds dull the white glare and it snows.

“You want to go again?”

Lexa nods and pulls her goggles off, setting them on her forehead so that Clarke can see how she smiles, regardless of how badly her cheeks are chapped from the snow spray. They find the chair lift and hook their skis into the bottom, sitting and pulling the bar down into their laps. The metal is freezing against her and Clarke tucks her fingers into her sleeves to save off the chill, squinting against the snow as it buffets them in their perch halfway up the mountain.

“My Dad used to dare me to lick the pole when I was younger,” Clarke grins, blowing on her wind-chapped fingers to stave off the frost-bite. The fresh powder has worked its way beneath the elasticated hem of her gloves to melt in the tips of her fingers and she eventually decides to forgo them completely, tucking her hands under her armpits as she empties her mittens out into her lap.

“Let me guess,” Lexa drawls. “You had to be unstuck by search and rescue?”

Clarke sticks her tongue out at the memory. She doesn’t think Jake actually expected her to do it but she was even more stubborn at eight-years-old as she is now — she’s nothing if not his daughter — and the result was the chairlift being stopped for a full half-hour while red-suited men carefully pried her tongue free form the frozen metal and her mother watched on in slack-jawed horror.

They didn’t go back to Aspen the winter after that.

“You’re too smart for your own good,” Clarke accuses, giving Lexa the satisfaction of seeing her pout. It’s a strange thing to say because all she really wants to tell her is that she’s the dumbest law student in the world if she thinks she’s anywhere near as subtle as she thinks she is. “Just remember who has the power here. I could just as easily tell Octavia you wiped out the moment she set foot on the slope.”

She watches Lexa go red beneath her goggles, ducking her head in concession.

They take the slope again, slower this time because the visibility has taken a rapid downward spiral and by the time Lexa meets her at the bottom, she’s shivering to her bones. The big floodlights are on but the sun is nearly gone now. When the others join them, they make a unanimous decision to head back.

They hang their skis up outside the first place that looks warm and sells alcohol, peeling off their heavy jackets and unzipping their fleeces as they slide into a booth in the very back corner, far away from the karaoke machine and the already drunk group of girls pouring over the laminated book of songs.

Octavia has that eager glint in her eye that Clarke doesn’t like when she sees it — the one the says they aren’t leaving until they’ve covered every song in Destiny’s Child’s repertoire — but it reminds Clarke enough of undergrad that she doesn’t say anything.

Instead, she orders a beer, then another, then pitches in a couple of Francs when Raven declares she’s ordering a ShotSki from the bartender.

“This doesn’t look like a good idea,” Lexa whispers into the shell of her ear as a cheer goes up. She’s pressed so close to Clarke in the booth that Clarke can feel every bit of contact even through her fleece, like a set of little shocks that surge through her every time Lexa moves, making her heart beat fast and her adrenaline skyrocket.

“Anything is a good idea if you’re brave enough,” she fires back, watching Lexa’s brows shoot up.

From what, she doesn’t know, but it’s the sweetest thing she’s seen. She leans back a little bit against the back of the booth like she’s impressed at Clarke’s bravado and it’s the kind of posture that is dangerous.

There’s enough alcohol in her system now that, if they weren’t in a bar full of strangers, Clarke might just be brave enough to kiss her. She even imagines it as a single ski, the length of the table is placed down in front of them, five, little shot glasses lined up along it.

She would slide a hand under Lexa’s jaw first — the lightest touch, just a couple of fingers until she can see Lexa properly and steel herself enough to reach up to stroke a thumb over her bottom lip. Then she’d kiss her. She’d find the little bits of her hair that are damp from the melted snow and wind them through her fingertips and feel Lexa’s heartbeat flutter, warm and safe under her palm.

An elbow digs itself into her rib and her fantasy disappears from her so fast she can almost hear it leave — this harsh, fast woosh that echoes through her head and in her ears and she has to look over at Lexa — who stares at her, a little perturbed — to make sure she’s still there.

(She is. She always is).

“You helping?” Raven calls next to her, shooting her a confused look and Clarke nods, leaning forward to slide her fingers underneath the smooth shape of the ski. Whatever German beer they’ve been adding to her tab in the meantime is dangerously lowering her inhibitions.

It takes a bit of maneuvering and some counting from Anya and the bartender to get them all lined up but eventually, they just have to go for it. Raven bails halfway through her own countdown. So does Octavia on the other end so that the whole thing lurches towards Clarke and Clarke has to lunge forward to meet her shot of tequila. Most of it ends up down the front of her fleece.

What does go in her mouth goes in the wrong way. It burns on the way down. Her eyes smart at the shock. She coughs and hacks at the feeling, coming back to herself as Lexa’s fingers work their way beneath the lip of her top to rub her back, sending sharp, hard shocks of warmth across her skin. She blinks.

She feels dangerously close now to how she felt in bed with Lexa last night — this warm, fuzzy feeling that had been because of the eggnog then but probably the fault of something a little bit stronger now. Her cheeks feel hot. Lexa stares at her in the low, shifting light of the bar — there are fairy lights somewhere, and spotlights across the room near the karaoke stage, all red and green and purple, like a twisting kaleidoscope — and Clarke wonders if they’re about to have another moment.

She remembers Malibu with crystal clarity; the heat of the night and the sand under the straps of Lexa’s bikini as they spoke. She can see Lexa’s wet, salt-brushed hair and taste the prosecco and feel Lexa’s breath on her cheek when they kiss and —

She closes her eyes against the memory. Dizzy.

She’s waited nine months for another night like that but it hasn’t come.

(Now, she thinks she’d do just about anything to know what Lexa tastes like again).

Lexa is ninety percent alcohol by the time they stand up for karaoke.

She can feel it rattling around inside her every time she moves to let someone out of the booth.

Clarke asked her three times to come up and sing with them. “C’mon Lexy,” she’d said, tugging forlornly at the straps of Lexa’s overalls, “like old times”.

(Lexa hadn’t had the heart to tell her old times is exactly what she’s afraid of).

Instead, she sits in the booth, a few tables back from the stage, and nurses the remainder of Clarke’s beer, twisting the neck between her fingers while Clarke and Octavia flip noisily through the plastic folder of songs, slinging themselves over each other like Lexa remembers them doing in college.

It makes her nostalgic.

She hasn’t felt this spectacularly fuzzy and out of control as she does now since April and it scares her as she watches Clarke step up on stage, stripped down to her t-shirt. Her sleeves are rolled up, the hem of her shirt riding low across her stomach where the weight of her overall straps hang down and, at the sight of it, Lexa feels herself unravelling.

The thread snapped, the entire stupid, web she’s created for herself — all of the she’s my best friend's and Maryland isn’t that far away’s — coming apart strand by strand until she’s bare and shivering and more confused than she thinks she’s ever been.

By the time she makes it outside, jacket wound tight around her, she thinks she might be able to breathe again.

The snow is falling lighter now than it was when they arrived; softer, more powdery flurry than the sharp, dark flakes they fled from earlier. It coats everything — the cobblestones, benches, lit Christmas trees on the corner of each block — in this thin, opaque blanket and Lexa stands under the eaves of the bar’s roof for a moment, appreciating the silence it lends. If she stands here long enough it might be able to quiet the drumbeat of her heart.

Snow dulls everything.

(Or it does, at least, in her limited experience of it. California born and raised the only time she’s ever seen it is with Clarke, as a tag-along on Griffin-family ski trips or through their friends’ contacts. It’s become so interwoven with her now that Lexa doesn’t know if it’s the snow that makes places like this feel like a fairytale or Clarke herself and trying to separate the two now just makes her feel dizzy).

She’s hungry now. There’s a blinking, neon sign advertising pizza — at least she thinks it’s pizza — across the street and she walks toward it like a mirage in a desert. If she can just get something into her empty stomach, maybe she’ll be able to think straight. Her thoughts will stop coming to her in metaphor and verse.

(She might even be able to pick herself up by the bootstraps and be brave).

The snowball hits her squarely in the back of the head before she even has the chance to breathe.

It shatters against her beanie, loose powder spilling under the collar of her jacket and she spins in alarm, arms held out in defence, to see Clarke standing on the ramp outside of the bar, the door swinging a little in her wake. Her jacket is slung on haphazardly, hanging open at the front and spilling off at her shoulders so that Lexa can see her candy-striped thermal underneath and the way the straps of her overalls have been tied at her waist and her cheeks are Starburst red, eyes smarting in the stinging cold.

More than that though, there’s something — mischief or wanting or something else entirely — tucked into the upward curve of her lips as she smiles; big and wide, her arms hanging limply at her sides.

“Clarke…” Lexa tries over the quiet hush of falling snow but she doesn’t know what she’s trying to say. She doesn’t even recognise her own voice as she speaks but Clarke must because she shakes her head and shrugs; this big up down of her shoulders as her smile plateaus that makes Lexa nervous.

“When are you going to kiss me!”

Lexa frowns. “What?”

“My god, you’re clueless,” Clarke laughs, moving toward her in three quick strides. Her fingers sting when they slide under Lexa’s jaw, tipping her chin up to meet her mouth and the kiss — sweet and purposeful and commanded squarely by Clarke — steals the air from her faster than the snowball did.

(For a moment, it feels like Lexa will never take another breath in her life).

It takes a moment to understand what’s happening.

Clarke tastes warm; like whiskey and German beer. Her nose is cold but her breath is hot and it takes seconds for Lexa’s brain to start firing again once she pulls back, rocking on the heels of her heavy boots so that the snow crunches beneath her feet.

“But that morning…” Lexa whispers, blinking slowly at the stripes on Clarke’s thermal. The blond’s fingers stay cradling her jaw; a quiet, little pressure that keeps her mind from straying but, if she’s been interpreting this — them — wrong all this time, keeping her trait on thought is going to be the least of her worries. “You didn’t say anything.”

“I didn’t think I needed to,” Clarke says, head tipping forward in exasperation when Lexa doesn’t reply. “I thought we were already dating you weirdo! I thought you’d invited me to Malibu as…you know…” she leans in, ducking her head comically like she’s afraid of being overheard, “more than a friend.” Lexa’s stomach drops at that; she can feel her chest heaving under the breath she can’t let out. “But then you were all hot and cold the next morning and I didn’t know what to do.”

“So…” Lexa frowns, fingers finding the lapels of Clarke’s coat if only to give them something to do, trying to process Clarke’s words. She knows she isn’t exactly the brightest when it comes to her love life — she probably wouldn’t know flirting if it slapped her in the face, but then again, who does? — but is she really that stupid?

“Yeah,” Clarke laughs, her brow unfurling and it sounds like a relief.

Snatches of conversation floated out from the bar but out here it’s perfectly quiet as they search each other’s faces, reaching for what to do next; as if they’re standing in a shaken-up snow globe trying to catch the flakes with their tongues. Lexa can feel every single brush of skin against hers, every heartbeat and breath.

Her world is turning upside down but she thinks it’s the steadiest she’s felt on her feet in a long time.

(Sometimes, it feels like Clarke’s entire presence is enough to loosen reality’s hold).

Clarke giggles when Lexa kisses her again.

Her fingers slide from Lexa’s jaw to the zipper of her jacket where it nudges her chin, winding around the cold, metal tab.

They left their skis back at the bar, along with a text on Octavia and Raven’s phones telling them they were going back to the chalet and Clarke is already steeling herself for the teasing she knows she’s going to endure. Their friends have the emotional maturity of seven-year-olds but that’s OK, Clarke’s resigned herself to it.

What she hasn’t resigned herself to though, is this. The after part. Despite all of her bravado, all of her fantasizing and how sure she was of Lexa’s undeniable feelings, she hadn’t thought about what she would do after she kissed Lexa, even in all of her months of pining and now that it’s here, she’s nervous.

They stand in their bedroom under the eaves, staring dumbly, high on the thrill of it all, and it makes Clarke feel jittery — like she’s in the eleventh grade again and standing in Mike Mirovski’s bedroom in her underwear after the Spring Formal.

(The least satisfying night of her life, if she’s being honest).

She hasn’t been that nervous high schooler in a long time but, but every minute with Lexa makes her feel eighteen-years-old again and walking into her room assignment on move-in day to find a serious girl with tortoiseshell glasses tucking her fitted sheet around the mattress on the far bed.

The same girl is standing in front of her now too. A little older maybe, a little taller, sporting a bachelor's degree and a pretty gnarly scar above her lip from where she slipped and fell on the edge of her desk after a night out during Freshman orientation — Clarke thinks the ensuing emergency room visit and eight hours of holding an ice-pack to her new roommates face is what sealed the deal between them — but the same nonetheless.

Clarke thinks she’s the same too, in all the ways that matter at least.

When she thinks about it that way it feels silly to be scared.

(No sillier than spending almost a year as just friends because they were too dysfunctional to talk to each other, though. That takes the whole damn idiot cake).

They make it down to their thermals before Clarke feels her hands shaking.

She curls her fingers into the shoulders of Lexa’s thermal. It’s the only layer left between her and bare skin and she watches her fingertips whiten against the dark fabric, the collar pulling away from her neck enough for Clarke to see the cheap, silver necklace she’d bought her for Christmas their first year of college.

“You kept it,” Clarke tugs a little on the chain. The tarnished infinity charm swings free of the thermal and Lexa looks down smiling —

A bang echoes through the empty house. Fireworks being let off, maybe, or a car exhaust backfiring.

They spring away from each other like kids being caught, fingers untangling themselves from thermals. A moment later, the lights go out.

“Shit,” Clarke hisses, heart hammering against her chest in fright. “What was that?” She reaches out to Lexa through the darkness, relieved when her hand hits warm skin. It slides down, fastening itself to Lexa’s, fingers entwined.

“Where’s the light switch?” Lexa asks, her frown almost invisible. Without the ambient light, she’s just a collection of shapes and shadows but Clarke clings to her, half-blind as her eyes adjust.

She moves when she can feel Lexa moving and listens to the light switch being flipped once, twice, three times.

Nothing.

“Power’s out,” Lexa deduces finally.

Clarke snorts. “No kidding.” Forced into darkness, she feels even more on edge than she did in the light. Sure neither of them can see the way her hands are shaking now, or how her lips bunch together in apprehension but, now, she can’t see Lexa either; can’t tell what she’s thinking or if she’s scared too without reaching out to map the contours of her face under her fingertips.

Not to mention that, without the steady thrum of the radiator pumping out hot air, the temperature is dropping.

She shivers involuntary and Lexa frowns. “Are you cold?” she curls her arms around Clarke’s middle and Clarke nods, resting her chin on Lexa’s shoulder.

It’s nice. Nicer than sharing a bed at college ever was; even with all that bare skin pressed up against hers in the hotter months thanks to the teeny, tiny tank top and sleep shorts Lexa called pyjamas. Nicer now because it’s real. Not the kind of real she takes for granted until she wakes up one day — the day after she thought they made it official — to find it being taken away from her; a proper kind of real. A mutual kind of real that was just about to lead to some amazing sex if the hot feeling slung in her belly at the thought of Lexa’s hands on her is any indication.

(Damn Anya’s client and their faulty chalet. Can’t a girl get a little action without the universe conspiring against her?)

Now, instead, the house is dark and still. Even the fairy lights on the bannister in the hall are off and if it wasn’t for the white glare of the snow outside, Clarke wouldn’t be able to see anything. She closes her eyes and rests her cheek against Lexa’s, staying there for a moment.

“Come on,” Lexa says finally when Clarke is sure the mood is all but gone. She lets go of Clarke for long enough to strip their bed of its pillows and quilt before taking Clarke’s hand again and leading her downstairs, steps careful and tentative.

Once they get downstairs, Lexa leaves the bedding on the sofa, pressing her weight against the love-seat so that it slides backwards. She moves the coffee table next, motioning for Clarke to take the other end and they walk it sideways until it sits against the windows, leaving them with a flat, clear space in front of the fireplace.

“It’s warmer down here,” Lexa explains, nodding to the still smouldering fire as she shakes their quilt out onto the rug on the hardwood floor. “I thought we could camp out down here until the power comes back on — could you get that?” Clarke dutifully fetches the blanket from the back of the sofa and hands it to Lexa who layers it on top, then steps back to assess.

“Or not,” she says quickly when Clarke doesn’t reply — she’s watching her against the wide, dark frame of the windows instead. “We could just go back to bed if you want…not like that, just…” she shrugs. “Whatever you want.”

“Relax,” Clarke grins, leaning forward to press a pillow from their bed into Lexa’s chest before kissing her. “It’s sexy when you take charge. Like a sexy…” she pinches her lip in thought, “girl scout.”

“That’s not sexy in the slightest,” Lexa deadpans, nose cold against Clarke’s and Clarke shrugs, tucking her lip against her teeth.

“Tell me that next Halloween,” she promises and Lexa’s eyes go wide. Clarke files that away for future reference; if they’re going to do the girlfriend thing — the proper girlfriend thing, not the I thought we were already girlfriends girlfriend thing — they’re going to do it well.

She thinks it’s what Lexa wants too. No, she’s sure it’s what she wants, has known for months, just left it up to Lexa to realise it.

(Well, she’s never doing that again).

“Did you see a lighter anywhere or a box of matches?” Lexa asks, extracting the squat candles from the decorate vases lining the dining room table. She has another couple tucked under her arm too, long thing ones — emergency candles by the look of it — that she wedges into a few mugs as makeshift holders.

Picking her way across the dark living room, Clarke goes in search. She finds both in a drawer by the oven, as well as a corkscrew, which leads her over to the rack in the corner, each slot filled with a different bottle. She picks one at random and picks her way back to the living room with two, tall glasses in tow.

“Matches, lighter,” she recounts, “and something to keep us warm,” she shakes the bottle suggestively. Standing outside the bar in the cold was sobering and the buzz she had has fast worn off. It’s not that she necessarily wants to be drunk for this — she doesn’t, in fact, she wants to remember every second of this night forever; every expression Lexa’s face makes and every way her touch feels different on her skin — but the courage she’s used for the past nine months to wish Lexa would pull her head out of the clouds and look has been found wanting.

“Not sure that’s in the Official Scout’s handbook,” Lexa purses her lips, taking the bottle and the glasses anyway as she sits down.

“Har-har,” Clarke eases herself to the blanket beside her, setting one glass in the circle of her legs as she motions for the bottle back and pushes the corkscrew into the top. After some tugging, it comes free with a pop and she grins, pouring a liberal dose into both glasses and handing one over before leaning back on one hand.

They sit in silence for a long moment. The fire — down to its last logs — spits and crackles but with it, along with the candles set up around them in a little semicircle it’s easier to see and Lexa looks prettier now, stripped down to her thermals, socked feet and sweatpants than she had in the snow. She looks perfectly cozy — comfortable even.

Clarke watches her bring her glass to her lips and swallow a long sip, head tilted just-so so that her hair is out of her face and Clarke can see the firelight in her eyes.

“I suppose that cookie money has to go somewhere,” she whispers after a long while, so quiet that Clarke isn’t sure she’s supposed to hear. It’s too serious to ignore though — this pensive, still little voice from her left — and Clarke laughs.

It starts off quiet at first, concealed beneath a tiny shake of her shoulders but soon she’s almost crying with the force of it and she can’t seem to stop. Lexa looks over, dazed as if shaken out of a trance and starts laughing too, loud and hard so that wine sloshes out of her cup and splashes on the white rug. It makes them laugh more.

By the time they are done Clarke doesn’t think she’ll ever be able to breathe again except for in tiny, snatched breaths. Lexa stares at her from across the blanket, wild-eyed and red-cheeked and Clarke doesn’t think she’s ever felt happier in her life.

She puts her cup down and crawls over, easing a leg over Lexa’s waist until she’s straddling her, back to the fire, and tucks a kinky lock of hair behind Lexa’s ears, pressing her lips carefully — gently — to hers in a sweet, soft exhale.

It’s been so long since Malibu — so, so long — that she almost forgot what this feels like and she hates that because this is easily what heaven feels like. This, right here, with Lexa’s hands under the thin fabric of her top, fingers pressing softly against the valley of her spine and lips against hers. She’s so sure of it in fact that she’d happily damn herself for eternity, safe in the knowledge she’s already experienced all there is to experience.

Lexa sighs against her, her pendant swinging free again at the movement of her chest and Clarke lets her fingers tangle in the chain, nail smoothing over the little symbol, over and over in an infinite loop.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything,” she says, resting her forehead against Lexa’s. She can feel her eyes pull closed. “That morning, I mean,” her finger keeps tracing — over and over. Infinite. “I should have and I didn’t. “

“It’s not your fault,” Lexa whispers, her hands retreating until they rest at the small of Clarke’s back, just above the waistband of her pants. With her shirt ridden up, Clarke can feel the heart of the fire and the warmth of her hands.

“I just don’t want you to think I didn’t want you,” Clarke reiterates, leaning back enough to look into Lexa's eyes. They’re hazy and hooded and, clearly, it was cruel of Clarke to stop in the middle of…whatever was about to happen but she needed to. She needs to say this. “Because I did. I do.”

“I know,” Lexa nods.

“Good. Now you apologize.”

“For what?” Lexa frowns.

“For being an idiot.”

She can feel Lexa’s lips curl lazily into a smile.

“I’m sorry.”

#HolyClexmas19 #day 7 #winter wonderland #clexa #clexa fic #clarke griffin #lexa woods #ski trip au #dysfunctional idiots #finally sort their feelings out #it's only been a year

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Prompt if you want it, polymorphed cat/dog!Jester ends up spending the entire hour being fussed over by Beau who has no idea it’s Jester

It had been going really well, you know? And she’s done it dozens of times over now, changing her form or someone else’s so there’s really no trouble to it at all. Or. There shouldn’t have been any trouble to it at all.

Here’s the thing though: she’d been thinking first of all about changing into a big dog, like the ones they’d seen around town, specifically like the one she had seen wandering around on the outskirts of the market, and she had been thinking about that one in particular because it had had a lovely black coat at one point, she could tell because of the snout where it was sleek and black like their sweet and so, so ugly moorbounders, but it had rolled at some point or another in the grey yellow dust here in the city of beasts and so the rest of the coat was now this kind of coarse grey brown, but still a very handsome dog and also very clever because she had seen it wait for the shopkeeper to be distracted before it ran away with a whole fish! And that’s the dog she had been thinking about specifically, only it was just as she was casting it that she kind of wondered if maybe stealth was the thing, you know? And if maybe she should pick a smaller creature, something that would be good at being sneaky, like a cat! Except what if they ate cats around here? She didn’t want to make presumptions or anything but it was called the city of beasts for a reason (probably because of the beasts, let’s be real) and she hasn’t seen any cats around the place except for Frumpkin and as lovely of a cat as he is, he doesn’t count. And so she had gotten stuck, you see, between being a big dog and being a stealthy cat, and when the spell had taken effect she ended up as...this.

She’s not entirely sure what it is. Kind of a dog, kind of a cat. Her fur is mostly a sandy grey, but if she crosses her eyes she can see her about is black (though these eyeballs don’t enjoy crossing as much as her usual eyes) and that her paws are black up to the knees. Of which is has four. That’s a good sign—she’s definitely a creature of some kind. Looking into the smoky, somewhat reflective surface of the brilliant obviously Kryn building she has hidden beside, Jester can see that her form is squat and strong, with the big shoulders of a dog and a narrow cat-like face. Her tail is long and fluffy but the rest of her fur is short and sleek, besides a few tufts on the elbows. Jester spins to gnaw at one of them that dares to tickle and as she does, she can see—not in the poor reflection of the building but with her own eyes—that her fur is spotted and slashed with dark markings, like the patterns on Frumpkin’s coat and she has to laugh, realising that somehow she—or the Traveller—had turned her into some mix of a dog and a cat. The laugh surprises her, the way it feels in a creatures body—in a dog she might have whined, a cat might’ve flicked their tail, but this creature laughs a snickering high pitched laugh that seems oddly familiar, but Jester can’t quite place it.

It seems smart enough of a creature, luckily, and Jester trots out from the alley to find her friends. It takes no small amount of time—not because she has lost them but because the world is extraordinary like this. It unfolds around her in a hundred new and novel and wonderful scents—ones she might ordinarily have dismissed as bad, like the almost rotting fish and the manure shovelled from the stalls with buzzing flies working around them, aren’t bad. They’re interesting, complicated, and Jester has to keep reminding herself that she’s looking for something.

Right! Her friends!

Had they wandered off? Or had she?

She lopes back to the same alley, sure now that she had disappeared out the opposite end she had entered, and revels in the power in this creature—the lean, stocky form hosts powerful muscles that bunch and push and quickly she has eaten up the distance back to the alley and dashed through it—right into the legs of a human, who smells of sweat and dried blood, old meat and leather, of dry bark and dust.

‘Whoa, holy shit! Oh fuck—it’s—Fjord, pull me away, oh fuck,’

‘It’s not attacking you, relax.’

The human—Beau, of course—is accompanied by Fjord. He smells—and Jester knows this because she goes up to him and sniffs, entranced by everything her nose is telling her—he smells of the sea, still, despite their not having been back for weeks. His scent is heavy with brine, washing away most of any other scent that might stick to him, and she finds herself growling, not out of anger but of frustration. She wants to know!

‘Whoa, okay, nice doggy,’ Fjord yelps.

‘Ha! She hates you, Fjord, suck it!’

‘Ha ha, yes, very funny—now help me.’

‘Okay, okay, yeesh.’ Something soft wafts down before Jester’s face, grey and floaty, and she snaps out at it with interest. Before she can snag it, it is pulled below her and wraps neatly around her collar before rushing closed. A leash, Jester thinks, and as this creature, she rolls over and starts trying to gnaw at the fabric. Beau stands above her, a look of clear amusement on her face. ‘Aw, look at you, you’re cute! Hardly vicious at all, are ya?’ She rubs at the creatures belly with a foot, pulls it back with a bark of a laugh when the creature bites playfully. ‘You must have an owner or something. We could look for them while we’re looking for Jes,’ she says to Fjord, who agrees. ‘Also, she’s not a dog. She’s a hyena.’

‘Huh?’

‘She’s a hyena. They’re cool. Kinda weird, but cool. Matriarchal societies. Super powerful olfactory systems. Strong bite. Probably one of the coolest creatures that exist.’

Jester scrambles to her feet. She can feel her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth, which has opened into a big grin—it must be scary, coming from a toothy beast like a hyena, but Beau doesn’t seem scared. Properly wary, for sure, but fascinated. Carefully, she reaches out a hand toward her and when Jester allows her to put a hand on her square, furred head, she hears a low,

‘Whoa. Very cool,’ from the other girl.

‘Looks like we won’t be looking for the owner, huh?’

‘I mean. It’d be super wrong. To steal someone’s hyena. When we’re trying to help out the place,’ Beau says, haltingly, clearly eager to take the creature and book it. ‘But if we just happen not to find the owner...’

‘Great. A dying weasel and a terrifying hyena. Perfect.’

Fjord and Beau make a great team. Jester already knew that, but to see them in action without having to take part is something special. Fjord butters up a few people. Threatens a few more with a surprisingly cold and terrifyingly genial demeanour.

Beau cracks her knuckles a few times, or backs him up in such a way that it’s like watching a good play, seeing them bounce increasingly horrifying threats between one another before lobbing one them at the person they’re interrogating.

Jester likes to think having a hyena sat at the humans feet helps too.

It’s getting near to the end of her hour, she’s pretty sure, when a fur-clad individual—half elven, maybe, with the wine dark skin of a dark elf—approaches with a toothy smile.

‘Ah,’ they sigh, ‘I see you found my majestic creature. How good of you to bring them back to me.’

The half-elf smells of dozens of creatures, and of some sharp chemical scent that makes Jester want to growl and back up, hackles raised.

‘Weird. Doesn’t look like she wants to go with you.’

‘It matters little if the creature wants to go with me,’ they say, in the way someone might speak to a child. If that person were, you know, a villain. ‘I bought them, they are mine.’

‘Got some papers to prove that?’ Fjord asks, accent a deeply fake drawl once more. ‘Friend,’ he tacks on, unfriendly like.

‘Papers, of course. I have them in my shop, around the corner. If you come with me, we can sort this out with no drama necessary.’

It’s obvious it’s rubbing Fjord the wrong way, and Beau has a hand buried into the scruff of the hyena’s neck possessively, suspicion and upset rolling off her scent in waves.

It could all be fixed, Jester knows, by transforming back into herself—but doing so even in a private area of the market would risk too many eyes on them, could be taken as a threat.

She growls, deep in her throat. Feels Beau scratch reassuringly at her beck, behind one of her ears. Jester flicks that ear and hunches down, starts to step slowly back toward an alley. Beau’s hand tightens and then loosens and when Jester pulls mightily away, she sees with some amazement and pride that Beau pretends rather remarkably to be a clown and an annoyance, pretending very well to fall when Jester runs, and then tripping the fur-coated poacher, as Jester guesses him to be.

The sounds of an argument rise up loud behind her as she sprints away, and the magic strips from her bit by bit until she is an ordinary tiefling once more. For an instant, the world seems a little dull—her hearing dulled, her sense of smell a fraction of what it had been—and then she sees the blue sky and, returning to the street, the blue of Beau’s coat, and the green and purple in Fjord’s clothes, and is happy to realise she can see colours again.

With the hyena missing and nowhere to be found, Jester and Fjord are able to diffuse the argument—though none of them like the way the poacher looks at Beau like they’d like to take her in the hyena’s place, a human rarity—and they hurry her back to the quarters awarded them by the lady of Asarius, meeting with their friends who had returned not but ten minutes earlier. Fjord tells them all about their largely unproductive afternoon, ending with a fight over the hyena—

‘It was Jester,’ Beau tells him.

‘What?’

‘The hyena. It was Jester, right?’ She crooks a grin over to her. ‘I mean, the hyena disappears and Jester finds us a hot second later? Too much of a coincidence.’

Under Fjord’s surprised attention, Jester plucks at her skirts and curtsies, fakes a blush. ‘Oh well, you’re welcome, yes, it was me,’

‘Holy shit!’

‘I know, right?’

‘Holy cow!’

‘Yah. Yeah. My thoughts exactly,’ Beau and Fjord say to one another, and Jester can’t help but grin under the attention. If she notices—and she does—that Beau’s eyes remain focused on her for long after Fjord’s attention is recalled, she doesn’t make a comment on it just yet.

‘You did great today,’ Beau tells her later, as they climb the stairs to their room.

‘I mean,’ Jester laughs. ‘I got lost at first.’

‘Yeah but it all worked out so... you did great.’

‘I guess so! Sucks we couldn’t find out who is doing that plot thing the author totally is interested in.’

‘Yeah, we’ll definitely pick that up tomorrow so it’ll be fine, though.’

‘Right.’ Jester nods. ‘They can smell super good,’ she tells Beau. ‘Hyenas. I could smell, like, everything, it was pre-tty wild.’

‘Oh yeah?’

‘Mhm.’

‘That’s fuckin’ dope.’

‘I can turn you into one, if you want. I have one left.’

Beau’s eyes light up, but she shakes her head. ‘Another time. Maybe tomorrow, if we’re still hanging around the city. That’d be cool. Quick question, hopefully not weird—more of a comment than a question I guess but it wasn’t, like, weird that I was patting you, was it? Because I don’t want. To be weird.’

‘I mean, you’re being pretty weird now,’ Jester points out, because Beau isn’t quite stuttering but it sounds like she’s punching out the words through sheer force of will.

‘Okay, okay, fair,’

‘But I don’t mind. And didn’t mind.’

‘Okay.’

‘You’re still being weird, Beau,’

‘Yeah, it’s just because you’re like, super powerful and cool and brilliant and hyena’s are one of my favourite animals. Not that you knew that. It was like, one of those things where we had to research for hours in the archives when I was first starting out and I hated it but I read a whole compendium of animals from start to finish and now I’m rambling and,’

‘Is it because you’re covering for the fact that you called me cool and brilliant?’ Jester teases, and she isn’t sure what to do with herself when Beau grimaces and her cheeks burn with sudden colour. She doesn’t lie, or deny it. Which is. So so weird. And cool. And great, maybe. ‘I think you’re super powerful too,’ she blurts out, because she’s supposed to say something, and when Beau waves that away Jester frowns. ‘Really! And cool and so smart and you have beautiful hair and, and—‘

Oh Traveller, she remembers saying those words before, and the fluttering in her belly isn’t new but it is a lot more noticeable now. Beau laughs, smiles. Winks. Blows her a kiss, like she had that last time, obviously remembering the same moment. Jester flushes. Stammers for a second before pulling the door to their room open—stopping. Pushing the door to their room open.

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