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wovenstarlight · 3 years

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YWBK update: chapter 25 + liner notes

yesterday will be kinder has updated! you can read chapter 25 here, or start from the beginning here

okay, on to notes and commentary! first time i’m doing these, let’s hope this works out. commentary under the cut to save people’s dashes

Hamin laughs. “Given how bad you are at not being suspicious, that’s understandable.” “Oh, come on, I’m not that bad.” Hamin screws up his whole face in a squint. “Okay, so maybe I’m a little bad.”

this part was really funny to me when i wrote it because i was like “hmm reasons for DHM to understand why HHJ wouldn’t work in the guild” and then i was like Wait. Their Whole First Meeting, Dude. DHM was lowkey convinced for the longest time that HHJ was like, on the run from the KR version of the mafia, and got plastic surgery to look like his little brothers, and is possibly in some sort of witness protection program??? or something??? how else does he not have cops on his ass this man is so suspicious all the time

“I don’t think… They said the dungeons were, like, different worlds? Did they find people there?”

mafia theory second place. dungeon theory first place

“Like, humans? Um. No, no humans.” “So then you can’t be from there. Okay.”

dungeon theory shot down. mafia theory back in the running

“Hey,” he says cautiously. “I’m— I’m gonna go get us some water, okay? Why don’t you… take a minute.” “Okay.” “The bathroom is over there, if you need it.” “Okay. Thank you.”

after four years working alongside a guy you start to notice when he’s feeling a little out of it and needs a bit of a break... but as JHW mentions later you also learn to be a little subtle about giving him one

jung heewon What’s with your typing? It reads like Jihye’s [HYJ]’s fine. Very energetic Too energetic? He’s going to burn out. How do I make him calm down

Epic Burnout Man makes a reappearance! when translating sclass one of the things that makes me want to shake HYJ most is his habit of constantly adding things to his to-do list while he already has 1 billion things on his plate. and all the time he’s whining about “UGH there’s SO MUCH WORK to do” No One Asked You To Do It

Anyway. the point is. HYJ isn’t about to be beat by HHJ at Developing Issues 😔

jung heewon I haven’t spoken to him directly about this because if he’s anything like you he’ll take it as an insult You wtf whts tht supposed 2 mean quit typing jung heewon Better not say shit, mr “No, I can’t take days off and cater to my interests or go out with friends or on a date, I’m too busy taking care of the kids and making sure their needs are met, no I don’t care that there are thousands of people out there balancing personal enjoyment and romance and work AND kids at the same time, are you suggesting I be a BAD GUARDIAN to MY KIDS?”

see above re: not being too direct with pointing out when HHJ’s having Issues because he doesn’t react well

You wht but our eyes r fine jung heewon Even if having glasses doesn’t run in the family, you should still get him checked, just in case

top 10 funny time travel moments: referring to you and your past self as “us” (our = my eyes are fine), but other people think you mean “our family” (our eyes are fine = no family history of long/shortsightedness)

Also. Sooyoung-ie says hi [Attachment: 20XX1213_144516.jpg]

ok no lie this was one of the parts that pissed me off the most, even though it’s Literally One Line, because. i love chat exchanges. i really do. when done right they’re a lot of fun to read. But Do You Know How Long It Took Me To Figure Out A Calendar For The Events In This Fic. now everything’s TIMED i have to count HOW MANY DAYS IT’S BEEN since XY event so i can CORRECTLY NUMBER the FILE ATTACHMENTS!!! this sucks!!! it took me fucking forever to pin down a timeline just so i could write this chapter plus the few before and after it!!!!

anyway i gave up when i reached year. i just put 20XX. fuck it. we are running on fairy tail time now. (actually i think that’s XXnumber number? XX76? or was it X796. something like that. Who cares i stopped watching fairy tail forever ago)

Fuck it! Hamin will understand!! “If you Awaken you should come work with me,” Han Hyunjae says all in a rush.

“HAMIN WILL UNDERSTAND” => he literally was cool with me giving zero context for half a dozen absolute balls to the wall nonsense bullshit things i’ve done before. he’ll be fine with this too. dog_in_burning_house_this_is_fine.png

“You already know about the guilds, those are going to be for dungeon Hunters, but I was thinking of forming something like an independent group of contractors. Awakened people with skills that aren’t useful for combat, but that might… that will be generally useful. It’d be you and me, and maybe one other guy I met recently. Probably more in the future.”

given that HHJ has no idea currently that peace exists (i’m so sorry baby i’ll find a way to shoehorn you in soon i miss you so much) he’s got no intentions to start a kiseungsu business yet! he mostly wants to live quietly while just acting as a manager for other Awakening-related services, like YMW’s forge and DHM’s tracking service, along with the information exchange/lowkey spy ring that he’s planning on setting up with JHW and the bar. since HYH is fine associating with him in this timeline, HHJ’s thinking he can get a foot in the door that way, then eventually spread out into dealings with most major guild leaders

RIP to this plan. you were well-made but you will not last long.

“Please, I can’t tell you how I know that, I really can’t, it’d put me and my brothers in danger if it got out. But—” “No need.” Hamin looks slightly alarmed, and Han Hyunjae feels himself settle at the obvious concern in his eyes.

MAFIA THEORY RAPIDLY RISING TO PROMINENCE??? THIS IS NOT HOW DO HAMIN WANTED HIS GUESS CONFIRMED

“I spoke to the Task Force Head and she said that there’s been discussion about hosting a meeting for the nearby high-rankers, where they’ll announce the guild proposal and see who else is interested in trying it out.”

“they’ll announce” i’m sorry king 💔 you deserved a nap

(OH ALSO FUN FACT choi eunyoung is a canon character, not an OC of mine! she appears in uhhh i think late 140s? 150s? something like that)

“I think there’s… probably only one other S-rank who’s Awakened right now?”

Hehehehehehehehehehehehehhehe

Hamin beams. “No, they’re doing great! Spookie’s taken really well to the new housing situation, but I think Spots might miss the store…”

shoutout to @daemonic-dawn for letting me borrow a pet name, love u king. i had a much longer ramble about pet names here but i finished typing and realized it was all entirely off topic so i removed it for convenience

Hyunjae makes an annoyed noise in the back of his throat. “Don’t— I mean.” He huffs, visibly taking a deep breath, and Yoojin frowns reflexively. [...] “Is everything alright?” Yoojin kind of wants to be annoyed at his tone on principle, but he forces his shoulders to relax, matching Hyunjae’s posture. Though he can’t stop himself from being a little short when he answers.

things the brothers have learned in four years living together: getting confrontational often leads to arguments that just fizzle out anyway, so it’s way fucking easier to consciously tone down their combativeness in advance when talking to each other about things they have problems with, instead of screaming their heads off and then having to calm yoohyun down afterwards to boot

“I guess. Whatever.” Yoojin slumps. “Can I…” “Hm?” Hyunjae blinks at Yoojin as he gestures to the spot on the bed beside him, then jolts. “Oh! Yeah, sure, c’mere.” He opens his arms, and Yoojin goes over and flumps on the bed, head in Hyunjae’s lap. Almost immediately, Hyunjae starts stroking fingers through his hair, and Yoojin relaxes into the touch, listening as Hyunjae continues speaking.

cuddles 🥺🥺🥺 sorry i don’t have any other commentary here just. cuddles. extremely and overwhelmingly comforting for a man who spent the better part of 8 years(?) with no major positive relationships, and a kid who spent 12 years of early life basically abandoned by his parents. you had best bet they gave up on not hugging each other 1 year into this whole mess

Yoojin hums in acknowledgement. It’s not like he’d ever let himself get hurt; he has too many responsibilities to his family and friends. If he wants to be good enough to keep up, he can’t afford to fuck up like that. But… hyung will worry if he keeps working so hard. He can slow down a little for him.

Problems disorder man when will you stop. the way he sees “getting hurt” as an inconvenience and an obstacle to his duties rather than a danger to himself. the way he doesn’t really care if he himself gets hurt, but if it’ll worry his family, then it’s a no-no. it’s just. wow. i know i wrote this but i hate him

“Not really. I talk to Myeongwoo about it sometimes.” “Ah, right, Myeongwoo.”

haha gays

“Don’t be weird about him,” Yoojin warns[...]. “I won’t, promise.”

if the “i won’t” line had a dialogue tag it’d be “Han Hyunjae lied”

“Is Eunwoo still in his relationship?” “Mhm, happy as ever. Apparently they’re trying long-distance, now that Eunwoo’s gone off to university abroad.”

three guesses for who eunwoo’s dating and you won’t need the first two

Hyunjae raises his hands like he’s going to deny the accusations levelled against him, so Yoojin seizes him by the collar and shakes him until he cries for mercy

oh my o/rv ass struggled so bad with not writing “shakes him like a man betrayed” here. it killed me not to. but in the end i prevailed (against, uh, myself. don’t think about it too hard.)

“Jeez, okay, he’s an F-rank!” “Eh?! Then why—” “He’s also got an SS-rank potential skill,” Hyunjae admits[...].

play-by-play of this scene because god if i draw any scene in this fic it would be this one just for the sheer hysterical nature of HYJ’s reaction:

YOOJIN: I HATE YOU WHAT THE FUCK WHY. TELL ME HIS RANK

HYUNJAE: HE’S AN F

YOOJIN: WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK?

HYUNJAE: he’s also got an SS-rank skill,

YOOJIN:

#star.txt #work: yesterday will be kinder #writing commentary #my writing #making impulse decisions today. very tired. godonight i hope you enjoy but also you'll have to enjoy without me

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maddiethebull · 4 years

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Satan (Obey Me!) - Prompt #9 - “I could quote a thousand poems, but none can describe what I feel.”

I’m BACK Y’ALL After some InTrOSpeCtioN and HeaLiNG and LoTS of CRyINg ;)

Sorry for my absence. I hope you like it and thank you for making a request! Requested by @l3v1sblog

Here’s a song to listen to while reading if you’d like: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_R0Ix90hFu8

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You were cleaning around the lounge of The House of Lamentation, it was your chore for the day to help dust and reorganize whatever silverware or centerpieces that may be out of place. You always thought it was such a bore, you never found anything cool to talk about with the brothers while you cleaned there, unlike the many times you’d found an interesting book to talk about with Satan whilst you cleaned the library. Or the times that you found household items with huge bites taken out of them and asking Beel if he did it and him so innocently denying it… You were about to put some silverware away when something caught your eye, though, it was a red, leather bound book. There wasn't any writing on the cover, piquing your interest, so you opened it and the first thing you saw was a poem titled Suns and Seraphim dedicated to…… WAIT THAT’S YOUR NAME???. It read,

“Could seraphim descend to earthly ground,

For chance to brush thine lips with hues of rose;

Discard their grace and heav’nly guise, cast down,

They would; just as the sun is always bound.

The moon will rise upon the sun’s repose

With gifts to thee inside night skies of opal tone

Of diamonds who’s shine dare not oppose

That which resides in precious eyes, thine own.

Si j'avais été dans le royaume des cieux

Pour vous donner ces soleils souriants

Et regarder votre beauté,

Mon cœur volage me tenterait d'arracher

Mes ailes angéliques et descendre;

Je quitterais ce paradis creux pour être en Eden

Avec mon amant, Mon ange de la terre, vous.

(written by Madeline Melcher (me lol) I dont know french so I used a translator btw)

Your jaw dropped, who could have written this?? It popped up in your head that it was most likely either Lucifer or Satan, it definitely wasn’t Mammon, Levi, or Beel. The maybes were Belphie and Asmo, but the chances they wrote that were rather slim.

Curiosity killed the cat and you couldn’t restrain your fingers from flipping through the many filled pages of the notebook. Another page had read,

“I could quote a thousand poems, but none can describe what I feel when I’m with you. You are a glimpse of a Heaven lost to betrayal, a sun that, for so long, I’ve been missing. I promise, someday I’ll show you these and then I’ll take you on a picnic (maybe in the human world?).”

Involuntarily, a smile made its way to your lips and a blush to your cheeks until you heard a knock on your door, it was Lucifer,

“MC, Why aren't you cleaning?”

Your heart sped up, what if it was Lucifer who wrote this? You began stuttering, you liked him, sure, but not in the way these poems talk about. Oh god… what if you had to turn down the second most powerful demon ever? Oh lawd.

“MC, we enjoy having you here but if you don’t finish your chores and put down whatever book you're reading-”

A HUGE sigh of relief escaped you,

“So you don’t know this book?” You asked, still slightly on edge.

He answered, “How could I know what you’re reading? There's not even a title on it.” He sighed and stepped closer, he eyed the book and, “Is that Satan’s Journal? Oh dear, MC, I believe you’ve made a rather stupid mistake.”

Your eyes were open wide as you sat completely still and quiet staring at the book in your hands. Lucifer spoke up, seeing that you looked quite shocked and perhaps a bit scared,

“If you would like, I can put it back where it was. Though I will be giving you extra chores because it seems that you also know what you did was an invasion of my annoying brother’s privacy.”

You thought a moment then spoke,

“No, I don’t feel good about that… I think I should give it back to him. I don’t wanna lie to him.”

“If that’s what you would like to do then I am nobody to stop you, just be careful and if something happens then don’t refrain from calling me for help.”

“Thank you Lu-”

In a seemingly dejected and scoffing tone Lucifer said, “And do your chores.”

With that he left you all alone to contemplate a plan to give Satan his journal back. Your mind was clouded with a million thoughts, the most prominent one being ‘he really thinks of me like that?’ A brush of pink crept onto your cheeks, thinking of him writing these poems. Thinking of him thinking of you. You wished so much that you could just revel in these thoughts, but the issue at hand was that, like Lucifer had said, you invaded Satan’s privacy. ‘What if he doesn’t feel that way anymore...’ Excitement and fear mixed inside your mind making you feel overwhelmed. How would you go about this?

‘Maybe I can just leave it in front of his door with a note on it. But, no, what if someone else picks it up?’

‘I could just burn it and forget about everything…….. No, MC, that’s NOT what’s gonna happen.’

You thought and thought and came to the realization that the easiest and most moral way to take care of the situation was just to knock on his door and hand it to him. You would tell him what you did and apologize and it would go very super incredibly smooth… yeah. You picked up the book ad headed towards Satan’s room with conviction, ‘you can do this MC!’ you thought. But when you got to his room, you froze like Mammon’s credit cards.

You’d never felt more anxious in your life. You liked Satan a great deal, he was handsome and charming, he had a soft side that he showed you often, he was wonderful. Even though these poems were made out to you, you felt as if it couldn't possibly be real. And moreover, this was the Avatar of Wrath’s personal journal that you had gone through... You breathed heavily to calm your nerves and gave yourself a mini pep talk. Then, finally, you meekly knocked on the door. Satan opened the door and saw you standing there, a smile crossed his face,

His blonde locks messily hung around his bright green eyes with a beautiful happy go lucky look in them,

“Hello, MC, find something interesting today? I certainly did and would very much like to give it to you.” A sweet chuckle ran off his words as he began to show you in but he froze and his expression changed drastically.

With his eyes open wide he asked while pointing to the book,

“What’s that?”

Stuttering and mumbling, fumbling your words you managed to get out a small “I’m sorry”

Silence. Silence that was louder than the rumble of a volcano.

He cleared his throat,

“Did- did you read it?” his eyes fixated on the book you held, he looked incredibly worried. You weren't looking at him so you could only assume that his visage was pure rage, something you, a mere human, were terrified of.

“I-I-I-I-”

You were cut off by a chuckle, although this time it wasn’t sweet, per say, more nervous. But through your ever amazing perception skills, you again thought he was angry with you and as he said,

“MC, I-”

You blurted out, “I’m sorry!” and ran away.

Your heart beat a million miles per hour as you hastily made your way to your room, locking the door and looking down to see that your dumbass TOOK THE BOOK. You were silent on the outside, but screaming like Hell on the inside.

Just then, a voice wriggled it’s way through the wooden door, it was Asmo.

“MC, do you think I could borrow your hair straightener? Mine broke and I can’t go anywhere looking like this!”

Shakily, you replied, “Sure, it’s just on my bathroom counter.”

He waltzed in all happy and pretty but the look on your face made him stop in his tracks,

“What’s wrong?” With those two words, you nearly burst into tears.

“Oh hun…” he said as he put a reassuring hand on your shoulder, letting you rest your head on his arm. “Why don’t we go to my room and talk about it? I’ll even give you a makeover, that’d be nice, yeah?”

You wiped the tears from your cheeks, “Yeah.”

You told him all about it as he did your makeup, making you feel slightly better, though, it wasn’t really the makeup, it was more seeing how much the brothers cared about you in times like this. He began to finish his own makeup as you sat down on the bed and your restless thoughts ran out of your mouth as if it were a marathon.

“And he got angry at me, I can’t stand seeing him angry, and and-”

“MC, honey, calm down,” he said as he finished doing his eye makeup, focusing on his reflection in the vanity mirror.

“How can I? These poems, they’re beautiful but I just read his journal without asking and I feel so horrible about it. And I’m really scared of him when he gets angry… I just don’t know if I can face him right now.” You flopped from sitting up to splaying out on the pale pink bedspread.

“You said the exact same thing just five minutes ago! You won’t get anywhere from repeating that.”

“UGH but it's all I can think about right now… What if he hates me because of this…”

Asmo let out a light chuckle, “He doesn’t hate you sweetie, I don’t think he can.”

You frowned, “You don’t know that.”

After a moment’s pause, looking at how distraught you were with the current situation, Asmo spoke again,

“MC, let me tell you a secret, I’ve been watching this whole thing unravel, I could sense rom com vibes since the day you waltzed in! You should’ve heard the way he talked about you, it was constant ‘MC this and MC that’ ‘Oh I made MC laugh today,’ ‘MC let me borrow her pen’ ‘MC asked me to get coffee,’” Asmo said while doing a ridiculous impression of Satan, “But you can’t tell him I told you this or he’ll probably string me up by the ankles.”

You chuckled and when your smile faded, Asmo looked you in the eye and said in a sincere voice,

“He likes you girlie, I would even say he loves you. I’ve never seen him care about someone so much. When I said I don’t think he can hate you, I meant it. So go back there and tell him what you feel, this is the climax of your love story! And believe me when I say a good climax can fix anything!”

“Asmo ew.”

“Hehe, too much?”

You looked at the red book cover, “He really said that?”

Asmo rolled his eyes with a smile,

“Yes! So what’re you waiting for?? I can feel the stress seeping out of you and it's not good for my skin.”

Meanwhile in his room Satan was pacing like a worried cat, mumbling to himself. ‘I knew MC didn’t feel that way…’ ‘How could I be so reckless? I left my journal in the dining room of all places!’ With a frustrated grunt, he brought his hands to his face, lowkey slapping himself in the face. He sat down on his bed and tousled with his hair, as he did so, his focus was taken by a single blooming Mirage Flower on his desk. He winced and flopped onto his bed face down. The sigh he let out after that held an almost tangible emotion of frustration. He was frustrated with himself, but also with you. He didn’t plan on you finding out like this and it made him feel, well, kind of lame. He imagined telling you many times, none were as embarrassing as you reading his journal. He wanted to sweep you off of your feet like a prince in one of Levi’s animes, with the flowers mysteriously blooming and all of that. He turned to the side, restless and angry with himself and again was there the flower he had secretly picked from Diavolo’s garden, only to give to you. His lips turned to a frown and he sat up again, taking the flower from it’s vase and like a child, he plucked each petal saying “MC loves me.” “MC loves me not.” As the flower diminished to just the stem he finished with “MC loves me.” ‘Hmph, I look like I’m losing it, don’t I?’ he thought. Still, this powerful demon’s heart felt aflutter from something as silly as the words “MC loves me” as he plucked the final petal from the pistal. Those petals that would soon dry out and crumble to dust reflected in his aquamarine eyes like lilies floating in a pond. His brow furrowed and he decided it best to lay down looking the other way.

You got off of Asmo’s bed, dropping the journal with the spine facing the ground, making it open to the last page that had only one sentence on it. Your heart beat sped up as you read the short entry and what you read was enough to make you happy for entire lifetimes.

“I've loved you every day before today and I will love you every day after.”

You didn’t know why, but it was enough to bring the hint of tears to your eyes. He really thought of you like that? Did you think of him like that? As intensely in love as these poems and pages had shown?

Now holding the book in your hands, looking at the same red leather cover but seeing something different. You smiled, and said “Yeah. I think I do.”

Asmo turned around with a confused look on his face, “You do what?”

A blush rose to your cheeks much like a rose in bloom,

“I love him.”

You left the room determined, set firmly on a path to Satan’s bedroom.

All alone in his room, Asmo chuckled,

“Have fun dearie.”

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This was a long one, I wrote this over a long period of time and I changed it up a lot. I was feeling sad when I wrote a lot of this, so it’s a bit really sad and I decided to end it like this because it kind of felt right? Like instead of explaining the whole thing from beginning to end, it would be a better read and be a better experience for the readers to be able to imagine whatever ending they would like when confronting the character Satan. I’m open to writing an ending that includes MC finally confronting him, though, just say the word and I’ll finish the story in a different way :) Thanks for reading! <3

also as a BONUS:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9raS7-NisU this song is basically what Satan was thinking the entire time lmao

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justletmeplayminecraft · 4 years

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this is a mini-sequel to my last space outlaws fic, set the next night. it mostly serves as dialogue practice for mumbo & wels, so don’t expect a super compelling plot. i have however realised i’m struggling with mumbo’s voice because it’s pretty similar to mine. experiment success.

usual psa: this fic is based in @martuzzio's space outlaws universe & may not be completely canon. we out here to have fun & i hope you have fun reading!

featuring: two tired boys have a Talk. an additional dollop of comfort to the last fic.

warnings: nightmare mention, self-sacrificial mentality, broken bones, discussion of the events of the previous fic. this fic won’t really make sense if u haven’t read it so please check the warnings on the link!

Mumbo rubs his eyes as he walks down the corridors of the ship. His feet echo the path without him needing to look. There's too much to think about besides where he's going. The thoughts in his head are like static. He couldn't sleep in his room with Grian and Iskall so peaceful beside him. He's not sure if he'll be able to sleep at all.

Upon reaching the nearest kitchenette, he pours himself a glass of water. It's cool as he sips, forcing himself to relax. Walking through to the common area, he's surprised to find a lamp already on. Someone's curled up at the edge of the sofa, settled against the cushions.

"Hello?" Mumbo calls, unsure if they want company. It might be better sitting out here with someone instead of just his thoughts. The head leans back slightly, shadowed by the lamp.

"Hey, Mumbo." Wels's voice greets him, the edges of his smile just visible. "Can't sleep either?" Wels swings his legs around so Mumbo can sit down. He places his glass on a side table, tucking his robes close to him.

"However could you guess?" Mumbo replies. He sounds more tired than he'd like to. He at least tries to arrange his hair so it looks presentable. "Wanted a change of scenery."

"And you didn't end up in your lab?" Wels asks.

"I don't-" He tries to return the teasing tone but falters. He's honestly not sure how he feels about returning to tinkering. After everything that's happened, knowing his skills were almost used by someone else he just- he needs to get over himself. The others will understand. Well, they will if he ever gets the courage to tell them. "Not this late, I'm not," he finally manages.

"Guess that's fair." Wels nods in understanding. "I'd be training my energy off but-" He gestures to his arm. Mumbo frowns for him.

"Had any updates on it?"

"Stress said she'd cast it tomorrow." It's snug and secure against his chest, carefully out of harm's way. "I mean, I'm going to hate it, don't get me wrong, but at least I can worry less once it's in the cast." Mumbo can't even tease him for it. He'd feel exactly the same. Wels has always been pretty physical in the crew. Hopefully he didn't have any missions coming up.

"It's a good chance to practice with your non-dominant hand?" He offers, which gets a gentle laugh from Wels.

"I have a suspicion Stress might lock me out of the training rooms."

"Can she actually do that?" Mumbo asks, curious. She's threatened Iskall with it before, yes, but he never found out if she did. Iskall valued his life enough to not push her further.

"I'm hoping I don't find out. D'ya think I can go stir crazy on a ship this big?"

"Ask Cub or someone, I'm sure he'll make it an experiment."

"I think I may annoy him too much." Wels sounds proud of it. "I'm not easy to observe."

Mumbo can't resist replying, "I can see you just fine." It gets a disappointed groan from Wels and a kick at Mumbo's leg. Mumbo finds himself smiling at how gentle it is after watching him fight.

"Who let you out anyway?" Wels questions, his eyes glinting in the low light. "Weren't Iskall and Grian staying with you?"

"I snuck out," Mumbo replies. Wels snorts. "Weren't Jevin and Beef with you?"

"I snuck out," Wels repeats Mumbo's words with a smirk. Then he pauses, eyes narrowing. "Actually, I think Jevin let me sneak out. There's no way he didn't notice." Mumbo nods. Jevin could feel a pin drop. Iskall is too observant not to hear Mumbo moving. They likely guessed they needed space. "I spoke to Biffa, though. That was nice."

"Is he doing alright?" Mumbo asks.

"As ever." There's a distant happiness in Wels's eyes at the thought. Mumbo knows the two used to go on missions with Jevin. Perhaps they shared experiences like this after. "I didn't tell him what happened," he admits, the smile disappearing. "I think he could tell something was up, though."

"You didn't tell us what happened," Mumbo points out. "Don't think I didn't notice that in the debrief." Wels steered away from the topic quickly and nobody questioned it, because Mumbo's situation was (as far as they knew) more dangerous.

"Do you want me to?" Wels sounds disbelieving that Mumbo would even ask. But Mumbo isn't going to back down so easily.

"I would. He wasn't going to do anything to you, right?" Wels shakes his head quickly.

"No, no." Wels is firm in dispelling Mumbo's fear. "He mostly told me what he planned to do with you," he explains, leaning back against the cushions. Mumbo finds himself unsure how to respond to that. Wels- what did he think all that time? The others have tiptoed around the topic since they got back. The ones who know, anyway. Mumbo can't think about it for too long without feeling like he can't breathe.

"The collar?" Mumbo asks, knowing he doesn't need to expand.

"Yep. All the details about what it does. What he'd do." Wels sighs. He looks into his lap, head falling to the side. "I felt so useless. I couldn't do anything. I was supposed to protect you and I couldn't even do that."

"It wasn't your fault," Mumbo tells him. He refuses to let Wels place any blame on himself. "The others wouldn't have got us in time without you."

"They nearly didn't." Wels takes a deep breath. "And you were nearly turned into some mindless work machine." Mumbo swallows at the reminder. A spike of pain alerts him to how hard he's digging his nails into his hand. He rubs his thumb over the spot to numb it. "Sorry, that was-"

Mumbo shakes his head with a tired sigh, "No. I can't just avoid thinking about it forever."

"I can't think of anything else." They fall into a silence, neither having the words to reply to their admissions. Wels pushes his foot against the armrest, dragging himself over until he can lie against Mumbo's shoulder. His blue eyes are as piercing as they are exhausted. Mumbo holds himself still.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks. He can't place where Wels is in his head. They seem to be at opposite ends of the same problem. Wels sighs, heavy against Mumbo's side.

"Do you want to?" Mumbo considers it. Iskall's great, but he's still treating Mumbo like heated glass ready to explode. Whilst Grian is in the dark about everything. He doesn't want to explain it to anyone else. If Xisuma thinks people need to know, he can tell them. Not Mumbo. But Wels was there. He gets it.

"I had a nightmare," Mumbo eventually says. His voice barely carries in the near-silent room. "Where I couldn't do anything or ask for help... Nothing. It was horrible. And I keep thinking if I ignore what happened it'll be okay but- I almost had my free will taken from me. How do I react to that?" Wels watches him, sat up to see better.

"I mean, it's not like you're gonna be quizzed on it." Wels's voice is gentle, but it's a reminder Mumbo needs. "You react to it just... However you react to it. You can be angry or upset or vengeful or whatever. Nobody's gonna judge you over this, Mumbo. And if they do you can point them my way."

"I wish I didn't have to," Mumbo admits.

"So do I," Wels agrees. "But we're all here for you. No matter what you feel."

"I know they wouldn't stop looking if something happened." Even if he was nearly impossible to trace, even if he couldn't help himself. "It just scares me how easily things could've changed." Wels hums.

"Maybe focus on that first part," he suggests. "We look after each other. That's what we do." Mumbo nods. He can manage that. When his thoughts spiral (because it is a when, rather than an if), he knows they've got his back. That's been proven over and over again. The worst can happen and it'll still be true.

"Okay." Mumbo smiles as Wels tries to stifle a yawn. He returns to his spot on Mumbo's shoulder. "Your turn."

"Haven't I already talked?" Wels complains, peering at him. Mumbo gives him a look. He's not very intimidating, but Wels breaks eye contact first. He sighs. "I've always felt the need to protect people," he starts, "to an unhealthy extent. You've probably heard X get on me about it before."

"Once or twice." Mumbo remembers well when Xisuma coolly forbid Wels from going on missions until he stopped needlessly risking his life. It's hard to forget. He avoided Xisuma for about a week afterwards.

Wels scoffs, "Yeah. Right. I have an issue, sue me. See, I even admitted it." Mumbo laughs gently until Wels continues. "It really is what I said before, though. I just felt useless. I came to protect you and I couldn't even do that. If I just paid more attention, moved faster, whatever. I feel like I should've been able to do something."

"But you know it's not your fault?" Mumbo checks.

It takes Wels a moment, but he replies, "Yeah. I did what I could. Sometimes that won't be enough and I have to accept that." Mumbo smiles, leaning his own head onto Wels. It's not the comfiest but some contact won't hurt either of them. His eyelids are feeling heavier, too.

"Imagine how bad it could've been without you there. I only stayed so calm because of you."

"You need to give yourself more credit." Wels pokes Mumbo's leg. "You did great."

"So did you," Mumbo replies. "We both did the best we could. How about we agree on that?"

"You strike a hard bargain." Wels holds his uninjured arm out. "Sure." It's a bit awkward shaking hands with the two of them so close. But it makes them both smile, and that's the point. The silence is more peaceful this time. Until Wels asks, "Could you give me that pitch?"

"The pitch?"

"The one you were going to give. Or explain one of your inventions." Wels shifts against his side, burrowing into the cushions more. "Full disclosure, I think I'll fall asleep easier if someone's talking. So..." Mumbo laughs. Both of them separate to get more comfortable, keeping contact points between them.

"Want me to explain the jetpack?" Mumbo suggests.

Wels smiles, "That'll go completely over my head. It's perfect." Mumbo smiles, taking in the sight of him. Legs crossed, arm bound, a robe thrown over his undersuit (Mumbo doesn't envy Stress having to get that off tomorrow.) His hair is falling out from behind his ears. Mumbo's going to miss that if he cuts it again.

In total, it takes around fifteen minutes of Mumbo explaining before Wels's breathing falls into a perfect rhythm. He doesn't wake when Mumbo shifts into a sleeping position, only falls closer against him.

With the hum of the ship and Wels's gentle breaths, it takes Mumbo five minutes to fall asleep from there.

When Xisuma finds them, having his suspicions about the light left on, he smiles. He tucks a blanket around the pair, and resolves to make sure the others avoid this room for the morning.

#space outlaws au #space outlaws #my writing #mumbo #wels #tag ramble time #that line about wels being forbidden from missions was meant to be a one off #how bad would he have to be for x to do that?#how badly did he almost/did get injured when he didn't need to?#also xisuma's pointed but calm anger? terrifying #for a one off i just wanna ramble about it now #anyway #hope you enjoyed #and have a wonderful rest of ur day

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Heal My Heart - Chapter 4

August 2008 (Y/N) POV

“Wake up” I groaned slightly when I felt someone continuously poking my face. “(Y/N)”

“No” I whined trying to bury my face into a pillow earning an amused laugh from the girl next to me.

“You have class in like an hour you need to wake up and get ready otherwise you’re going to be late.”

“Fuck class. I don’t need it anyway.” I said turning to look at her. She gave me a doubtful look before leaning to give me a kiss.

“Even gold medalists need to attend their classes.”

I rolled onto my back with a low huff before sitting up. I ran my hands over my face before throwing the blanket off me and standing up. I grabbed some clothes before heading to the bathroom to take a shower. When I came out, Alex was sitting up in my bed. She stood up and walked over to me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and leaning her head on my shoulder as I fixed my hair in the mirror.

“Are you clothed?” We both turned to see Blake half in the room with her hand over her eyes. I picked up some socks that were bundled on the floor and chucked them at her. “Asshole.”

“Why do you assume we are naked?” Alex asked crossing her arms

“Listen, I have already walked in on you two a few times and I am not pleased about it.”

“Don’t you have class right now?” I rolled my eyes before turning and putting my shoes on. I grabbed my backpack as Blake switched some books from her bag.

“I forgot my books.” She said, throwing her bag over her shoulder as I pulled mine on as well.

“I’ll see you at the shop later?” I smiled at Alex and gave a small nod. She gave me a kiss before walking out of the room and going to hers.

“She took my sweater.” I said as Blake laughed and opened the door for us to leave.

“I feel like dating someone you’re living across from is a bad idea.”

“We aren’t dating.” I said as Blake gave me a look.

“Yes, you are.”

“No, we really aren’t…” I said as she shook her head.

“You guys spend all your time together. I mean she’s been attached to you since you got back from China. She wears your clothes and waits for you after work.”

“Okay stop…” I said, feeling a little unsettled.

“I’m just saying you guys are dating.”

“Okay let’s stop talking about it.”

Eventually we split up and headed to our respective classes. What she said had been stuck in my head about Alex. We had been together a lot since we started hooking up. I didn’t really mind because I enjoy spending time with her and the sex is nice, but saying we are practically in a relationship is something I don’t think I am ready to confront.

“Your listening skills are really shit huh?” I turned towards Tati who was glaring at me as I smiled.

“I’m sorry. Are we having a bonding session?” I asked, causing the other girl to roll her eyes.

“You’re a dick.” I shrugged my shoulders as she let out a little whine. “Pay attention to me.”

“What is it?”

“I’m trying to tell you about my date and you’re not listening.” I rolled my eyes as she gave me a look.

“Tell me about your date.” I said as she went to open her mouth before pausing.

I followed her line of sight to see Alex and Katie entering the shop. I smiled when the forward looked towards me. She came over and leaned against the counter.

“Well don’t you just look chipper” I commented as she smiled at me.

“Practice was cancelled tomorrow so I am very chipper.” She said as I grinned

“Was it really?” she nodded her head as I nodded my own head.

“Solid. What can I get you?”

“Are you on the menu?” she flirted as Katie scowled at both of us.

“I think something can be arranged.” I flirted back earning an eye roll from Katie.

“You two disgust me. I just want something to drink.” I laughed taking both of their orders.

“We are gonna be studying over there”

“Okay I’ll bring you the drinks when they’re done.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

I made the drinks and gave them to the girls before going back behind the counter. I took a few more orders before Tati finally spoke to me again.

“So how long has that been going on?” I looked to her and she seemed somewhat irritated

“What?”

“You and Alex.” I gave her a confused look before answering.

“There is no me and Alex. We’re just friends.”

“You and I are just friends. You and Blake are just friends. That’s something else.” She said as I sighed. “I’m not mad.”

“We aren’t dating. It’s just sex.” I said as she gave me a look.

“So, you guys are friends with benefits? Do you really think that’s a good idea?”

“Why do you care?”

“She deserves to be happy.”

“You didn’t seem to care when you were leading her on for months.” She immediately quieted down as I went back to doing my job.

“I’m just trying to look out for you both”

“Well, don’t. We are both adults and we can handle ourselves.”

“Okay I’m sorry. I don’t want to upset you.” She said looking away from me.

“You haven’t upset me. I just think it’s a little hypocritical for you to stand there and say you care about her feelings when you did what you did.”

“Do you think I intentionally wanted to lead her on?”

“I think you liked the attention. Alex is a sweet person and you liked that she followed you around.”

“Okay maybe I did.” We stood for a moment staring at each other. I turned my head when someone came into the shop.

“I don’t want to have issues with you Tati…let’s just not talk about it.” She nodded her head as we both turned to get back to working. After my shift was over, I headed towards where Alex was packing up her stuff.

“Want to grab a bite to eat?”

“Yeah sounds good.” I said as we exited the shop. We found a place to have dinner quickly and ordered food before sitting.

“You want to talk about it?” I looked at her, giving her a curious look.

“Talk about what?”

“Somethings bothering you.” She said unrolling the silverware and placing the napkin on her lap. “You have that look.”

“What look?”

“That brooding look…” I raised an eyebrow at her causing her to smile. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”

“I’ve been asked twice today if we’re dating and I…I don’t know. It feels weird.”

“We’re not dating.” She said as I nodded my head.

“I know. That’s what I keep saying.”

“So why do you feel weird?”

“I know that we’re not dating. To say we are dating would be to say we have feelings for each other…but we don’t.”

“Does having people say that we’re dating make you feel like feelings might be involved?” I nodded my head as she smiled slightly before leaning forward and intertwining her fingers.

“(Y/N) we care deeply for each other and because of that there will always be some sort of feelings involved. Who cares if people think we are dating? We know the truth.”

“Yeah I guess…”

“Come on…let’s just forget about it.” I nodded my head as we got our food.

The next few weeks things had gone back to normal, but they also hadn’t. The more I thought about potential feelings the more realized that maybe I did feel something for Alex. The fact that we were continuing to have sex with each other through this wasn’t helping.

The more time I spent with Alex, the less I thought about Christen. That was the plan at first. Then, it got complicated because suddenly there was time that I missed her when she was gone. I missed talking to her when we were separated. She’s made it clear that feelings aren’t involved in that way, so I don’t want to tell her and then get rejected.

“You know you might be the most annoying person I know…” I turned my head towards Blake who was shaking her head at me while Katie was laughing.

“What did I do?”

“You aren’t listening…I’ve been having a conversation with you for like five minutes.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I got a lot on my mind.” I admitted as she gave me a small look of concern.

“Want to talk about it?” I curled up on my bed cuddling into my pillow as I shook my head.

The door then opened as Alex came in with an annoyed look on her face. She walked over towards me and climbed into the bed resting her head on my shoulder. I moved a little so we could both be comfortable.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“My stupid professor.” I ran my fingers up and down her back in an attempt to comfort her. “I need an extension on my essay because we will be out of town for a game, but he said no.”

“Have you talked to coach?” I asked softly as she nodded her head.

“He’s going to talk to him about giving me the extension, but I don’t think he’s going to budge.”

“I’m sorry Alex. That sucks.” Blake said as she nodded her head.

“Want to go get some food?” I asked her as she nodded her head.

“Nap first.” She mumbled as I smiled letting her drift off.

“Anyways, back to what I need help with.” Blake said as I nodded my head.

“Yes, back to what I wasn’t listening to…”

“You’re an ass.” I smiled as she shook her head. “There’s a battle of the bands coming up and I’ve been dared to enter.”

“By who?” Katie asked curiously as I grinned. Blake pointed at me with a scowl.

“This jerk.”

“Why did you dare her?” Katie asked as I shrugged slightly.

“I felt like it?”

“Respect.”

“Anyways, I can’t just enter by myself…that’s not a band. So, I need help finding other people to join the band.”

“I can do it with you.” Katie suggested as Blake stared at her.

“Really? You would do it with me?”

“Yeah it could be fun.”

For the next hour, they sat brainstorming ideas and what instruments they would play. They figured out they would need another member to play with them.

“What about a name?” I asked as they both stared at me. “Every band needs a name.”

“I hate you so much.” Blake said as I grinned at her. We sat for another few minutes talking before Alex started waking up. She moved around a little before picking her head up. She stared at me for a moment before letting out a little whine.

“Food.” I smiled slightly before moving to stand up. I pulled her up with me as she moved to fix her hair in the mirror. She still looked very sleepy, so I used the bathroom while she took more time to wake up.

“Come on sleepyhead. I’ll get you some food.” I said as I exited the bathroom. She opened her arms at me as I rolled my eyes turning around so she could get on my back.

“Bye guys.”

“Bye!” Katie said as they went back to trying to find a name for their band.

Blake POV Switch

“This shouldn’t be that hard.” I said as Katie nodded her head.

“I think it just depends on how serious we are about this.” I nodded my head at her. “Your name is what sort of defines you.”

“How about we come back to it?” I asked as she nodded her head.

“Yeah, and I’ll ask that girl in my class if she would be interested in being in the band for the competition.”

“Okay sounds good.” We sat for a moment as I got lost in thought for a few minutes. “Is it bad that I want to win?”

“No, that’s your competitive nature talking…” she commented as I nodded my head.

“I want to beat (Y/N), but like it would be cool to win too.”

“Winning would be great. Beating (Y/N) is just a bonus.” I nodded my head at the statement as we changed topics.

“Have we talked about the fact that (Y/N) and Alex are definitely dating?” I shook my head at the girl who smiled.

“They both claim they aren’t dating.”

“They are definitely dating. You don’t act like they do.”

“Well, (Y/N) has said that it’s just sex…”

“No, I have had my fair share of friends with benefits and it doesn’t look like that…they are both into each other. They just don’t see it yet.”

“Why do you think that is?” I asked as she seemed to think about it for a moment.

“I can’t speak for (Y/N), but I think for Alex. She has already had her heart broken by someone she trusted. She doesn’t want to get hurt again.”

“Yeah no that might be it for (Y/N) as well…” I commented as she nodded her head.

“I don’t know how to get them to realize that the only people who don’t see it are them.”

We sat for a little while just hanging out before the door opened and in walked (Y/N). She had a box of pizza in her hand as she handed it to me. I took it with a smile taking a piece out and eating it.

“Where’s Alex?” Katie asked as (Y/N) fell onto her bed.

“Taking a shower.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t offer to take it with her. You guys are together so much…” Katie responded sarcastically. (Y/N) gave her a look as she got more comfortable in her bed.

“Did you guys come up with a name or not?” she asked as I scowled at our failed attempt to come up with a name.

“We did not. It’s actually really difficult.”

“Well, what did you come up with?”

“Nothing.” I said annoyed as she gave me a pitiful look. “I hate you for doing this to me.”

“You don’t have to do it.”

“And let you win…I think not.” I said as she laughed.

“Well, the competition is in like three weeks. The deadline is in a few days, so you better come up with one.”

“You say that like it’s so easy.” Katie said as (Y/N) shook her head.

“I don’t think that.”

“I just can’t think of anything that fits.”

“Well, it depends on how serious you are about it…like if you were to win is it something you would do after the competition? Like, would you continue being a band? Would you want to go beyond los Angeles or disband after the competition?”

“You just asked me a lot of questions that I do not know the answer to.” Katie said as I nodded my head.

“Write them down and answer them later.” She said as I nodded my head writing down each question. “It’ll help you come up with a name.”

“I hope so.”

(Y/N) POV Switch

The battle of the band’s competition seemed to come quickly as Blake and Katie basically disappeared for a few weeks to work on everything. They got a girl in one of Katie’s classes to be a part of the band. Blake told me they came up with a name and that they were very serious about being in the band.

“I mean…think about it for a moment.” Blake said as we made our way to where the competition was being held. “If we were to win, we could start building a fanbase. Then, the next thing you know everything grows and we are super famous.”

“I feel like you skipped a few steps.” Alex said as I laughed.

“You know what she means…” Katie said as I shrugged my shoulders at them both.

“Yeah so is Eva going to be staying in the band after this?”

“No, she doesn’t want to be in it…she’s doing us a favor for now.” Katie commented as I nodded my head.

“What did you decide on the name?”

“We are going to be known as…ready…wait for it…” Blake slapped my shoulder as I groaned a little. “Beyond Los Angeles!”

“We got it from one of your questions…” Katie said as I nodded my head.

“So, does that mean I get a portion of any money you make?”

“No.” Both Katie and Blake said as Alex laughed at the look on my face.

“Rude.” I said as she wrapped her arms around me. “I don’t want your money anyway.”

Once we got to the place, they left us while we found spots to sit in. The show started quickly and there were some decent bands, but we were waiting for the girls to come out and play.

“Next up we got an exciting trio of girls! Give it up for Beyond Los Angeles!” We cheered as they came out onto the stage. We sat there waiting for a moment before the music started. I know they are playing a song that Blake wrote. I can’t remember what she called it though.

“I let you get away with thinking you're the cure. I think I'm in too deep, it's time to pull the cord.” Blake sang out as people started to cheer.

“You like me more when you think, I'm getting bored. I hope you're home the day I tear down the walls” Katie took over before they both started singing.

“I won't settle, settle, settle, You are never gonna hold me down. So toxic, you ain't nothin' but a prick…” They continued singing and more people started cheering until the whole place was up on their feet.

As they continued, I took note over how natural Katie and Blake seemed to look on stage together. It seemed more like they had been playing together forever rather than a few weeks. Once they got to the end, they hugged each other as everyone cheered for them.

“I didn’t think they’d be so good!” Alex said as I nodded my head.

“I think they’re onto something” I joked as she grinned. The girls on stage hugged each other with both of them looking ecstatic over the performance. They should be very proud of themselves.

Two more bands went on after them, but they hadn’t seemed to get the crowd as hyped as the girls had. By the end of it, it was about a half hour before the announcer came out to announce the three bands who were going to the final round. He announced the first two bands which weren’t the girls.

“…and the final act going to the finals is…Beyond Los Angeles!” I turned to look over at Blake and Katie who were already jumping up and down in excitement. They went through the final things of the show before Alex and I were reunited with the girls.

“I can’t believe we are onto the next round!” Blake said excitedly as I grinned at her.

“Me neither! That was some song by the way.” I commented as she grinned back at me.

“Yeah we can all say a small thanks to the person who inspired that song.”

“What’s it called?” Alex asked her curiously.

“The best thing that never happened. There’s parenthesis around that never happened though.”

“It’s a good song. It won us this round so…” Katie said with a smug look.

“Well, I am so proud of you guys!” Alex said hugging Katie as we decided to go out and celebrate.

“So, when is the next round?” I asked as headed out of the place.

“First week of November.” Katie said as I nodded my head.

“That’s exciting!”

“Yeah, you’ll be there right?” Blake asked as Alex and I nodded our heads.

“Of course, we will be!” We celebrated for most of the night before heading back to our rooms. Alex and I made Blake stay in her and Katie’s room so we could spend time with each other.

The next couple of weeks after that was spent doing trainings and school. I had to leave for two weeks for a national team camp. Crazily enough, Alex has been getting called up to the U-20 team, so she was ecstatic over that! The U-20 World Cup was coming up so I knew she was trying to give it her all so she could make the team. She got called up over the summer while I was away, so she was over the moon about being able to continue playing with them.

I was told that if I stayed healthy, I would be playing on the U-20 team for the tournament. They were slightly concerned about my health and if I was getting tired, but we didn’t have any big tournaments next year, so I was fine with it.

“Zoning out really is your thing huh?” I turned towards Alex who was giving me an amused smile.

“It’s a bad habit.” I said as she shook her head.

“I hadn’t noticed.” I gave her a sheepish smile as I tried to remember what we were talking about.

“I’m sorry. I’m just a little tired.”

“I know. I was asking you about the U-20 World Cup.”

“What about it?”

“Do you know yet?”

“Oh yeah…as long as I can stay healthy. I’ll be going.”

“Must be lucky.”

“You’ll get the call-up. I know you will.” I said as she smiled at me.

We got up not long after to go to our respective classes. Afterwards, I had to work a shift at the coffee shop. Alex had a study group for one of her classes, so she was unable to meet me afterwards.

“Hello loser.” I stared at Blake as she came up to the counter.

“You’re so rude.” I responded as she grinned at me. “What can I get you?”

“Water. A doughnut would be nice too.” I shook my head grabbing a water for her and her doughnut. “I’m going to wait for you today since Alex cannot.”

“Okay.” After my shift, we started the walk to the dorms.

“So, are you excited for the World Cup?” she asked me as I nodded my head.

“Yeah it should be fun.”

“When does the official roster get released?”

“Well, from what I know the coach will start reaching out to people tomorrow and the roster will be announced at the end of the week.”

“What are Alex’s chances?”

“Oh, she already made it.” I said as Blake stared at me. “She doesn’t know that yet though…”

“You know that she made it and you didn’t tell her?” she gave me a shocked look as I nodded my head.

“Yeah, I found out a few days ago. I want her to get the call and everything. It’s a whole experience that she should get to enjoy.”

“I’m just surprised you didn’t tell her…with how much time you guys spend together it's amazing you don’t know every detail about each other’s days…”

“We don’t spend that much time together.”

“Yes, you do…I know you don’t want to hear this, but you are absolutely dating.” I shook my head not wanting to accept that it could be a real possibility.

“No, we aren’t…”

“Yes, you are. Look, that’s not a bad thing. I don’t know why you treat it as one.”

“I’ve been down the road of loving someone you shouldn’t…I’ve already gotten my heart broken once…”

“Okay but like…Alex feels the same way you do.” Blake grabbed my arm, stopping me from walking as I tried to pull away.

“Did she tell you that?”

“Well, no she didn’t, but it’s obvious she does. She looks at you the same way you look at her. Everyone knows you guys are dating. Why do you think no one has made any attempt to ask either of you out?”

“Okay maybe she does…maybe she doesn’t but I don’t want to get hurt.”

“Aren’t you just hurting yourself if you ignore it? That didn’t work so well the first time…you waited too long and the girl you loved moved on.” I looked away from her as the reminder of Christen remained heavy in my mind.

“You have no right to bring that up.” I said as I looked back at her trying to hide the pain.

“Look, I’m sorry. I’m not trying to hurt you. I just want you to be happy and right now it seems like Alex makes you happy.” She gave me a soft smile as I looked down at the ground with a heavy sigh.

“I’ll think about it.”

“That’s all I ask.”

“Anyways, have you and Katie decided what you’re going to do for the final round?” I asked as she smiled.

“Yes, we have. We wrote a song together.” I raised my eyebrows at her as she laughed. “It’s a good song if I do say so myself…”

“What’s it called?”

“The Great Escape. I think you’ll like it.” I nodded my head as she talked about the process of writing music with Katie and how fun it was.

“It sounds like you guys had a blast.”

“We did. Are you ever going to show me your songs?” I looked over at her with a surprised look as she gave me an amused grin. “You didn’t think I knew about that did you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’ve seen your little book. I wasn’t snooping though. You left it open. They are either poems or songs. I hate to say this but if they are poems they suck.”

“That’s fucking rude.” I said as she laughed.

“I’m serious. Which song was it that I glanced at? Moondust? It was good.” I sighed as we continued walking in silence for a moment.

“It’s just a small hobby I picked up. I don’t necessarily like writing my feelings but writing in song is not so bad.”

“Well, if you ever feel like sharing…I am here for you whether it be your songs or your actual feelings…”

“I know.” I gave her a small smile as she threw an arm around me. We got back to the room not long after that went to bed.

The next day I was on my way to practice when I heard my name being called. I turned and braced myself as Alex came running at me full force. She jumped into my arms giving me a hug.

“I made it!” she said excitedly as she gave me a grin. “I made the team. I’m going to the World Cup!”

“I knew you would!” I said as she leaned in and gave me a kiss. I smiled into it as she pulled back leaving me breathless. We stared at each other for a moment before I went in for another one which she immediately reciprocated.

“I can’t believe I made it.” She said as I gave her a soft look.

“I can. You deserve it.” She smiled at me pulling away but grabbing my hand and intertwining our fingers. She pulled me along towards where our practice was being held.

“This means we get to play in the World Cup together.”

“Might as well hand us the trophy now.” She rolled her eyes at my statement before letting go of my hand just as we got onto the field.

Throughout practice, I was distracted by my thoughts of Alex. These last few months with her have been confusing. For the longest time, I have been in love with Christen and only Christen, but the time I have spent with Alex and all the intimate moments we have had has changed things for me.

Since I started everything with Alex, I haven’t really thought about Christen as much. We haven’t talked at all and I don’t really feel that ache in my chest like I used to. Having Blake and Tati both point out that there is something between Alex and I that goes beyond our arrangement has been confusing too. Blake made some good points about waiting and how it hasn’t worked out for me.

I am scared to get hurt. If Alex were to reject me, I don’t know if I could come back from it. I think she is the one I want to be with though. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try and give being in a real relationship with her a chance. I was brought out of my thoughts by the whistle being blown signaling the end of practice.

“We are celebrating tonight right?” Alex asked me as we gathered our things.

“Of course, we are!” I said as she grinned at me. We went out with the team and some of our other friends to celebrate Alex making the roster. It was a long night and thankfully I didn’t have class the next day.

Blake POV Switch

“Are you ready for this?” Katie asked me as I stood there waiting for the host to introduce us.

“I think so.” I said as she smiled at me. “I mean…we have practiced as much as we can.”

“We got this.” She said as I nodded my head. “Even if we don’t win, I am so proud of us.”

“Me too.” We gave each other one more smile before walking out onto the stage.

We got set up really quick before we started playing. As we played through the song, the audience cheered for us. It seemed like everyone was super into our performance which was great. I knew the song we wrote would be a hit and by the look Katie gave me at one point, she agreed.

“I can’t believe that just happened!” Katie said as we got off the stage.

“I know!” I said in disbelief that we had just done that.

“They loved the song!” she said jumping up and down for a moment. “We wrote that song!”

“I know!”

The rest of the acts went on to perform before they took a few minutes to deliberate. It felt like forever before they came back with a decision. Third place was announced first which wasn’t us and then second place was announced. There were only six acts so it could be anyone really.

“And your winners for this year’s battle of the bands and taking home the $1500 grand prize…Beyond Los Angeles!”

I immediately felt Katie jump on me as the crowd seemed to go wild. I was in utter shock as we made our way out onto the stage to take the trophy from the host. We stood there for a few moments before making our way into the crowd. We went in search of (Y/N) and Alex. I engulfed (Y/N) into a hug as we started celebrating the win.

“Oh my god!” she said as I grinned.

“Oh my god!”

“I can’t believe we just won!” Katie exclaimed with a look of disbelief.

“You guys killed it!” Alex said with a grin giving me a hug.

We thanked everyone there and talked to some of the people before leaving to go celebrate with our friends. As the night continued, there was a ton of drinking and celebrations. It wasn’t until 3 am that we finally made our way back to our dorm.

“Did that all really just happen?” I asked (Y/N) who gave me an amused smile.

“Yeah. You did it. I am so proud of you.”

“I still can’t believe it.” I mumbled as she laughed.

“You guys did amazing. You should be so proud of yourselves.”

“You know we talked about like…doing it professionally right?”

“Yeah you mentioned it…”

“Well, what do you think?” I asked her as she gave me a confused look.

“About you guys doing it professionally?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, if you want to then you should…you definitely have the talent so I think you would be pretty successful.”

“You mean that?”

“I do.” I nodded my head before laying down. I let my mind wander to the possibilities of what Katie, and I could accomplish if we did all this full time. We could actually make it if we put in the work. As I drifted to sleep, my mind went to what life would be like if we could make it.

(Y/N) POV Switch

The week following Blake and Katie’s win at the Battle of the Bands was hectic. Alex and I were busy doing last minute packing before we had to leave. I was a little irritated at the fact that they weren’t doing a pre-tournament camp for the U-20 World Cup. I get that most of the players are in college, but it would be nice to get to train with each other a little bit to build some sort of team chemistry.

Blake and Katie had developed a little bit of a fanbase following the competition was over. They had both decided that they were going to try to become professional musicians. I had no doubt that they could do it. It will be a long road for them though between that and finishing school.

“Are you ready to go? The flight leaves soon.” Alex asked me as I nodded my head.

We said goodbye to the girls before heading off to the airport. We would be flying to meet the rest of the team before heading to Chile together. The first flight wasn’t so bad but getting with everyone else and finding our spots was stressful. More than I thought it would be at least…

“Have I ever told you that you always look so stressed?” I glanced at Sydney who gave me a grin. Alex, Sydney, and I were in a row together with Alex being in the middle. She wanted to talk to Sydney, so I got to sit in the window seat.

“I tell her that all the time.” Alex joked as I scowled at both forwards.

“I am not stressed. I am tired. There’s a difference.” I commented, closing my eyes and leaning my head back.

“Go to sleep.” Alex said softly as I leaned my head over and down on her shoulder. She was still talking to Syd when I fell asleep.

Once we got to our destination, it was more traveling to get to our hotel. I was roomed with Meghan Klingenberg which was cool. I knew she played with North Carolina, so she had at least some talent. We decided to do some team bonding which led all of us sitting in a room just hanging out.

“What’s it like to win a gold medal?” I shrugged my shoulders as everyone stared at me.

“I mean…it was cool. Playing on a world stage like that was stressful though. Everyone is watching you.”

“You actually got playing time so that must have been cool.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t expecting to get to play during the tournament, but I am glad I got to contribute a little bit.”

“Not going to lie, I feel a little better knowing you’re here.” One of the girls admitted as I smiled a little.

“Happy to be here.”

The couple training sessions we got in before the tournament started were a little rough, but we seemed to come together well.

“Let’s talk.” Tony said as I stared at him for a moment. “Experience wise you have the most of anyone here. You’re going to captain the game against France.”

“Okay…are you sure?”

“You’re a natural leader. Most of the girls seem to look up to you as well…also I am letting you know now that I am only playing you in two of the three group stage games. Only because you have had a busy year and not much of a break. I don’t want to tire you out so early…”

“I can understand that.” I said even though I wasn’t happy about being benched. I never like to be benched, but I get what he’s saying.

The opening game against France seemed to come and go. Alex and Sydney both had great games with both scoring. The game against Argentina was great too. Alex scored two goals and another girl scored too. I felt like this tournament could do wonderful things for Alex’s career if she continued playing super well like she was. The China game which I had been benched in proved to be difficult with us losing by two. We still won the group, but I could tell it was a small hit to confidence for the team.

The knockout stage seemed to be when things were getting a little more serious. England was the first team we faced in the Quarterfinals. We were able to come out with the win with Syd getting a brace. The semifinals against Germany was even more difficult with us getting extremely lucky when one of their players scored an own goal. The final was also insane, but we still managed to come out with the win. Alex technically scored the game winner so I could tell she was super excited by the end of the game.

Overall, it was an incredible tournament. Our team took home the fair play award. Sydney took home the golden ball and shoe, while Alex took the silver ball and bronze shoe. My opinion that this tournament was going to significantly help Alex’s career was only solidified when I watched her collect her awards. It did feel nice to get to lift the trophy for our team. I could get used to being a captain. Maybe one day.

“I can’t believe what a day this has been…” Alex mumbled from next to me. The team had gone out to celebrate, so we took that opportunity to be alone to have our own celebration.

“You did amazing.” I said as she smiled at me. She leaned over and gave me a kiss.

“You were way better. You should have got an award.”

“I don’t need one. I already have the best thing right here.” I boldly stated as she blushed just a little. “I don’t want this to end.”

“What do you mean?” She gave me a confused look.

“I just…I like this. With you. Having these moments…it’s nice.”

She went to respond when her phone started ringing. She sighed and leaned over to grab it. She answered and was on the phone for a minute before she hung up.

“It was Syd. They are on their way back. They should be here soon so we should get dressed.” She said standing up and looking for her clothes. I tried not to feel too bothered that she hadn’t really responded to my attempt at a serious conversation. Once the girls got back, we celebrated with them a little bit before I headed back to my room.

The next day we headed back to the states. It was two long flights later and a car ride before we arrived back at the dorms. We were back just in time for finals, so we didn’t really get the chance to spend time with each other. We did celebrate with Blake and Katie though. So, that was nice.

I had a few finals, but they were all on the same two days, so I lucked out. When I got back to my room, I found Alex waiting for me giving me a smile.

“I’m making Blake sleep in my room tonight.”

“Any particular reason why?” I asked as she shook her head. She came closer wrapping her arms around my neck as I settled mine on her waist.

“I feel like things have been weird between us and I don’t like it.”

“We’ve just been busy.” She gave me a skeptical look but nodded her head. She leaned in to give me a kiss which I happily accepted. “Don’t you have a final tomorrow?”

“I do, but it’s not until the afternoon so for now I am all yours…and no I don’t need to study because I know the material.” she said with a smile as I nodded my head.

“Well, then…what are we waiting for?” I jokingly asked picking her up and carrying her to the bed.

The next morning was spent just laying in bed with Alex for a little while. Eventually, we had to get up because she needed to get ready to go take her final. She pulled on one of my sweaters while going through my clothes to find something to wear.

“You know you could just go across the hall to get your own clothes, right?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” she joked as I shook my head at her. “I’m using your shower.”

She headed into the bathroom as I rolled my eyes at her. I laid there for a minute or two before there was a knock on my door. I stood up wondering who it could be. I thought about putting more clothes on considering I was in a pair of my practice shorts and a t-shirt before deciding I looked fine. When I opened the door, my entire body froze as I stared at the person in front of me.

“Hey!” Christen said with a bright smile as I stared at her in shock.

“Hi…what are you doing here?” her smile seemed to falter a little at my question. I realized I must have sounded so rude.

“I came to visit you!”

“You do know I am going home next week, right?” I asked as she nodded her head. Before either of us could say another word, Alex came out of the bathroom. She was only in my sweater and a pair of underwear and I swear this is like a nightmare coming true.

“You know this shampoo you have been using is horrible for-” she stopped when she saw Christen standing there. She immediately looked to me and then back at Christen. Christen seemed to stare at Alex with shock and something else I couldn’t quite place, before looking at me. I stared between the two of them for a moment before realizing I needed to say something.

“Alex this is my friend Christen Press. She goes to Stanford.” Alex gave her an awkward wave that Christen returned which was equally as awkward.

“Christen, this is Alex Morgan. She is my ...girlfriend.” Both of their heads seemed to snap to me as I stood there with a panicked expression. Alex had on a confused look while Christen just looked upset.

“I didn’t know you were dating anyone.” Christen said as I nodded my head.

“Yeah…” I glanced at Alex who raised an eyebrow at me. I gave her a pleading look before she smiled at Christen.

“Don’t you have a final?” I asked Alex as she gave me a slightly offended look.

“Yeah, it was super nice meeting you, but I do have a final in 45 minutes and I need to get ready.” She walked towards us giving Christen a smile and me a glare before going across the hall towards her room leaving Christen and I alone.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt.” She said after a moment as I stared at her.

“No, don’t worry about it. It’s fine.”

“So, she seems nice.” I nodded my head

“She is…she’s just…stressed over finals.” I said hoping that she bought it. She seemed to as she looked down.

“I should have called.” She said finally as I shook my head.

“No seriously it's fine…”

“Do you have finals today?”

“No, I finished them all yesterday.”

“Me too.”

“Do you want to get lunch? I’m free the whole day.” She nodded her head as I turned to get dressed into something more appropriate. We headed to get food which ended up being a very awkward meal.

“So, why didn’t you tell me about her?”

“I guess I’ve just been busy…” I said as she nodded her head.

“Or it’s payback for not telling you about Kelley.” She said as I shook my head.

“No, it's not like that. You know I don’t usually hold grudges.”

“It’s fine really…I probably deserved it.” She looked down, which made me feel guilty.

“Christen really…it wasn’t like that. Things are just complicated right now…there was nothing to talk about really…”

“I just really missed you and I didn’t want to wait until next week to talk to you. You don’t really answer my messages a lot these days so…I figured coming to see you would be a little more effective.”

“Like I said, it’s all been really complicated lately with all the traveling and stuff…I didn’t intentionally mean to not answer.”

“I know. I guess our lives have just changed a lot.”

“Yeah I guess they have.” She gave me a sad look as I tried to think of something else to say.

We ended up hanging out for a few more hours before she departed. We promised to try to see each other next week when I finally got home. After she left, I knew I needed to go out in search of Alex. I hadn’t responded to any of her messages during the day.

“Hey, do you know where Alex is?” I asked Blake and Katie who were sitting in Alex and Katie’s room.

“She had a thing. She should be back soon.” Katie said as I nodded, letting out a heavy sigh.

“Why?” Blake asked, giving me a slightly concerned look.

“A friend of mine came to unexpectedly visit and when I introduced her to Alex. I called Alex my girlfriend.”

“You guys are official? That’s great.” Katie said as I shook my head.

“It would be, but we aren’t official, and I was kind of mean to her.”

“When you say friend…do you mean-?”

“Yes!” I cut her off as she gave me a sympathetic look.

“That’s rough.”

“I feel like there is a story here…” Katie said looking between us as I shook my head. I noticed Alex coming down the hall as I turned to walk towards her.

“Maybe another time.” I responded back to Katie just as Alex noticed me. She gave me a slight glare as I opened the door to my room and motioned for her to follow me. She huffed but entered the room anyway.

“Where’s your friend?” Alex asked, looking around the room.

“She went home. It’s a long drive.” I said as she nodded, throwing her bag down.

“So, I’m your girlfriend? Don’t you think you should have informed me? Or what was with you being a complete dick after that?” she glared at me as I tried to come up with something to say.

“I’m sorry.” I said as she shook her head.

“No, it’s not that easy. What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“How about the truth? How about why you were so weird about everything?”

“She’s a friend I grew up with and-”

“So, she’s a friend from where you grew up which means you have to be a dick to me. Is that to like be cool or something…? You didn’t really strike me as that kind of person…”

“No, it’s just complicated describing this…”

“We’re friends! You could have just said we were friends!”

“You were standing in my room half naked! That’s not just friends…” She stood there in silence for a moment. I was already frustrated over everything which caused me to keep going. “What was I supposed to say? Hey, Christen, this is Alex. My friends with benefits who I stupidly fell in love with. I’m not trying to make a fool of myself and I-”

“(Y/N)”

“-It’s not easy trying to explain our relationship to people who-”

“(Y/N)”

“-don’t understand that having sex with someone you’re not dating is okay. I mean…it’s 2008 for Christ sakes-”

“(Y/N)!”

“What?!?” I asked, feeling overwhelmed by everything. She had a small smile on her face as I stood there breathing heavily.

“You’re in love with me?”

I stood for a moment before running back through my small rant. I closed my eyes and dropped my head at the realization of what I had confessed to her. I opened and closed my mouth for a moment as she waited for me to say something.

“I am.” She stood for a moment before slowly walking towards me. I was rooted to my spot waiting for her to respond. My heart was truly in her hands as she cupped my cheeks. She placed a passionate kiss on my lips with me immediately kissing her back with everything in me. It lasted for a few moments before she leaned her forehead against mine.

“I love you too.”

“Thank god.” I mumbled as she laughed a little. “I’m sorry for being so weird…”

“It’s fine.” She wrapped her arms around my neck. “Let’s just forget about it.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” She said leaning in and giving me another kiss. “Now, I’ve had a long day and am in serious need of food. You’re taking me to dinner.” She moved to pull away before I pulled her back into me.

“Wait…” she gave me a confused look as I let out a shaky breath. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Obviously…” she laughed as I smiled giving her another kiss. “Now, take me to dinner.” I let out a laugh as she intertwined our fingers and pulled me towards the door.

To be continued…

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WHEN THE HEART BEATS || Levi Ackerman x Reader CHAPTER III

"Captain!" Sairam shouted as the woman stood on her horse and flew towards the Titan's neck slashing it with ease.

A maximum of five 15 meter class titans had surrounded the whole squad making it no room for retreating without a fight.

Another Blue signal flared above the skies signalling immediate retreat.

"You all! Retreat!" the woman shouted as she slashed another titan now making an opening for a safe route for the squad.

"But Captain!" one of her Cadets shouted as a black flare near them shot to the sky signalling an abnormal ahead.

"Just listen to me! Retreat! That's an order!" shouting in the top of her lungs she spiraled to the Titan's neck now killing three in a row.

"Let's go!" shouted Jodji, second in command, yet Sairam stood in place, watching their captain battle in awe.

"Sairam what are you doing?! Let's go!" one of the cadets shouted.

Sairam was one of the least proficient in the whole squad yet their captain never complained about it, always saving his ass from danger and now was his chance to show her how capable he is.

"Let's fight along side her! Jodji!" he shouted making the male focus his eyes on him, he was about to speak but was then grabbed by a Titan crushing his bones in the process.

"JODJI!!" everyone shouted in unison making their leader's eyes widen amidst her battle with a titan.

Leaving it alone, (Y/N) flew to her squad only spotting yet another bloodbath as a Titan took ahold of her last member. Seeing who it was she knew, Sairam wouldn't be able to fight for himself.

She heard the gigantic steps of the titan she failed to kill behind her and all the horses except for hers had already ran in berserk, she also haf only one pair of blades left.

Making up her mind she shouted, "Sairam take my horse and run!" slashing the hands of the titan and making herself hook to it as if bait.

"RUN!" she shouted, he couldn't do anything but to look at his captain about to get eaten by two titans, stuck on his place he let his tears fall. He was so useless, if it wasn't for him--! He thought it was the end when he heard yet another shout.

"She told you to fucking take her horse and run! Then do it!" slicing the Titan's neck, Erwin's voice boomed. Making the soldier scramble to his feet to take the horse.

"She never blamed anything to me since then, she took all the blame to herself and would slap Captain Erwin if he dared to lecture me." giving out a melancholy laugh, Sairam remembered how shocked he was when the certain [c] haired female had slapped the hell out of the Captain.

"She did that?!" Isabel exclaimed.

Laughing, Sairam asked, "Which one? She sacrificing herself or her slapping Captain Erwin?"

"Both!" A wide eyed Isabel answered.

"Well you got your answer Levi, no need to worry." Farlan muttered, the blonde knew why Levi was acting like this, he knew Levi didn't trust them enough and wanted a leader who can protect them when he can't.

Levi just stared hard at Farlan, face with an unreadable expression, the latter only to stare back harder.

The sound of fists colliding with the wooden table ended the two men's quiet battle for dominance.

"So please don't ever show such disrespect, she never deserved any and she never will."

So the woman was close enough to slap Erwin? And to be able to even do that without getting punished was plenty enough proof of how capable this woman is. A prideful ambitious man such as him would never let any lowlife do such deed, he must've respected this (Y/N) so much.

And she seems to not even look down at them unlike the others, Levi remembered the disgusting looks everyone were giving them but he never saw those in her eyes, not even once.

Slowly, Levi had come to trust her judgement and capabilities, he just hopes that she wouldn't let him down any time soon.

"What's this talk about disrespect I'm hearing? Sairam! I didn't thought you'd get so deep! I was only gone for 5 minutes!" (Y/N)'s rants were able to pull Levi out of his train of thoughts, he never failed to notice the nice aroma of tea filling the room.

"I'm sorry Captain! I got carried away!" Sairam stood saluting. Laughing, (Y/N) shook her head disapprovingly as the male took his sit once again.

Placing the tray of tea and pastries, the woman whispered to the three as Sairam was in the other side cannot hear.

"Make sure you don't end up like him saluting all the time, though I even doubt you will." she whispered teasingly, however, their focus weren't directed to her.

"These food..." Farlan murmured staring at the pastries with almost stars in his eyes.

"It smells so nice!" Isabel exclaimed smelling the nice fragrance of cakes and cookies mixed with tea.

"It looks damn expensive. Where'd you stole it from huh Captain?" Levi snarkly commented aware of the shocked stares the four were giving him.

The 'Captain' didn't sound as insulting as before though it still had something else yet it was more bearable than the last.

Smiling, (Y/N) reminded herself to thank Sairam on whatever beating he did to the stoic man who was now eyeing everything on the tray.

Levi wasn't all that heartless as she thought, you just had to make him trust you for even just a little and he won't be skinning you alive in his mind anymore. The man had trust issues!

The young woman then begun distributing the fancy teacups to the gentlemen in front her.

For her to be letting them, the filthy underground thugs, drink in such fancy expensive kitchenware left the trio in utter awe.

Looking at one another, Isabel was smiling the biggest, Farlan having a small grin while Levi had a contented look on his face.

"It's not much, I was only able to buy Black Tea from the market today." the woman murmured as she placed three smaller cups in front of them.

"But I was able to buy some additives! You can try anything with it! Milk, Honey, sugar or maybe you'll want it plain just enjoy yourselves tonight!" the woman excitedly exclaimed.

"Aren't these really expensive in the market today?" Farlan questioned.

"Yeah! It might even cost much more than our lives!" Isabel exclaimed as (Y/N) flicked her forehead for this.

"Don't say that! Those nasty merchants might think so but they won't be able to do anything with honey and milk if the titans were to appear in front of them. " the woman lectured.

"Yeah! The Titans wouldn't pick eating sugar and honey than humans right?" Isabel exclaimed now understanding her words better which earned an approving smile from her captain.

Looking at Levi she asked "How's that Levi-bro?! I'm quite clever aren't I!" making Levi mentally roll his eyes.

"You're as dense as usaual." he plainly said making Isabel huff in disappointment.

"Levi... bro?" Sairam who had been silent asked in confusion.

"Yeah! Levi is the coolest big bro there is! You should see him fight!" Isabel bragged.

"He fights like common thug." sairam commented making Isabel stand from her seat and point a daring finger at the charcoal haired male.

"Let's see who'll win when you spar with Levi-bro!" she shouted making Sairam also stand from his seat to meet her level.

"Sairam that's enough." "Isabel that's enough." Levi and (Y/N) said in unison making both of them sit with a huff.

"We should be enjoying ourselves. And it was wrong of you to call someone's fighting skills like that, apologize Sairam." the black haired female lectured once again.

"I apologize." the male said looking them both in the eye to let them see his sincerity.

"Damn right you are!" Isabel exclaimed making Sairam clench his fists in self control.

"You both bicker like children... It's annoying me." Levi commented this time making Isabel face him.

She once again opened her mouth to yell something about her not being a child when (Y/N) shoved a piece of cookie inside her mouth.

"Good isn't it? Now now let's all calm down, shall we? Take Farlan here as an example." she said patting Farlan's blonde locks in the process making the latter slightly blush at the matter.

Once again (Y/N) started serving them with everything on the tray lastly placing a neatly folded napkin on the trio's front.

Levi noticed that Sairam didn't receive a napkin, confused he also looked over to the [c] haired woman's front only to find no napkin as such.

"Why don't you two have napkins?" Isabel voiced out Levi's confusion.

"I received mine a long time ago." Sairam said shortly while (Y/N) just smiled.

Not one to ask stupid questions, Levi decided to take a closer look on the napkin unfolding it only to see his name embroidered.

Levi

This left him once again in awe.

'Ah... So this was what that hard headed dog of her was barking about'

This was why allot had wished to be placed in her squad.

"Wow! That's my name! Isabel! It says Isabel! Look Levi-bro!" Isabel exclaimed as she wiggled it in front Levi's face.

Farlan run his thumb across his embroidered name, smiling faintly, this was the first time someone had given them anything and the that possibility that she herself made it--

"You did this yourself Captain?" he asked.

"Well, it's the least I could do for all of you. It's been a hobby of mine as well." she answered biting into one of the well baked cookies.

It made his heart warm towards her in an instant, much to the blonde's utter frustration he was never one to trust instantly.

"Well don't wait for the tea to get cold!" the young woman said urging them to get to enjoy the tea, yet the three were still hesitant, especially that onyx-haired one.

Picking up her spoon she dipped it in each of their cups and placed it in her lips.

Confused, the three of them watch as the woman removed it to speak.

"No poison! Don't worry!" she said laughing, making the three more at ease.

Levi was quite satisfied with how he held the arm of the elegant teacup, it was his first time and though he wouldn't say it, he had always dreamt of having a refined lifestyle but he knew the underground wasn't a place for dreams like that.

Sipping the tea, Levi couldn't help but show how pleased he was with the taste, instantly downing the whole cup.

(Y/N) saw this and was happy of how she was able to make these three experience these kinds of luxuries that one won't be able to imagine in their past home.

"I am aware of what horrible place you three had come from." (Y/N) started, gazing down on her cup of tea as it swirled following the direction of the spoon.

"...and I'm also aware of how the three of you are treated in such low manner because of it, it makes me sick." looking up at them, she had the most earnest look in her eyes.

"So as long you're in my squad... staring tomorrow, nobody would ever look at you in such insulting filthy manner." she promised.

This woman... she never failed to leave him in awe.

Maybe being placed under her command wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.

END OF CHAPTER III ANOMIFICS

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ahmedmootaz · 4 years

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To Find A Blot

Hello, dear Tumblr folk! How are you doing? Fine as always, I hope. I had made a story predicting (or trying to predict) the events of tomorrow’s episode of Ducktales as a reply to a request. Unfortunately, Tumblr decided that the original post endangered public safety, so here I am, posting it again.

I would like to ask for everyone’s thoughts! Whether they be comments or critiques, I want your feedback! I like long comments, so write away! I hope you like this little piece of mine.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26551864

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It was a dark, cold night in the Forest Of...whatever. Lena couldn't care less about what its name was. It was damp, awful, cold, and filled with monsters. No wonder Magica would hide here; it was basically her dream home. Maybe it was a mirror, too. She trudged with her friends, Violet and Webby, who'd oh-so-kindly volunteered to help her on this mad quest of hers. She was going mad, that's what, and they were both ready to go mad with her. She really was lucky when it came to friends.

They kept trudging in silence, not wanting to reflect on the series of what must've been unfortunate events to lead them to searching for Magica DeSpell in the dark, cold night in the middle of a swamp. An ugly swamp, too...though, now that she thought about it, there weren't really 'pretty' swamps, so it wasn't like Magica chose a bad one; they were all bad.

Despite telling herself several times how she was over this, how she had no issues whatsoever about what they were doing right now and that it was for the greater good, she found herself contemplating any other choice. Just what, exactly, led them to this point?!

...Well, they all knew. It was a rhetorical question. An angry rhetorical question. Leave it to the McDucks to be attacked by a literal video-game monster that crawled out of the screen and treating it like another boring day. Which...yeah, it kinda was for them, but she'd gotten used to the calmer household she moved in. It wasn't like that was the biggest thing that happened today, either, it was more like...the appetizer, even though that wasn't really a correct statement, since it was like eating a whole roast duck only to be told it was an appetizer.

Still, it wasn't the tentacle-monster which they took down that led to this situation. It was the fact that Gladstone...Gladner? Something along those lines, showed up. Apparently, he was the boys' uncle, which made him someone she didn't know. Not that it mattered anyway, he came in, crying about how his luck left him forever before weeping on her arm, which was conveniently next to him. Her sleeve was never going to return to regular levels of salt after this.

It took a while before Scrooge managed to calm him down. It seemed like his luck...which was a thing she didn't know about, had left him. Normally, she was told, they would've chalked it up to some paranormal mystery and had to excuse themselves and send her home, but it went further then that...Almost everyone in Duckburg was losing their abilities.

They didn't really believe it at first, but when Scrooge's monetary abilities started going blank, the alarms blared loudly enough in everyone's minds. It wasn't just him, too; Gyro was losing his intelligence, so was Huey, Mrs.Beakly lost a good portion of her Agent skills, and Dewey lost the ability to Dewey, whatever the heck he meant by that.

It only left her and the rest of Team Magic to fend for themselves and figure out what was draining their powers. There was one teeny-tiny problem, however:

How would they do that? Webby was an amazing fighter, but their enemy, a certain Phantom Blot that Violet heard about, didn't leave a trace, much less a body to fight, and despite Violet's best efforts, nothing came out of her investigations to find where he hid, which left Lena to do the job. One issue, however: She couldn't.

She was a brilliant sorceress, or so she bragged, but there was still much she needed to learn before casting detection spells. And they, she theorized, didn't have that time. Violet was an amazing step-sister and a scarily fast learner, but even she came up empty-handed when it came to learning anything about that power. That left one magic user in Duckburg she knew. Ugh.

She shivered at the memory, snapping out of her mind due to some whimpering from Gladstone. He said he needed to find his luck or else he was a goner. She thought he was exaggerating at first, but then a boat nearly fell on him. 4 Kilometres away from sea. He promised he'd do them anything if she let him accompany them on this treacherous journey while the rest of the gang tried investigating using their own ways, and the agreed. How bad could he be, anyways?

-"U-Um...Lena? I don't know how to tell you this...but I...I hate swamps. I don't think I know how to walk in them. It was always my luck helping me out. I'm cold, scared, and humiliated."...well, not too bad, but he just wouldn't shut up! And while he seemed to amuse Webby and Violet, he was just getting on her nerves.

-"Well, nobody here likes swamp, either! And you've been listing the things your luck did for you for two hours now, is there anything you can do on your own, Mr.Gladstone?", she shot back, irked.

He used to argue and bicker with her, but as his luck kept worsening throughout the day (How on earth does one get mauled by a bear, an alligator, and then receive a speeding ticket because the alligator's death-roll was too fast??), he mostly stuck to paranoia to help himself. She couldn't help but feel bad for him, despite how much he annoyed her.

-"W-Well...I used to breathe well on my own...I could also walk...I think...", he mumbled, his voice a broken mess compared to his arrogant and proud tone, or so she was told by Webby. "A-And...I think I might need to learn how to go to the bathroom in the swamp.", he added, his exhaustion overpowering his embarrassment.

-"Pffft, don't worry about it, Gladstone! The entire swamp is your bathroom! You're basically the King of the swamp!", and there it was, the perky, energetic voice that was trying to keep Gladstone away from depression this entire trip.

-"Oh, quit with the lies! I am nothing without my luck!", he cried, seeming on the verge of tears for the...seventeenth time today? Lena couldn't remember. "B-But...It wasn't my choice! My luck was always there for me! Like...Like a-a stick! Something to lean on my entire life and now it is gone!", he lamented, slouching as his footsteps got a bit slower. For the sake of all them, Lena hoped he regained any of his luck soon.

-"Well, it is true; any being born with a condition, abnormal or not, that aids him throughout his life without any major work done from the part of the being will eventually get used to this condition, which could explain why you're taking this particular misadventure hard, Mr.Gladstone.", Violet bumped in their chat, checking the notepad on which they brainstormed the possible locations of Magica. "Still, I'd advise you to remain positive, as I sense we may be able to fix these conditions.", she added, giving him a small, encouraging smile which he didn't notice.

-"Yeah, probs.", the teenage witch agreed after she felt a nudge from the Vanderquack. Anything to cheer up her friend's friends' uncle. "Hey Vi, are we close or not?", she asked, trying to ignore the eye-roll from her shorter friend.

-"Well, I don't have a particularly detailed map, though I imagine that Magica would mark her camp with a particular sign; an X on the ground, perhaps, or perhaps we must deduce it from the surrounding environment-"

-"Or she might've carved her face on the bottom of an ancient tree!", the cheerful duck happily announced as they entered a clearing with a small dirt road that led to the mouth of Magica DeSpell. A wooden carving of her, anyway.

It was just as Webby said, large, reeking of pride and arrogance, and yet...oddly well done. The details were really nice and actually looked like Magica. If she had to give her 'aunt' something, it had to be that she apparently didn't suck at something in her life. Really though, wood carving, of all things? Was she a carpenter before becoming an evil, awful witch? Is she talented? She didn't have her magic...maybe she had someone else with her.

-"Alright, so, is everyone prepared to meet my homicidal aunt?", the tallest duckling asked with fake happiness, receiving a nod form everyone but Gladstone, who emitted something of a sniff. Webby readied the axe she brought with her, patting the kitten at the top while Violet tightened her garlic necklace, while Gladstone...he stood there, steadying his back a bit. "Mr.Gladstone?"

-"Ah, forget about it, whatever she does to me, it can't be worse than having an anvil hit me from ten-meters.", he steadied his tone, managing to make it more bitter than desperate. Well, at least he wasn't going to cry when they see her.

She looked back at the tree's base, blocking out the various memories that gave her the urge to blast the door, and knocked. Harshly. Hey, she was going to give herself something. She felt both Webby and Violet's hands on her shoulders, and she anticipated the door opening. Now or never...they were going to convince her, and somehow, she didn't think it was going to be too easy.

Her mind raced, imagining all the awful things she could be plotting right now. She heard garlic was harmful to magic users, something she didn't know too much about, but was apparently true, as she figured out when her magical powers suddenly dimmed as she touched some garlic. Still, Magica could hit them form a distance...and what about that axe? Was going physical the ideal plan? Was-

CRASH!

The quartet of ducks yelled, jumping back before they realized the door didn't even open. It was something from the inside. Someone, to be exact. A couple of curses came through the door as a metallic sound came through as well.

-"Bloody Hell! Who comes in this hour of the night, in this swamp, to this tree?! I don't even pay bills!", the angry yelling of her not-really-aunt came through. Yep, that was about the attitude she expected. "If you're the Magical Supplies Shop, I'm sorry, but if you couldn't tell, I lost my powers after following a wonderful plan of mine. I cannot pay you in whatever things you want. Now go away before I shoot you!", she answered with a sickeningly sweet tone. Even her voice brought Lena awful memories and forced her to frown.

-"You can do this, Lena. You faced her down before. She can't do anything to you.", Violet squeezed her shoulder, giving her a determined smile. Lena shot one back, before taking a step closer to the door.

-"Hey, this is Lena...Your...", she sighed, bringing a hand to her temple. "Niece?", she finished, awaiting a sick laughter or an undignified scowl at her for attempting to break free from being a shadow. Sorry-not-sorry, Magica. For moment, there was silence. Then there was laughter. Hysterical laughter. So much laughter Lena felt scared.

-"Ooooh, good one, person-who-is-trying-to-fool-me! I don't have a niece! My brother is dead and my sister cannot keep a worm alive! Now scram before my patience runs out!", she thundered from behind the door, leaving the ducklings and Gladstone in shock.

-"She has a brother?", Lena repeated with incredulity, looking at her two friends and Gladstone.

-"I don't know! How should I know? I thought she didn't have family!", Violet answered with equal confusion, shrugging.

-"I mean, technically she doesn't have a brother anymore.", Gladstone chimed in, his voice devoid of any enthusiasm. "Who's this woman anyway? And why does she sound like she woke up on the wrong side of the bed?", he asked, raising his voice a tad too much.

-"The wrong side of the bed?!", came the war-cry from behind the door, only leaving a moment before a couple of locks unlocked and it swung outwards, revealing Magica DeSpell . With a shotgun. Oh, well this was just lovely, wasn't it? "Alright, that does it, I will put more holes than you than there is in...swiss...cheese...", her speech slurred, looking at the three ducklings in front of her house.

The silence remained for a moment, with no one doing anything. Webby brandished her weapon, Violet made a threatening expression, and Lena ignited a spark in her hand. And Gladstone stood there, trying to take all this in. That moment gave Lena enough time to admire Magica's hut; a three-room lodging, more aptly. It was basically a sink, a gas-cooker, and some drawers, a wardrobe, and a bookshelf, all locally-made, apparently. There was also a toilet and a bath in the background. It was a pretty sorry place to live in, but it seemed functional enough.

-"Hi, Aunt Magica.", Lena greeted, gritting her teeth and delivering the widest, fakest smile she could possibly give. "I almost forgot how you looked! We haven't seen each other in such a long time. What a shame.", she continued, trying her best to remain calm and to look the elder sorceress in the eyes. Said sorceress was now surveying the ducks surrounding her, measuring her chances and keeping her hands on the shotgun's trigger.

-"Get out. Now!", the cape-wearing duck yelled, looking dangerously close to a rage-fit. "All three of you. Now!"

-"Three? Hello? I may have lost my luck, but I am certainly not invisible, lady!", Gladstone announced with an undignified tone. He got a glare that shut him up. "Yeah, sure, okay, talk with the people who really matter. Why wouldn't you?", he grumbled bitterly.

-"Listen, as much as we'd love to, we can't really do that.", the younger sorceress laid her hand on her waist, looking both bored and uncaring. At least, she hoped she did. The last thing she needed was for the awful, horrible duck in front of her to sense any weakness, something she assumed she excelled at.

-"Besides, we're already outside! Your evil mind trick won't work on us!", Webby boasted, swinging her axe a bit for intimidation purposes. They didn't seem to work all too well, but at the very least, they made Magica's shotgun point at her just a tiny bit. Was that a victory?...Probably not.

-"Fine then, get away from me! From this place! The last thing I need is to spend my night with a bunch of McDucks.", the gun-wielder practically screamed, her veins starting to bulge from the anger. Her voice was laced with venom dripping off of every word. It was honestly both terrifying and admirable how much hate she poured into every word.

-"I told you we can't.", Lena repeated calmly, trying to avoid a fight she saw she was coming.

And then, just as she hoped things would calm down, a loud, roaring BANG! filled the swamp. Every single member of her group jumped, looking frightened as they searched around for wounded. There were none, only four ducks staring at each other. She'd tricked them. And she didn't even have her magic. Lena frowned and turned her face back to her shadow's origin. Her...uh...creator? She was her shadow, did shadows have creators? Maybe a caster was a better term? As much as she hated it, 'Aunt Magica' rolled off the tongue far better than 'Caster Magica'.

-"Are you searching for fight? Because I'm not certain your chances would be very high with the four of us.", Violet spoke for her step-sister. Her new room-mate at this point, but Lena still appreciated the gesture with all of her heart. It appeared Magica actually fired a shot, even if it was only a warning shot. Everyone tried to make good on that statement, looking as threatening as they could. Even Gladstone lifted his fists, adding a grand total of 4% to how threatening they were.

-"Maybe you are! Why can't you get away from me? What do you want? I don't have any more plans for the moment, I didn't do anything illegal for the last month, and you're taking my books from my cold, dead, hands!", the former-Sorceress Of The Shadows barked back defiantly, still pointing at them with her gun. "I don't care if you kill me! I'll take at least two of you down before I-"

-"Could you shut up?!", Lena cried out, her eye twitching and doing everything she could to not attack Magica. "We're here because...because...", she couldn't say it. She couldn't bring herself to ask her for help.

-"...You want to buy something?", her 'aunt' guessed, gun still pointing at her head, but apparently curious.

-"No."

-"You want to brag?"

-"...No.", okay, maybe they did, but they couldn't do that. Not now, anyway.

-"Are we here to rent the room?", Gladstone chimed in, scratching his head. Lena was certain Violet explained to him on the way here...but he apparently forgot.

-"I NEED YOUR HELP!", there, she spat it. She couldn't believe she said it, covering her face afterwards. She felt Violet's hand pat her and heard Webby saying something along the lines of 'There, there'.

-"...I'm sorry? Is this...Listen, it's the middle of September, the swamp is humid as all Hell and I'm trying to set up a fan, if you're just here to brag,", she said before adding 'as you McDucks do.' under her breath, "Then you can come sometime else, these garments aren't exactly fun to wear when the humidity is 85% today so-"

-"No, we need the help. But you'd better watch your back, you witch, because if you try to betray us, I'll shove this axe right down your head!", Webby warned threateningly, patting the kitten once more. Magica actually remained silent and judged what she said, and Lena decided it was time to uncover her face again.

-"And why would you need my help?", the witch repeated, lowering her weapon. Lena could just feel smugness radiating off of her, and she hated it with every molecule of her being.

-"There's a thief in town. He's stealing everyone's abilities. Everything about them. He's stealing it. He calls himself the Phantom Blot.", Violet answered, looking rather impatient with Magica, who smiled with a hum.

-"And why should that concern me?", she smugly inquired and...well, she wasn't wrong. Lena hated that she wasn't wrong.

-"The Phantom Blot hates magic and its users. He wants to eradicate the both of them and you, if I remember correctly, are a witch, yes?", the hummingbird explained, gaining a bit more of a reaction this time: A chuckle. They really couldn't find anyone else, huh?

-"Listen, Purple, if you can remember so well, then you might as well remember that Lena over there stole all of my power. I'm in no danger of this Phantom Blot.", she shot back, a taunting smile on her beak and crossing her arms.

-"Alright, listen up you freak, maybe you don't realize this, but he doesn't know that you don't have your powers. All he knows is that you were the single biggest magical spell to hit this town less than a year ago. I'd say you're still on his hit list.", not taking any more of this back-and-forth, the younger sorceress quipped, closing her hands together and trying a smirk of her own to counter the furious frown and growl her 'aunt' gave her.

-"And you're still on our hit list, you monster! So don't try to even think about doing anything funny!", Webby added, giving her best-friends a reassuring smile, though a somewhat threatening one.

-"I don't think I care about that too much."...she didn't? Oh. Well. There goes the entire base of their plans. "My family isn't here, neither is my home, I don't have my powers, I struggle to eat half-decent food, and I can't even make any new plans after that piece of-", she stopped herself, "Sorry, after Glomgold took everything I had monetarily. In other words, life isn't looking too great for me.", she finished indifferently, though a bit sad and bitter. Huh. That's...really odd. Bitter yes, but sad? Lena wouldn't have ever expected that from her.

-"Tough luck, lady. There's a great pharmacy that sells anti-depressants on the next corner. You know. If you're like me and lost all the joy your life ever had.", the former-luckiest duck in the world suggested darkly, pointing a thumb somewhere. "Look, I don't know you, you don't know me, but please just do me a favour, alright? I need your help. Magic or whatever I just...I just need my luck back. I need my life back. Can you please help us for the good of your heart?", he got down on his knees and begged, not showing too much emotion, but just enough to almost make you forget his bitterness a moment ago. Almost.

-"...Yeah, listen, the 'good of my heart' doesn't really exist, and even if it did, then I won't be giving it to you of all people.", well...Lena couldn't say she wouldn't say something similar to some duck she barely even knew. Unlike Magica, however, she'd actually accept. Probably. "But it seems Scrooge's thinking isn't there quite yet for all of you.", she stated, almost with disappointment, as she brought two fingers to her temple. "My life at this point is in danger...but that's not really what's motivating me here. What do I have to gain?", ah, straight to the point, are we?

-"What, keeping your life isn't enough for you?", her former-shadow snarked back, utilizing the opportunity to show no respect whatsoever. Ah, that felt good. It didn't feel good to see her nemesis laugh at her, however, as if she knew something she didn't.

-"Now, I may be misunderstanding this, but you don't have much time, yes? Phantom Bolt or whatever is already striking. Both of our lives are endangered, and if it means taking you out...well, I don't need to say much, eh?", oh, how Lena hated the smugness in her voice. They'd accounted for this, but she just wanted to punch her in her stupid beak so much!

-"Fine, does this make you any more inclined?", the younger witch pulled out a purple gem, dangling it from her finger and immediately making Magica's pupils widen.

-"My Sumerian Amulet!", she yelled, throwing herself on Lena, though not with so much force the latter wasn't able to repel her. Indeed, all the younger duckling had to do was raise a hand as her 'aunt' tried grabbing the amulet that was dangling so close to her.

-"There, feeling a bit more excited now?", the intelligent, sharp voice of Violet observed. "We know how much this means to you. Maybe you could even regain your magic with it, yes? This is as much as we're going to offer, so if you don't want it..."

-"...Fine!", came the near-instant response. Magica was biting her lower beak, looking majorly conflicted. "Alright, you have some of ol' Scroogie in you. You want my help? Fine. Fine, no really. How about we seal the deal, then? I help you with whatever it is you want to beat the Phantom Blot, you give me back my Sumerian Amulet, and we all try to kill each other sometime later, affaire conclue?", she extended a fingerless-ly gloved hand, looking all-too-gleeful about all of this. Lena knew the amulet was powerful, but the way Magica accepted their offer...it gave her second thoughts about giving her the amulet.

-"It means 'deal?', Mr.Gladstone.", she heard her step-sister tell the triplets' uncle. Apparently, he wasn't too fond of Magica's new terminology...but then again, neither was Lena. "Though I must wonder how you know of French, Magica.", the short hummingbird muttered as she extended a hand alongside the other three ducks.

-"I have some Savoyard cousins. You're not the only ones with a family here.", came the dry answer.

It took a moment of hesitation, with everyone almost certain that the other side will pull out at the last second. Then, suddenly, Webby's hand went forward and shook, or rather, grabbed Magica's. Violet soon followed, and Gladstone did as they did. That only left Lena, who stared at Magica. If she shakes this hand...she'll take orders from her again. She'll give her the amulet that will make her able to hurt her again. She didn't want to do this...but she had to. Not only for herself, but for her friends. For everyone who depended on her, she took a breath and forced her hand to shake with Magica's. It was...huh. Wow. Her fingers were tiny compared to Lena. How did she never notice?

-"Lovely. Now, you're trying to go after this Phantom Whatever, yes?", the cape-drapped witch asked, looking a bit more enthusiastic. She received a nod from everyone, Gladstone included. "Very well, I can make you an elixir to poison him, though it's going to take some-"

-"Woah woah woah, we're trying to defend ourselves here! Not everyone is a murderer like you!", Lena objected, waving her arms frantically just as her 'aunt' was going to enter her hut. She earned a disapproving stare. She hated them.

-"He's going to kill you, Lena. You're being naïve if you think showing kindness is going to change someone who's bent on murdering you.", the sorceress mocked, resting her hand on her hip. "Besides, why come here in the first place if you're all such big fans of Gandhi?"

-"We want you to teach Lena spell.", Webby replied, her axe still unsheathed, though it only gained an unimpressed look as her enemy got used to it. "We can defeat the Phantom Blot without resorting to your methods, and you'll see that yourself!", she proudly continued, lifting the axe a little higher.

-"A spell?", Magica repeated, mystified. "You...You want me to teach you a spell?! To be back where I belong? To rejoin my magical destiny-", oh, come on. Couldn't she stay clam for five minutes? Why was she acting like a hyperactive child all of sudden? That wasn't how she was supposed to act!

-"Yes, yes, all of that. Now if you could just-"

-"Ooooh, it feels good to be back!", deciding that two could play at the interruptions game, she ignored her 'niece' as she wrapped her cloak around her, covering her beak and moving her fingers for dramatic effect.

-"You are exhausting to be around, you know that?", Lena quipped, glaring at the far-too-gleeful duck in front of her.

-"I try. Now, what spell do you exactly want?"

-"We were thinking about trying a spell to locate the Phantom Blot.", Violet explained, and Lena couldn't help but notice Magica tilted her head just a teeny tiny bit. "We want to know where he is, and if possible, bring him to us.", she clarified, her dignified tone not wavering.

-"You seem worried, witch. Are you worried because you're trying to play us and now you can't?", Webby interrogated with her 'detective accent', looking suspicious to Magica's current indescribable expression.

-"No, it's not that, it's just...Locating people and things is more of a Teleporter thing...", she answered, almost begrudgingly.

-"Welp, we came to the wrong person. I told you! We needed a teleporter, we have a witch. And we made a deal. This is just fan-tastic.", ever the positive one, Lena ranted as she started walking around, waving her arms, exasperated.

-"Of course it would be you to not know magic-branches, Lena.", her 'aunt' scolded, noticing Webby's sudden axe-swing and trying to ignore the obvious threat. "Teleporting is magic. Just a branch of it. I'm more talented in the spells branch and the alchemy branch, alongside shadow-manipulation, of course. Teleporting...well, I can help you. I tried learning it, after all.", she boasted, mumbling the last part to herself more than to the ducklings surrounding her.

-"Branches, huh...And how can we know you're not just messing with us? You could be saying absolute mallarcky!", the seater-wearing duck accused, earning an undignified huff from the older sorceress.

-"I said I tried learning it, and not without some success.", she claimed, hoping to satisfy Lena's questions and just get closer to getting the darn amulet. She didn't. "Listen, my brother was a pretty good Teleporter. I'll tell you what he told me, alright?", she explained further, noticeably uncomfortable with what she was saying.

-"How come I never heard of him if he's so go-"

-"Because you've never spent more than two months in Europe, you brat! Don't you dare talk about the King Of Napoli like that!", she screamed, looking more threatening by the second. A full-blown beatdown was about to ensue if it wasn't for Gladstone, of all people.

-"Hey...I remember that name...He stole my car when I was on a trip in Europe! And my newly-won crown which I won in Barbaria!", he recounted, looking far-too-happy for what he was saying.

-"Bavaria.", Violet corrected.

-"Whatever, he just teleported in my car and stole it after throwing me out! And he had someone else with him, too!", the former-luck king continued, still looking inexplicably happy. "I never thanked him for his service! Some old lady saw the accident and thought I needed help, so she gave me one of her luxury jets to console me! Told me nobody was safe from the King Of Napopi.", he finished, a smile on his face. "That was before the whole...unlucky thing...", and now he was going to be depressed again.

-"See? Now just listen to what I tell you and you should be fine!", the elder duck ordered, apparently unable to sense the internal moment of struggle Lena had before she obeyed, taking a step forward.

-"Yes...Magica.", she muttered under her breath, standing in front of her arch nemesis' cold stare. Her friends were there to protect her. There was nothing to fear. Nothing to fear at all. This was just a forced training session. She was going to get through this.

-"I'd appreciate it if you call me Miss Magica.", and yet it didn't seem like her momentary teacher was willing to make this easy for the both of them. Holding her sly smile, she straightened her back and looked at her forced-apprentice for a second. "Let your magic run through you. Teleportation is a complex art, and all its branches need a constant flow of magic through one's self. Location is no different, let the magic run through your body.", she stated, trying to throw her cloak in a dramatic way.

-"Okay so...like this?", the tallest duckling asked, holding her right arm in front of her and sensing the tingling sensation of magic as it coursed through her. She came to control it after a multitude of attempts, so this wasn't much of a trial. "Oh, and since I might as well milk you for whatever you're worth, can I change this colour? I hate this purple.", she wondered, noting that she didn't get any reply before forcing her vocal cords to add "Miss Magica?"

-"Hmm, well, I don't know, the colour of one's magic is determined by both their will and their chosen Branch of Magic, I had to go through lots of training to change my magic's colour, and since this is my magic,", she pointed at the flame-like purple shape that surrounded her 'niece', "It's going to take a lot of time for you to change it back. But it's no special technique. Some can immediately change it, others cannot. It comes eventually.", she continued indifferently, paying attention to the magic that was radiating off of Lena.

-"Don't talk to Lena like that!", the Vanderquack reaffirmed her stance on Magica as she exchanged glares with the now-dysfunctional sorceress.

-"Webs, it's fine. I can deal with her.", her best-friend answered, turning her attention back to her teacher. Oh, how she hated that she had to refer to her as that! Nevertheless, she was surprised she actually got an answer. She expected some insults and nothing else, but it seemed that once they had a deal...she worked with it. It was...unnerving.

-"When it comes to searching for something, you must see it with your blind eye. You must both wish for it, see it in your mind, and release enough magical surges to clear the way for you. Only then will you sense where what you search for lies. For example, I have a red neckerchief in my house with a raven on it in my home. Try sensing where it is.", the DeSpell explained emotionlessly, guiding Lena a bit closer to her home.

She closed her eyes, as she was told, and tried seeing the neckerchief. Red...raven...yep, pretty plain alright. And yet...she tried releasing energy as she was told, but the only thing that was getting released was a bunch of aimless magical balls that deflated on the ground. She couldn't sense anything. She had the image in her brain, but she couldn't really...get 'it', if that made any sense.

-"Not good. As expected, you cannot properly use my magic. Perhaps you need to be more emotionally motivated to feel the 'click'?", of course it would be like Magica to benefit off this situation. Of course. Well, at least she was partially right. Lena grunted as a response, not wanting to give her trainer any more satisfaction than necessary. "Then we must up the risks a bit.", the elder sorceress claimed moving a bit to where her friends stood.

-"Listen here, Magica! Lena's trying her best, and we have no need for you! If you ever- Hey! My...bow...", in an instant, there was a 'splash'. The eldest of the ducklings turned around to see Webby without her iconic bow staring into the stagnant water of the swamp, shocked and furious at the same time. "That was a gift from my grandma!", she yelled back.

-"Oh, quit it, you want to help your oh-so-precious friends, yes? Then let me teach!", the witch shot coldly, evading an axe swing with relative ease, watching as the energetic duckling gritted her beak; they had no one to trust but her. "Now, Lena, this swamp is filled with alligators and all sorts of nasty creatures. If we don't find Debby's bow in five minutes, it might as well be gone forever. If you can find where I threw it, I'll go get it myself. Sounds good?", too good. Especially that last part. In fact, only that last part, since Lena had little faith that she could succeed.

When everyone around her went silent, the young witch turned her head to Webby. She looked distraught. Closing her eyes once more, she faced the swamp and tried sensing for the bow. Pink, small, and plain. It was a rather noticeable part of Webby. Something that clearly meant a lot for her. If she could find it...Then she'd have helped her friends. She saw it...she willed it...and she started releasing magical sparks. For a moment, just like last time, they merely deflated.

Then, all of a sudden...she felt 'it'. A guiding feeling...like an arm on her shoulders. It made her open her eyes, but she could still see the bow. She saw it. She felt it. It was pulsing...the pulsing pushed her to where it came from:...Away from the water? It was behind her. But the only thing behind her was...she turned around to look at Magica, who had a detestably smug expression on her face as she showed Lena her fingerless-ly gloved left hand. The glove had a small bulge near the wrist.

-"Seems as if I was correct.", was all she said. Lena didn't growl or frown this time. She had no reason to. It slightly angered her to agree with her 'aunt', but as far as correctness went, there wasn't much to critique here. "I learnt this little trick as a little girl. It can help you in a tough spot.", she added as she removed it from under her glove, throwing it into her student's hand. "There, I made good on my promise, right?"

...She did?...Well, yes, she did teach her. Lena thought that she didn't mention some things, such as the formula or how much energy one should dedicate, but in the end, those details were all discovered by her apprentice with no need for more external help. She, should she follow the instructions correctly, was now technically able to find the Phantom Blot.

Then why did she feel something wrong? She felt as if something wasn't quite...right, to put it simply. She expected a bigger fight with Magica. Harsher treatment. Little to no emotions, but it was just...meh. Nothing too big. She stared again the the elder witch. She was smiling. It was a smug smile alright, but it was a smile. It wasn't something she expected to see of Magica. Perhaps as a result of her disdain for her 'aunt' she, too, came to see her as incapable of being a person.

-"I guess so...", she murmured, knowing exactly where her former-teacher at this point was going. She prepared her amulet, not wishing to give it away. "Her name is Webby, by the way.", she added, not getting a response

-"I told you my brother was a good teacher.", her fifteen-minute trainer mumbled, more to herself than to anyone else, and Lena felt awkward. She stared back at her friends.

-"I...uh. Sorry about him. Dying. I guess.", she whispered but it caught the attention of Magica, and she looked positively shocked. "Don't look so shocked. Respect the dead and all that.", that came out wrong. So wrong. If she meant to disrespect him, she couldn't have done worse.

-"Heh...listen, sometimes faking death is a bit easier with magic on your side. If you're willing to share a bit more than the amulet, then maybe I can tell you about him.", she smiled again, though this was one of her more typical smiles, if still an actual smile. Huh. Curious

But just as the newly trained sorceress was about to say something, a 'zap' echoed in the swamp. There was light for a moment, and Magica had to jump to avoid the bolt that zapped a part of her hair and neck. Everyone turned in a split second to see a black-clothed figure with green eyes and a metallic glove on his right hand.

-"And I was just about to pick this four-leaved clover, too...", was the only sentence uttered for a solid minute. And by Gladstone of all people.

The Phantom Blot looked menacing. Pure, undiluted, unadulterated intimidation radiated off of his clothed figure. From afar, you wouldn't be blamed if you thought he was a medieval executioner. The metallic glove on his hand looked more electronic than medieval on closer inspection, but that didn't matter too much. His eyes, fully green by some method, conveyed little emotions, but there's something Lena sensed from him: Hatred.

-"Finally...", his clunky, distorted and terrifying voice announced, his footsteps calculated and his eyes focused. "It seems my searching has led me to the most vile of beings, at last.", he added, closing his fist.

-"The most vile of beings? Listen, I heard some nasty things about ducks, but come on man-", Gladstone tried countering, only to receive a bolt that knocked him over, making him grunt.

-"Not you, you imbecile! These WITCHES!", he cried, hatred drenching his words as he advanced. He most certainly had an accent...But Lena couldn't just pin-point it...though she thought she heard it sometime in the past...

-"These what now?", Magica repeated, apparently offended.

-"WITCHES!", he repeated, not slowing his advance as the group of ducks slowly backed off. "You come in with your magic, destroy cities with your undeserved power, and you...you're never satisfied! You always want more! You never leave something to the people who work for their power!", he ranted shooting a couple of bolts that forced the group the yell and retreat further to Magica's hut.

-"Oh. Witches. I think I still hate you, but a little less than when I thought you said-"

-"It would just be like you to show up now, huh?!", back to interrupting Magica, it was Lena who couldn't keep it in her head anymore. "I spend an hour with Magica to learn how to find you and you just show up like that?! Couldn't you have came in a little early?! Do you have any idea what kind of deal we made?!", she complained, ranting at him, and forcing him to do a double take on her words.

-"Not only are you a witch, but you are a sore loser. I could make my nonna's pasta with that much salt!", he mocked, doing a small laugh that almost sounded dead...like, the whole laughing part was there, but there was no spirit behind it. Just a sick, twisted glee.

-"Hey, hold it there for a minute, you're italian?", Magica asked, flabbergasted. Ah. Right. Sometimes Magica lost control of her British accent in front of Lena. Now she remembered. But really? This was the thing she asked about? Why would that matt-

-"Indeed, and my heart shall always remain there! It is why I find great pleasure and cleaning Napoli of your filth!", he growled, firing another shot which she barely avoided but backing her into the tree where her hut was located.

-"Oooh, you're digging your own grave here, you Blot! I am a proud Neapolitan, and the mere name is much more than wherever you're from!", she challenged, pointing an accusing finger as the other ducks stared at each other. They didn't know what exactly was unfolding in front of them, but it couldn't have been anything good.

-"Don't you dare insult Genova, you wretch!", he shot back, almost losing his nerves for a second before calming down. "No. I am much better than losing my nerves to a fiend like you! Prepare for justice!", he suddenly declared, and the speed of it made Magica unable to dodge the bolt he fired, punching her into Gladstone, who tried hiding behind her, and throwing the both of them into the trunk of her tree. She fell down with a hard 'crack', leaving Gladstone in a duck-shaped impression.

-"Wh-Why me...?!", he lamented before falling. The sorceress tried getting up but she limped.

-"Magica!", Lena yelled. Why did she yell? Why could she possibly yell?...Because if she dies, he's going after them. Definitely. She ran, trying to raise a shield to protect her from another, more frightening zap that would've hit her. Heck, even then, it shattered Lena's shield. Crud, this guy really isn't messing around anymore. But then a pink figure shined behind the Phantom. Yes! Webby was doing it!

-"How's this for justice!", she cried from behind him as she jumped, but he was good. Too good. He managed to spin his entire figure, raise his mechanical weapon and take a fighting pose at once, stopping his assailant's hit. Oh. This guy wasn't going to be any fun, was he?

-"You...Hah! It wasn't enough!", he bragged, pulling the battle-axe from his glove as his previous wielder suffered from the vibrations of hitting a metal. One powerful grab and swing from his glove sent Webby back to her friends, face in the dirt, and with no weapon.

-"What kind of justice are you hoping to achieve?!", cried Violet, hoping to buy them some time. It didn't work, and he only accelerated his assault, firing multiple electrical charges or whatever these were, forcing the ducks to separate.

-"Justice is not my primary concern, hummingbird. I am a criminal, after all, but if I can do my job and rid the world of this evil, then I shall take the initiative!", he calmly replied, not paying any attention to the fact that most of them were getting zapped or were running in terror. "But enough playing around, I do not wish to fail now!", he stopped, preparing what seemed to be a worse, more powerful form of his weapon.

-"Lena, do you think we can take him on?", Violet asked, trying to get them regroup.

-"Nope."

-"Webby, do you have any more weapons?", she turned to the Vanderquack, trying to assume to role of the leader.

-"Don't really think they're going to affect him.", she answered pulling out a few knives that looked like toothpicks comapred to her axe.

-"Mr.Gladstone-"

-"Don't have my luck; can't do anything.", came the reply.

-"...Magica?", she asked her voice a bit desperate.

-"My shotgun has one more round in it.", she declared, pointing it at their attacker, who finished upgrading himself and was about to shoot once again. "We're going to die, aren't we?"

-"Probably.", Lena answered her, watching the black-wearing man as he began shooting at them again.

Well. Nothing else to do but to face the music, as they say. Whoever 'they' is. And whatever that meant. And whatever that had to do with their situation. Oh, give her a break. She didn't have time to think about this fight of theirs. Magic versus one very wronged, apparently, and angry man and his technology. The fight of the century.

The Phantom versus The Sorceress. Time to see how long they can stay alive.

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #magica de spell #phantom blot #webby vanderquack #violet sabrewing #lena de spell #fanfiction #my writing #head-canons

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bodyswapmischief · 4 years

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Thankful for my Brother

There the textwas sent. I thought to myself. Well there is nothing I could do know.

A hour passed, and I thought I was in the clear. Maybe my brother didn't care after all. But it was to good to be true. My phone started ringing.

"What the fuck, bro! You can't just text and say your not coming to Thanksgiving!" He yelled

"Well I thought it wouldn't be a big deal." I responded.

"Of course it's a big deal! Is something wrong? I could tell you've been pulling away lately." His voice changed from anger to concern.

"No, I'm good. It just now that I'm in New York and your all the way in California, it's hard keep in touch." My voice fails to hide my depression.

"Come on dude. That maybe part of it but, I know more is going on. I know when your lying. For christ sakes, I had to act like brother, mother and father to you. You know we can be honest with each other. We are all each other gots."

He was right about that. I was 12 when my parents died. And, he was 18. He was already to graduate high school and begin his college life. But that all stopped.

Being only children, my parents had no family left. So, everything they had was left to us. And, it was a pretty good amount of money. However since we were both under 20 most of the money would be locked under a trust fund. Then their was the case of my custody. I remember the exact phrasing, as the lawyer read the will.

"And, if we should die before Alex turns 18. We ask that our oldest son Jason becomes his legal guardian. But, it must be his choice to want to go through with this." My heart stopped. What was going to happen. But, before I could think about anything he started talking.

"Of course I'm going to keep my brother. He's not going anywhere." He stated strongly but with tears running down his face. He put is arms around me and pushed me close to him. "We are all we got, now."

I was happy. I was glad he liked me enough to keep him. After all the annoying things I did and the fights we had, he cared about me. But, at the same time I wanted to tell him no, don't do it. But, I couldn't. I didn't want to lose him. Maybe I was being selfish. But even at that young age, I knew how much he was giving up.

Instead of going to college he got a job. We, also, moved in to a small apartment after selling most of our parents things, because we could no longer afford living in our old house. Part of the will was he had to take financial responsibility class. So, that help.

And, he was able to help me. He helped me get through puberty, he taught me how to shave, he taught me how to talk to girls, he helped me with my homework, he made sure I always ate, and so many other things a brother, mom and dad would do.

By the time I was 18, I wanted to get a job to start helping my brother. But, he pushed me to go to college. He wanted my life to be all it could be. In a loving way, he wanted my life to make up for his. Luckily, we now had the money from the trust fund so, my college was paid for. I spent four years at a local university, majoring computer engineering.

My brother also got a break. At this point, most off his friends were finished with college. And, some of them were starting there own businesses. So, one of his good friends, offered him a better job. During this time he even met the love of his life. Over the course of a few years, they started having kids. And, I started feeling like a burden on their life. My brother's wife, came from a big family. And, they would always come around. They quickly accepted my brother, as their new son. And ,yes, they were kind to me. But, I felt like a third wheel. So, after college I knew I had to leave. It took a few years longer than I wanted, but I got a good job offer from a tech company in New York.

Being away from him, I realize why I left. I was jealous of the happiness my brother had. I wanted the love he had. I guess the death of my parents have affected me more than I thought. Unlike, my brother, I had relationships and commitment issues. Over my college life, I was becoming a bit of a play boy. And, it didn't help that I was Bi because it meant I had more options to mess around with. Now that I'm in New York with a good paying job, most of night end with going to clubs with my friends I've made, get drunk, and find a one night stand.

"Come on say something." My brother voice cut through my thoughts.

"Oh sorry ... it's just I don't want to be a burden. I don't want you tell feel like you need to have me there just because I'm your brother. I mean you got a new family now, you don't need me around anymore." I say.

"See, I new something was wrong. You sound depressed as fuck. Don’t do anything stupid. I’m going to take the next flight to go see you?”

“No, don’t. I’m not suicidal. Plus, your going miss thanksgiving with your family.”

“Fuck it, they’ll understand. I mean the holidays are a rough time for us. Especially since it’s around the time mom and dad died. And, this is the first time your all alone for it. It’s natural to be sad, heck I’m still sad, even though I got my wife and kids. Are you sure you don’t want me to fly over? I think it would help you feel better.”

“No, you don’t have to take care of me. I’‘m 26 for fuck sakes! I appreciate everything you had too sacrifice for me. and, I still love you. But, you don’t gotta fucking babysit me anymore. With this time apart, I just got to find out some things for myself.” I said aggressively.

“Okay ... okay, I understand ... I understand.” my brother says, trying to calm me down..

Tears in my eyes and I feel guilty. “Sorry ...sorry ...sorry. I don’t know where that came from. I didn’t mean to yell at you. Just recently I’ve been discovering how broken I am. I’ve actually started seeing a therapist gain. Turns out I have a lot of guilt from forcing you to take care of me and ruining your life. And at the same time, I’m jealous of you, your life, and your ability to love.”

“Hey! You didn’t force me to do shit!. What kind of person would I have been if I sent you away. I did it cause I wanted too do it.” He responded with a stern loving tone. “And you didn’t ruin my life. I got a good job now. I got a wife. I got kids. I’m happy. You shouldn’t feel guilty about anything.” He said with amusement. “But, I’m not going to lie. I was jealous of you. I mean you got to live the life, I wanted. But, I understand ... there are just somethings you got to do, for yourself.”

“Thanks for understanding. I’ll probably just hangout with some other friends, who won’t go back home for the holidays. But, I’ll definitely be there for Christmas. And, I’ll find a way to make it back up to you, for not coming to Thanksgiving.” I reply.

“Actually ... I was never going to use it. But, after hearing how you feel, I think I know how you can make it up to me.” He says.

“How?” I asked.

“Let’s swap lives.”

“What”

“Let’s swap lives. I’ll be in your body and you be in mine.”

“Yeah ... I heard you the first time ... are you okay?”

“oh ... yeah ... I know it sounds crazy but, my friends company has been working on a device to swap bodies. It’s in beta so ... so far the swap is permanent. And, we just said we always have been jealous of each other. So, now we can be each other”

“But, what about your life. I don’t know about your family dynamic. no, offense but I’m not sexually attractive to your wife. I wouldn’t make a good father. You don’t know anything about my job. If you could swap our bodies we would just mess up each other lives. And wouldn’t you miss your wife and kids.”

“Yes I love them. But, if we swap none of that would matter. I could set it up so we have all the information we need to get through our new lives. My love for my wife and kids would be transferred to you. All our skills will be swapped. So, you will be a good father and husband. It won’t be like I’m leaving them, because now I’m leaving them in your hands.”

I was so confused. Did my brother snap. Is he crazy. But, experiencing my brothers happiness would be my dream come true. “Okay, but how does it ...” And, Suddenly the phone hanged up. My vision became blurry. The world around me spun. And, then my vision went black. I woke up filling heavy. I was no longer om my couch. My suit was gone. Instead, I was in a truck. I was wearing a very dad type outfit, with a baseball cap on my head. A phone was in my hand so, I unlocked it using my finger print. I turned on the camera. My brother’s breaded face was looking back at me. I could feel his bigger muscular body underneath the layer of clothes he had on.

I got a text from my phone. Thank you little bro ... or should I say big brow now lol. Hope you enjoy your new life. See you at Christmas. New memories flood my mind. Happy, sad, angry, scared memories . My body start seizing up. Finally, it stopped, In mere seconds, I experienced my brother’s entire life. But, I still knew I used to be my little brother. It’s an odd feeling. But, I look at my front door. And happiness fills my mind for the first time in a long time. I can’t wait to see my beautiful wife and kids.

A few day pass, and I hope my little brother is enjoying his new life. I’m sitting at the table enjoying all the food and my family. My kids are are being silly. My father-in-law is watching football. My wife’s sisters and brothers all around the table talking. my mother-in-law making sure people eat more. Being surrounded by all this love is all I ever wanted.

Then, I get a text. My brother sent me a picture. I see him on the far right. He actually looks happy. his text reads, “Damn bro. It rules not being tied down. Last night, I had my first threesome with some girls. Now, I’m going have my first gay threesome, with these hot ass guys, tonight. Thanks for the swap and I hope you found everything you were looking for in your new life. I sure have. See you at Christmas, will catch up.”

I’m glad he is happy. I’m just thankful we both are truly happy.

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dreamiehrs · 5 years

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jealousy issues ➛ h.rj

genre: jealous!renjun, fluff, maybe a lil angst, best friends to lovers, you’re oblivious and renjun’s annoyed lmao, high school au, bestfriend!renjun

pairing: renjun x you

requested: yes

note: hihi! this was requested by this beautiful anon! I actually found this request pretty interesting bc I had to think of how renjun would be jealous... so I hope you enjoy it! ty for requesting :) (gif credit: @renjunhuang)

you and renjun have been besties since... god knows when

just kidding, you and him have counted the years and it’s been around six years

aka since sixth grade!! you two met in math class when the teacher put you beside each other

that was probably her worst decision, to be honest... his witty remarks, which you always tended to bounce back and forth with him about, left the teacher in an annoyed mode the rest of the day

you guys were good students, though. so she wasn’t *that* annoyed, you know?

naturally, you guys started to learn more about each other and figured out you guys like a lot of the same stuff!! this led up to you guys exchanging numbers and hanging out almost every other weekend

your hangouts with renjun were something you always looked forward to

he never failed to make you laugh with his clever words and his sense of humor

as the two of you got older and went into high school... it seemed like everything had changed between you two

obviously, you two were still besties and nothing would change that, but as the two of you grew up together, sometimes you would find yourself thinking that renjun has... dare you say... gotten attractive over the years?

his features had become more molded and he’s started dressing more... impressively... the latter probably because you told him what style of clothing you liked guys to wear

you would mentally smack yourself whenever you thought of him that way, though. you shouldn’t be thinking of one of your best friends like that, right?

you would have your occasional crushes throughout high school, and he would, too

however, your flirting skills were at an all-time low, so you would never act on your crushes. you would just wait for them to pass by and not really be phased by it

renjun would tease you non-stop about your crush (if you had one at the time)... but at some points during you two’s convo he would seem... kind of stormy

like one day, during sophomore year, you plopped down in front of him at your lunch table

“how is my wonderful best friend doing today?” you asked as you took a bite of your sandwich

“terrible, now that you’re here.” he would bite back, but you were unphased as you stole one of his grapes

“oh shush, you know you love me.” you wiggled his eyebrows at him and he just gave you a look of disgust (in a loving way of course)

you then went on your rant about how much you admired upperclassman na jaemin, about how kind and caring he was, all that stuff

renjun’s mood and his smile quickly had fallen after he heard that boy’s name fall from your mouth

you didn’t seem to notice as you kept rambling, but you did spot his clenched fist which rested on the lunch table

“injunnie, you okay?”

his nickname snapped him out of his trance as he stood up and gathered his things

you just looked up at him, your eyebrows knotted in confusion

“where are you going?”

“you know, y/n, if you want to gush about your crush, how about you do it to someone else, alright?”

after his outburst, he quickly strode away from you and left you sitting at the lunch table, all alone

what just happened?

after you got home after school today you thought a little bit before hearing your phone chime

you unlocked it to see a text from renjun

injunnieヾ(❛ε❛“)ʃ: I’m sorry for my little... outburst earlier today. it was a really stressful day for me and I ended up letting it out on you. I shouldn’t have done that

you: ...it’s okay. promise you won’t get angry when I mention jaemin?

injunnieヾ(❛ε❛“) ʃ: I’ll try not to

you were still concerned after you guys cleared everything up... something just didn’t... sit well with you... ya know?

it took all of your brain to agree on this, but you had decided to try to stop liking jaemin

you didn’t want to lose your friendship with renjun, so it would be for the best, right?

you still had crushes after this, though. in junior year you were infatuated with the school’s star wrestler, lee jeno

renjun stayed his usual protective self and would nag you every five seconds about your crushes... at one point he said something along the lines of “you’re too good for them.”

“don’t flatter me, injunnie,” you replied and brushed the warm feeling in your chest away by pinching his cheek instead “what happened to my impolite friend, hmm?”

he almost decked you after this but someone’s presence at the end of your table made him decide not to

your cheeks went bright red and you quickly removed your hand from renjun’s cheek. he just scoffed and you sent him a pointed look afterward

you tried to telepathically send him a distress signal as jeno got closer to you two with every passing moment, but you knew you were toast when jeno finally sat next to you

“hi, y/n. so... I have a wrestling tournament tonight, and I was wondering if you were interested in coming to watch me.”

you could feel renjun’s eyes watching you intently but you were too excited with jeno sitting next to you “it depends on if I’m busy, but more than likely, I’ll be able to go.”

“okay, great. see you there.” he gets up excitedly and acknowledges renjun before striding back to his table

you lie your head on the lunch table, peering up at renjun “what am I gonna do, injunnie?”

“what do you mean ‘what am I gonna do?’ go see him tonight, dummy.”

“...injunnie you’re acting strange. do you have a fever or something?” you put your palm up to his forehead and surprisingly, he lets you

a small, but sad smile covers his face and you feel a pang in your heart

“just trying to get over someon- I mean, something.”

your heart felt heavy the rest of the day after renjun told you that

something was deeply wrong, and you were going to figure out what that ‘something’ was

you dialed jeno’s number and informed him that you weren’t able to go. his goodbye sounded more upset than you had expected, but you didn’t let it get to you as you texted renjun

you: meet me at my house in twenty. we’re having a well-needed movie night tonight

injunnieヾ(❛ε❛“) ʃ: what about jeno?

you: I canceled on him

injunnieヾ(❛ε❛“) ʃ: oh

you: yeah

you: pick up snacks nerd!!

injunnieヾ(❛ε❛“) ʃ: you really wanna be smacked tonight, huh?

you took no time getting in setting up the living room for movie night

cue the tons of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals you tossed on the couch in the living room

yes, you two still made pillow forts... yes, they were very comfortable...

while you were hitting the ‘on’ button for the tv, you heard three knocks on the door, which meant renjun was here

you quickly opened the door and headed back to decorating the couch, leaving him standing in the doorway

“psst! yn! a little help here?”

you hadn’t noticed that he had four full bags of snacks in both of his arms

“sorry buddy, can’t you see I’m busy over here?” you teased and you heard him huff before closing the door with his back

he set down the bags of snacks near the pillow fort you had constructed before meandering over to you

you can feel his eyes on you and you look up at him “what?”

“why did you cancel on jeno?”

“let’s discuss this in our cozy pillow fort, hm?” you lightly take hold of his hand and lead him into the pillow fort, which is beautifully decorated by yours truly :)

you take a deep breath before starting: “okay, so I canceled on jeno because I knew something was up with you. every time I would mention my crush, during the past and now, you always seem to get upset afterward.”

he stays silent, and you take both of his hands in yours in an attempt to get an answer out of him

“is it something that I did? was I being too dense again? please, just tell me.”

your heart’s beating a mile a minute with how anxious you are and renjun doesn’t help slow it down when he responds with: “I love you, y/n.”

after those four words left his mouth, you were now awfully aware of all the physical contact you were making with him, but you didn’t dare move your hands from his “w-what?”

“I’m in love with you, y/n,” he repeated, out of breath this time “I’ve been in love with you since freshman year, even though you were really cringy in that year.”

you giggled and lightly kicked his shin before he continued: “then when you started talking about all these crushes you’ve had I started getting... jealous. I couldn’t help myself sometimes, and it didn’t help that you went on and on about them...”

“...I didn’t say anything about your crushes...”

“that’s because the only person I’ve had a crush on is you.”

“...oh.”

the air starts to become awkward and you start internally freaking out

“you know what? just forget everything I just said. I-”

“injunnie, no. the truth is, I like you too.”

you can see from his facial expression that he’s trying to process this new information “wait, what about your past crushes, and your crush now?”

“jaemin was an actual crush of mine. I did have an interest in jeno, but you being jealous diverted my attention from the said boy. you’ve been giving me butterflies in my stomach since last year, but I’ve been suppressing my feelings in fear of ruining our friendship.”

“wow, we’re really both fools, huh?” you swat the top of renjun’s head “okay, okay, I’m joking.”

“after all that emotional drama, let’s go binge-watch movies now!” you drag him out of the pillow fort and onto the couch, where you two laid on top of the other as you turned the tv on

while you were finding a movie to watch, renjun pressed a soft kiss to the side of your cheek before whispering: “I love you, y/n.”

you felt your heart melt before mumbling back: “love you too, injunnie.”

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What would you say is your favorite food? Sushi. < Ahhh, this is a good one. My favorite is down to a tie: it’s either chicken curry or burgers.

What color eyes does the person you like / love have? Are they pretty? Dark brown. I’m not too sure what the second question is referring to but yeah, she and her eyes are both pretty.

What was the first television show you were obsessed with? Hi-5, omg. That show was my life in preschool and I always watched the 12 NN replay as soon as I got back home from school, back when I was still on a half-day sched. I was so hooked I remember having legit tantrums before starting Grade 1 because grade school meant full days in school and thus having to miss out on the show entirely.

Do you like Mexican food or any other foreign foods? For sure. All my favorites are Asian (Indian, Japanese, Indonesian, Chinese, etc.) but I also enjoy Italian, Mexican, Greek etc cuisines. I generally haven’t tried African cuisines but I really, really want to.

What color is the keyboard you are currently using? The keys are black with white lettering.

Do you own any of those ‘chunky’ and cute rings? Nope, not my style.

What are you planning on eating for dinner tonight if you haven’t already? I saw my dad cooking up something deep-fried; it was like his own version of katsu or something, or maybe it’s fish fillet? I’m not too sure what it is yet but I’m excited and will probably eat lots of it as I skipped all my meals and have only been running on coffee and vape all day - not good.

Do you own an iPod or MP3 player? If so, when did you get it? Technically I still do. Haven’t used it since high school. I got it when I was 10 back in ‘08; I was envious of the kids in school who had iPods, so I asked my dad to buy me one even though I wasn’t super into music at the time. Not the best kid in the world.

When was the last time someone took your picture? Last Saturday when my package came. Apparently online deliveries now require your photo to be taken upon receiving your package and I think it’s for the seller to keep track of their transactions. I’m not a big fan of the new procedure, but it’s whatevs.

Would you rather write a report or type it on a computer? Type.

What color was the last jacket or hoodie you wore? Gray.

Do you receive more compliments or insults on a daily basis? Neither, really. I haven’t been talking to people a lot; and when I do it’s for work, where I receive neither compliments nor insults.

Who is the lead actress / actor from your absolute favorite movie? Audrey Hepburn and Albert Finney, or Matt Damon and Ben Affleck.

Can you recite the alphabet backward? [continued from last night] Slowly, but I’m sure I can finish it.

Do you eat chili when you get a hotdog, or do you like it plain? We don’t do hotdogs with chili here. I generally don’t see chili much where I live and I wouldn’t call it a common dish.

Would you say it’s easy for people to make you smile or laugh? At first I thought it was, but I’m slowly realizing that it isn’t.

What would you say is your favorite cereal, if you even like it? Cookie Crisp is the only one I like. I don’t have cereal often.

When was the last time you went on vacation? Where was it? It was a quick weekend getaway to Tagaytay and then Cavite, if it counts.

How many states have you been to in your lifetime? Zero.

Do you and your friends normally say you love one another? Yep, especially with Andi and Angela.

Have you ever been an outcast at your school or anywhere else? I was definitely one in early grade school, and again in Grade 6 when both my closest friends migrated in a span of six months, and I spent nearly all my lunch periods alone. Looking back on it, I’m really glad I powered through and made it here because I truly wasn’t happy at the time.

Do you own any dresses? If so, what colors are they? I have lots of sundresses and little black dresses because I was into those for a very long time at one point. Some of them are black, obviously, but I also have dresses in blue, maroon, and olive.

Would you say you drink more pop / soda than you should? I never drink soda as I’ve always felt like I spend more time complaining about how drinking it feels like burning my tongue and throat than actually enjoying it.

Would you rather have orange juice or milk with your breakfast? Water.

How many different colors has your bedroom been painted? Just one. The walls have been white ever since we moved here 12 years ago.

Do you cuss? If so, do you ever cuss in front of your parents? I’ll slip in front of them sometimes but I never get in trouble for it anymore.

Would you ever tell your mom about the things you’ve done sexually? Our humor together can be raunchy sometimes but I don’t think I’d ever do this. I dunno if she wants to hear I’ve had sex with a girl either.

Is there anyone out there who can make you cry very easily? Yes.

What was the worst news you’ve heard this entire week? *In the last week, hearing about the typhoon’s effects in other cities didn’t feel good. This entire country is literally only getting by with donations from the private sector because the government isn’t doing shit for cities and families who got severely affected by the typhoon; it’s almost depressing to hear and read about.

Have you ever been in a car wreck? I’ve been in minor car accidents but it would be too much to call any of them car wrecks. They had all just been tiny bumps or thuds.

Do you have your ears pierced? If not, what do you have pierced? Yes, my mom had my earlobes pierced when I was an infant. I don’t plan on getting any more new ones as I’m not really into piercings.

Has anyone ever told you that they think you have ADHD? Nope.

What is your biggest pet peeve? When people reach out first via text/IM then even if I get back to them in 5–10 seconds, it takes them a long time to get back to me. It’s especially annoying if they classify it as urgent, I drop everything to reply quickly, then they end up disappearing. Like why?

Do a lot of people understand you completely? Who does exactly? No, I like keeping a wall up.

Would you say you’re really good at cooking and baking things? Haha no. But it’s something I want to be skilled in, definitely. I’d love to be able to make the food I usually just thirst over on the internet. I’m taking baby steps, like figuring out how to make certain sandwiches, but I have a long way to go before I can consider myself any good.

How is the weather outside right this second? It’s been a little cloudy this morning but it might start to get fair seeing how I’m beginning to see the sky turn blue. I’m just hoping there won’t be too much sun, period.

Do you have a lot of trees around your house? What about buildings? No buildings as I live in a gated village. We have a number of trees around, but I wouldn’t call it ‘a lot.’

Would you say either one of your parents are 'pack-rats?’ No. I have that title, and I believe I inherited it from my great-grandmother who was a bit of a pack rat herself, as I’ve been told.

Have you ever disowned anyone in your family? For what reasons? Kinda. I don’t associate with one of my uncles because he has a terrible drinking issue that he never got to permanently fix. Whenever I see him at family gatherings he just smells like stale gin or whatever it is he drinks, and it just ruins the essence of family reunions for me. As recent as Christmas Day last year he drove drunk and crashed into a car with an entire family, but as always his ass got lucky because 1) no one in the family got hurt, and 2) said family let go of the lawsuit they were planning to file against him.

Have you ever seen That 70’s Show? Do you watch it regularly? I tried watching the first episode but genuinely could not find it entertaining for the life of me. Sorry, Mila :(

If you could choose, what decade would you rather live in? I never really think about revisiting decades - they’re already behind, so what’s the point? As bad as the 2020s have been looking, I’m okay with staying here.

How often would you say you get sick? Once a year at most.

Is there anyone out there who has hurt you so much, you wish they’d die? I used to wish they would die, but I don’t feel that way anymore.

Has anyone ever called you a socio-path before? I don’t think so.

When was the last time you watched a movie in theaters? December.

Have you ever moved to a completely different state before? We’ve moved to different regions before.

Do you mind it when surveys ask you really personal questions? No. Isn’t that part of the point of surveys?

When was the last time you told someone you love them? Thursday or Friday I think, when Andi said it to me first and I said it back. I wasn’t having a good day and they were just looking out.

Which one would you like more: kiss on cheek / kiss on neck? Depends on my mood. Right now a kiss on the cheek sounds nice.

Does it bother you when people steal your stuff on MySpace? This never happened to me because I had Myspace for such a short time and I never caught it at its peak. Also, how do people steal your stuff over there? That’s pretty intriguing lmao

Do you have freckles? Do you like / dislike them? I don’t have any.

Who would you say is the best actor / or actress in your opinion? My biased ass would rally for Kate Winslet all the way, but some other great ones for me are Toni Collette, Emma Stone, Jodie Foster, and Natalie Portman.

How many times have you been drunk in your life? Many.

What would you do if the last person you kissed said they hated you? Be confused and ask them to give me a few concrete reasons. I don’t think too highly of myself, but I know I’ve never done anything to make me deserving of hate, especially with regard to us.

Do you ever think you might be pregnant? No, it has never been a worry of mine.

When was the last time you acted really immature? The weekend.

Do you enjoy watching comedies or horror movies more? Horror. I never watch comedies and the only subtype of it that I watch is romcom.

As a child, did you ever have an imaginary friend? Yeah but it lasted all of five minutes until I got bored with the concept.

Does anyone call you baby? Who would that be? No.

Can you rely on one or more people to take up for you? I have no idea what take up means. If this also means ‘stand up for me,’ then yeah I can.

#survey #surveys

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lavenderlight · 4 years

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1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 9, 11, 12, 13, 14, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 29, 31, 33, 34, 35, 36, 39, 40 >:)

Ahdgkhh okay here we go!!!

1: Which TES games have you played?

All 5 main series games, ESO, and Blades!

2: Favorite TES game?

Oblivion........ like the other games have traits I like more, but also cons. Like... if I had to pick a game to just play with only the Unofficial Patch, it’d be that one.

3: When and how you got into TES? I was at a game store with my brother and we saw Oblivion with all these award “amazing game” stickers on it on clearance. So picked it up. I wasn’t impressed right away (remember picking dark elf tho) so put it down. My bro played it and said “omg you have to get out of the tutorial dungeon that sucks but the rest of the game is so good!” So I made a bosmer and did and there rest is history. TES has been a special interest of mine and a big comfort series for a decade now! 4: Favorite race Bosmer! Dunmer are a close second though. Thanks Morrowind. 5: Favorite province Valenwood........... love it............ Cyrodiil too because I’m basic. 6: Favorite character Ahdjgh hard to pick because there are so many! Off the top of my head, Dagoth Ur/Voryn Dagoth, Indoril Nerevar (what a shock, I know), Serana Volkihar, Glarthir, The Adoring Fan (don’t @ me), The Jemane Brothers, Marcurio, really all the characters from ESO’s main quest and the ending side quests who help you 😭😭. 7. Favorite faction

Thieves’ Guild, minus Skyrim’s. Skyrim’s Thieves’ Guild was awful eww.

8: Which province you would like to live in

If the lore and history and stuff weren’t a thing, Summerset because it’s aesthetic and has nice beaches. Realistically, probs Cyrodiil because I’m basic and I like how it’s a melting pot of various races and cultures!

As much as I love Valenwood, wouldn’t be able to handle the Green Pact

9: Which deity/deities would you worship?

Dibella - because I like how she’s the divine for the arts, and actual true love and beauty in the world (feel like she’s the divine most likely to say gay rights and trans rights). That vibes with me.

Makes me sad that both in the games and in the fandom, she’s reduced to “ha ha slutty sex goddess”.

10: Favorite Divine

Dibella because see above.

11: Favorite Daedric Prince

Oh boy... hajdg I love Daedra (except Molag Bal - eww)!!! So it’s hard to pick. Just rapid fire listing some favs: Sheogorath, Meridia, Azura, Barbas (does he count?), Hircine...

12: Favorite enemy

Dagoth Ur

13: Favorite dungeon

Hmmm, I feel like I’m forgetting some, but I enjoyed Nocturnal’s trial dungeon in Skyrim because I like sneaking and it was all based on that.

14. You have awakened and you are a Cliff Racer. What do you do?

Hunt and kill anyone who dares to step outside Seyda Neen lol

15: What would you do if you contracted vampirism?

C u r e

16: What would you do if you contracted lycanthropy?

C u r e

17: Are there any characters you have crushes on?

Not rly because I’m ace.

If so, who?

18: Favorite Great House

The Sixth House. The Tribe Unmourned. The-

Honestly all of them are whack and have... issues. When I played Morrowind, I didn’t join any of them lol. Telvanni is at least entertaining and very out there which makes them cool. So I guess them?

19: Favorite TES music

Ahaha... I sold my soul to Jeremy Soule... I have so so many... :’)

“The Road Most Travelled”, “Peaceful Waters”, “Stilt Sunrise”, “Auri-El’s Ascension”, “Sunrise of Flutes”, “Harvest Dawn”, “All’s Well” “The Streets of Whiterun”, “Secunda” (this is one of my all time favourite video game songs!), “Sovngarde”, “One They Fear”

Then from ESO which has other composers too: “Northpoint Nocturne”, “Moth, Butterfly, and Torchbug”, and “Grazelands Dawn” (mostly because it’s a remix of “The Road Most Travelled” 🥺)

Oh, and this song from the Morrowind dlc because the remaster of “Nerevar Rising” from 2:54 onward. (which how could I forget “Nerevar Rising”? Ugh it gives me feels! The Oblivion and Skyrim main themes are very near and dear to me too)

Also really enjoyed this song from Clockwork City - captures the melancholy vibe and I like the clock noises in it.

20: In your opinion, what is the scariest thing in TES?

I can’t stand spiders so anytime anything having to do with them shows up... I play with mods that remove them and in ESO, I have a list of dungeons and places to avoid. If I have to do one, I make someone go with me and kill them for me lol.

The Lighthouse Quest in Skyrim was also mega spooky. As for lore, soul trapping and the Soul Cairn really freaks me out! I can’t bring myself to use soul trapping because it bothers me :( I headcanon that when a soul gem runs out of charge, the soul is freed because it’s the only way I can sleep at nigh leave me alone lol 21: Favorite main quest Morrowind, hands down. I will infodump and discuss that game’s plot forever. 22: Favorite side quest

I really like the Daedric Shrine quests, they’re always fun. Also love the silly little short quests like in Morrowind when you have to help the guy get his pants back, or in ESO where you gotta find the lost dog in Valenwood and pet it.

Oblivion has loads of side quests I loved... the missing dunmer painter, Hackdirt, that quest with the ladies who are killing men, the Floating Bowl quest... the mystery at Chorrol Castle....

23: Most frustrating experience in a TES game

I get mad any time the sneaking mechanics in ESO don’t work like the main games. Because I always play an archer-thief lol.

That one fabricant machine puzzle in Tribunal.... oh man........ I had to look it up.

And also the final boss for Clockwork City was annoying. Don’t go to the Clockwork City!

24: Funniest experience in a TES game

Other than moments intended to be funny, I sometimes laugh whenever I miss a jump and end up dying from fall damage. It’s so ridiculous.

Dagoth Ur’s “What are you doing?!” when you first attack the Heart always gets a chuckle out of me too. He sounds so... upset and disappointed in you? Lol

25: Most badass moment in a TES game

The ending to ESO’s main quest was a rly big power fantasy moment for me.

Also more mundane, but I felt really cool and powerful when I got to the point in Morrowind where I could one shot kill cliff racers lol

26: Saddest experience in a TES game

The ESO side quest, “The Soul-Meld Mage” in Coldharbour. After that one, I had to step away for a bit.... man. It hurt my heart and I still feel so bad. That was a case in the game where I really felt impacted by how cruel and awful Molag Bal is. Like I *knew* but that quest played with my emotions and made it personal.

27: Favorite area/region

Valenwood from ESO. I spend all my time there, and sometimes go to Summerset or Vvardenfell lol.

28: Least favorite character

Vivec.

Also don’t like Maven-Black Briar. :I

29: In-game food item you want to eat the most

Sweetroll!

Also this one recipe for a beef dish I found in Valenwood sounded good. Maybe also the Sunrise Souffle mentioned in Skyrim?

30: If you could try skooma, would you?

No. Don’t do drugs, kids.

31: If you had the skills and resources to do a perfect cosplay of any TES character who would it be?

Probs Serana

32: Have you read any of the novels?

No, but I’ve been thinking about it!

33: Favorite class to play

Thief, or a thief-similar class like agent or rogue.

34: Which type of magic would you most like using?

Alteration seems the most useful for everyday life lol. But illusion would be fun.

35: Favorite weapon

I use bows all the time!

36: Favorite spell

Levitate from Morrowind - it’s so much fun to use!

37: Favorite artifact

Nerevar’s Moon-And-Star Ring. It’s cute lol and I like the lore behind it!

Also enjoy the Wabbajack because of how silly it is, and Dibella’s Brush of Truepaint.

38: You have awakened to find you’re in Tamriel. How do you react?

Because yeah I love TES but also the world of it is scary with gods and monsters constantly trying to kill you lol

39: Thoughts on ESO so far

I really enjoy the world and writing! But I’m still cranky over some moments where it’s an MMO and not a normal TES game :I

I also hate that we can’t have NPC companions. You really gonna give me a clockwork nix-hound named Snuffler and not let me travel with him? For shame.

40: Character you’d most like to hang out with

Nerevar, because I’m very awkward and shy and bad at peopleing and I would hope he could teach me how to improve lol.

But to actually hang out and chill, Marcurio would be pretty fun lol

#thank you!!!#asks #rucow

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Home- Chapter 1. (Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x F!Oc)

A/N: A new adventure, i hope you all like it.

Words: 2,014

Warnings: None

Prologue.

Chapter 1. Nightmares.

I had never seen so much... green.

As soon as Luke and I got off the ship that brought us, I couldn't help sitting on the grass. I am touching grass, no more sand. I feel the leaves of small plants. I look up and find many trees, some were huge, and in the distance there is a river, I can hear different sounds of animals.

“Very different from Tatooine, right?” I nod without taking my eyes off the landscape. To some extent I feel overwhelmed, I feel that, at any moment, everything will disappear or that I will have to leave.

“Don't be pessimistic” Jedi tricks! “Come, I'll show you the temple.”

I release a sigh and get up, I take Luke's hand and he guides me towards the huge construction. He shows me the different rooms where children train: practice with a lightsaber, meditation, combat.

In the end we go to one of the gardens where several students are playing, laughing, running. Everyone wore weird clothes, similar to what Luke is wearing, it looks like they have bandages on their legs and some wear brown, gray or white robes, on their torsos they have another piece of cloth.

Luke calls them and they all approach.

“I want to introduce you to our new student, she is Kiara Lang. I hope you receive her with respect and help if necessary,” I feel their eyes on me and I feel somewhat nervous. Some nod with a smile, while others look at me curiously.

“Well, for now you can continue playing, I have to fix certain issues; tomorrow we will continue with your training and Kiara,” I look up, “In a moment I will show you where you will sleep.”

When Luke left the others dispersed none gave importance to my presence. I don't know if that’s a problem.

I walk through the grass until we reach some fences where some flowers of different colors are planted. I touch the petals feeling the softness.

“Where are you from?” A child's voice startles me and I turn to see.

He is taller than me, his hair is black and a little long, I can see that in the back he has a small braid, some children also had it. His dark brown eyes watch me curious, his face covered with freckles.

“What?” I may not have been so popular at home, but I am sure that this is not how you start a conversation.

“Where are you from?” He repeats.

“Tatooine. I'm Kiara,” I raise my hand as a greeting, but he ignores me.

"I know your name, Luke said it just now,” He rolls his eyes and I blush.

“This is the part where you say your name,” I indicate.

“I'm Ben Solo,” I open my mouth to say something else, but he interrupts me, “You’re dirty and your clothes are ripped.”

“Hey Ben, will you come or will you be reading as usual?” Said a girl behind him. She, along with two boys approach. Ben rolls his eyes.

“I prefer to do something other than being with you.

“So Kiara,” says one of them and analyzes me from top to bottom, “Why are you so dirty? Are you some kind of scavenger?” He teases, causing the laughter of his friends.

“Something like that,” The laughs stop and now everyone sees me confused, I shrug. It was not a lie.

“Let's go, it's already starting to stink,” says the girl covering her nose and the three leave.

I frown and take the top of my blouse and bring it to my nose, it may not be the best smell, but I don't think it’s that bad.

“You should change,” says Ben.

“I'll do it later, shouldn't you be with others?” He tenses.

“I'm not very friendly” He grumbles

“Yeah, I also had trouble making friends. Once, a group did not want to play with me and they made fun of me, so I found a dump with several parts of ships and torn fabrics and made a helmet, when it got dark I scared them. Everyone ran away and shouted, I remember one of them peed in his pants-”

I'm focused on telling the story until I hear his laugh, I look at him.

“Seriously?” He says while still laughing. I nod, laughing as well.

“I guess it was fun, not for them, though.” We both laugh louder.

“It’s a good way to scare away others…” Then we remain silent, “Come on, I'll accompany you to your room,” I follow him and we both enter the temple, we walk through several corridors, in the distance I can see small cabins.

I follow Ben down some stairs and stop in front of a cabin

“This is mine and Luke said that one,” Points to the one in front, “would be yours.”

I look at him confused.

“When did he say that?” Ben laughs.

“He told us telepathically just now”

“Oh.”

“You will learn, don’t worry. I was also worried when my parents left me here.”

“Do you have parents?” He seems surprised by my question and nods.

“You do not?”

“No. Well, I guess I had them, but they left me. Jara, an old woman, she raised me,” I didn't care about telling my past, I'm not ashamed and it's not a lie.

“I'm sorry.”

“Never mind. I better change,” I say pointing to my cabin.

“Oh yeah. Inside are your clothes and follow the stairs there,” Points at the end of the cabins, “and go to the right side, there are ponds where you can bathe,” I nod.

“Thanks, Ben,” I smile at him.

“No problem, Kiara.”

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“Ben did help you?” I nod and Luke seems surprised.

“Why do you look at me like that?” He notices and shakes his head.

“Nothing... he’s not usually... friendly. He does not speak with the others. It surprises me, it's all, but I'm glad.”

“Okay”

Already dressed like the other students, Luke calls me to enter the temple and tell me what I will see from now on.

“You have questions, it's time to ask them.”

“When can I read your mind?” I say annoyed and he laughs.

“It will be complicated, especially with my mind, but you will start with the basics.”

“When will you give me a lightsaber?”

“First you will train with droids.”

“How old is Ben?” This question takes him by surprise.

“He’s ten”

Two years older than me, I thought we were the same age.

“Have the others been here a long time? How do I know I reach their level?”

“Calm down, maybe they’re more advanced, but everything will depend on your performance, Ben is one of the best, and learned fast, but some took longer. Not everyone learns the same, Kiara.”

“Will I only learn to do tricks and fight?”

“No,” He laughs again, “Let me explain: There is something called, ‘The force’ is an energy field, which is produced by cells called ‘midichlorians’, all living beings have them, the difference is that we have a greater amount, we are sensitive to it. You, me, Ben, my students. Thanks to this we can create a relationship that allows us, as you say, to do tricks.”

“Cool.”

“Here you will learn to connect and be able to manipulate that energy, so that you are in balance and harmony. When you arrived and saw the landscape of this planet, how did you feel?”

“At ease…”

“That's what I want to achieve,” He shifts in his place, “But there is another thing you should know: in this balance there must always be a counterpart, the dark side. Long ago there was a war, a force-sensitive person used these skills to manipulate and harness them to create terror and destruction…”

For a moment he loses himself in his thoughts.

Did he knew that person?

Then he returns “Those are called the Sith, we must be careful not to fall on the dark side. Do you remember how the force guided you to my ship?” I nod, “It's the same, but it can do... bad things. You will understand later.”

It's a lot of information, my mind hasn't stopped since I met him, I feel a pain in it and I groan.

“There are many things to remember.”

“I understand, you can go to sleep, Kiara,” I get up from the bench where we were, but before we go, I turn to Luke.

“Are you and Ben family?”

“How…?” He thinks for a moment and then smiles.

“I felt it,” I joke and he nods.

“Is my nephew.”

“Great”

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17 years later..

“It seems that someone could not sleep well,” I let out a growl as I sit on the side of the co-pilot.

I cross my arms and lean on the seat.

“Leave me alone,” he laughs.

“Stop pouting, are you okay?” I sigh.

“Just nightmares,” Suddenly he gets serious.

“Do you want to talk about that?”

“The last one was when I met Ben. It was only that, when I arrived at the temple, but for some reason, I woke up scared and could no longer sleep well. Besides,” I look at him with a sided smile, “You snore, very loud, you can compete against Chewbacca,” I tease and he looks at me for a moment with a frown, then look back to the front.

I laugh at his reaction.

“Very funny, one day I will record you and we will know who could compete with the Wookie.” I laugh again.

“How much left?” I ask, shifting in my place.

“Little, we are already in its system.”

“I hope this doesn't end badly” He laughs.

“Knowing us, everything will end in trouble, sweetheart.”

We were silent for a few minutes, I turn to the window on my right side and watch the stars pass near our ship. We have traveled for a long time to many places in the galaxy, I have seen many planets, different cultures, people, climates, but what I like most about travel is the stars, it’s always fascinated me.

Han knows, sometimes he slows down so I can see them, doesn't matter if we need to get to our meeting with a customer as soon as possible, I appreciate that.

Since I joined his crew, I’ve had time to think about the opportunities I have when traveling (and fleeing) from planet to planet. Now, after so much time, I thought about how much I miss having a place to return. Home. When we had the Millenium Falcon I felt that it was kind of a house where to return.

This ship feels strange and although Han and Chewie are with me, I don't think it's the same.

“Have you ever thought about returning to Leia?” I blurt out. He’s surprised, “I mean being by her side or always arriving at her own home.” He meditates my words.

“I guess so, sometimes. When we were together, going to work and then returning with... them. It became routine,” Then he let out a small laugh, “I must admit that, when I was young, it was my worst nightmare, but with Leia…” He smiles, “It was different, I liked that routine.”

“But everything got worse and you went back to your lonely job.”

“Okay, yes. But now is not so lonely,” He looks at me sideways, “Don't tell Chewie, but you're my favorite,” He winks at me and I laugh.

“I better be,” I tease and he laughs.

“Why do you ask?” I shrug.

“I’ve been thinking…”

“Oh, no” I give a light punch to his arm.

“I was thinking,” I repeat, “that I've never had that, I mean, it's great to be with you, but…”

“But?”

“I don’t know. It would be... nice, to have a home to return to, maybe... someone waiting for me.”

Han looks at me strangely and I don't blame him, this is not my usual attitude, but it is something I wanted to say.

Now I yearn something different.

I no longer want to run away.

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