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jahennam · 6 years

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“Throw a rock at them.”

“What? No--”

“It’s fine, it’s just my roommate. Kiki!” Alekos hates that they can’t see them. It’s too dark to get a good look to make sure Avoki isn’t hurt. It’d be easier if they woke up. “They won’t mind, just go for it.”

“You do it then.”

“You have a better angle.” Alekos hears Vela sigh from the other side of the wall, but there’s movement. “Trust me, you won’t hurt them.”

“How do you know? Done it before?”

“Yes, actually.” There’s some more shuffling before Vela does actually throw a rock. It misses Avoki but cracks on the stone floor. Another flies and barely hits their shoulder before rolling off. “Harder.”

“No.”

It takes some time and Alekos doesn’t know if it’s one of the rocks that wakes Avoki up or their talking, but they eventually stir in the other cell. Which is a good sign because that means they’re not dead yet.

“Avoki, Avoki.” Alekos gets as close to the bars as they can, waiting until Avoki is awake enough to look back at them. They wish there was more light but from what they can see, Avoki is fine. “What happened?”

Avoki’s hands move in the light but Alekos can’t make any of it out. The shackles make it hard to do the motions. Frustrated, Avoki clashes them against the bars -- receiving a nasty shock that only frustrates them more.

“Careful! It’s magic, so you don’t break out. Mine and Vela’s are the same. Vela, this is Avoki, Avoki, Vela.” They fill the quiet with talking. It’s a familiar sound. “Do you know why they brought you?”

They shake their head.

“How did they find you? You were out all day.”

Avoki struggles with the shackles again before giving up. They slowly sign out the word, “W-a-i-t-i-n-g.”

“Waiting? Where-- oh ffffffff--” Alekos bangs their fist on the ground. “Waiting at our place, they were probably still there after bringing me in. Great, great! So that’s partially my fault, unless they knew beforehand...mmm, that’s concerning either way.”

“Why?”

“Long story. Did they rip your cape?” Avoki nods, adjusting it so Alekos can better see the tear. “We can fix that.” Avoki gives another nod. They’re tired.

Alekos puts their head in their hands, counting out a deep breath as they try and think of a good reason for both of them to be here. There are quite a few reasons but none of them have a good outcome. And that’s the key word. Good means getting out of here alive.

They eventually look back up to see Avoki on the floor of their cell again. Not even on the cot, just curled up on the floor and staring through the bars at Alekos. They smile at Alekos and Alekos can’t help but smile back.

“Gods, this is fucked, isn’t it?” Alekos laughs. “We’re all fucked.”

“As much as I don’t want to agree, you’re right,” Vela’s voice carries over through the quiet. “I’ve seen the court. I know them. The best scenario is only prolonging the worst one.”

“You’re optimistic.”

“Realistic.”

“We’re one and the same then.” Alekos feels the exhaustion crawl into their voice before it reaches their head. They reach over and grab the end of the cot to pull it over. It still feels like they’re sleeping on stone. They glance over to Avoki, already fast asleep.

“Alekos?”

“Mmm?”

“What’s the most interesting book you’ve read? I want to hear it.”

Alekos thinks for a long time. Their eyes grow heavy but they talk through it, “An artifact book. No name, only an author. A collection of weapons, trinkets, furniture, whatever he could get his hands on archived in one big book.”

-- ☼ --

It’s before.

Without magic, in chains, freezing in a cell with no light. Avoki tries to break the chains again but nothing gives. And no one to listen. Their voice bounces off the walls and back to them, deafening. No one hears, no one sees, alone without anything.

It’s now.

Avoki jerks awake with a cough. They roll to their front, moving around the chains until they’re on their knees and coughing through the sobs. They couldn’t breathe. Every cough sets a fire in their throat until it calms down. Shaky breaths.

It’s amazing how history can repeat itself.

vela’s introduction | alekos’s introduction | avoki’s introduction | ?

#gehennam #the petitioner #petitioner vela #petitioner alekos #petitioner avoki #my own #hero's fics #three's a crowd collection

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jaylosismyjam · 6 years

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Hold Me Tight (And Never Let Go)

Summary: There have been riots around Auradon, calling for Ben to step down from his throne. The boy king’s been having trouble dealing with it, but thankfully, he’ll always have someone he can count on to make him feel better. Word Count: 856 Ship: Ben x Amaria Warnings: Foul language, slurs, description of a panic attack A/N: A hurt/comfort fic for the amazingly wonderful @queendohertyplayfair because I woke up this morning to find that she’s been receiving hate from some nasty anons and it broke my heart so here’s my (second) eff u to those anons. (also Mom and Dad of Auradon are my favourite ship of her OC’s because ffffffff they are so cUtE)

“Down with the King! Down with the King!” The chanting pounded at Ben’s skull ruthlessly. Looking down at his desk, he saw his hand shaking to the point where he couldn’t write a proper sentence without wobbling. “Lumière, I’m taking a break,” Ben said, rising from his seat. Lumière looked at him with sad eyes and nodded. “Stay safe, my King. Don’t go outside,” Lumière said, opening the door for Ben to leave. “The people of Auradon are furious, calling for King Ben to step down from the throne. His most recent decree to bring the children from the Isle of the Lost is one of the greatest controversies of our time, next to his father’s decision to make the Isle in the first place. Riots around the kingdom have increased, and the Royal Guard has been having trouble subduing them. What will become of the royal family? Tune in next time for more details, on Auradon News at 8.” The news reporter had said earlier that morning. Ben remembered the urge to throw the remote at the TV. He found himself tracing the familiar path to the library, a safe haven of his since he was little. Safe from large crowds, safe from nosy reporters, safe from his father’s occasional tantrums, safe from the shallow kids at school who claimed to be his friend for his title. And now, safe from angry rioters who wanted him gone. Walk in, go straight and then turn left at the world history shelf, straight again and then a right when you pass the plant in the purple pot. There lay his corner, a few cloth beanbags, a table, a lamp and a stack of his favourite books. Only a select few of the staff were allowed there. Not even his parents. The world can’t touch him here. Too young, too stupid, too naive, too trusting. Those thoughts echoed in his mind. Maybe he was. Maybe he was too young, too stupid, too trusting. But the VK’s were alright, weren’t they? Auradon was nearly destroyed. The barrier was broken. You were nearly killed. And he refused to think that it was any of their faults. But what if? What if the next wave of kids weren’t as good as Mal, or Evie, or Jay, or Carlos? His father’s already expressed his disappointment. The whole kingdom’s already expressed their disappointment. Anything that went wrong since his coronation was pinned on him. Ben curled up on one of the beanbag chairs, feeling his heart rate pick up. His hands were still shaking, and his head was starting to spin. His breathing increased as he felt the imposing shelves of the library close in on him. Disgrace, disappointment, pathetic― “Ben!” Amaria’s familiar voice felt like a balm, soothing the burning agitation at the back of his mind. “Lumière said you’d be in here.” She knelt down, gently prying his hands off of his head. “Hey, you’re okay. Breathe, Ben,” “Am,” Ben said tiredly. “How- how’d you get in here?” “It doesn’t matter,” she said, taking his hands in hers. “Are you alright?” “Did they hurt you?” Ben asked, raising his chin to meet her in the eye. Amaria ducked her head. “Did they?” Slut, whore, gold-digger. “Some name-calling. I’m fine. Are you okay?” She said dismissively. Ben looked at her skeptically but didn’t call her out on it. Instead, he pulled her in to sit beside him, resting his head on her shoulder. “I’m― maybe? I don’t know, it’s too much sometimes. Am I actually doing any good?” He wondered. Amaria pursed her lips in thought. “To the children of the Isle, you’re giving them the world. To the people of Auradon, you’re bringing them change. It doesn’t matter if they don’t like that. The only thing you can do right now is to make sure that it’s good change.” “How do I make good change? Everything I do seems to be wrong,” Ben mumbled. Amaria smiled softly, pressing a kiss to his temple. “You trust. You follow your heart and do what you think is right. The universe will sort itself out, Ben. You’re seventeen. Not forty. You don’t have all the experience that the other rulers have, and that’s okay.” She said with a sigh. “Your heart is pure. Pure enough that you will do what’s right for everybody. If they don’t like it, then they’ll have to live with it.” “Thanks, Am,” Ben said. He squeezed her gently with the one arm that was wrapped around her shoulders. “You’re not as okay as you say you are, aren’t you,” Ben whispered. “Don’t― don’t let them get to you.” Amaria shook her head. “A little bit. Just a little shaken. It hurt, but you know that I’d never try to take advantage of you, right?” “I know you’d never. I love you,” Ben mumbled. “I love you too,” she said. The two sat there for a while, eventually falling asleep like that, curled up on a soft blue beanbag chair. Right then, the only thing in the world that mattered was that moment of peace and calm in the library.

#my writing #not my oc's #queendohertyplayfair #angst #fluff #hurt/comfort #oneshot #ben descendants #tw panic attack #tw slurs

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