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froggywritesstuff · 2 years

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hey, i rlly liked ur writing and was curious on your imagines/headcanons for this scenario:

y/n is travelling to encanto after finding out other magical people live there (she's magical herself but the power isn't specified). just as she reaches the town she passes out due to exhaustion and is taken to the madrigals to rest. when she finally wakes up she's greeted by the whole family including camilo who seems to find them cute.

(ik this is a really weird scenario but it's been living in my head rent free lol)

i hope u have a good new year and that 2022 treats you well <3

thanks for requesting! I know it’s late but I hope you have a good 2022 as well, sorry this took so long but I hope you enjoy it!

Eavesdropping | Camilo Madrigal

Pairings: Camilo x fem!reader

Warnings: probably grammar and spelling errors, not proofread

Request: @shiftinggod

Once Y/N got an idea, there was no getting her out of it.

So when they heard about other magical people like herself, they had to find them.

Despite everyone's protests, Y/N was determined to find Encanto.

To guide her, she had a couple people point her in a vague direction, and a few stories about the miracle that had created the town Encanto.

It had been days of endless walking, walking that Y/N swore would be worth it.

Beads of sweat drenched her face and clothes, her legs ached in agony as she climbed over rock after rock and tree. The forest trees were tall and thick, blocking the sunlight from Y/N's face, but that didn't stop the hot and sticky air from effecting Y/N.

Her breathing was heavy, when a beam of blinding sunlight seeped through the tall mountains.

"Holy..." she whispered, not nearly enough energy to produce full sentences.

She was met with the beautiful sight of the town of Encanto.

Of course, she didn't get to fully appreciate it, before her legs gave way and black spots crowded her vision as she fell to the ground.

‘THUD,’

Dolores’s ears perked up at the amplified sound.

”Camilo, we gotta go,”

The shapeshifter stared at her with confusion, “Wha- where? Why? What’s going on, is everything ok?”

”I might need your help. Up to the mountains. I heard something.” Dolores answered, quickening her pace to exit Casita, Camilo hurrying behind her.

”Heard what?”

Dolores squeaked, shrugging her shoulders, “I’m not sure yet. Guess we’ll find out.”

The two began their journey up toward the mountain, Dolores holding her hand over her ear to enhance the faint sound even more, preventing them from going in the wrong direction.

"How long is this going to take?" Camilo whined, struggling to keep up with his sister's pace.

"As long as it takes," Dolores mumbled, growing tired of Camilo's whingeing, "Someone could be in serious trouble, Camilo."

With a roll of his eyes, Camilo huffed, picking up the pace.

Eventually, the two arrived up at the mountains, frantically searching for anybody who needed help.

"Seriously?" Camilo groaned, receiving an eye roll from Dolores, "What did you even hear?"

"Shut up," she whispered, lifting her hand back up to her ear.

"Was this an excuse to get me out the house or something?"

"I said shut up," she whispered yelled, hurrying off in the other direction, Camilo eventually following behind.

Dolores followed the sound of faint, shallow breathing, until she caught sight of a body.

"Holy-!" Camilo's cry was cut off by Dolores.

"They're not dead, idiot." she hissed, flinching from the loud noise, before crouching down to feel their pulse.

"Are they ok?"

Dolores stood back up to her normal height, "They should be. We should take her to tía."

Camilo nodded, really wanting to help all of a sudden, "I can carry them."

"Ok," Dolores mumbled, a look of confusion on her face, "I mean that's why I brought you here. Just turn into Luisa or someone."

An offended look was sent Dolores's way, "Excuse you, I am perfectly capable of carrying someone."

Dolores rolled her eyes, "Fine. Carry her."

"Watch me." Camilo retorted, crouching down to the ground, scooping up the body in his arms. He stood back up, staring at the girl's unconscious face.

Dolores sighed, noticing her brother's red tinted cheeks, "Come on, chico amante, let's take them to Casita."

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Y/N's eyes slowly fluttered open, their surroundings slowly becoming clearer. The beige walls were decorated with butterflies. Her head was pounding and she felt like she could've thrown up at any given moment, but she could've sworn that she saw the tiles moving.

She sat up quickly, her breathing heavy as she was met with a pair of wide and concerned eyes.

"Hey, hey, it's ok, lie back down," a comforting voice told her.

"What's going on?" Y/N stuttered, eyes darting around the place.

The woman standing in front of her placed a comforting hand on Y/N's shoulder, "It's ok. My sobrina y sobrino found you passed out up near the mountains and brought you back here." she explained, gesturing to the two people standing behind her, who were most likely her niece and nephew.

Y/N slightly relaxed at those words, before asking, "Where am I? A-and who are you?"

"This is La Casa Madrigal," she explained, turning around to grab a plate of freshly cooked empanada's, "My name's Julieta Madrigal," gesturing to her niece and nephew once again, she introduced them, "This is Dolores, and Camilo." they both gave Y/N a warm smile, while Y/N swore she saw Camilo's cheeks blush slightly. "Eat these, you'll feel better."

Y/N wasn't entirely sure if she trusted this woman or her family, but she was hungry. And the empanada's made her mouth water. Then again, someone who wanted to poison someone would make the poisoned food look good and would wait until their victim was really hungry so-

"Thank you," Y/N mumbled, taking a bite of the pastry in her hands.

Her pounding headache instantly disappeared with every bite. In fact, every part of her body felt better.

"Oh my gosh," she exclaimed, staring at the snack in her hands, "This is amazing, thank you so much!"

Julieta smiled, "My pleasure. I take it you're feeling better."

Y/N nodded excitedly, "How does that-"

"Julieta, your husband's done it again." Pepa sighed, standing in the doorframe of the kitchen

"Done what again?"

"Do I even need to explain?" Pepa huffed, walking off without another word.

"Apparently not," Julieta sighed, wiping her hands on her dress, "I'm sorry, I have to go," she said, an apologetic look being sent Y/N's way, before facing Camilo and Dolores, "Would you two look after them? I should be back soon."

"Sure," Dolores said in a hushed voice, Camilo nodding along, a small red blush tinting his cheeks.

Once Julieta had left, Dolores gave Y/N a detailed explanation about Encanto, the miracle, the Madrigal's and all their gifts. While Y/N was listening intently, Camilo couldn't help sneak small glances at them. Sure, he didn't know their name or anything about them, but they were pretty! He couldn't help it.

When Dolores had finished explaining, Camilo's finally asked the question that had been on his mind since he first saw them, "What's your name?"

Y/N's gaze averted to Camilo, heat rushing to her cheeks, "My name's Y/N."

Camilo nodded, a grin playing on his lips, "W-well you already know I'm Camilo, and..." he trailed off, noticing that Dolores had walked off, leaving them alone, "She's gone."

"Yeah, I think she left as soon as you started talking," Y/N explained, smiling at the sound of Camilo's giggle.

______

The next week, Y/N only grew closer to Camilo, the two spending almost everyday together. Y/N loved learning about the town, and Camilo was happy to teach them.

Did he mainly do it to spend more time with them? Maybe.

Did Y/N love the fact that she got to spend more time with them? Maybe.

It was no secret that the two had gained some more than platonic feelings for each other, which resulted in Camilo enduring an endless amount of teasing from his familia ever since Y/N had been temporarily staying at La Casa Madrigal.

Unfortunately, they were both too anxious to make the first move, the fear of rejection holding them both back.

That was until Mirabel took it upon herself to help them out.

The conversation between her and Y/N went a little bit like:

"It's clear you like each other, Y/N! Just say something to him!"

"I can't just tell him I like him, Mira! It's not that easy." she sighed, lying down on her bed.

Mirabel rolled her eyes, "It seems pretty easy to me!"

"Well, I'm not you." Y/N sighed, sitting up straight to face Mirabel, "I... I'll tell them someday, Mira."

Letting out a frustrated huff, Mirabel walked toward the door, pulling it open, letting an eavesdropping Camilo fall face first and onto the floor.

"Camilo?!" Y/N yelled in a mix of anger and worry, rushing over to help him up, "Are you ok?"

Using Y/N as support, Camilo stood back up on his feet, a pained look on his face, "Yeah... I think so."

As the pair were two busy gazing into each other's eyes, they didn't even notice Mirabel leave, shutting the door behind her.

Breaking the comfortable silence, Y/N spoke up, shoving the shapeshifter's shoulders lightly, "Did no one teach you not to eavesdrop?"

An apologetic look flashed over Camilo's face as he ran a hand through his brown curls, "Sorry, sorry, I just heard some loud noises, a-and Dolores told me to check if you were ok..."

"Of course she did," Y/N mumbled, looking down at the floor to avoid Camilo's gaze, "Look, Camilo, I'm sorry if this makes things weird between us, but... it's the truth. I like you. A lot. I was going to wait a little longer to tell you, but I guess that didn't work out."

Camilo giggled, that same giggle that made Y/N's heart warm, "I guess not. But, don't apologize, Y/N. I guess I was too scared to say anything first, but..." Y/N's face lit up with hope when Camilo continued, "I like you too. A lot."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I have for a long-" Camilo barely even got to finish his sentence when Y/N pulled him into a hug, holding him so tight as if he'd be gone if she let go. Camilo didn't hesitate to hug them back, smiling wide at the feeling.

The two could've been hugging forever, when Camilo whispered, "They're listening by the door, aren't they?"

Y/N nodded, "For sure. But you'd know a lot about eavesdropping, wouldn't you?"

"I'm sorry!"

A/N: I have no idea what this is i'm so sorry school takes up most of my time and I haven't had much time to write (also the word giggle makes me feel so icky for some reason so i also apologize for using that word)

#encanto #fanfiction #camilo madrigal #encanto fanfic #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo madrigal x y/n #camilo madrigal fanfiction #camilo madrigal imagine

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plant-flwrs · 4 years

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i love ur writing so so much!!! if possible, could you maybe do a fred weasley x reader where the reader is insecure, and thinks hes asking her out as a joke//prank? thank you so much!!<3

insecurities // fred weasley

masterlist!

a/n: omg this request rly came for me wow. only joking, i loved it, thank u sm for sending it in!! hope u like it!! (also went a little Little Women with that love confession scene, couldn’t help myself hehe)

summary: You and Fred are hopelessly in love with each other, but you don’t believe him when he finally admits it.

(a little short one! 1.7k)

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The sky above you was turning dark, but the game of Quidditch in front of you still roared on.

Orbs of light had been casted onto the tops of each towering stand of students, illuminating the field for miles. The cheers never dulled, the same enthusiasm seeping from everyone as when the game started. You couldn’t remember how long you had been out there, but you did know the sun was still up when it started.

You held a pair of binoculars to your eyes, watching as Fred leaned forward on his broom and hit a bludger with such force that your heart did a little jump in your chest. He flew closer to the ground, intercepting a bludger that was going straight towards Angelina. You watched the corner of his mouth lift in a smirk at the girl as she smiled at him appreciatively. Your heart sank.

You had been in love with Fred Weasley for a little over a year. You went to every one of his Quidditch matches, helped him with most of his pranks, and talked to him for hours just about every day. Yet, he was still just a friend. Your best friend.

You didn’t care if Fred liked you back, though you figured he didn’t. You could never confess your feelings for him. You hated the idea of having to be so vulnerable around him, so you kept everything you felt for him to yourself.

You couldn’t help but feel the sting of jealously, however, as Fred watched Angelina soar off towards the goal posts.

You managed to keep your enthusiasm. Your cheers nearly reached Fred’s ears, your encouragements being so loud. Hundreds of feet above you, Harry’s broom darted down, and he was diving to the ground. The crowd silenced for a moment before screams erupted. Harry flew laps in front of the stands, holding out the snitch in his harsh grip. Your eyes followed him, smile wide. You rushed off the stands, hurrying down the steps and to the field. Your eyes met Fred’s and he started towards you.

“Great game, Fred!” Angelina called from behind him.

He turned from you, walking backwards and looking at Angelina. He smiled widely at her and you watched with heavy eyes as she returned a shy smile. You couldn’t help the downturn of your lips as you watched it, watched his eyes lock onto hers for a little too long. By the time he turned back to you, you had crossed your arms over your chest and kicked up some grass from beneath your feet.

“Why the long face? We won!” he shouted, coming to wrap his arms around your frame.

He lifted you into the air and you couldn’t help the smile that snuck its way onto your lips. You placed two cautious hands on his frim shoulders, steadying yourself as he spun you.

“Fred!” you screeched, smiling widely and tilting your head to the sky.

“You stayed the whole game,” he said, putting you down but keeping his arms wrapped around you.

“Of course I did,” you replied, stating it like that was obvious.

“You had to be standing up there for at least seven hours,” Fred’s head tilted down, hit teeth trapping his bottom lip as he looked at you.

“Well I was sitting for at least three of those seven,” you quipped, smirking at him, “so, I’d say it was a fair trade.”

“Let’s go to the common room,” he said, releasing one of his arms and moving the other up to wrap around your shoulders.

“I hope you plan on showering first,” you pinched your nose, pretending to be awfully offended by the smell coming from Fred’s extended arm.

Fred released you, ducking his head down to smell his armpit. His face recoiled and he laughed with you.

The two of you fell in with the large mass of students returning to the castle, but all either of you thought about was the other.

That night, Fred had made a promise to himself to ask you out, finally. He had been in love with you for years. How could he not be? You were everything he loved in a person. His arms propped his head up on top of his pillow, and just before he drifted off to sleep he was imagining how he should ask you to be his girlfriend.

The process was difficult, he didn’t know if you’d want him to be sweet, or if you’d rather have something flashy. He was so preoccupied with the details that he hadn’t even stopped to consider you not liking him back. In the end, he decided on something perfect, something just for you.

You pulled yourself from bed with tired legs feeling sore after standing in the stands for all that time. You couldn’t imagine how sore Fred’s arms must be.

Quickly getting ready and managing to just catch lunch, you slid onto the bench next to Fred.

“Good morning,” he mumbled, voice muffled from the toast he was chewing.

“Morning,” you replied.

You rubbed the heals of your hands into your eyes, forcing what was left of exhaustion from them. You pulled a variety of foods from platters in front of you, filling your plate for lunch.

“Are you busy today?” Fred asked, finally done chewing his food.

“I don’t think so,” you responded tiredly, “why?”

“I wanted to take you somewhere,” he said, smiling shyly at you.

Your stomach filled with butterflies at his look, and you shifted your gaze to your plate.

“Okay,” Fred barely heard the mumble, but he caught it just in time for lunch to be dismissed.

The two of you stood, and he slipped his hand into yours. He dragged you away from the school, pulling you down the familiar path to the Quidditch pitch.

“Why are we going to the pitch? I was just here all day,” you whined, thinking Fred was dragging you to another one of Wood’s surprise practices.

“You’ll like it,” he didn’t turn his head back to look at you but you could hear his grin, “promise.”

You took a few rushed steps, falling in place next to him. You looked down at your intertwined hands and your heart swelled.

You two finally reached the grassy field, and Fred pulled you off to the side. He waved his wand, and a blanket appeared in front of you. He motioned for you to sit and you did. He followed your actions, sitting with his legs crossed. His hands were fiddling behind his back and before you could sneak a glance, he pulled out a small box of chocolates. He put them between you two, setting them on the ground as he opened them to you. He watched your face light up at the sight of your favorite muggle candies, and your fingers brushed his as your hand reached for a chocolate.

“Oh my gosh, Fred!” you exclaimed, taking a bite of the chocolate, “What do I get these for?”

You smiled slyly at him, expecting him to ask you for help with his next pranks.

“Well,” he started, moving his hands from the candies to twist in his lap, “if you’ll be my girlfriend you’ll get plenty more where that came from.”

You let out a forced laugh, figuring Fred was just buttering you up even more for a prank. Your laugh drifted unnaturally as you met his serious expression. Your face became stern.

“Don’t be mean, Fred,” you warned, putting the rest of the chocolate back in the box.

“What? I’m serious,” Fred answered in a defensive tone.

You couldn’t help but think Fred had figured out your crush on him. That he had invited you down here to embarrass you about it. You hated yourself for thinking it, but couldn’t help the worries.

“Stop,” you begged your voice not to crack, and it didn’t this time, but you knew it would if you had to say another thing.

“What?” Fred repeated, an awkward chuckle coming from him, “I’m asking you to be my girlfriend.”

“No you’re not,” you said, becoming angry, “this is a joke or something. George and Lee are hiding somewhere aren’t they?”

Fred’s mouth opened, his face twisted with confusion. He reached for you, but you pulled away.

“No they aren’t! What makes you think this is a joke?” Fred pleaded, still reaching for you.

“You don’t like me,” you said, your voice finally cracking, “you like Angelina.”

“Angelina?” he repeated, baffled, “What makes you think I bloody like Angelina?”

Your bottom lip jutted out as you tried not to cry in front of Fred.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled, taking a deep breath, “you always flirt with her.”

“I don’t like Angelina,” Fred sighed, finally being able to take your hands in his, “I like you. I’m in love with you.”

“You’re fucking with me,” you tried one last time, laughing shakily and looking around the field.

“I’m not!” Fred insisted.

“Are you sure?”

He looked at you like you were crazy. Like he couldn’t believe you thought he’d have any doubts about his love for you.

“Yes, Y/n, I’m sure.”

“Oh,” you squeaked out, eyes wide.

“Do you love me?”

You couldn’t say anything, frozen in his gaze. You nodded slowly and his mouth split into a smile.

“Really?” he asked, smiling widely.

“Yeah,” you choked out, “as long as this isn’t a prank.”

Fred laughed again, and moved closer to you. His open lips met yours, and his hands cupped the side of your face. The two of you moved in sync, molding to each other’s movements. The kiss said everything you both wanted it to say. It was you cheering for Fred at every Quidditch match and him looking at you from his broom. It was you chasing after him in the halls after a prank was set off and him glancing over his shoulder just to see your smile. It was your legs resting in his lap as you both talked for hours and him twirling a piece of your hair between his fingers.

All your insecurities and reservations washed away with that kiss. You didn’t think Fred could fake something this real for a prank. His chest rose with heavy breaths from just being near you, and eventually you couldn’t stop the smile that broke the kiss.

“Believe me now?” Fred said, breathing deeply as his forehead rested against yours.

You bit your lip and nodded, looking at him through your lashes. He pushed against you, resting your back against the ground and keeping his forehead against yours. His lips pushed against yours again, and you couldn’t believe you doubted him for a second.

#fred #weasley #fred weasley #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley fic #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x y/n #hogwarts #harry potter

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freaky-fridays · 5 years

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Better Now - Jeff Wittek

Request: {anonymous} hi i luv ur writing!! can you write one about the reader and jeff being exes, and they find each other again after awhile? fluffy but a little angsty too please 💘thank u

Word Count: 3K

AN: I accidentally made this super angsty oops :/ but it has a happy ending so it's ok!!

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, mentions of smoking

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"No, Becca, I don't want to go." You explained to your best friend and roommate as she sat on the edge of your bed and tried to convince you to go with her to a party.

"Come on, Y/N! It's the biggest party of the year in LA!" She bounced, causing your body to shake as you tried to turn away from her.

"Yeah, for UCLA students. Not people who are twenty seven." You pointed out and Becca rolled her eyes at you. She was trying to get you to go to the championship party for the football team. UCLA's football team made it to the championships every year, and no matter if they won or lost, everyone in their 20's in Los Angeles went to UCLA to party.

"Everyone goes!" You groaned at her again.

"I'm just not in the mood to party. Especially with you." You teased and she made an offended look.

"What's that suppose to mean? We have a great time when we party!" She defended and you laughed at how personally she took it.

"We do, until you go off to hook up with some guy and I'm left alone to awkwardly talk with guys I have no chance with." You narrowed your eyes at her and a guilty look rose to her face, realizing you were right.

"Okay, maybe I do that sometimes." She started to say as you shot her a look, "Okay, okay! I do it a lot, but I won't do it tonight! I promise!" She looked at you with pleading eyes and you gave her an unsure look. She then smiled and started jumping on your bed, with her feet inches from your face, "Please! Please! Please!" She chanted loudly.

"Fine!" You yelled out, she did a celebration dance before jumping off of your bed.

"Great! Be ready to pre-drink at 9:30, and be ready to leave at 10:00!" She ordered while prancing out of your room, as you rolled your eyes with a light smile of amusement.

You spent the rest of your day getting things done, while also dreading going out that night. You loved to party, but lately you always ended up babysitting Becca, or you just stood there alone because you never knew anyone at the parties she took you to.

9:30 came sooner than you thought, and you were now taking shots with Becca in your kitchen, "See? Isn't this fun?" She asked as she made a face at the alcohol going down your throat.

"So much fun." You dryly responded and she rolled her eyes at you.

"Just wait till we get to the party, the guys will be all over us." Now it was your turn to roll your eyes, "Don't roll your eyes! You always have guys falling over you, you just don't give them a chance." She pointed out. She wasn't wrong, you just weren't interested in some random drunk boy at a college party.

When the clock struck 10:00, the two of you called an uber and started your route to UCLA. When you got there, it was like a zoo. Drunk people were everywhere, whether they were puking or trying to climb fences, it was insane. Becca grabbed your hand, and lead you in the direction of what you assumed to be the house that was hosting the main party.

Walking in, the mixed smell of alcohol, weed, and tobacco reached your nose and you cringed. You weren't quite drunk enough to put up with this yet. You turned around to see Becca already flirting with a boy, so you rolled your eyes and started observing who was at the party.

A group of people with a few cameras in the middle of the living room caught your eye. There was one with shaggy hair in a black hoodie and black jeans who seemed to be encouraging his drunk friends to do foolish things. One tall guy with dark hair and a beard, who was clearly drunk off his ass, started doing terrible kung fu moves, which made you laugh. You were watching him some more, until you saw a familiar staten island boy beside them.

Jeff.

You cholked on your breath, staring at the boy who was already looking at you in disbelief. You turned to Becca, grabbing her arm, and yanking her towards the kitchen

"Hey! He was cute!" She yelled at you as you turned to face her.

"Jeff's here." Was all you managed to say, as all the colour drained from your best friends face.

"Like, Jeff Jeff?" She specified in the dumbest way possible. You rolled your eyes and lightly punched her in the arm.

"Yes, Jeff Jeff!" You whisper yelled. Her hand came up to cover her mouth.

"Oh my God, what is he doing here?" She asked as if you would have any idea.

"Well, didn't you say everyone in LA comes to this? I guess he lives in LA now!" You leaned against the kitchen sink with your face in your hands.

"Have you even seen him since.. you know." She hesitantly asked and you shook your head slowly.

"No." You simply answered. Just as you were about to say something else, Becca's eyes went wide as she looked at something behind you.

"Y/N?" You heard his angelic voice from behind you. You turned nervously to greet him, and took a deep breath in as you took in his appearance.

He looked good since the last time you saw him. So good. Somehow, he was getting more attractive as he got older.

"Hi, Jeff." You quietly spoke. You couldn't read his expression. He still looked to be in a state of shock, but his eyes were glossy and you weren't sure if it was because of you or because he had alcohol in his system.

"You look.." He shook his head as he looked you up and down. A slight blush appeared on your cheeks, and you gave him a small smile.

"You too." You tried to quickly get over how he could always make you swoon, and tried to remind yourself of what he did, and why you should be mad at him.

"I haven't seen you since.." He started to say, but you finished his sentence for me.

"Since you went to jail." You blankly spit out. He sighed, and looked at you with sorrow. Your feelings of missing him were quickly replaced by anger.

"Since I went to jail." He nodded, agreeing with you.

"Since you went to jail, and didn't let me visit you. Since you told your parole officer, to tell me you didn't want to see me. Since you blocked me on everything when you got released." You rambled off all of the things you hadn't been able to say to him over the past years.

"Y/N." He started but you raised your hand, motioning for him to stop.

"Save it. It's six years too late, Jeff." You glared at him, grabbing Becca's hand and going into the living room.

"You okay?" She asked you with worry. You made eye contact with a bottle of tequila on a table in the corner of the room, and made a b-line for it, downing the whole thing when you reached it, "I'll take that as a no."

"Let's dance." You pulled her to the dance floor and she didn't protest.

You spent the next hour dancing with Becca, and random guys every so often. You tried your hardest to get Jeff out of your head, but it was no use. You weren't sure if the alcohol was helping or not, but it was definitely giving you more encouragement to dance and talk to guys at the party.

At one point, you knew Jeff was watching you. So, you walked up to a cute guy you noticed shortly after you had arrived. He was tall, with dark hair and brown eyes, and extremely tanned skin. He was very toned and definitely one of the more attractive boys at the party.

"Hey." You greeted as you approached him. He was leaning against a wall with a red solo cup in his hand.

"Hey." He responded, licking his lips and smiling at you. He had a gorgeous smile, a lot like Jeff's. Straight white teeth, and lots of dimples, "I'm Todd."

"Y/N. Do you go to UCLA?" You decided to get the conversation going, he laughed at your question.

"No. I'm with the shaggy haired bitch with the camera, trying to get everyone to make bad decisions." He pointed over to the boy you first noticed. You laughed, looking back at him, "You?"

"No. Quite frankly, I think I'm way too old to be here." You laughed with him.

"Me too."

The conversation flowed for a bit longer and you were extremely happy with how it was going. He was making you laugh like crazy, and your smile had him wanting to kiss you right there.

"Do you wanna get outta here? My car's parked outside." He pointed towards the door. You eyed the red solo cup in his hand, and he noticed this. He held it out for you to look in it, "It's water." You smiled up at him and nodded.

"Let's go then." He smiled at your response, and put his hand on your lower back, leading you out of the party.

"Y/N! Wait!" You heard from behind you as you were nearly at Todd's car. You turned around to see Jeff running towards you.

"What're you doing, Jeff?" Todd called out, making your head snap in his direction.

"You know Jeff?" You asked him as his eyebrows furrowed at you.

"You know Jeff?" He repeated your question.

"She's my ex girlfriend." Jeff informed Todd and watched as his eyes went wide.

"Oh, shit. Sorry man, I had no idea." He looked at Jeff sincerely, and Jeff nodded, "Sorry, Y/N. Jeff's my friend, I can't go home with you." You sighed and nodded understandingly, "I'm gonna go back inside." He informed the both of you, leaving you and Jeff there in silence.

"I didn't peg you as the type of girl to go home with guys randomly." Jeff took a dig at you and you shot him a hard glare.

"I guess people can change a lot in six years." You simply told him, staring at the ground. He sighed, trying to think of the right things to say.

"Y/N, I'm sorry about how I ended things. I know what I did was unforgivable, but can I at least try and explain myself?" He pleaded with you. You didn't respond, or make any movements, "Please, Y/N. Just come sit with me on that park bench over there and let me explain. When I'm done, if you never wanna see me again, I'll understand." He once again asked, pointing at a park bench behind him. You finally looked up at him, and without saying anything, you walked over to the bench.

You sat down on it with a shiver and Jeff quickly went to take off his jacket to give to you, "I don't want your jacket. Just say what you wanna say so I can go home." You coldly ordered him. He nodded, before taking a deep breath.

"Y/N, six years ago, I was a total dumbass. When I think back on our relationship I can never figure out why you stayed with me for our entire relationship." He started, fidgeting with his fingers as you stared at the pavement.

"I stayed with you because I loved you." You blanky said, looking over at him with your eyes narrowed. He took a deep breath and nodded his head before continuing.

"I know, and I loved you too. But, when I got busted that time and had to go to jail for that long of a period, I knew I couldn't hold you back any longer. You were too good for me. You stuck with me through all of my arrests. I wanted you to wait for me, but I couldn't do that to you. You had such a bright future, and I wasn't gonna let you ruin that for me." You looked up at him and could tell he was speaking sincerely, but you were still hurt over what he did.

"Don't you think there was a better way to tell me? We were together since you were a senior in high school and I was a sophomore." You quietly asked him, reminding him of how serious and long your relationship really was.

"I know. But, I was such an idiot. If I could go back, and change how I did it, I would." You bit your lip as you looked away from him and returned your gaze to the ground.

"But, you still would've broken up with me." You spoke more to yourself than to him.

"Yes. Because I wanted you to forget about me, as much as I loved you. Then I met Cierra and-"

"Right, your girlfriend." You remembered some of your old friends sending you pictures that they found of the two of them. You quickly stood up from the bench and faced him, "You should probably get back to her." You started to walk away and he quickly rose from the bench aswell.

"Y/N! Wait!" He jogged after you, but you kept walking, "I'm not with her anymore." You stopped walking, and turned around to once again be faced with your first love, who was also the only boy you ever actually let yourself love.

"Is that suppose to make a difference?" You spoke loudly, all of your anger building up once again, "You're single now, so what? You want to get back together and act like you didn't fucking ruin me?" You were now closer to yelling, and you could see how your words were affecting Jeff.

"Y/N, I've changed." He tried to tell you calmly. You scoffed at him, feeling yourself starting to get emotional.

"You broke me, Jeff. It took me so long to get over you. I moved my entire fucking life to another state, because everywhere in Miami reminded me of you! And I couldn't go home to New York, because it would be even worse there!" Tears were now escaping your eyes, and it took everything in Jeff to not wipe them away, "It's been six horrible years since I've seen you, and you still have the same effect on me that you did when I was 16." Your voice broke in the last sentence, and you were no longer able to yell. Jeff took a step towards you and went to touch you, but you took a step back, "I never even thought about breaking up with you. Even if you were a stupid drug dealer who got arrested seven times. The thought never crossed my mind, because we were perfect together. You were my life."

A tear fell from Jeff's eye, but he pushed it away quickly, "Y/N, I'm so sorry for what I did to you. I honestly thought I was doing what was best for you. I knew you deserved someone who you wouldn't need to worry about. Someone who could take care of you." His voice was now breaking, and you continued to sob at his words, "But, I'm better now. I don't even drink anymore. I have a nice apartment, a good group of friends, and I just hit 1 million followers on instagram." He tried to joke a bit at the end. You let out a bitter chuckle.

"What're you trying to say, Jeff?" You whispered to him. He took another step towards you, and this time you didn't move away. His hand came up and brushed against your cheek, eventually cupping it as you looked into his eyes, waiting for what he was going to say.

"I'm saying we both live in LA, I've cleaned up my act, you're still perfect," you rolled your eyes with a small smile and he grinned at you, "And we both clearly haven't forgotten how we feel about each other. Do you ever think you could forgive me and take me back?" You bit your lip as he looked at you nervously.

You wanted so badly to forgive him. Even though it had been six years, you still constantly thought about him. He was the love of your life, and although what he did hurt like hell, you tried to remember that it would've hurt him too, and he only did it for your benefit.

You could tell he had matured, but you also knew the playful and sweet Jeff you fell in love with was still there. You knew you couldn't stay hurt over what happened forever, he clearly felt terrible over it and it would do you good to let it go.

He did have a point. You both lived in LA, and you couldn't help but think that was a sign that maybe you should be with him.

After what felt like an eternity for Jeff, you spoke up, "Do you still have Nerf?" A small smile grew on Jeff's face.

"Yeah, the old guy's still kicking around." He chuckled, as did you. You wiped your nose, before sniffing a bit.

"You have to take me on the best second first date in history." You warned him, tears still built up in your eyes due to 11 years worth of emotions trying to come out.

"You got it, baby." He grinned at you, and your heart fluttered at the memory of him calling you that and many other things, "Can I kiss ya?"

"You've never had to ask before." You shrugged. Jeff's familiar toothy smile broke out, as he leaned in and kissed you softly. You breathed out, feeling like you were getting something back after being deprived of it for years. After a bit of tongue, he pulled away and pressed his forehead to yours.

"Six years later and your lips are still my favourite tasting thing." You both couldn't help the smiles on your faces, "Well, after your-"

"Jeff!!" You yelled and lightly pushed his chest. Jeff broke out into fits of giggles and you rolled your eyes, "And to think I almost went home with your friend."

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and then there was light [2] {Roger Taylor}

Anon asked: lmao sorry if ur not takin prompts but if u r what about one where the boys™️ have just preformed and reader (who is a long time friend of the boys and esp rog) and is secretly dating roger but after the show reader is so proud of roger that she just forgets about the secrecy and snogs him in front of the guys and Mary and they’re all rlly surprised and shook but Fred’s like ‘lmao my kids are in love’

A/N: 4859 words. So a few of these ideas are courtesy of the lovely and kind @roger-bang-the-drum, so thank you for your help. xx This goes a lot of places, and I hope you guys enjoy it as much as the first one. Feedback is always appreciated!!

Warnings: Smoking, M rated but no smut.

[part 1]

There are moments, sometimes few and far between, when everything feels right in the world, and right now? The moment Roger steps out of the shower, towel hanging loose on his hips, and asks you what you want to drink as he opens the hotel’s mini-fridge, you’re letting yourself bask in it.

The sun is peaking through the curtains, which isn’t doing your headache any favours, but he hands you a bottle of water that’s probably expensive, and pulls out a Gatorade for himself. Flopping onto the bed beside you, still wearing just a towel, the drummer is quiet for a long time, basking in the easy silence of the late morning, and the sliver of sunlight that’s bouncing off his chest. You let your gaze linger, let it drift to admire him, pale and almost effortlessly attractive against the quilt.

“Like what you see, love?” And when you meet his gaze, he’s watching you, grinning smug and knowing. Embarrassed to be caught checking him out, you feel a flush creeping up your cheeks, turning away quickly. His laugh is warm in the morning air, nothing cruel or malicious about it, and when he gently moves to hold your cheek, shifting you to look back at him, his grin has shifted to something has your heart hammering against your ribs. “Come here.” Voice low and intimate, he pulls you into a kiss.

It starts gentle, but becomes more insistent, your fingers ghosting over the bare skin of his chest as he pulled you closer, his hand on your hip tugging you closer, moving you until you’re straddling him. He’s got one hand in your hair and one on your ass, until it’s trailing up your back, beneath your shirt, nails scraping gently along your bare skin as your lips move down, trailing kisses from his jaw down his throat.

With the room only growing warmer, you can feel your hangover headache pick up again, and move to kiss just below his ear.

“Put on some pants.” You murmur, and he lets out a breathy laugh, as you move back to laying beside him, watching as he retracts his hands to lay them on his chest, looking up at the ceiling for a long moment.

“Tease.” His gaze slides to you, but there’s no malice in it, maybe a little disbelief, but you just raise your eyebrows at him and take a long sip of water, pretending like your pulse wasn’t racing, like hadn’t wanted to keep going just as much as he had.

“No strenuous movements!” Shrugging helplessly as you parroted his own words back at him, he shakes his head, but rifles through his things for a set of clothes. “For now.” You amended, and the devilish grin you sported was one he mirrored, and he stepped across the room to kiss you once more before making his way to the bathroom.

The moment, that golden, everything-was-right-with-the-world moment, it filled you with contentment from the tips of your toes as you finished off the bottle of water, and got out of bed, breezing around the room as you folded up your clothes from the night before.

And in an instant, the moment shattered.

“Room service!” What sounded suspiciously like a man imitating a woman’s voice came ringing through the door, which only had you frowning.

“We didn’t order anything.” You reply, confused, opening the door without thinking, not hearing Roger in the bathroom saying your name as a warning. It was for good reason, as it turned out, as you find yourself faced with Freddie, Brian, and John, all looking bewilderingly back at you.

“Spotlight? What are you doing here? Where’s Rog?” Brian asks, and it’s John who responds, expression shifting from confusion to exasperation.

“Brian.” He says, so pointed it almost hurt, and Brian’s face lit up with realisation.

“Oh!” And after a beat, the guitarist frowned at the implication. “Oh.” And finally, he sighed deeply, resigned. “Oh.” And he pulled out his wallet, handing ten dollars to John, who suddenly looked like the cat who got the cream. You furrowed your brows at the exchange, squinting, feeling a little betrayed at it’s implications.

“Well are you going to invite us in?” Freddie asked, and it’s then that you notice him beaming.

“No way, what do you all want?” Roger glowered at them the moment he stepped out of the bathroom fully dressed, buckling his belt. He hovered behind you, careful not to touch you.

“No, no, no.” You insisted, crossing your arms and glaring at the three of them. “What was that all about?” Your words were followed by a moment of silence, and the other three boys looking at you like they couldn’t quite believe what you’re asking. After a beat you hear yourself saying, “Do you really think so little of me?” And despite Roger’s actual scoff behind you, your gaze demanded an answer from the others. John at least had the decency to look a little ashamed as he passed Brian’s ten dollars back.

“We’re here to say that we’re leaving in a few hours, and came to see if you wanted breakfast.” And though his knowing smile had died down, part of you could tell he didn’t believe you for a second. He leaned in, almost conspiratorially, though his voice was loud enough that the others heard. “You know, wearing his clothes does hold some implications, darling.”

“I had a shower because I felt like I’d body surfed through a dumpster last night. But being incoherent is such a turn on, right?” The last bit dripped with sarcasm, and Freddie held up his hands defensively, taking an actual step back.

“No need to get bitchy, we’re just here for breakfast. You’re welcome to join.” And at his offer, you let your anger dissipate, uncrossing your arms. “We’re sorry if we offended you.” He added, and you smiled gently.

“Let me just put on some proper pants.” And with that, you close the door, leaning against it with your eyes closed, breathing in through your nose to steady yourself until you hear the other three leave. When you open your eyes, Roger is looking expectantly at you, and he does not look happy.

“What was that about?” He asked, and your expression fell as you stepped past him to grab your jeans.

“I don’t want to seem like just some groupie, not to them, not to anyone on this tour.” You mused, not looking at him as you stripped off the shorts he’d given you, pulling on your own pants. He didn’t respond, but you knew he was waiting for you to elaborate. “This is my job, Roger, and I’m happy to try things out with you, God knows I’m looking forward to sleeping on a bed again, but if things go south, I don’t wanna look unprofessional, like I was abusing my position to get close to you.”

“And what do you think they’ll say about me?” He asked, crossing his arms. “Rock-star lures in crew member with promises of fame and fortune?” He scoffed, and you looked up at him, expression softening.

“They’re not going to say that, you’re a man, Rog, and you’ve already got a reputation. You can go on living your rock-star life after me.” You mused quietly, and Roger takes a deep breath, making himself relax before nodding.

“Fine, I get it. We keep implications to a minimum for a while.” He agreed. Once your pants were finally buckled, you stood, giving him a thankful smile, moving to kiss him gently. “You know they don’t see you as just a groupie.” He said, half-smiling as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Good; I mean I am,” you admitted with an amused smile, “but I don’t want them knowing that.” And he kisses you, warm, hands on your hips holding you steady, grounding you in the moment.

“We should get to breakfast.” He sounds like he really doesn’t want to leave, but you know the boys are already suspicious, and so the two of you head down to the dining area.

The moment you step back onto the equipment bus, there’s a sinking sensation in your chest, the discomfort practically crawling up your spine as you breathe in the stale air, and see the rest of the crew already sitting themselves in the most comfortable positions they could find.

“You’re not usually so late.” One of the sound guys frowns at you, and you clench your jaw, ignoring him and making your way to the back of the bus. You take your place, trying not to let the heat or the bumpy ride make you motion sick, resigned to the long trip to the next city.

Things have changed between you and Roger, obviously, the dynamic had shifted, and for the first two stops, neither of you were sure how to maneuver your usual breaks, especially since the other boys had been insistent on joining you. It exasperated you, clearly they didn’t believe that nothing had happened between you and Roger, but you kept professional, and kept conversation light.

The thing is, nothing really had happened between the two of you, not yet; after gigs, he would go to the afterparty, and you would be too exhausted from bump out to do more than make your way to his hotel room and crash on his bed. It’s nice to wake up next to him, his arm around you where he’s also crashed, almost fully dressed, but there was never enough time to enjoy it by the time you had to leave to get to the equipment bus before anyone got suspicious.

Except that they were, because you were usually the first one there - obviously, you’d been living there - but now, if even one person arrived before you, people’s eyebrows would rise.

“We’ve blown a bulb in the drum risers!” Everything changes the night that you’re pretty sure you’re going to die. A bulb blows in one of the parcans beneath the drum risers, and the sound operator from his spot in the bio-box, is losing his goddamn mind. The stage manager tells you, and you’re just confused.

“We have spares but-” You’re cut short by the frantic stage manager feeding off of the sound operator’s panic.

“Where? How fast can you get to them?” He asks, and you take a deep breath, re-centering yourself in the chaos before answering that you can get to them in less than a minute, but you’re not sure what- “Can we go to black at the end of this song?” The stage manager is speaking into their headset, and you feel adrenaline flooding your veins as you realised what you would have to do.

The space behind the drum risers is not a lot, and there’s even less beneath them; space enough to fit one person, maybe. And yet here you were, spare parcan in your hands as Killer Queen comes to an end and the lights fade to black.

“Go! Go! Go!” You’re urged on stage, pushed by the stage manager, and you move as quickly as you can in the almost complete darkness, sitting yourself down behind the drum risers as the lights come up.

“What the fuck?” You hear Roger murmur to himself, unaware of you currently shifting to lay on your belly and wriggle beneath the about-to-be-active drummer. The rest of the band also confused, none of them having known what had happened, but they played it off well, Freddie laughing with the others about a technical difficulty before starting their next song.

You unplug the faulty light from the power board the moment the first bass drum beat kicks in, and you jump, whacking the back of your head on the drum riser, swearing loudly and profusely, though it was drowned out by the music. Pulling the light from it’s position as the drum beats set your teeth on edge, deafening you with every passing moment, you burn your hands on the still hot light. Gritting your teeth despite the tears welling in your eyes, you pull out the scalding gel in it’s frame from the parcan, shifting it into the spare. As the song died down, you moved the spare light into position, waiting for the lights on that level to die down so you could plug it back in, and have it come up naturally with the others.

Heart in your throat, you can feel every movement of the drum risers above you, and you’ve never felt closer to death before; large burns on your already calloused hands, whole body being knocked around by the beat of the bass drum. Once you’ve finished you’re job, you pull the broken light from it’s position, and lay behind the drum risers in shock, staring up at the ceiling, tears in your eyes as the adrenaline has already started numbing your hands, and the music turns to white noise in your ears.

Roger catches sight of you at the tail end of the set list, and his eyes go wide, mid-song, but he can’t stop playing. Looking up weakly, you see the stage manager giving you the thumbs up, but clearly signalling for you to stay where you are, and you do, pressing your burning hands to your cheeks in an attempt to cool them down as the adrenaline slowly vanishes and you’re left with the realisation of what had happened.

The lighting designer and operator yells at the stage manager for a full fifteen minutes while you sit on a road case, still in shock after the gig.

“One light doesn’t fucking matter in that situation; she could have died! Look at her; look at her!” He hollers, and you realise vaguely that he’s talking about you. Looking up, the stage manager meets your blank, shocked gaze with a guilty one. “Get her to the fucking medical officer, that was so fucking irresponsible.”

Once there’s cream and large bandaids on the burns on your hands, you make your way outside, having been given the night off as compensation, and almost immediately you’re swarmed by the band, asking what had happened.

Freddie calls you brave, calls you darling, kisses your forehead and brings the others in for a group hug.

“I don’t get paid enough for this.” You’re definitely still in shock as the laugh escapes you, but it makes the rest of them smile, and they offer to buy you drinks at the afterparty. You’re too dazed to say no. The others seem happy that you’re okay as you walk to the pub, but Roger trails behind the group, expression dark.

He keeps you close all night, always by your side though Freddie is also just as likely to be on your other side. The boys are true to their word, keeping your hands full of cool drinks all night, though you mostly sip them, pacing yourself to keep your balance as the night progressed.

“You seem really rattled, Rog,” John sits on your other side as you take a moment of peace at the bar.

“She was beneath my drums.” It’s the first time he’s said it all night, angry and a bit afraid. John’s expression fell and he nodded in understanding, wrapping an arm around you to give you a squeeze, and moving to clap Roger on the shoulder before moving on.

When you suggest leaving, Roger agrees without hesitating, telling the others he would walk you back to your hotel room; they all gave him understanding smiles, knowing how much seeing you in pain and shock behind him, mid-show, had freaked him out.

The walk back to the hotel is quiet, his arm around your waist for the whole duration, though he still radiated an anger.

“Are you okay?” You’re pulling off your shoes, sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Me? I-” the question seemed to bewilder him, and he frowned, still lost in his own thoughts, “I’m fine, you- are you okay?” He asked, and you smiled gently at him, still not having fully processed everything that had happened. “Who fucking let this happen?” He snapped, not at you, just bitter at the universe, now pacing.

“Roger.” You stood, reaching out to catch him by the shoulder, and he turned to you, anger melting away.

“You looked scared and hurt. I know how loud I play, I can’t fucking imagine being trapped beneath that.” He admitted, quietly bitter. “I can’t believe they made you do that.”

“It’s my job.” Was all you could say in response, expression falling. “Sometimes I love it, sometimes I-” something catches in your throat, finally looking in his eyes, and you suddenly understand, and you scowl. “You shouldn’t have to worry about me, Roger, it’s how I make a living.” You snap, defensive, turning away to get changed into the pyjamas you’d thought to bring along when he checked in earlier in the day.

“If you think I’m not going to worry about you,” his hands are on your hips the moment you pull off your shirt, his voice a low growl in your ear, “you’re dead wrong.” A shiver runs through you, and he turns you around, pulling you close enough that he rests his forehead against yours, his eyes closed, bodies pressed together where you’re only wearing a bra and your jeans.

Seeing the fear in your eyes when he had looked back had fucking terrified him, and he can’t get the image out of his mind. When he opens his eyes now, however, you’re looking up at him, pupils blown wide, smirk on your lips.

“Shut the fuck up, just tell me I’m good at my job-” You tease, but you don’t mind when he interrupts you with a kiss. All he wants to do is to hold you, be with you after everything that had happened; the realisation that his feelings for you ran a lot deeper than he thought began to shift to a primal need to show you what you mean to him in the best way he knew how.

“You’re incredible at your job, okay?” He murmurs, walking you backwards until your legs hit the edge of the bed and you sit back on it. “What you did tonight? Dedicated to a fucking fault, you know that right?” He’s making quick work of his own shirt as you slide further back onto the bed, grinning as he praises you. “At the top of a ladder, you’re the queen of the goddamn stage and you know it, don’t you?” He follows you onto the bed, leaning over you, seeing the equal parts pride and mischief in your eyes, splayed out and waiting beneath him on top of the duvet. Your grin morphs into a smirk, the only confirmation he gets before you’re pulling him into a heated kiss.

When you wake the next morning, your burnt hands ache a little, but that’s nothing compared to the ease and contentment that you find yourself filled with. Roger’s got an arm slung over your hip, you can feel the steady rhythm of his breathing with his chest pressed against your back. You lace your fingers with his, feeling him give your hand a gentle squeeze in his sleep, and let yourself fall back to sleep.

Things get easier after that, between the two of you, easier and more comfortable. After everything that had happened, it seemed the other band members’ suspicions had died down, which you were thankful for, and it seemed like things almost went back to normal.

You spend your breaks up ladders and shoving lights into the drum risers from the front, and you have a smoke with Roger as the break comes to an end, though now more often than not you’re using his stomach as a pillow. Freddie’s the only one who’s seen the change, you think, but he has the decency not to say anything.

The sex is pretty incredible; you’re given a few nights off from bump out after the incident had occurred, which you and Roger took full advantage of. Even after, you started to attend more of the afterparties, integrating yourself into the culture he was already so submerged in.

Sometimes, you’d get there late, and there’d be girls hanging around like flies, and you’d have to beat your own rising jealousy with a stick, because once you arrived, still wearing theatre blacks, he’d have eyes for no-one else.

So maybe you got comfortable in the new, easy dynamic, been a little bit careless.

“Lighting wench?” He calls, and you make a noise of discomfort in the back of your throat.

“You know I hate that.” You call to him from where you’re sitting against the drum risers, and ask him to retrieve the stack of gels from where they were resting on the edge of the stage. He does so without complaint, pulling out a cigarette and patting his pockets for a lighter. He doesn’t even need to turn and ask for you to pull the one from your pocket.

Lighting the cigarette as you cut a new gel for the ones that had been burned through during the last show, you feel him put the lighter back in your pocket, and hear him take a long drag, leaning back. It’s a comfortable silence that spreads between you, and he’s offering you the cigarette after he takes a second draft. When you look up, he presses a quick kiss to your lips, more as a greeting than anything else, and you take the cigarette from him with a smile, passing him the stack of gels to hold while you worked.

“Um, Y/N?” It’s the sound operator, and you look up suddenly, unsure of how long he’d been there. “I was told you’re the person to talk to if I want a cable run?” He asked, a little confused.

“It’s Spotlight.” Roger doesn’t look at the interloper, looks instead out to the empty audience. The sound operator doesn’t look less confused.

“I’m your gal!” You reply, smiling far brighter than you necessarily needed to, pointedly ignoring Roger. After being handed a cable for the weirdly positioned amps in this particular theatre, the sound designer leaves, giving an awkward smile to Roger, who’s been sitting, smoking, and crinkling a gel between his fingers while he waited.

“Thanks, uh- thanks Spotlight.” And with that, he leaves you and Roger to yourselves. Roger’s smiling to himself.

“Shut up, you barely call me Spotlight anymore.” You roll your eyes at him and begin to run the cord, listening as Roger mutters something about it being the principle of the thing, and moving to practice a song you didn’t recognise.

From that moment on, there was a tension in the air, and it felt like everywhere you went, the other members of the crew were watching your every move. It made it difficult to steal from the band’s catering, but it made it substantially worse to try and have a private moment with Roger.

“How’d you get so close with the band?” The assistant stage manager actually chose to sit with you at the back of the equipment bus on one of the shorter journeys you would be taking.

“They started hanging around me, I sort of had no say in it.” You shrug as much as your pretzeled up position in the back allowed.

“But they like, really like you.” She grinned, eyes shining as she leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. “Like, Freddie gave you a nickname, Spotlight.” She said, pointedly, and you shifted uncomfortably.

“Well, he saw me... doing my job.” You mused, unsure if your discomfort wasn’t clear, or if she was just choosing to ignore it.

“And I heard about how Roger spends all his lunches with-”

“Yeah,” you laugh, loud and uncomfortable, cutting her off, “listen, why are you asking me this? You know you can just talk to them if you want to get to know them... they’re just people.” She looked taken aback by that, and you think she’s finally starting to get it. Except that you’re pretty sure you’ve offended her with your bluntness, and she purses her lips.

“Well, anyways, I’m glad he’s got a little ‘tour girlfriend’.” She sneers, and her words hit you squarely in the chest. She stumbles back to the front of the bus as it continues along, and you feel like you’re gasping for air.

“Hey, what are we?” It’s only a few stops until this leg of the tour is over, and the ASM’s words have been playing on a loop in your head for almost a week. Roger, laying beside you in the morning sunlight, is quiet for a long moment.

“Whaddya mean?” He asks, propping himself up on his elbow to properly look at you, though you’re staring at the ceiling, slight frown creasing your brow.

“I mean... well what happens after the tour?” You still can’t bring yourself to look at him, even as he presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“We’ll get to that when we get to it.” Though he may have thought it would be assuring, you feel tension knot in your stomach at his words.

“Rog, if you wanna leave me after, I- I mean I’ll understand.” It hurt you to say the words, and you don’t see the way his expression falls. He hadn’t thought about it, not really, you’d been together for almost two months, and he’d sort of just expected that you’d be on the next leg of the tour too. “They don’t usually keep the same crew for the full, cross-continent tours.” You admitted, heart sinking a little at your own words.

“What if I had a word to them?” His words surprised you, caused your heart to soar momentarily, though you tried not to get your hopes up.

“You really don’t need to do that.” You laughed humorlessly. “It’d be easier, honestly, less paperwork and hassle and shit.” Turning away from him, you feel him reaching for you, resting his hand on your shoulder, tapping a gentle rhythm.

“It’s not a hassle.” He tells you, and then, much quieter, “and it’s not like I want to leave you behind.”

The week and a half of the tour is nice, but different. You and Roger don’t talk about the future, just make the most of your time together, oftentimes becoming frantic and desperate to leave reminders of your existence on one another. Holding tighter than necessary, leaving pleasant bruises and scratch marks in places no-one else would know about, never speaking about what was to come.

He’d never made mention that he’d talked to EMI, not until the night of the final show.

It had been ethereal, he was glowing when he played, so focused and energetic, you tried to listen to the music, thinking it was one of your last chances to hear this set live, but you kept getting lost in the image of him. He beams at you when he catches you watching from side of stage, starry-eyed. You can’t even bring yourself to be irritated by the ASM’s eye roll. As soon as they finish, you feel the adrenaline flooding through your veins at the prospect of the final bump out, and he heads off stage to the dressing room.

As soon as the auditorium is cleared, the crew is given the go-ahead to start bump out, and you get to work. He comes out fifteen minutes later, and you’re both thrumming with energy.

“Spotlight!” Roger calls to you where you’re pulling up taped down cords. Looking up, startled, you see him making a beeline for you, before he wraps his arms around you, swinging you around. Surprised, you make a squeak before he puts you back down, pressing his lips to yours. You melt into his embrace, kissing him back, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“What’s that for?” You asked a little breathless, grinning at where he was beaming back at you.

“You’re coming to Europe with us.” He told you, and your eyes widened, before you hugged him tightly, laughing with disbelief. “Told EMI you’re the best lighting assistant we have; told them the show’d be a mess without you.” You murmurs in your ear, giving you a squeeze. Looking at him, there’s awe in your eyes, and he can’t help but kiss you again, in the middle of bump out.

“Okay, so who had ‘final show’?” You hear John’s voice behind you, and when you and Roger break apart, you see the crew crowding around him, all withdrawing their wallets.

“Me, obviously.” Freddie said, and the rest of the crew groaned. “I knew you too had a flare for the dramatic.” Freddie grinned at the both of you, accepting as people offered him ten dollar notes. “Good for you two.”

“Did everyone bet on when we’d get together?” You asked, frowning, and at that, you heard a chorus of laughter rippled through the crew and band members.

“Oh, we’ve known for ages, we’re betting on when you’d make it public.”

[part 3]

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Pit-town Strays Ch.1

Kidlaw softness and redneck shenanigans in a northern mining town. Everything's fucked but whatever.

Rated T, no warnings, or just general warnings for setting-specific social ills and violence (racist cops, shitty parents, etc). Someone ordered wholesome kidlaw family feels? well HERE.

[Ch. 1] - Ch. 2 - Ch. 3 - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5

Read on Ao3 too, I’m Ossicle

“What the hell are you going to Pit-town for?” Bellamy chewed at Law with his mouth open, a smarmy sneer on his pasty face.

“None of your business.” Law scowled, turning his eyes away from his brother’s ground-up breakfast. He shoved a random pile of coursework into his backpack.

“Well I know what kids like you go up there to do. Everybody knows.” Bellamy drawled on, like he knew shit about anything besides scamming beer and shooting bottles at the quarry.

“Don’t make assumptions, idiot. I’m just babysitting.”

“Why?”

“It’s called a job? You should try it,” Law suggested primly. “Feet.”

Bellamy lifted his feet off Law’s pile of textbooks. “Why, though? You got that big scholarship, I seen the letter when it came in.”

Law frowned at him. “How did you…”

“Well it was just there, so I read it. Why don’t you move out, if you got all that money? You hate it here so much.”

Law waved this matter aside. “I owe that money to someone. Give me the volvo keys.”

Bellamy didn’t move his stupid stumpy self from the ancient recliner—prized spot in the basement space the three brothers shared. “No, I need it, I’m meeting up with some guys later to go down to the quarry. Dad said I could.”

“Bellamy, I need it to get to town. Just gimme the keys.”

“Well I need it to pick up little ladies! You can hitch, right?”

Law didn’t bother arguing. He sighed through his nose and slid his feet into his severely ratty sneakers before heading out into the yard.

“Don't tell Dad where I am or I'll tell him about your girlfriend!” Law called on his way out.

“Obviously,” Bellamy muttered.

The ancient volvo wasn’t feeling cooperative today, or Law was having a lapse or something because he couldn’t fucking hotwire it. He slammed his fist on the dash and took out his phone. It was an oddly summery fall day—not too cold to walk or bike—but his shoes were getting thin in the soles, and Law didn't like asking his dad for little stuff like that. Didn't wanna be such a burden all the time.

He scrolled through his messages and sent a couple off to see about a ride. But Robin (who'd suggested the job) was teaching, and Baby (sweet, bitter Baby) was already in the sauce.

BB: i cn still come tho? you real stuck?? big bro awwwww im sry

You: Nono dont go driving if youre partying it up, Ill hitch a ride I guess

BB: Where?

You: Just into town

BB: Where in town??????

You: The Pit.

You: or whatever.

BB: LAWWW NOOOOOOOOooo jus kidding lol no judgement here

BB: id sell it on weekends too if i were pretty liek U

You: I’m not selling my ass!!!

BB: Lol

BB: sure

BB: why else ndn boi hangs w miner trash? Shady.

You: Lots of reasons, including a babysitting job. Don’t make assumptions.

BB: “babysitting”” “””job”””’

You: Yes.

BB: God ur sheltered

BB: shltered bebe in u nice rich house

BB: don get picked up there, pit-town piggies love ndn bebes

Law pocketed his phone with an eyeroll and started walking down toward the highway.

Once he’d found a ride and gotten dropped off, it was a twenty minute walk from the highway to the Pit. Law ended up climbing over the bare, rocky hill behind the truck stop, cuz his phone’s map had the place all wrong. On top of the hill, he could see the Pit in all its glory laid out before him.

Pit-town was the weird little enclave where the town’s mine workers were housed, in tar paper houses as outdated as the mine itself. The tangled machinery of the refinery loomed just beyond the houses, and above all that, the smokestacks. White smoke drifted from their peaks, as high above him as the clouds. Nothing except low bush berries grew around here—it was like an outpost on the moon.

Law went down into the village. Men with tattooed arms watched him from pickup trucks, and women smoking in lawn chairs whispered. Half-feral dogs barked and circled.

“Ya lost, hun?” one busty woman called from her front step as he passed, and her friends chuckled.

“No…” he mumbled back, and hurried on as they all laughed.

He was flustered and out of breath by the time he got to the address, on the other fucking side of the whole village. The house was like the rest: a single-storey bungalow on a small plot of land with a car port full of dead appliances. There was a little pink bike lying on the front step, and a short dog chain attached to a pole in the middle of the bare yard. A deep trail had been trod in a circle around the pole but there was no dog in sight. Law went up and knocked lightly.

He stood there for a few minutes, feeling the neighborhood eyes on his back, before trying again. He knocked a little louder. “Hey, um. Hello?”

A harsh voice called, “YEAH IT’S OPEN.”

Law tried the door. “No it’s not?” he called back.

“YEAH IT IS JUST KICK IT AND TURN THE THING AT THE SAME TIME.”

“...No, definitely not open,” Law assured him after trying every kick-turn combination.

“AH FUCK.”

“Yeah.”

“OKAY, CAN YOU JUST BREAK IN?”

“...What??” Law was almost offended.

“I’M DOING A THING, CAN’T GET THE DOOR RIGHT NOW, JUST TRY SOMETHING.”

Obviously Law could break into stuff, because his shitty little brothers thought it was hilarious to lock him out of the house all the time. And because their father thought it was prudent to keep things like Law’s ID in a secure location. Law didn’t think that skill set was a great way to start this ‘job’ thing, though… He looked around at the prying eyes across the street and they flitted back behind their blinds. He sighed.

The lock was just one of the doorknob ones, and the jamb didn’t have a guard on it so it was easy to get a credit card in there. The door swung open and Law stepped into a cluttered hallway.

“In here!” the big voice called from down the hall.

“I here!” a little voice added.

Law navigated his way carefully, stepping over baskets of laundry, unreturned empties, and sealed up moving boxes. Something obnoxious was playing on tinny speakers in another room. He rounded the corner into a sweltering little kitchen that seemed like the only clear spot in the house.

There was a very tall redhead with a face full of piercings sitting at the kitchen table in his boxers, and a much smaller redhead in a frilly blue bathing suit beside him. They were painting their toenails black, with their feet up on the table.

The bigger redhead seemed really shocked to see Law. He almost toppled backward on his chair. “H-hi! Uh! You’re Native.”

Law blinked. “Yeah. Um. You’re naked.”

“I’m Nami!” announced the little girl.

The guy was pretty much naked, by Law’s standards. Also kind of jacked… Law could feel his face heating up and was glad that it didn’t really show on him. The man sitting there in his boxers was pale as a fucking ghost, though, and so his sudden flush was super obvious. He rushed to recover from that intro.

“I don’t mean like, ‘oh, you’re Native.’ Well, obviously you are, heh, but I don’t mind or anything!"

“Yeah, uh.” Law nodded helpfully. “I don’t mind either, that you’re… naked.”

“Kidd is a naked...” Nami sang to herself.

“I'm not even,” Kidd protested. “I'm just hot as hell. Aren't you hot?”

“Am I??” Law was completely lost.

“Not—! I mean, yeah, but you're in a hoodie? Aren't you sweltering?” Kidd clarified.

“Oooh. No, not really. I like to keep covered up,” Law explained, picking at a fraying sleeve. He supposed it was weird to be wearing jeans and a hoodie in this weather, but no weirder than wearing Crocs in public, like people here seemed into doing.

Kidd was distracted by Nami painting patterns on her feet with the nail polish. “Fuck, Nami, stop, we just paint the nails. It’s messy, see? MESSY.” He took the tiny girl and sat her on the counter instead, then went about cleaning up the table. “Sorry about the door. Can’t go anywhere with wet toenails, it smears like hell.”

Law nodded harder and went to help him. “It’s cool, I know how to break into stuff. I mean I don’t usually! But your door was easy. Not that I’ll do it again!”

“Not a problem… uh, Kidd. I’m Kidd. Hi.” The guy finally got his head together and extended a hand. His fingernails were painted black too. He had a really firm grip.

“Law,” Law replied in relief.

“And this is my sister Nami,” Kidd jabbed a thumb at the toddler perched precariously on the counter. “She’s a fucking psychopath.”

Nami ignored them, sticking towels into the toaster instead.

“You have a dog too? I saw the chain outside.” Law wondered.

“No, Dad took the dog with him. And the fuckin car…”

“Your parents are both working?” Law asked, and immediately regretted it. God, he really was sheltered.

Kidd blushed again and started stacking dishes.

Law rushed to clarify. “Or, ‘parent'? I only got one too—a dad. I'm adopted though, and my birth parents are both passed, so.”

Kidd was wiping off each dish absently under the running water, not really cleaning anything. “We got a dad and mom, they’re just… not around right now. So it’s just us! Which is better, believe me.” He growled the last bit under his breath.

“Oh, got it.”

“Anyway. I didn't wanna ask someone to come all the way here to watch Nami, but that bitch down the street won’t take her anymore because of lice or property damage or something, and I got an interview today. I’ll prolly find another illegal daycare somewhere around here if I do get this job, though, heh.”

“Yeah don’t worry about it.” Law tried not to seem squeamish at the mention of lice.

“If they do take me I’ll be starting right away, so I might be out til pretty late,” Kidd warned him. “I’ll pay you for however long you’re here for though.”

“Sounds good. You gonna work at the mine?”

This seemed like another sensitive issue. Kidd looked away and muttered, “No… you gotta be 21, and take all these courses and stuff. And anyway, like HELL will I end up in the fuckin pit,” he finished with unexpected heat.

Law was saved from having to come up with a response by Nami blowing up the toaster outlet. The kitchen appliances all blinked out.

“FUCK! Again…” Kidd rushed to pick her up and sit her back on the table as a loud dryer beep sounded from the bathroom. “And fuck, there’s my pants. Listen, can you grab a fuse from the drawer there and stick it in? I actually REALLY gotta go, like right now.”

“Yeah of course!” Law watched the strange redhead duck through the kitchen door and pick his way down the obstacle course hall to another door.

He pulled his eyes away from the muscled back and onto the little girl, who was… eating nail polish.

“You!” Law scolded her, and put her in a chair. He grabbed the few towels that weren’t burnt, and tied her to the aluminum frame. “Okay, eat cheez-its while I fix this.”

Law had got the new fuse screwed into the panel and the nail polish off Nami’s face by the time Kidd came back, dressed in clothes that didn’t seem like interview clothes to Law: heavy duck pants and steel-toed boots. He grabbed a duffel bag that was sitting on a box stack, shouldered it and then stood looking at Law.

“Uh,” Kidd was blushing again. It was kind of amazing to see this tough blacklung brat acting so unsure. “If I come back really late maybe I could bring something? To eat? And we could eat it here?”

“Yeah, that'd be good.” Law shrugged like he didn't mind either way.

“KFC?” Kidd suggested.

“Oh I don't like breaded stuff. Fries are good, though.”

“Chinese?”

“I'm trying not to eat MSG actually…”

Kidd tried to think. “So what do you eat?”

“Mostly sushi.”

“I didn't know there was any sushi places in this shit town,” Kidd admitted.

“At the college there's one. Uh, but whatever you bring is fine, don't worry about it!” Law reassured him.

“Okay. Well, see ya.” Kidd made his way outside, yelling at some hovering dogs to git!, then started swearing. “Aw fuck, Nami's FUCKING bike…”

“You trip on it?” Law poked his head outside.

“No,” Kidd was looking at an empty front walk. “Fuckin kids took off with it again. I'll just go punch their dad in the throat later, not a big deal.”

“Holy,” Law commented mildly.

He watched Kidd pull a frankenstein-ian motorcycle out of a side door and roar away on it. Then he looked around to see if anyone had caught him looking. He was just sending a good glare at the prying eyes across the street when he remembered that he was babysitting. He returned to the kitchen where Nami was sitting once again on top of the table, drawing circles in a nail polish puddle with one finger.

“Your brother is an entire entrée,” Law informed her.

She didn't reply, intent on her craft. But she objected when he tried to pick her up. “Nooo!”

“No?” he put her down.

She glared at him, a tiny girl of no more than four, ginger hair in little pigtails and her frilly blue bathing suit spotted with nail polish.

“I'm Law,” he sat down so he was at her level, and introduced himself. “Lawww.”

“Law...” She appraised him solemnly for another moment and then seemed to deem him acceptable. “I’m being a witch,” she confided in a whisper.

“A witch?”

“Yah.”

Law sat back in the chair with a laugh. “My girl! Let's talk!”

Law had the kitchen scrubbed to his own exacting standards in short order, having secured Nami firmly to a chair (with duct tape and towels this time).

She was starting to nod into her cheezits by the time he'd finished, and Law figured it was nap time. He went to review the rooms along the hallway, looking for a baby room. He couldn't figure out the logic of the place, though. There was a largeish bedroom, which seemed to be the source of the stale smoke smell, mostly taken up by a tacky king bed and Seinfeld DVDs. It clearly hadn't been used in forever. He closed that door. Then there was a smaller room that might've once been a child's room, decorated with glow in the dark stars on the ceiling and complex Lego structures piled in one corner. It was stacked floor to ceiling with file boxes and covered in dust too. Another small room seemed to be Kidd's hideout, though the bed was just a box spring covered in laundry and books. There was a guitar and practice amp, and a desk piled with half-dissected old laptops. Law resisted the urge to snoop, and closed the door.

He went back down to the other end of the hall, past the front door, where the narrow corridor opened into a small living room space. A couch and a single mattress were neatly made up into beds, in front of a large TV that seemed like the only new thing in the house.

“I want a Kidd nap.” Nami had somehow gotten out of the duct tape high chair and was at Law's side, rubbing her eyes.

“Okay? In the big bed?”

“You're silly,” she accused. She went to lie down on the couch, pulling a fuzzy blanket over herself.

Law went to sit next to her. He gestured down at the mattress on the floor, with its orange and blue comforter and many fuzzy cushions. “Is that your bed? Don't you wanna nap there?”

“No,” she explained patiently, eyes already closed.

“Right, obviously.”

He watched her shuffle and sigh her way to sleep.

“I could've had a sister,” he murmured, partly to her and partly to himself. “I mean, I do have a biological sister, but I didn't grow up with her. I think it would've been nice, though…”

Nami was already asleep when he looked over again. Easy! Law totally had this babysitting thing in hand. He pulled his stats assignment out of his bag, and got down to the real work.

Nami turned out to be a pretty chill baby, as well as being an utter terror. She mostly ignored Law, preferring to go about her little play tasks uninterrupted, with the TV playing in the background. “Being a witch,” she explained whenever Law asked what she was doing.

“Keep it up,” he encouraged her, turning back to his own work.

He quickly learned, though, to keep an ear out for silence, because she was probably blowing shit up. Law found her building a fire in the oven, then making what he was pretty sure was mustard gas in the toilet.

“How’d you do that??” He took the bleach from her and she threw a mild fit before toddling off to the next game.

By the time Kidd returned, Law was just sitting in a kitchen chair with his stats assignment disregarded in front of him, watching the four-year-old expertly jimmy the makeshift lock he'd put on the knife drawer.

“More twist on the lever,” an amused Law recommended.

“So this one's being a psychopath huh,” Kidd entered and threw his duffel bag on the table.

Law corrected him.“Um, she's a witch and a prodigy? She made several deadly potions with cleaning supplies today."

“Oh jesus now there's two of you.”

“One more and we got a coven.”

“Great. Nami, it's like 11, why ain't your ass in bed?” Kidd growled at his sister, who ignored him.

“She went down for a couple hours, but kept getting up when she heard a car go by. And I couldn't get any pajamas on her,” Law reported.

“Yeah she won't take the bathing suit off unless I bribe her. She's big into being a ‘mermaid’ this month, on top of being a witch.”

Nami had gotten the knife drawer open and was feeling around in it with one chubby hand.

Kidd scooped her up. “No knives.”

“A knife!!!”

Law shook his head and smiled. Child after his own heart. “What's she want a knife for?”

“She's been trying to slash my tires lately, so probably that. It's usually pretty funny to watch, but yeah, not at bedtime. Eh, Nami?”

“I WAN A KNIFE! A KNIFE A KNIFE A—”

Nami stopped and stared at the chocolate coin Kidd was holding up. She grabbed it and wiggled out of his arms. They followed her to the living room where she was stashing her prize under the couch.

“Holy, she's got a hoard,” Law gave a low whistle at the cache of foil coins and random shiny things.

“Yeah I think she's more dragon than mermaid,” Kidd commented.

Nami lay down in her floor bed, where she could see the glittering pile.

“I got food, if you wanna…?” Kidd nodded back toward the kitchen.

“Is she good here?”

“Yeah she pretty much puts herself to sleep, just leave WrestleMania on for her. She likes the noise.”

They went back to the kitchen, and Kidd turned on a thing Law had thought was a smashed toaster oven reconstructed with safety pins, but which turned out to be a radio. Kidd gestured to a bag on the table, and Law unpacked it while the redhead fiddled with the receiver. It mostly seemed to be picking up country music and static.

“Can almost get that alt rock station with this thing,” he muttered, “probably just needs another coat hanger.”

“You went and got sushi??” Law pulled out several little plastic containers.

Kidd’s back was to him but Law could see his neck and ears going red. He kept fiddling with the dials. “Yeah, whatever.”

“From all the way at the college?”

“Yeah. Whatever.”

“...I think that radio is using you as an antenna,” Law observed, changing the topic.

Kidd snorted and let go of the screwdriver-dial, and the radio went to mostly static. “Faboo. Maybe it wants a piercing too.”

His face had returned to a normal color under all that metal, and he joined Law at the table. Law offered him the dragon roll and took the sashimi plate.

The chopsticks were an obstacle.

“Do you stab it?” Kidd glared at the sushi and the two little sticks.

“No, look at my hand: hold one like a pencil, and the other one loosely—”

“I stab it.”

“Don’t stab it, hey, you’ll ruin the integrity of the roll shape!”

“Hm,” Kidd chewed his mangled piece. “Tastes like salad.”

“Here.” Law scooted over a chair. He took the chopsticks out of Kidd’s fist and rearranged them. Kidd’s hands were large and rough to the touch, and the scent of sweat and gas clung to his clothes. The sudden impression of body heat and machinery smacked Law right in the back of the brain.

“I’m gonna say this is finger food,” Kidd decided.

“Yeah,” Law agreed automatically.

“Yeah, fuck this. Want a beer?”

Law hated beer. “Yeah. I mean, whatever.”

Law sat and nursed the beer with determination, trying to pay attention to Kidd's animated take on government surveillance vans and Nicolas Cage. His brain was getting fuzzy really fast, though. He was such a fuckin lightweight.

“He’s not an actual human person, is all I’m saying. You seen his face tryna do face stuff?” Kidd argued, crunching his second beer can and tossing it in the bin across the room. "Nother beer? Hey, you’re not even done that one.”

“Tastes like bread,” Law noted distractedly.

“I guess. You don’t like Bud?”

“I liked the first movie,” Law hiccuped.

Kidd laughed like a fucking hooligan, and Law had to laugh too. Normally loud laughs grated on Law's ears, but he decided he liked this one. It wasn't mocking or cold; just big.

Kidd shook his head with a final chuckle and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Me too. Sooo uh, what you studying at the college?”

“General science right now, thinking I'll go into the pre-med stream,” Law answered right away. “Or maybe something more research, less clinical… uh. Or you know, like. Whatever.”

Kidd actually seemed interested. “Yeah that sounds awesome. I always wanted to go into engineering, but pure research would be cool… You um. Doing some math, there?” He looked over at Law's assignment, abandoned on the table.

“Stats. The bane of my existence. Don't stare at it too long, it'll put the bleed on your brain.”

“...you're stuck, huh?” Kidd glanced over again.

“No.” Law sniffed. “I'm considering it from many angles.”

“Okay, man.”

“Oh, like you know anything about sample sizes and shit.”

Kidd shrugged, but the line in his forehead deepened. He cracked another tallboy.

Law gripped his own beer can in the uncomfortable silence that followed, and then downed the rest all at once.

“Nother,” he wiped his mouth and Kidd raised an eyebrow but passed him a fresh one.

“Git it in ya.”

“Mhm.” Law took a deep swig and almost fucking barfed. “Sooo… you make that bike yourself huh?”

“...yeah,” Kidd's face lost the put-out look and split into a grin. “Or whatever, I just added some stuff and changed other stuff… actually, it's…”

That got another good long ramble out of the redhead, full of startling laughter and crass parallels with female body parts. Law wondered idly if Kidd was actually familiar with any female body parts, or whether this was just how people in Pit-town talked.

“Hm?” Law sat up straight, realizing that Kidd had asked him something. His brain was definitely all swimmy now.

“Or I can give you a lift back now. It's a long way to the Rez.”

“I'm not from the Rez, I live down the highway. I can just hitch my way back, it's not a big deal." Law looked at his phone—after midnight.

Kidd was giving Law a look, like he wanted to say something about that, but then grunted and downed his beer instead. “Here, for today,” he said, taking an envelope out of his pocket and pushing a few folded bills into Law's hand.

“Thanks.”

“If you're free tomorrow I'll be working again at noon. And like I said, you can stay here tonight if the trip out is—”

“Oh!” Law felt his face heating up again. “No, I gotta get home. My dad's gonna kill me as it is. I'll come back tomorrow, though, okay?”

“Okay! Or, whatever, good.”

“Yeah.” Law stood and started stuffing things back into his backpack. “Okay see ya tomorrow.”

Kidd gave him a flippant salute and cracked another beer.

Pulling on his sneakers at the door, Law felt a little tug at his pant leg.

“Law, you are going to go?” Nami worried.

“Yup, gotta go home.”

“Law, you won't be here if you go,” she started snuffling.

Law picked her up and put her back in her bed. “I'll come back tomorrow. Okay?”

“No.” She hid under the blanket and kept snuffling.

He hesitated. “I have to go.”

“She’ll get over it in a minute,” Kidd told him from the doorway, leaning backlit against the frame with crossed arms. “It's better not to draw it out.”

Law looked at the little lump among the cushions and shrugged. He stood to go.

The redhead chewed at his tongue piercing and watched him. “Okay, I don't wanna be weird about this, but like. It's the Pit. And you're... You know?”

Law wasn't getting it. “I'm...?”

“C'mon, you stick out. And it's really late, and it's just past check day, and… it'd really just be faster if I gave you a ride.”

Oh, fucking chivalry or whatever.

“So I'll put my hood up,” Law dismissed this.

“It’s the Pit, though,” Kidd said again.

“... See you tomorrow.” Law left without drawing it out any further.

Law got halfway through the village before someone pulled up next to him, apparently to offer him further unwanted courtesies.

“Looking for a place to stay?” the man offered.

“Just heading home,” Law deflected.

This didn't seem to be the answer the guy wanted, and he followed Law in his pickup at very close range, until they got to the village limits and the end of the street lights. Law gripped his phone in his pocket. He heard the truck door slam just as he went to detour off the road between two houses.

Law tried not to back away as the guy advanced. “I'll call the police.”

“I am the police,” the man pointed to the badge on his belt.

"Shit..."

"And you're trespassing."

Law held onto his phone, a harsh roaring steadily growing in his ears. The smart thing would be to play dumb and helpless so he wouldn't fucking get shot, and just hope someone came by… but the man went to grab him and he panicked just as the roar peaked. Law snapped the fist holding his phone into the man's temple, and it made a loud crunch. A couple more frantic strikes sent the pig down in a confused pile of limbs.

Well he'd fucking done it now. Maybe he could run before—

“Oohhh shit, haha,” someone commented.

Law glared over at Kidd, who was sitting there on his noisy rat bike, peering at the man on the ground.

“Hi?” Law crossed his arms.

Kidd scratched his neck. “Saw him drive past after you left, and figured… yeah. I was just gonna come and like, bam! Do a drive-by with a crowbar. But that Rocky shit was actually way cooler, haha. Is that a brass knuckles phone ring?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah…” Kidd considered the lump on the ground. “Kay, well. Can I drive you home now?”

“...” Law really, stubbornly wanted to refuse.

“Just so you can see how Marlene here rides,” Kidd patted the motorcycle. “Did I tell you I built her?”

Law's tension cracked and an incredulous laugh bubbled out. “Yeah. You told me. She's a beauty.” Kidd passed him the helmet and Law slid into place behind him.

“She’s a rubber-tit, chain-smoking old blacklung biddy, fuck yeah she's a beauty. You can ride her all day and night, she don't get tired.”

Law had been wondering how he'd get all the way home like this without popping a boner, but that mental image cleared it up.

“Uh,” Law gave the unconscious cop a guilty glance, “should we get this guy somewhere…?”

“Oh, I'll just call his wife to come get him, I guess,” Kidd snorted at the pathetic pile and took out his phone.

“You know him?”

“Everyone knows everyone here… hold on a sec. Hey, Mrs. Kyle? Yeah I just seen Kevin going off tryna fight that goose again.”

“Fuckin what??” Law snickered.

“Yeah, Cobb Road. Looked like he'd taken a good one on the head already. I dunno who taught that thing to make a fist. Yeah, anyway. Yeah, bye.” Kidd hung up, nodding to himself like that was it.

“No one's gonna believe that shit,” Law objected.

“Oh the goose? That's real, the thing's a monster. I think they should just shoot it but there's a pool on who'll defeat it in hand-to-hand combat.”

“...okay. Sure.”

“It's the Pit,” Kidd explained again.

Kidd tied a bandana onto his face as a windguard, and they pulled out of the village and onto the highway. It was fall but the air was warm and smelled like tar. Law held onto Kidd's waist and directed him by patting his arm and pointing. The smokestacks receded behind them, though the tar smell lingered on through the treeless landscape. Eventually Law signaled for them to stop.

Kidd pulled off the highway and stopped just under the lone streetlight at the turnoff. He looked around. “This is just a carpool lot. I might as well take you all the way home, right?”

“Nah, my Dad's already gonna be pissed that I'm out this late. If I ride up on a bike smelling like booze… yeah.” Law passed him the helmet and dismounted. “It's not far from here, I'm good now.”

Kidd was still processing the first part. “Aren't you in uni? You still have a curfew?”

Law shrugged. “He's strict. He just worries. Though, yeah, he's nowhere near as protective about my fuckin brothers so—”

At that exact moment Law's brain registered the whine of a familiar car, and he had to grip his bag to keep from bolting. He relaxed slightly when he saw it was just the Volvo.

“Hey Lawnboy,” Bellamy chuckled, leaning an elbow out the window.

“Hiii Law,” a gawky, sharp-eyed girl chirped from the passenger seat.

“Monet, my dream girl,” Law flirted mildly, leaning on the door frame. Monet giggled and Bellamy scowled.

“That your ~boyfriend~?” the blond troll mocked, jabbing a thumb at Kidd, who tensed and sneered.

“Yeah,” Law shot back.

There was a pause.

“Really???” Monet scrambled to get a good look at them both. Bellamy's face went slack with shock.

Kidd stuffed his head into the safety of his helmet.

“What're you doing?” Law questioned the helmeted Kidd.

“He's shy!” Monet squealed. “Ahhhh you guys are perfect!”

“Are you blushing?” Law tried to flip up the mirrored visor and Kidd held on stubbornly, shaking his head.

“Law, bring him to Hawk's place with us, I'll make youse guys’ drinks!! I got sourpuss and peach schnapps!”

“They're not coming to Hawk's,” Bellamy told her sullenly.

“Shut up Bellamy. Law, you guys coming?”

Law demurred. “Gotta work tomorrow, Monet-fique. Nother time.”

“Aw.”

“See you at home, Bellyache,” Law dismissed his pouting brother, who scowled.

“‘Babysitting’, huh. I'm telling Dad you're hoeing it up in the Pit,” Bellamy threatened.

Monet punched him in the shoulder. “Oh my god Bellamy no you're not. Later, Law! Byyye, strong silent boyfriend!”

Bellamy took his cue and screeched away.

Law turned back to Kidd, who was still hiding under his helmet. “Sorry. That was my brother. It just seemed like the best way to get him to leave.”

Kidd gave a slight shrug.

“So. See you tomorrow?” Law shouldered his bag.

Kidd nodded.

“Thanks for the ride. And for dinner and stuff…”

“Yeah it's whatever,” came Kidd's muffled voice.

“Oh yeah I mean, whatever.” Law started off down the road.

“Uh…! Thank you too, for… coming...” Kidd called after him a few steps later.

Law stopped and looked back awkwardly.

“...And for being chill about Nami's issues, and the house, and dealing with that creeping fucker… You don't have to come back after that crap. And if all this is gonna get you in trouble with your dad anyway,” Kidd offered in a nervous jumble, as Law wandered back over and stood there, feeling suddenly sad.

Law had had his share of sweet goodbye kisses under this streetlight, when he'd been a little younger and a little less worried about everything. He kinda really wanted another like that right now… But Kidd was holding onto the helmet on his head like a life preserver. And a kiss seemed like such a shallow, wrong-headed kind of assurance to offer against all ‘that crap.’

Law leaned in, and bonked his forehead lightly against the glossy helmet instead.

“Well, pick me up tomorrow, at the highway. So I don't gotta risk crossing the goose,” Law shrugged too, like it really was all just whatever.

He couldn't see Kidd's face but he could see his heaviness lift.

“You got it, Cap.”

The scruffy redhead leaned into his bike and the road, and became a fading engine roar in the dark. Law walked home slowly.

#kidlaw #KidLaw fic #eustass kid #trafalgar law #one piece modern au #Kid is a blusher #Law is an airhead #blue collar love #pit-town strays

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kinsbin · 5 years

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Angel Lights

Title: Angel Lights Word Count: 2189 Ship: Lance/Alexys [Canon/Self Insert]

Summary: Lance and Alexys go on a private ghost hunting date together in an abandoned church. A discovery of a beautiful room also helps Lance discover just how much he loves her.

Author’s Note: A writing comm for @bad-blue-moon-rising with Lance from Grave Encounters! A personal favorite ghost-horror movie of mine tbh, I was happy to write it ;u;

Alexys took in a deep breath, touching at the ends of her hair in vacant observation of it as she waited at the steps of a once busy apartment complex. Sneaker clad feet tapped a soft tune on the cold concrete below them as she bit her lip while looking around. He was late and he knew he was. Anxiety and annoyance commingled in her heart for a brief moment or two, flaring here and there like sun spots against rays as she tried to give him time. To be patient. Yet her hands still found their way to her phone. She felt herself touch at the name in her contact, not the casual ‘Lance Preston’ of acquaintances or co workers, but the casual, joking description of ‘Ghost Fucker’ with a blue heart at the beginning and end of each word. Her fingers tapped away at the screen, biting her lip as she did so:

You’re late, asshole.

With a soft ping the message was sent. Alexys tucked her phone back into her hoodie pocket and leaned against side of the building. She gazed up at the slowly clouding skyline, the dangerous storm clouds blaring soft warning of what was to come. No birds chirped in the area. She made a mental note to make sure Lance mentioned it in the video diary he would, without a doubt, be performing even on this supposedly private date they were about to share. The calm before the storm, her mind mused, or the silence of an area haunted by malevolent spirits?

The ping of her phone resounded against the quiet, drawing Alexys from her momentary daydream in favor of watching the screen carefully, the reply of her boyfriend shining against the white of her screen and reflecting off of her eyes.

You’re just early.

You said 4:00! It’s almost 4:30.

Relax lol. I see u i’m almost there U look cute when ur angry also <3

Alexys felt her cheeks puff out in indignation, head whipping to either side of her in an effort to spy just where Lance was coming around from. She felt her flesh burn with a blush of embarrassment as she finally spotted him. He was dressed comfortably, jeans and a striped shirt matched with a medium-weighted windbreaker that glowed silvery black in the sunlight. He looked so handsome. So stupidly, insanely, and rudely handsome. When he saw that she was eyeing him, his smile was undeniably sweet as he waved up his hand and gave her a causal signal that he had seen her. In return, she raised a hand up weakly and stuck out her tongue at him, making him offer a mock offended look in return. Alexys didn’t bother to bite the laugh bubbling up in her stomach as she stood up to meet him, trotting only a few feet from the building to reach out and embrace the man in a hug.

He returned it, his arms securing themselves around her so firmly that she felt completely safe. His hugs were, by far, the best. His arms were secured around her, the warmth from his body engulfing the moment he put his arms against her body. When her head was against his chest, she could hear the steady thrum of his heartbeat as he seemed to count his breaths. To relish the moment of intimacy with her while kissing the top of her head. He smelt like that cheap cologne he always wore before they went on dates. The aftermath of wooden scents and leather overcoming her senses with a commingling of soap and aftershave. It was a dizzying smell that made her high. Addicted to inhale more of it. She almost craved it, in a strange way. Not that she would ever admit it to him out loud, of course, unless she wanted to get teased for the next year and a half relentlessly over it.

“So,” He spoke airily while separating at last, his smile borderline excited as it was cocky, “Ready for our first bona-fied ghost sleepover?”

“Only if you think you’re up for it,” She joked back with a smirk, “I’ll hold your hand if you get too scared and want to chicken out early, okay?”

“Hey now! I’ve stayed in way more haunted places than you, little miss ‘I hid in my arms while we watched Poltergiest because it was too scary.”

“I told you! It was a flirtation tactic, I was FLIRTING with you!”

Her face burned as she smacked his shoulder, pushing him away as hard as she could while Lance’s chuckles turned into a series of severe hysterics at the memory and admission. It took, perhaps, a bit too long to calm down until the both of them realized that the night was not getting any younger. As the sun began to sink over the horizon of the skyline in the distance, Lance hurried them both into the building in front of them with an eager light in his bright eyes.

“It’s said to have been haunted by a group of nuns and their students,” He told her while they entered the building, gothic in architectural style yet ominously archaic in atmosphere, “The nuns beat the kids so much that they decided to riot against them, turning to satanism for answers. The kids were said to be possessed and cannibalized the nuns in front of one another, until they ate the last one alive.”

“Lance!” Alexys whispered in shock, “that is so gross! But cool, but, mostly gross! Couldn’t you have left the ‘eating the last one alive’ part out for another day or something?”

“It’s part of the BACKSTORY, babe,” Lance whispered back eagerly, “Besides, it’s important to know. Some people say they can hear the kid’s giggling in here and then feel a sharp pain in their body parts, as if someone is trying to gnaw on their limbs.”

“If you try to put any part of my body in your mouth tonight after that story I am going to kick you in the face so hard I’ll break your nose.” Alexys snarked back with a laugh, leaning into the man’s shoulder as they walked deeper into the terrifying church-turned-schoolhouse. In the setting sun, it almost looked ethereal. It warmed the inside of the room while anxioiusly giving way to the impending darkness that would soon overcome them. The shadows cast in the corners of the building were long and dark. Alexys, taking notice, could only feel to swallow nervously and nudge herself closer to Lance without much realizing it. Lance, knowing well the opportunity being presented to him, had to hide his smile as he went and wrapped his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders. He brought her in close, his lips descending onto her forehead and then to her cheek as he peppered her with reassuring kisses.

“Hey, why the long face? This was your idea, right?” He grinned at her with a laugh, “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“Because you think the cannibal ghost children aren’t real?”

“Because, even if the cannibal ghost children are real, I’ll make sure to keep you out of their way, right?”

Alexys couldn’t hide the smile that warmed her mouth at his words. Despite his constant jokes and terrible decision making skills, the skeptic inside of him had always kept her grounded. Regardless of what happened in the ghost hunting adventures the both of them had found themselves part of in one way or another, they had always been by one another’s side. His drive to protect her matched her drive to challenge him, the both of them humorously making their way through episode after episode of Grave Encounters with jokes in their hearts and dialogue for history against the cameras.

None of the crew was surprised when they started dating. Nor were they shocked when, this time, they asked to be alone in the scouting of his potentially dangerous haunted church school.

“If the cannibal ghost children are real and start chasing us down a hallway,” Alexys hummed while giving Lance’s cheek a gentle tap, “I’d trip you first.”

“Ah, you’re such a romantic.” Lance sighed in defeat, the smile still on his lips as they both walked through the looking corridors. For a moment, Lance held up his phone, the light of the screen illuminating his facial features in a blue shade as he gazed at a layout of the church on it. Alexys admired the way the light defined his features. From the soft wrinkles of his forehead to the cut of his cheeks and jawline, he was very beautiful even in the most ominous of lighting. She was also grateful that the shadows were just dark enough to hide her blush as she realized the thoughts settling themselves in her head.

“Okay,” Lance hummed, “Up ahead there should be a main sort of ambulatory thing? It’s where the rituals were supposed to take place.”

“A good place to set up shop, I think.” Alexys agreed as she reached out to grab his hand, tugging him forward with a smile, “Less staring, more walking then.”

And so they walked together, further and further, until the hall of the church opened up into the center. With the sun still hanging by threads in the sky, the undisturbed stained glass of the windows high above them sparkled like colorful diamonds in the atmosphere. Below, the refracted light sprinkled bits of rainbow shades all over the ground, covering the two in their colors as they entered. Alexys took in a breath, wincing only for a moment as the light hit her.

Holding up a hand, she watched as the light reflected off of her skin. The shades of red, pink, blue, and green moved with each shift of her body and trace of her clothing, bathing her in an almost ethereal glow. The sun was warm even through the high arches, the ceiling so risen above them into a duomo made entirely of stained glass that it felt like a waterfall. A portal to another dimension. She couldn’t help the smile of awe that made it onto her parted lips.

“Woah,” She spoke in a whisper, “Lance, do you see this? This is amazing. We really should have brought the crew here, it would have gotten a great shot for the intro to an episode or something! Do you think we should have done a full episode here instead? Lance, are you listening?”

She turned, brows furrowing in confusion as she waited for the responses that never came. Lance stood in the doorway, eyes blown wide with awe as he stared at her. The lack of words was...uncharacteristic. Unusual. It made a small well of nervousness glow in the pit of her stomach as she brushed some hair behind her head, biting her lip as she tilted it in his direction for a moment. “Wh...What? What are you looking at?”

“Huh? Oh…” Lance took in a deep breath and shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck with a grin so genuine that it made Alexys’ heart ache.

“Sorry,” He breathed out, “I just...you look so damn beautiful right now. I thought-” He laughed, smile still shaky, “You were an angel or something.”

Her face burned as bright as the reds that bathed her, her body rigid for only a moment at the ridiculously cheesy, yet sincere, line that echoed from between her lover’s lips. He finally moved himself forward, closer to her, as he fished out his own phone to take photos. Instead of being able to, however, he was scooped into a hug by Alexys. Her body pressed close to him, her lips finding his in a swift and loving kiss which he returned with surprise but enjoyment. A hand reached out, touching at her cheek and running through her hair in an effort to deepen it. As they separated, their lips remained close together, breaths ghosting against one another as the lights of the stained glass danced around them.

“That was,” Alexys grinned, “The cheesiest thing you’ve ever said to me, Ghost Boy.”

“And yet,” He laughed back with a grin, “You’re the one kissing me, Ghost Girl.”

Her laugh was genuine, ringing like a chorus through the hallowed halls as she rested her head against his chest, “I love you.”

He smiled, the words ‘I love you too’ echoing from his mouth as he kissed her forehead.

The ghosts could wait. The time could pass by here. It didn’t matter, now, if they were late or to what. She was in his arms, safe and beautiful, and that was the only thing that mattered in that moment. Ghosts be damned, she was an angel to the only skeptic that mattered in that moment.

Alexys couldn’t be sure, but, she swore she heard a chorus of choir songs humming faintly above them. A signal of just what they meant to one another coming to light.

#self insert #self shipping #kinley writes #self ship #grave encounters

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cutegirlmayra · 7 years

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hello! I really enjoy your blog & your writing & ur different opinions about things! I was wondering, if it's not that much of a bother if you could write a platonic!shadamy u know them being rlly close pals with a bit of sonamy on the side! Have a great day 💖

Aww, thank you so much! I love discussions and just sharing in our love for the same things~ Anytime my friend! :Db

Now precious anon, for your viewing pleasure, I give to you..

(x)

Your Platonic!Shadamy

Prompt:

“Ow! Err… twigs!” Amy tried to make her way through the brush, trying to keep up with tracking down Sonic and the team before she spotted a familiar looking silhouette in the distance.

She gasped, excited as ever as her quills went slightly up in her moment of stressful release. “I did it! Oh, finally! Son-!”

She took off after the image before finally seeing the figure move into the light.

She blinked her eyes, studying the black and red before it clicked in her mind.

“…dow?” she stepped back, unsure at first if she should make her presence known. She withdrew her arms back to herself and put them together up by the collar of her dress, turning slightly as if to leave the setting should he spot her presence there.

“But…” she re-positioned herself towards him, lowering an arm down to peek out and spy on him a moment. “What would he be doing way out here?”

After seeing something flash in the sky, a few fumes of flaming jetpack engines landing next to Shadow, she realized he may be working with Eggman; she noticed the robot’s familiar appearance too.

“Metal!” she placed her hands over her mouth, listening…

After misinterpreting the one-way conversation, Amy jumped out, determined to accuse Shadow of foul play, before Metal used her distraction to attack him.

Seeing Shadow not able to put up much of a struggle, different to how she usually viewed him, she suddenly realized something was horrible wrong with Shadow, and immediately jumped into the fray.

“Hyah!” She slammed her hammer against his metallic skull as Metal was about to pierce a powerful claw down on Shadow.

He stumbled up to his knee, having been knocked down on his back, eye squinted shut and arm limp as he held it to it’s side.

“Why… are you helping me?”

Amy stood, protectively, in front of Shadow as Metal Sonic shook his head, looking like he meant business and even ticked that she interfered.

“Because. Something’s wrong. You were getting beaten up out there.” Amy stated her observations, but didn’t look back at him.

Metal, in his rage, shook his metallic fingers around in front of him, threatening her to make a move as she held her hammer back, as if a baseball player ready for the ball…

“I was wrong about you, Shadow. And this is me admitting my faults and trying to make up for it!”

Metal came bursting out towards her.

That’s when she saw it.

Her eyes widened as she noticed Metal Sonic having a strange yellow glowing aura she hadn’t seen before, something so faint, you had to be close up to see.

As she lowered her hammer a moment, she saw his engine carrying Shadow’s limiters.

She deduced then that some sort of theft must have happened, and Metal Sonic was being powered by the limiters, meaning that Shadow must have used up all his ‘ultimate power’ and couldn’t recharge at his usual fast rate of recovery without storing some of his power back first.

She lowered her head down with a quick glare.

“That’s not fair!” She cried out, and dodged the claw strike, as she raised her hammer again.

“No one likes playing dirty!”

She slammed her hammer into his back, then continued to wham Metal Sonic down as he flinched on the ground, his body being impaled into the rocks below him, before they shattered under the raw power of her slamming Piko Piko Hammer.

“That’s enough.”

Shadow rose up, as Amy suddenly snapped out of her ‘destroy the annoyingly stupid robot that vaguely reminded her of Sonic and past traumas’ before looking up curiously at Shadow.

“Huh?”

He walked over, kneeling down, he threw his hand back.

“Wait… you’re not gonna-” Amy held out a hand, before screeching as she saw his hand dive into the spiraling engine of Metal Sonic.

Metal Sonic whirled in a frenzy of sounds and noises, while Shadow’s eyebrows twitched vigorously at the pain of his hand being shredded before grabbing his limiters, and yanking it out.

His teeth were so gritted together that he felt a hardness in his jaw ache at just moving them apart to breathe aloud.

He put the limiters on, his chest moving up and down at the amount of effort and pain endured, before looking down at Metal Sonic.

“I appreciate the concern…” he then turned to Amy, seeing she really did a number on Metal Sonic for him.

“But I have business elsewhere.” he turned away from her, walking off…

Before he collapsed, a slight and fainted cry of exhaustion catching upon the wind that made Amy race towards him.

“Shadow!!!”

As he went down, he heard her voice in the background, before feeling a strong but almost … gentle pair of arms hoist him up.

He opened his eyes into a squint, looking over and seeing Amy having wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and her other arm carried him by the waist.

“What… do you think… erk… you’re doing?” Shadow spoke through the pain and exhaustion.

“I’m helping a friend, don’t you have one of those?” she squinted an eye down, realizing he wasn’t as light as she hoped for, and continued to move on, smiling. “Heh, if Sonic was here, he would do the same!”

Shadow wondered about that, examining her expression and realizing it was the same as that annoying blue hedgehogs.

He turned away, dipping his head down and trying his best to alleviate some of the weight.

—-

When Shadow awoke, he smelled a delicious odor of sorts that had stirred him alive.

With his limiters now prohibiting some of his power from being exposed, it was able to be converted and used for healing instead of mass destruction.

He felt his hand, and noticed as he brought it up in surprise that it had been bandaged, and was nicely and neatly taken care of.

He looked over to see that he was lying on a bed of leaves, and to his left- Amy was cooking over a fire she had constructed.

She heard something rustling and turned, smiling kindly to Shadow.

“Oh, good! You’re up and alive!”

He groaned, leaning up before reaching to his stomach.

Another moment of surprise that made him blink twice.

He looked down at his stomach, “I.. Feel little to no pain…”

He saw that his stomach was full of smashed up, gooey substance covered with leaves… and squished a little between his fingers, looking at it closely.

“Hand-made ointment. I’m pretty good with mixing things together.” she winked, “Good cooks make good nurses too!” she chimed, before bringing him over something in a bowl. “Here. It’s good for survival after a fierce pummeling like that… ah! I mean-! Y-you totally could have taken him under the right circumstances!” She took one hand and waved it rapidly, trying to erase from the very air around her the moment of her slip up, not wanting to offend him.

He simply reached over and grabbed the bowl from her, ignoring her words and taking a sip of the soup.

“Ah.” he moved away, his tongue being slightly burnt.

“Careful!” Amy moved forward, crawling a bit to be at eye-level before happily blowing on the bowl.

He watched her enact the kind gesture with a sense of gentle elegance before opening her eyes and smiling back at him. “You don’t eat a lot of hot foods, do you Shadow?”

He frowned deeply, before testing the smell over his nose, feeling the steam had died down a bit and then took another sip.

Just the right temperature.

“What are you doing all the way out here, anyway?” Amy leaned back, but smiled as she saw him taking his time to slurp the nutritious meal.

He pulled the bowl away and looked down, “Metal Sonic had stolen my limiters… I was simply retrieving what was mine.” He then side-glanced to her, still keeping a rather cold demeanor, but to Amy, he seemed to be showing a much more softer side.

“And you? What would Sonic be doing here. Looking for Eggman, I presume?”

“Emhmm! Guess you got me there! I’m tracking Sonic and the others down. But I’ve…” she looked around where they were, before looking a bit embarrassed as she returned to addressing Shadow. “I may have lost a step or two…”

She sweat dropped, closing her eyes and smiling sheepishly.

He ‘hmph’d, as if expecting half as much from her, making her pout as he closed his eyes and continued this meal.

“I never asked for your conveniences.”

“You never ask for anything.” Amy pouted, before smiling warmly to him again. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t help out a friend in need.”

He looked up at her as she rose to her feet. “Friend?”

She reached down and took his bowl with both hands, before turning to him with a beautiful smile of mercy, “Everyone deserves one.” she winked, and then took the bowl, walking off.

He watched her go, suddenly dipping his head and giving a concealed closed-eyed smile, before returning to a neutral frown as he arose.

Amy turned then, “Where are you going now?”

“Your blue hero is probably worried about you.” he folded his arms, giving her a look before closing his eyes again, avoiding her gaze by dipping his head and then looking behind him.

“I suppose it’s only fair to return such kindnesses with one of my own.”

“Shadow? Being kind?” Amy sarcastically put a finger to her cheek, looking up at the sky as if she spoke that in complete innocent.

He twitched with an anger mark.

“I could leave you to struggle with the night-life horrors of this foreign land.” he glared up at her, almost threatening her to stop making fun of him.

“Woah, woah, hey now! Take a joke with a sense of humor, why don’t ya…” she patted the air to try and calm him down, but he noticed too much of Sonic in her, and resented it.

At least she was more tolerable… however…

He held up a hand to his bandaged one, looking down at it’s orderly fashion, done with much care and diligence.

“I’ll happily take your offer, Shadow.”

He looked up then, almost as if being pleasantly surprised she would.

But why wouldn’t she? It was logical to take the advantage of his request.

She put out the fire, dancing a moment as the flame caught to her boot she was using to stomp it out. After watching her flail a moment and then scratch the back of her head, being clumsy, he immediately wondered how she could make it on her own.

‘Now I see…’ Shadow thought, stretching his mouth to the side of his muzzle to frown, observing her as she came closer. ‘This is why Sonic continues to keep her close by… easier to protect that way. She seems to need a lot of care at times… though,-’

He offered her his arms, and she positioned herself so he could lift her up, bridal style.

‘I suppose it makes up for itself… when she returns such kindnesses.’

He looked forward, and skated off like a jet!

(No real ‘direct sonamy’ but I hope it was enough to keep you smiling how Shadow can have a soft spot for a kind gesture xD)

*’No wonder Sonic keeps you close by.’ He relaxed his eyes, seeming annoyed as he kept his arms folded. ‘You’re high maintenance.’ XDDDD LOLOLOLOL

#shadamy #shadowxamy #shadow and amy #sonamy #sonic #shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #sonic the hedgehog #sega #cutegirlmayra #shadamy prompt #sonic prompt #shadamy headcanon #sonic headcanon

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yeetussfetus · 3 years

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oh boi. ive been writing this since an hour ago and if its bad then too bad.

Walon Vau walked down the long corridors on kamino, towards the training courses, specifically where the Delta squad was. They were about to be deployed on yet another mission, but before hand, they asked to get some training in. walon vau thought about it and eventually agreed to it because one, the mission was in a few days, and two, he wanted to make sure that they were ready to deal with the mission. However, on the way there, he bumped into a shorter (listen idk shit about his height but i'm pretty sure u have to be like pretty fukin tall to beat his height dont @ me) person, and when he looked down, he had to fight the urge to smile. It was you, the young medic who had been dispatched to kamino to help with the clones in training to become fine medics.

You looked up, about to apologize to whoever you might’ve bumped into, but you stopped when you saw that it was Walon Vau. “_____, what a surprise to see you here.” his thick accent was almost calming for you. “Same to you, Vau. I’m on a small break, one of the trainees cut himself with a scalpel.” you almost laughed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “He was nervous that he wasn’t doing well, and he always needs reassurance that he's doing the wrong thing.”

Vau smirked. “What, from your teaching?” you knew he was joking, but you pretended to be offended by his comment. “Rude. No, actually, his Kaminoan trainer would criticize him about everything and, well, now he feels like he has to be supervised.” vau stopped smirking, and shifted his helmet from under his arm.

You two had met when he injured himself trying to clean Mird’s teeth: he had cut his hand pretty badly and unfortunately for him, every medic was busy with someone else. So he sat there, in their little waiting room, and was about to go and just patch it up himself, when he saw you walk up to him and ask what he needed. He gruffly shoved his hand towards you, getting a little blood on your pants, but you didn’t mind. He stayed silent the entire time and afterward, thanked you before leaving. Afterwards, he didn’t really notice it, but he did get another cut 2 days later, this time on his leg (yes, because of Mird).

So he showed up in the waiting room, and coincidently, you were the only one available. You patched it up, and sent him on his way, but this time he made some very, very small talk. Ever since then, whenever he had a new wound or if he broke something, he would go to you for assistance. Soon enough, he became your most frequent patient.

“Well, have you found a way to get his shit together?” You sighed and replied, “No, not yet. I’ve been trying to figure out a way to but unfortunately i also have a class to teach.” He nodded, understanding your words. “Well, if you have time, you can come with me to see my soldiers in training. I’m sure one of them might help you afterward.”

You thought for a moment. You did need help trying to get this one cadet to straighten up, and he was holding your class back when you taught them, and you would get to chat with your… friend? You wouldn’t call him that, he was more of a work friend if anything. You also didn’t have anything planned for the rest of the day since your classes had ended early. So, why not?

Watching as the four clones fought against one another was almost surprising. You never thought that Vau was this serious. The fact that he had decided to use real blasters instead of stun ones almost surprised you, but then you remembered that this was Walon Vau you were talking about. Of course he would do something like this, why wouldn’t he?

Seeing one of them almost fall from their position on a tall pillar made you almost physically cringe. Not because it was embarrassing, but it would have been a nasty fall. Vau pretended not to notice, but he did, and thought it was because of the fact that Sev had almost fallen from his position, but then remembered the height of the pillar he was standing on and the fact that you were a medic.

After a few more minutes, the only one standing was a tall clone wearing orange armour, while the rest were a bit… no, not a ‘bit’, more like one of them was on the ground. You heard Vau sigh before opening the doors and walking inside. You watched as Vau yelled some orders at the clones and they immediately got up and got in line. You watched as he yelled some more orders at them, none of them flinching one bit. When he was done, he ordered them to follow him and they did so without hesitation.

Walking into the room where you were standing, they were almost surprised to see you, a random person who they’ve never met before. You simply stood there as Vau explained, “Soldiers, this is ____, a medic who teaches cadets, and she's also… patched up some of my wounds. Sh-”

Suddenly, his comm blared and he sighed angrily, and answered it, and you all heard, “Sergeant Vau, you’re needed by Skirata, he wouldn’t specify what it could be, but he did say that-” Vau cut off the speaker and then almost growled. He turned towards the four clones, and said, “Stay here. I’ll be back.” He gave you a nod, signaling that you could leave whenever you wanted to before stomping out of the room, probably to go get Mird and awaken her from her nap.

So that’s how you were left with the four extremely tall clones who were just… staring at you.

At first, it was just silent stares, before one who had yellow armour suddenly asked, “How do you know Walon Vau?” The one who won the battle shot his head towards the almost hyper clone. The yellow clone noticed his brother staring at him, and whisper-yelled, “What?! It's just a question!”

“It's fine! I don’t mind. As he said, he had an injury and it needed to be patched up.”

The yellow clone suddenly almost beamed like he was a lighthouse, and even though he had a helmet on, you were able to tell that he was smiling. “Woah, really? From what?” The same orange armoured clone whispered something to his brother, along the lines of, “Scorch!”

So that’s his name…

The yellow armoured clone, or Scorch, simply gave his brother a shrug. He then turned back to you, before saying, “Oh, yeah, almost forgot! I’m Scorch, the bossy one is, well, Boss, the grumpy head over there is Sev, and then there's the bookworm, Fixer.”

You saw the clone named Sev turn his head towards his brother. Fixer didn’t react. Actually, he hadn't reacted at all. He was just standing there. As the other three clones almost argued with each other, you just stared at Fixer. Soon the rest of the group saw you staring at Fixer, they turned towards him. Scorch almost scoffed, and smacked his brother on the head, saying “Hey. Fixer. Get out of your library for a sec, we’re arguing.”

Fixer stumbled, before turning to his brother, not saying anything at all, and then said, “I’m doing something. Wait a minute.” … and then continued to stare into nothing.

Scorch simply sighed, before going to sit in a chair that was next to a table. “Since Skirata was the one who called Vau, it's probably gonna be awhile before he's gonna be back. Sit down, let's talk.”

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omg im finally done. also if i have any errors here pls pls pls jsut tell me im writing this on sheer anger

also idk if i’ve said this before but this is gonna be a platonic relashionship. i cant write romantic things pls dont get mad. and no, i havent read the books or played the games, and if u have a problem with that then i will come for ur spine :)

ive been going off the lovely personality explanations of @clonewarslover55 thank u for them thank u

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